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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 6:14 pm
 - ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ - This particular piece of ice is stained with an eerie amount of blood-- where could it have come from?- ＡＬＩＧＮＭＥＮＴ - The Moon (Female) This journal is for kuku bear and her Plague-- please do not post here without her permission!
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:32 pm
 CAE IS A f*****t
01 ihucae⊰ the directory
02 ihucae⊰ the contact and updates
03 ihucae⊰ the mysterious mr. basil darling
04 ihucae⊰ the diary entries of basil darling
05 ihucae⊰ the dreadful plague
06 ihucae⊰ the peculiar meeting
07 ihucae⊰ the estate
08 ihucae⊰ the tedious relationships
09 ihucae⊰ the fantastical gallery
10 ihucae⊰ the possessions
11 ihucae⊰ the none too lovely tunes
12 ihucae⊰ the scattered records
13 ihucae⊰ the unknown
14 ihucae⊰ the much needed credits
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:35 pm
CAE IS A f*****t ihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucaeihucae▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
OH HELLO HELLO my dearest new friend! my name is kuku bear or kuku ( if you're a fan of ridiculous pet names much like myself ) and i suppose i am supposed to give you a tidbit of information here aren't i? well i am a big obnoxious brat. there. done! oh dear, i have never been quite good at introducing myself. AHEM, allow us to move on.
TO CONTACT ME my dear friend is really quite simple! simply send me a private message on gaia! of course, i must admit that sometimes i am not always checking up on gaia, so perhaps the most appropriate manner to contact me is via MSN. though, do keep a promise for me won't you? please send me a notice as to who you are or i will automatically reject any invitation!
msn messenger: dekuchan@hotmail
you may find me online mostly during the weekeneds from 12pm PST to approximately 12am PST! please do note that i am dreadfully busy with school and may fall off the face of the earth monday through thursdays! yet you can almost always contact me and i'll be sure to get back to ASAP!
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:38 pm
the icicle. "Mr. Darling, I kindly request that you calm down! You know me! You know that I would never take anything of yours!"
"I am quite calm Mr. Holiday!" Mr. Darling shouted. "Ah, but you see Mr. Holiday..." Mr. Darling trailed off as a crooked and awkward grin crossed his lips. "I am really quite... irritated!"
Mr. Darling took a daunting step forward and poor Mr. Holiday took a step backward-- seemingly unaware of just how close he was to toppling over backwards and down the hill.
"Now, Mr. Holiday, I kindly request that you return my pocket watch. It was a gift from my mother, and I would be rather infuriated if it were to get dirty," Mr. Darling requested, oh so kindly, as he held out his hand.
"Mr. Darling, I have worked beside you for two months now! You know I would never steal a thing from you!" Mr. Holiday defended -- no, pleaded, with Mr. Darling.
The awkward and crooked smile upon Mr. Darling's lips slowly contorted into a frown as he confessed, "I always thought you were of the suspicious sort."
Mr. Holiday took another fearful step back, and it was in this moment that he realized that he was about to topple down a hill and most likely die. So he reached out, and grasped the nearest thing-- A small and frail little birch tree. The tree was still a child and far too weak to hold a full grown man; so it wiggled and shook and tried to hold on, but knew in the end it would lose it's precious left arm. Though, it just so happens that on this very unfortunate day, that a icicle formed the night before, would weaken and fall to the earth to it's supposed demise. The icicle bid its tearful goodbyes to its sisters and brothers and let go.
Only to fall and hit the head of Mr. Holiday.
And so Mr. Holiday tumbled backwards and down the hill to his death.
Now, Mr. Darling, who witnessed these events, did not seem to care that Mr. Holiday and fallen and kicked the bucket. He was more worried about the precious pocket watch is mother had given him when he was a young lad. And so he cautiously slid down the hill, until he reached Mr. Holiday's unmoving corpse. He checked his coat pockets, then his pant pockets, and could not find his watch!
Well, Mr. Holiday probably had it coming.
It was then that Mr. Darling noticed the long and jagged icicle a foot or so away. The poor thing was chipped and covered in blood, but it's death was prevented by the soft and freshly fallen snow.
"I did not kill him," Mr. Darling reassured himself as he walked over to the icicle.
"You are a dangerous little thing," Mr Darling told the icicle as he gingerly picked it up.
And for no real reason, except to maybe reassure himself that he was still on God's side, he took the icicle back home.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:40 pm
the keeper.
KEEPER
Name: Basil Darling
Age: 26
Personality:
Introverted -- "Parties are tiresome and dull events Mr. Pottes. I think I will stay in tonight and watch the paint on my walls dry."
While most of the human race would jump off a cliff to socialize with one another, Mr. Basil Darling would rather sit back and drink an entire bottle of whiskey and enjoy the company of his own thoughts. Not to be mistaken with a loner, Mr. Darling is just incredibly picky in who he associates himself with. He is one to easily tire from long conversations and activities with groups of people, and would rather sit inside and contemplate the meaning of life ( or how he got the mysterious scratch on the back of his hand earlier that day ). Of course Mr. Darling cannot stay inside and watch the neighbor's cat vomit on his porch everyday. And so, Mr. Darling is forced to wander the outside world and interact and force awkward smiles and words with random strangers as he runs his daily errands.
Pessimistic and Cynical -- “Death is rather ordinary and happens all the time. I don't see why it is that everyone makes such a fuss over it."
The glass is always half-empty, or at least that is how Mr. Darling always sees it. Perhaps sometime in his early life, Mr. Darling broke a mirror and was cursed with bad luck. Maybe things aren't so bad and he's simply a a whiner. Regardless, Mr. Darling sees the world and most of the people inhabiting it as a terrible and dreary place. However, there is a light in this world that only Mr. Darling seems to notice.
A plague that will cleanse the planet.
Intelligent and Arrogant -- “The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.”
They say that insanity is merely another word for intelligence -- a phrase that suits Mr. Darling all too well. With his intelligence comes arrogance, and Mr. Darling will be sure to show off his IQ to all he meets. He will speak in quotes, riddles, and Latin phrases, and then stop and correct the other party if they so dare get their facts wrong. Despite his book smarts however, Mr. Darling does lack common sense, and is probably most likely to get scammed by a con artist.
Lazy and Unorganized -- “He who wants to change the world should already begin by cleaning the dishes.”
Mr. Darling is not the sort of person that follows strict schedules or cleans up after himself. Instead he'd much rather lie on the sofa the reeks of last weeks dinner and nap for most of the afternoon. His mess of a home though, is not the result of one man being a lazy old fart, but rather that the mess is a highly complicated system. Basically, to find a paper from last March, he simply climbs over the paperwork from Summer and into the far right corner of the room where he spends 40 or so hours reading each paper in search of "that one paper from last March". It's not a very practical system, but it works well enough.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:43 pm
the diary of basil darling The diary entries of Mr. Darling March 23, 1394
This is the diary of Basil Darling. Today Mam gave me a diary for my birthday and says I should record interesting events and thoughts until I leave this world. She showed me hers and I was immediately enthralled by the idea that one day this book will be filled with stories and mementos of my own adventures. I am not sure as to where to begin, so I will start with myself. I am 10 years old and live with my mother and father in a small room above Mister and Missus Botelle in West Ardenth. Pap is an engineer and Mam is a washerwoman. I am in the fourth grade in Miss Fabley’s class, and my favorite subject is History. I am not so sure as to what else to write, and the light is almost out so I will end this here.
March 30, 1394Today during recess, my classmate Victor made fun of my glasses and took my marbles. Pap always said that I should be strong, and I tried my hardest not to cry. I am not so sure if I should tell Miss Fabley, or my Mam. They say tattletales get their tongues cut out by demons. I am not so sure how I will handle it again in the future, though I suspect it will be harder to not cry.July 13, 1394Today when I came home from school, Missus Botelle made a fool of me. She accused me of stealing her jewelry, and threatened to burn my hands so that I may never steal again. When I tried to defend myself, she then threatened to wash my mouth out with soap. Mam overheard the racket and came downstairs and quarreled with the Missus. Finally after Mam gave her a thorough tongue-lashing she took my hand and led me upstairs. I never liked Missus Botelle very much; she Is a fat old woman that reeks of cats and perfume. But I did hope she would find her jewelry.November 19, 1394Today as I walked to Clermont’s house, I saw two men breaking the window of Mistur Limbeck's bakery. Luckily neither of the two saw me, and I managed to quickly find a guard nearby. The guard had big hairy whiskers and eyes too close together, but he still intimidated me greatly. I told him of the good-for-nothings that broke Mistur Limbecks window, but the guard merely shrugged and said that there was nothing he could do.
I don’t really like that man.February 8, 1395On my way home from school today, Victor stopped me. He called me stupid and took my glasses. I am not too sure but I think he stepped on them, I just remember the sound of them breaking. He then shoved me, and then began to slap and hit me. He called me trash, and told me to kill myself. I yelled at him to stop, but he never did. When he was done he spat on me, and I think I heard the laugh of a girl nearby. By the time I got home it was already dark and supper was ready. Mam cried that she was worried, and Pap scolded me for coming home late and losing my glasses.
Vivere commune est, sed non commune mereri.
Everybody lives; not everybody deserves to.May 5, 1397I went to visit Mr. Ripper this afternoon for an interview. Pap says I should begin working to bring in an income, and the boys in my class mentioned Mr. Ripper was hiring a chimney sweep. I was so anxious, and knew if I did not get the job Mam and Pap would be disappointed. Mr. Ripper was an interesting man, and had a calm and kind sort of nature about him. He told me someone already had the job, but I was not too saddened.
It was dark by the time I was headed home when I heard a yell in the alleyway behind Mr. Gold's bank. I saw a shadow on top of an elderly man who desperately called for help until his voice went hoarse. I could hear my heart pound in my ears and I was completely frozen. When the attack ended and the shadow vanished into the dark, it was only then that my mind began to clear. The old man lied in a pool of blood, and I'm quite sure he was dead.
I spent the rest of my walk home wondering if the old man deserved it. June 14, 1402This morning I discussed my future plans of becoming a solicitor with father over coffee and cigarettes. I had hoped for his support -- some praise or acknowledgment in my revolutionary ideas to save Ardenth. But he merely frowned and called me a dreamer and suggested I find a much more suitable and realistic career. We quarreled over this before I walked out of the house in a huff. I walked around the area for an hour or so before I cooled my head and returned home.
At supper I reaffirmed him that I would become a solicitor.August 3, 1404Today was a miserable day. Mr. Peryton scolded me for my behavior in the courtroom earlier today. He said that I had no right to accuse the innocent, but I am simply trying to serve justice and save Ardenth from falling. My faith in the justice system is beginning to waver these days. On many nights I think back to the old man in the alleyway and the man who got away. I also think of how things that night were done quickly and forcefully.
I wonder if the problem is the solution.
Almost all of the pages after this entry are torn out. Only one page remains intact.
The last page of Mr. Darling's diary April 9, 1409What have I done? What have I become? I begin to feel sensations run through my body each time I spill the heathen's blood. I feel happy, so happy, as I clean the blood from my butcher knife. I sleep soundly if I recall their begs and cries. Each meal tastes so much better knowing I am cleansing Ardenth one life at a time. I fear that my soul is being tainted by theirs. I can feel my soul darkening each time I inhale.
I am becoming on of them.
Non sum qualis eram.
I'm not what I used to be.
I am leaving Ardenth and my sins behind me, lest I become another sinner like them. I am moving to the city of Gadu; Mr. Wilson says many opportunities lie for me there. I will start over, I will abandon my previous life.
Deus Misereatur.
May God have mercy.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:45 pm
o7. relationships
none boohoo
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:46 pm
o8. what else am i posting..
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:50 pm
11. would i even use all of these..
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:51 pm
12. actually i am enuff of a fgt that i might...
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:52 pm
13. one of these posts is a log i think..
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:53 pm
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