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 Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:57 pm
 This diary is meant to be private; please contact the owner before posting. This Illusionary is NOT FOR SALE, so don't ask. Name: Sarin O’Conner Gender: Male Illusionist: Ieeko Takeru D.O.B: February 5, 2007 Likes: unknown Dislikes: unknown Partial to: unknown
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:59 am
 Quote: There are things in life you'll learn and
In time you'll see
Cause out there somewhere
It's all waiting
If you keep believing
So don't run, don't hide
It will be all right
You'll see, trust me
I'll be there watching over you
Just take a look through my eyes
There's a better place
somewhere out there
Just take a look through my eyes
Everything changes
You'll be amazed what you'll find
If you look through my eyes
There will be times on this journey
All you'll see is darkness
Out there somewhere daylight finds you
If you keep believing
So don't run, don't hide
It will be all right
You'll see, trust me
I'll be there watching over you
Just take a look through my eyes
There's a better place
somewhere out there
Just take a look through my eyes
Everything changes
You'll be amazed what you'll find
If you look through my eyes
All the things that you can change
There's a meaning in everything
And you will find all you need
There's so much to understand
Just take a look through my eyes
There's a better place
somewhere out there
Just take a look through my eyes
Everything changes
You'll be amazed what you'll find
If you look through my eyes
Take a look through my eyes 
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:36 am
Quote: Name: Sarin O'Conner.
Alias: Sarin; Rin.
Font: Size 10 Rose
Age: Oracle.
D.o.B: February 5th.
Species: Illusionary.
Guardian: Jamie O'Conner.
Hair Color: Unknown.
Eye Color: Unknown.
Skin Tone: Unknown.
Height: Unknown.
Weight: Unknown.
General Attire: Unknown.
Distinguishing Features: Unknown.
Medical Factors: Unknown.
Likes: Unknown.
Dislikes: Unknown.
Personality: ...
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:45 am
Picture Coming Someday Quote: Name: Jamie O'Conner.
Alias: Jay.
Font: Size 10 Forest
Age: 27.
D.o.B: June 20th.
Species: Human.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Dark Green.
Skin Tone: Dusty.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: Unknown.
General Attire: Worn-Down Formal.
Distinguishing Features: Blue-Scarred Iris; Rash around joints.
Medical Factors: MRV Positive.
Place of Residence: 2209 43rd St., Pathis Apartments, #109, Nolic Central.
Occupation: Waiter; Wanna-be Painter.
Likes: Cooking, Painting, Getting Paid, Sleeping.
Dislikes: Shelling-out the Cash; Waiting on Tables.
Personality: Rash and in possession of a short temper, Jamie can be a difficult person to deal with. While he is generally chipper and bemused, his anger tends to shine through almost randomly. There doesn't seem to be any specific thing guaranteed to set him off. He is vocal, loud, and spacious, taking up more space when standing or sitting due to the fact of his nervous-shifting, acquired as a habit as influence from a multitude of sources.
As a child, his primary source of parental influenced revolved around the Television set, thus his mannerisms seem to parallel old movies, particularly those involving the mafia or rebel heros. In general, he tends to be active outside of his home, frequently pursuing a better life for himself, though in a manner he believes is intended to bring a broader change to the city of which he lives, and of which he is repressed due to past mistakes as a teenager.
While irresponsible, he tends to prove himself reliable and persistent when something has hit him hard enough. He has a tendency to hold on and never let go of things - to fight until he is stamped to the ground. Needless to say, that quarrelsome quality of his tends to land him into a lot of trouble, particularly with the police.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:45 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:46 am
Official Artwork
Other Artwork
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:47 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:48 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:49 am
A densely populated city just outside of Aekea - commonly related to the 'old world's' New York City. Its main industry, at one point in time, had revolved around the construction of railroads. While trains were popular once upon a time, their use was diminished by the invention of cars, eventually leading to Nolic Central's project of subways and faster trains to attempt to catch-up. Regardless of the weakening use of trains, it is still a popular mode of transportation amongst many city-dwellers who either can not afford a car, or do not want to sit in traffic.
Nolic Central is most noted for its central station and the Animation Tower - both areas receiving tourists from time to time.
MRV
MRV is a life-addiction disease most commonly found within the city of Nolic Central, due to the drug that causes it being concentrated in that specific area. As a radar spreads out further, the illness spreads in number to Aekea and gradually diminishes on its way to Barton, Gambino, and Durem. Even with its isolated area, MRV is an epidemic plaguing urban areas and affecting both young and old. Considering the virus comes from the overuse of a drug, there are no age limitations.
The most common side effects of the disease are a rash along the joints and shoulders, of which weakens those areas and makes them sensitive to touch. Also, along the iris of one eye, a bright blue 'scar' appears. The physical effects on the body are most characterized by the victim of the virus' dependence on the drug of which brought the disease in the first place. As the record shows, every seven hours a gas mask containing the drug must be placed over the mouth an nose - the drug thus being inhaled through four deep breaths. Failure to comply with the action is a 100% chance of death within six hours, as well as a series of side-effects caused by the deprivation. On the first hour of lack-there-of, individuals generally become irritable, tired, or spaced out. On the second our, they usually begin to complain of a headache and feeling slightly dizzy. By the third hour, the rash along the joints and shoulders of the individual grow distinctly worse to handle than usual, the joints buckling and pain becoming more evident. On the forth hour, a progression of fatigue occurs, leading to a coma like sleep throughout the fifth hour and a very faint pulse. On the sixth hour, the body will begin to shut down as a result of its deprivation, and by the end of the sixth hour the individual is most commonly dead. This would be in-part because of the nature of the drug - a gas used in the manner of caffeine, to keep people awake and give them a sudden burst of unusual energy. Naturally, the effects it has on someone who has yet to contract MRV and an MRV Positive differ. Most infected describe the gas as a sweet smelling oder that is intoxicating, though it tends to make their chest burn. From cases interviewed, those who are not positive and have used the drug state the gas as having a bitter oder, but creating a growing sense of power. As far as it is known, the disease is not contagious or transmittable, though the public of heavily affected areas often tends to believe that it is capable of spreading through the air as a result of breath. There is no proof to back up the claim.
Smooth
'Smooth' is a gas-like drug that allots its users a massive amount of energy, though some times the term 'energy' seems minor to the amount of activity a user does in a short amount of time. Supposedly introduced in Nolic Central some time within the last four decades, it has since become the popular drug-of-choice within the area, mostly amongst business men, women, and college students. Considered highly dangerous for the public, the government of Nolic Central issued a 'no-tolerance' ban on the drug in the streets, though it began marketing it soon after to those who were dependent on it. Retorting was the city's largest crime group, d.r.a.f.t., who continued to sell the drug on the streets, always selling it for less than what the government was to insure business. More MRV-Positives buy through the government, but a notable amount can not afford the price and shop the street.
The drug is most commonly stated to have a bitter oder, and to create a growing sense of power. However, the counter report is that the smell is sweet and creates a horrible chest pain that goes away after the mask distributing the gas is removed.
Puccini's
Named for a popular opera, its founder, Kirk Renip began selling food as a restaurant two decades ago. Since then, it has become a popular place to eat for young adults - its wild design on the inside decorated with motion picture posters, theater posters, and concert advertisements, as well as splattered paint. Most famous for its internal arcade, though its fame has been rapidly seeping towards the food - primarily the Round Table burger. The exact recipe for the burger is not publicly known, though one could begin taking guesses or asking cooks.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:51 am
Illusionary (c) Everyone Shop-Involved.
Sarin and Jamie's Concept (c) Ieeko Takeru.
Banners and Dividers (c) Ieeko Takeru.
Official Artwork (c) Evermore_Crystal.
Other Artwork (c) Respective Artists.
In the event that I should leave Gaia or completely vanish without
contact, I would prefer Sarin be NPCed or claimed 'missing' rather than rehomed. :]
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 3:16 pm
Quote: If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.
-Buddha Quote: Note It.
It was really heating up here at home, so I ran away for a while. I don't think anyone cared. I went back to work and it was like nothing had happened. Kirk was a little upset that I never called in, but that's fine. He isn't my mother - and even if he were, I'm twenty seven years old. I don't need anyone to be concerned about where I'm at. He was just ticked I took a vacation. He'll get over it after making me work overtime to make any real cash.
Some funny stuff happened on my trip. I got on the train - like everyone does - and rode as far out as I could with the money I had. I had just enough to get a room at this cheap motel, so it worked out well. I stayed there for some time. Watched some TV, went outside and found stuff to eat. That's one thing people don't realize. There's stuff to eat everywhere. There was an apple tree, and some other things - picked a few and ran after eating. All and all, it was really surreal. It's the sort of thing most people here can't stand, but I love that simple feeling of not being surrounded entirely by buildings and people. Some times a guy's just got to run away. I think fate was messing with me, though. If I really believed in fate, I'd think that anyway. I don't believe in fate. I control myself, and why? Because I pull through. If fate were real, why would it condemn and then fix the problems? It doesn't make any sense to me. Dimi would contest it, but that's his deal. Whatever he says is his own world, but I'll live in my reality.
There's something bothering me, though. I got off of that train feeling nervous and followed. I walked through that station, nervous. I slept at night and relaxed - nervous. Then, on my last day of staying, I went for a walk. Everything seemed to hit me at once and the nervous feeling was gone. You know, I still haven't paid rent, but the lady's going to have to wait. I'm broke from train tickets, the motel room, and not getting paid for this week. Even if I got paid, one check wouldn't suffice the overcharge fees this lady has. If I could afford something else, I'd do it, but I can barely afford this! That's not what I was saying, though, was it? Oh. Yeah. There was something really weird going on on the last day. I went for a walk - just to get out for a while and enjoy the scenery one last time before coming home. It was fantastic. The air was fresh, and even if I was worried about all of these issues here, I felt great. Then the heel of my shoes broke. Man, it sucked. I need new shoes. Maybe I'll tag Donald for some next time I see him? We don't see Donald often, though. He and Dimitri are supposedly having another fight. Brotherly spats? I don't know what it's about. In a way, I don't care, but we don't see Donny often because of it. Next time I see him, I'll have to ask if he has any shoes I can have. I'm afraid these ones are going to break again.
Wait. I didn't say anything about that? Thankfully we have a ton of napkins and I'm not paying for them! Maybe I should get a notebook? I write on napkins, but then I lose them. So much for memory preserving. My shoes, though. They broke when I was walking across this wooden bridge. I had to take them off, and the worst thing was that I didn't have any socks, so my feet were cold as the winter. Just as I was about to toss 'em, this whacked thing that could only happen in a children's story happened. My shoes floated away. Of course I followed them! I went right after them and ran into this kid - a girl. She had my shoes and she fixed them. I mean, they just were fixed - like magic, but, heck, where I live no one has magic. People tell me all the time that Gaia is really diverse and filled with magic, but I really think it's a hoax. However, my shoes? She just... Fixed them. And then she asked me if I could see this red light.
That's where the more wild stuff happens. I look and there's this glowing red light with a flower in it. The girl, I think her name was Aure, brought it to me and basically... She told me she was an angel - and that the light was called a Reverie? That it was going to be a kid. MY kid? It's crazy. Why me?
That's why it's so confusing. I didn't want to deal with it. I just wanted to leave. Kids are a big responsibility. But, she made it clear. Life and death. Whatever, that Reverie is relying on me. I've never had that happen before. A lot of people failed me, and I don't want to fail too. I'm better than that. That's what everyone tells me to think. 'You're better, Jay. Don't fall back in'. So now I'm starting to think that maybe Fate is playing a trick - if it's real. Why would it give me a kid? Why does anything happen the way it does.
I don't know what to believe. That girl told me everything, but as she left I comment on her being an angel. She lied. Was everything else a lie too?
I don't know. That red light's still following me, though - and I'm the only one who can see it.
- Jamie.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:21 pm
Quote: What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
- Aristotle Quote: A clatter had resonated throughout the room as he staggered over a few stray paint cans, knocking an occasional lid off. The colors had split onto the ground, swirling and splattering in vibrant ways. For such a mess, it was beautiful - but the only thing Jamie found himself doing was picking up his paint cans and cursing the new stain on the apartment floor. At the rate he was going, if he ever decided to leave he would need to replace the entire carpet on his own. Not that he was planning on leaving any time soon.
The door bell had rang - the source of the commotion. On and off it went, it's noise melodious and obnoxious at the same time. Door bells were notorious for their persistence. No matter what thought crossed the mind of an individual, and obligation was there to peek and see who it was. That was how it had always been for Jamie. He had been a puzzling boy, always wanting to answer the door before anyone else - and, as life continued, he was still that puzzling fool who had to open the door first. "I'm coming!" He had gulped, looking at his paint cans one last time before hobbling off to the door and twisting the multitude of locks. Slowly, he had creaked it open, revealing a sliver of the entrance way - enough for his eyes to peek out. Almost instantly, an unexpected camera flash had gone off in his eyes. The lights had started swirling. The world had been tainted by colored dots!
"AGH! Who is that?" Jamie had hissed, flinging the door open while feverishly rubbing at his eyes. He looked particularly sleek, though the rapid motions seemed to leave his appearance disheveled. The carefully styled hair had been knocked out of place, the shirt suddenly wrinkled - and over the course of the rush his pants had become stained by paint all about the hims! He was a complete mess. That would never do. Not when he was going out for the night. That meant he would need to change clothing again, find a different pants at the very least. How time consuming was it?
A soft bit of laughter had filled the air, followed by a shuffling noise and the zipping of a bag. "Well... I just wanted to see your face." The voice was a familiarity, and more than welcome. As Jamie's sight began to return, he had raised his head cautiously. He stared, one hand continuing the motion to carry out his visions. There he was - Dimitri, though, unlike when he had left, the man seemed much more contented. There wasn't a trace of gloom within his features other than the wistful look that had been attached to him. Contentment. That Jamie was happy to see. It wasn't often he saw contentment out of his co-worker.
"New flash?" Jamie's eyes had fluttered. A sheepish smile had crossed his face as he hunched over. his neck had goosed out, body taking on a squiggling stance. He looked positively ridiculous, but it only lasted a moment. He had soon straightened and tapped his nose.
The man in the door had held up a camouflage bag - carelessly decorated with pin-buttons, the majority blank colors. It was a thick bag, designed in an almost lunch-box manner. Even the man's name was etched onto it as an identification. With that same wistful look, the man had applied something peculiar to his voice. It had become low, almost sad for a moment. "New Camera. My last one broke at work." The confession was somber, as if a pang of regret were included over the loss of the camera.
"Really? I told you it was going to happen one day - but at least it's an update. How the hell did you afford that, though?" Jamie had snorted. A glance was given over his shoulders at the fresh paint mess he had made. He supposed it would have to wait. One guest arrived and another to meet at the theater. He had no time to worry about how the paint smelt, or what mutation of a color it would create upon the carpet. Shrugging it off, he had moved to shut the door being him, halted only by an excessively glowing red light that had emerged just by his hand.
Ever since that night ... It followed. It followed as if he were its life jacket. Given such a circumstance, Jamie had not seemed to mind, but the sheer color and presence of the future being left him slightly uneasy. He was terribly bright, blinding, even worse than his friend's flash. That often left Jamie in a daze - and the swatting at the 'air' had become suspicious with its frequency! He wanted distance - or rather, he wanted the light to dim for a moment.
"I didn't. Present." The man in the door had set the bag over his shoulder, the glee resounding once again as the sadness dispersed.
Jamie's smile grew wider. His hand had released the door and he had returned to standing, his hands tucking away into his pockets. "Tabitha?" He had asked. It was no mystery. Dimitri was always having a standing post against the woman - just as Jamie was. She was remarkable, and though her actions were intimating, or confusing, the both of them were always indebted.
"Tabitha." Dimitri had shrugged his shoulders as if it were nothing to be concerned about. Whether or not the action of gratitude were selfish was for anyone to guess, but it was not likely it would affect the state of mind that could be observed. The man was ecstatic over a new camera. Anyone could see that.
As if hypnotized by the jubilant nature of the company, the red light had flittered away from the door and over the man's head. There it rested, circulating and creating a form of a light show - shapes included in the mess of pictures. Jamie had watched, he eyes captivated by the speedy nature of the light. It was not until he had heard his door shut behind him, loosely, on its own that he tore his eyes away. A shame no one else could see the thing. Jamie was positive Dimitri would get a few pictures out of something seemingly so phenomenal. "I think she's share-cropping us. Buys us what we need without our asking and constantly asks for favors." Jamie had declared. Sluggishly, his eyes had shifted to his feet. His eyes grew wide. The pain on his pants! He needed to fix that!
"You're just lazy. The only thing she ever asks for is company. Speaking of which, I'm on time, are we still going? You were gone all week and neither of us could get a hold of you."
Jamie's mind had become clouded as he watched his dress shoes, dappled with green and red paint like his pants. Once, he rocked, then twice, before looking up again. His head was turned towards the door, a hand touching it before he knelt down to grab his key from underneath the door mat that sat on the ground. Without a second thought, he had locked it and tucked it into his pockets. "Still on. Back right on time, right? Can't get me for that one." He had retorted. His fingers patted his pocket as he moved beyond Dimitri, slipping into the parking lot. Such a terrible apartment complex. Jamie hated it. He hated the outdoor doors that seemed unprotected - and he hated the urban decay that existed about the entire area. It was dead. It was old. It smelt like his gym socks had in high school. The rest of the area seemed to relax in the same manner. The bricks were stained by old paint, growing mold, vines, or moss - and not a single tree could be spotted. There was nothing but sidewalks and streets flooded with parked cars. At least the garbage issue had settled itself.
Footsteps had tumbled behind him as he had began down the sidewalk, Dimitri once more appearing at his side. Compared side-by-side, they were more than different. Dimitri was terribly tall and unkempt, even in attire. His sandy hair stood erect in nearly all directions and tended to cover his ears. It was long and uncared for - possibly unwashed for a day. It wasn't an uncommon thing to notice. On the other hand, Jamie knew he was neat. He worked hard on himself, fixing himself and sheltering traces of things he did not want others to know about. Dimitri seemed to not care, his jacket riddled with purposeful tears about the elbows. With hardly a scrutinizing eye, one could see that forsaken rash Jamie condemned. He hated it. They all hated it, but they lived with it. The sight of it was bitter, but that bitterness was casual. They were bitter people. Happy, bitter, confused people - and they were one in the same.
Trailing behind them, Jamie could note the Reverie of which he had spontaneously named Sarin. He had began to float after them, his light growing and fading according to each motion made. There seemed to be respect shown, for the light had not rushed to Jamie's face or form. Rather, it had bounced just behind the two men in an almost curious manner. Feeling watched, Jamie had become nervous. He had whispered something to the Reverie, but it had become apparent it could not hear him speaking at such a low tone. That left one option. Trying to pretend he was not delusional and ignoring the light's presence until he was alone with it.
Turning his head away from the Reverie, he had returned to the streets and sky, and the silence between the two of them that had began after their speedy departure from his apartment. "Was she worried?" He had said at last, his features hunching disappointedly.
Dimitri had paused, as if thinking. "Yeah. She was. You know how she doesn't like you leaving and not saying anything."
"She's like that with everyone. She just yells at me for it." Jamie had sighed. A hand was carefully brushed through his hair, unintentionally ruining the style it had been placed in. "She wasn't real upset, was she?" He had inquired, attempting to be more specific.
Dimitri had began strolling once more, passing Jamie and only slowing down once they had neared the bus stop nearest the old Pathis Apartments. "Nah. Just be prepared when we get there. You know how she is."
"Yeah, yeah." Jamie had waved it off before plunking himself onto the empty bench. His brown leather jacket had been wrapped about him as he bowed his head. Once more he was greeted by the Reverie, who he supposed was staring at him. Only if it were staring at him would he feel so terribly uneasy. Or maybe it was just the thought of going to the theater after being gone for a week? Dimitri was mellow compared to Tabitha. The girl was bound to eat him alive for his actions. That was something to fear!
As if sensing that fear, Sarin had dimmed, 'seating' himself upon Jamie's lap and making a motion of what may have been a hug.
Such a comforting gesture..., Jamie had thought to himself, his facial features showing disdain. However, they softened. He, casually, set his hand where the Illusionary's head [he hoped] was intended to be, patting it despite the awkward look of patting the air. Dimitri had not looked. The crowds had not looked. Even if they had, there was no cause for alarm. They were in the city. Seeing did not mean caring.
A smile crossed his face at the realization. Ever since he had returned, he had been ignoring the little Reverie in an attempt to preserve his look as a sane man. Did it really matter, though? A quiet thank you was mouthed. The Reverie brightened; the bus arrived.
Welcome back... Jamie had thought to himself before they boarded.
Now he needed to remember what play it was Tabitha had bought tickets for.
She would kill him if he didn't remember.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:18 pm
Quote: We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance.
- Harrison Ford Quote: Note it.
Today was kind of my first real day back home. I had plans from last week, and, fortunately, they didn't get blown by some wacko police search like I thought they might've. Everyone was actually pretty calm. Dimitri came by early in the evening to pick me up - like every weekend - and we hit the bus to head further out, towards the Theater district. We go there every weekend on the account of Tabitha. She's a funny girl, really into the whole stage acting thing. I think she wanted to be a director once, but it never took off. Instead, she bothers us and works as a newspaper reporter for the N.C. Round. Or, well, she tries. I haven't seen a lot of her stories in the paper, and I believe it has something to do with the fact that she's critical. Maybe she's even a little too critical. You have to watch what you say out there or you might cause some trouble.
That's Tabitha, though. Dimitri's a lot different. He's always been pretty mellow and calm, though he's also, almost always, been a little nervous and upset. I find sadness, anyway. Everyone else says I'm nuts and Dimi's fine, but there are days I want to pull my hair out, buy some ice cream, and make him get over whatever. He has issues letting go of things, and he's been fighting. I mentioned that once, right?
Well, we went to the theater and met with Tabitha. She was dressy, as usual. She never seems to just be casual. It makes me feel awkward - made me feel even more awkward that my pants were covered in paint - and the shoes I borrowed from the neighbor. He's going to be really sore when I give him back his shoes tomorrow, but what else could I do? Once paint hits it, they're almost guaranteed to be ruined. Tabitha didn't seem mad that I was covered in paint on the lower half. She didn't say anything, just hugged me and told me I was an idiot and a better person at disappearing acts than a Magician. I don't believe that. I just think most people are too busy to notice you're immediate absence. It's natural for adults. Work to do and all. Even so, she went through her usual lectures and explained what we were doing in that same schedule-like, business-like manner she always does. First, it was dinner - Dimitri buying. Then it was catch-up. We had a couple coffees. I did, anyway, and then we hit the show. It was pretty lame, I won't lie. I've seen better, but this one was about a bunch of stupid rats and cats fighting. A parody of Romeo and Juliet, that much was certain. I'm surprised they didn't use Dogs and Cats, but whatever floats their boat, right? It was still a really stupid play - and they made it a musical. I've yet to see one musical that I've actually enjoyed! Tabitha liked it - of course - and I don't know about Dimitri, but, me? I hated every minute of it and wanted to knock myself out or something so I didn't have to hear another number.
Oh. Wait. There was something I wanted to talk about. Sarin came along. Of course, no one could see him - and no one knows about him. That's fine, though. I think everyone would be weirded out by a glowing ball of red light following someone around. I'd be weirded out. Anyway, Sarin came along and was really peaceful. He didn't bother me too much when I was talking, but some times he'd do the same stuff he did the first time we met. He ran into my face more than once. What's his problem? I don't know. That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. He went into the theater and hovered above my head the whole time, not budging from that one specific spot. He was my halo. I noticed something in particular about him, though. He was glowing brighter than ever before as soon as they played a ridiculously sad number on the violin, followed by some mournful vocals sang by the rat Romeo. I think he liked it. I think he liked the music, anyway. As soon as the number had ended, his glow had gone down, and he'd just stopped caring until they began another musical number.
Now I know something I can do to keep this kid occupied when he's here. Music is golden.
You know? I'm still kind of nervous. I've never had a kid before. I've never even baby sat a kid before. I don't know what to do, but I promised myself I'd follow through with it because this Reverie needs me to survive. I'm not into letting people down on survival. Who is? I'm still nervous, though. I mean, what happens to weekends in the Theater District if I have a baby? I can't take it with me, and I don't know about baby sitters.
It's kind of scary. I'm fine, though. I'll be okay. It's just funny. I never saw myself going through something like this. Then again, who does?
I don't want to waste too much paper. Signing out. Note it.
- Jamie.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:11 pm
Quote: You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. - Jack London.
The Reverie. Quote: Note it.
It's really late. I can't sleep. I think it was the coffee I had earlier. It made me feel a little antsy, more than dinner anyway. Not to mention, I can't shake that ridiculous musical out of my mind. The numbers were just terrible. The instrumentals were alright - I guess - but everything else was awful. Regardless, I can't sleep worth a wink, so I decided I was going to do something. I tried reading a magazine. Nothing interesting. I tried reading the paper - but the paper is the same old thing after the same old thing most of the time. The only sections ever worth reading are the Lifestyles and Reviews. After that, you're left with nothing but the same old drama and boring facts.
I did try to read the paper, though, and there was this comic that was just a blank square. I didn't get it at first, but the caption of "Fill it" made sense when Sarin startled me. The kid just appeared out of no where in front of my face, in front of the box, and I had a great idea. It's cool that I still have some canvas left. If not, I would've just painted on the wall or a piece of paper, but, hey, canvas is much better. People love canvas. So, I started painting, and Sarin was watching. He just sort of followed my hand at every turn. Eventually, the two of us were having a blast. First time I've really hung out with the kid, and he's not the bad. We were messing with paint for hours. The music was blaring. The lights were off, but his light kept shining. If I were a light, I wonder if I'd have been shining too? Anyway, I painted the kid and he seemed completely satisfied, if not awed by it. Then we moved on to something different. The paint buckets. The carpet and floors are already stained bad, so I just gave up on them. We made a mess on the floor and wall. I threw paint. It didn't even touch Sarin, of course, but the light kept reacting and I think we were both amused in the end.
I want to do it again some time. It's not every day I have a partner helping me paint or giving me inspiration - and it's not every day that I see a comic in the newspaper that is a blank box that reads "Fill It" as a caption.
The night's still young. There's still work to do.
- Jamie.
Even so, something appeared to be happening to the illumination. It was only a matter of time until that exact thing would be discovered.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:40 pm
Quote: The more things change, the more they remain ... Insane. - Michael Fry and T. Lewis. Quote: A groggy groan was given at the sound of an alarm clock going off. It bells rang in the same manner of the door bell, though the off-key nature of the tune was far from melodious. In an aggitated, and asleep, motion, Jamie had slammed his hand against the snooze button. His face was stuffed into his pillow. The snoring commenced. Each jagged breath was its own note to a song. It rose and fell, quivered and stablized. A beat of its own had developed without any effort.
In combination with the background noises of the world, something had come to life. The glistening morning sun had failed to shine through into the apartment due to its lack of windows. However, anyone could tell that the sun was up - even if it were nothing more than dawn.
Once again the alarm clock squwaked. Its ring had become a desperate cry for attention. Ever beep formed a message. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Jamie did not particularly want to get out of bed, but he supposed he didn't have a choice. Yawning rather loudly, he had sat up. His back was cracked, his head scratched - and the hair atop it obsessively worked at in an attempt to make it neat. To his dismay, he failed. The ebony hair remained a mess due to the fact of it being unattended to. Too oblivious to care much longer, Jamie had began to crawl out of bed. His bare feet had touched the floor, the tan standing out compared to the vanilla carpet - and the shadow cast standing out in an even more obvious manner. The morning stretches had began. Jamie had carefully flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders before fumbling for the cabinet next to his bed. Medicine time - like every morning. The only reason he ever woke up early was to keep everything functioning properly. The last thing he wanted was to die in his sleep because he had been irresponsible. With fingers twitching, he had began to open the cabinet. His eyes had been half-lidded, etched with age and weariness due to the few hours of sleep he had given himself the night prior. Before Jamie could even fish out his equipment, something caught his attention. He opened his eyes wide and wriggled his eyebrows before glancing in the direction of his bed. There rested Sarin - not floating - not hovering - but positioned finely on the bed. His light had seemed to grow dim. Jamie could only figure that the boy had gone to sleep as he himself had. Yet, something peculiar was about. "Psst." Jamie had made the noise half-heartedly. He was still nearly asleep, so much that he could hardly think. "Sarin." He had whispered, moving away from the drawer he had opened. As he stumbled towards the bed, he was forced to stop. Sarin's light had vanished - then - in a burst, it had returned full scale, its radiation destroying even the most unlit area in the room. Though the shadows existed, they were not the same as they had been without the explosion of light.
Having covered his eyes, Jamie had seen nothing. A loud curse had been given to declare his distaste with the sudden action. Had he started the boy, or...? The man opened his eyes. Something new. Within the Reverie he could see a figure... A child?
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