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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:10 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #1Let This Life BeginWord Count: 533
Mood Music: Breaking Benjamin - Until the EndHe talked a lot, but there was one thing he didn't talk about.
Just how had Demetri Wright, a seemingly oblivious, hyperactive, useless sort of boy end up in the harsh militaristic world of the Negaverse? Theories flew, whispered by his colleagues in the shadows. Was it a joke? A mistake made by their General-King when he wasn't quite right in his mind? Or was it actually possible that somewhere inside this ball of energy beat the heart of a true Negaverse warrior?
Truth be told even Demy didn't know. The blonde didn't like to talk about his 'recruitment' into the darkness. There were much better things to talk about! Movies, games, the practical applications of glowsticks! Nearly everything else he could ramble on and on about for hours, but this subject caused an uneasy silence from him. He figured one day, if he ignored it long enough, every single memory of that night would cease to be and he'd never have to think of it again.
It had been raining, he remembered that much. Rain didn't bother him. In fact he rather liked the rain. It was cool (now the heat, he could not stand), refreshing, and fun to watch and stomp in the occasional puddle. It was this love of rain that had drawn Demy out of his nice warm dormroom and out into the world surrounding Hillworth. "Just a short walk" he told himself. A short walk in the refreshing rain and he'd be back in his bed before anyone, including his roommate Z, could bat an eye.
Fast forward through the night. A whirlwind of activity, little white lies (punctuated by the multiple uses of the word "********" ), and a brief but rather -nasty- pain in his chest. Demetri Wright, Demy to his friends, had begun a new life as Negaverse Lieutenant Scheelite. The outfit, in his honest opinion, was pretty damn amazing. Fashionable black hit with a healthy dose of WTF-blue and stars. STARS man. It was perfect for him and he couldn't resist a grin everytime he thought of that outfit. His weapon, affectionately dubbed Starpower was one of his older Guitar Hero controllers who's whammy-bar had busted from a long life of use at the hands of the aspiring rockstar. He knew it well, and it was the perfect starting weapon for him. Apparently it'd change later on, some nonsense involving ranks if he ever '********' proved himself or something. He didn't remember, and honestly it wasn't something at the top of his list of "s**t to remember".
This all came with something else as well. A tiny voice inside that for the moment was easily ignored, yet at times put the young blonde into a rather uneasy mood. For now it wasn't much of a bother, and didn't seem to hold his attention for too long. Out of sight (or in this case, out of hearing range), out of mind.
He had walked back to the dorm and sometime during the walk the rain had stopped. He didn't seem to notice.
"I knew this day would come to end
So let this life begin..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:18 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #2The First OneWord Count: 987
Mood Music: Oasis - Falling DownHe had been 'trained', if one wanted to call it that. The kid with the acid green marked uniform (now that he thought about it, their uniforms almost -matched- ...) had instructed him in the ways of 'the darkness'. Mostly in the removal of the 'shinies' known as star seeds that resided in the people all around. Torbernite had claimed them to be dangerous (in his words "too many shinies can hurt a person!") and that it was his duty as a Lieutenant of the Negaverse to remove these things for the greater good.
Demy loved shinies, but Demy also loved fitting in. As rambunctious as his taste in clothing and general 'style' of life was, Demy had a deep longing to be loved and accepted by everyone around. Attention was awesome in any form, but positive attention was simply the best. If removal of these things was their job, then doing it to the best of his ability would set him on good terms with his peers, correct?
Now he just had to get one. Afterall, Torbernite had taken the demonstration star seed with him when they parted ways that evening. He definitely didn't want to be caught in a little 'checkup' from his higherups without having a star seed of his own.
So once more he hit the streets, and once more it was raining. Demy had shifted into Scheelite and gone out, looking for his victim. And by victim he meant someone plagued by the shiny that only the Negaverse and their 'magic hands' could fix.
It was down one nearly abandoned street, in a particular dark alley, that Schee finally found what he was looking for. A bedraggled old man, forced to live out his final days as a homeless wandering the streets. He seemed forlorn, as though the mere act of breathing was causing him a great deal of stress and discomfort. This..this was clearly someone suffering from the hidden shiny in their chest. Someone who needed help! His help.
Scheelite walked over, the glow from the glowsticks hanging from a loop on his 'weapon' illuminating a small area within the darkened alley. The old man looked up, weary eyes meeting the bright green of the youth standing before him. He made no move to get away, even as the boy kneeled before him and reached towards his chest. Scheelite told himself that this was because the man knew he was here to help, here to free him of the dangerous evil within his chest. The old man, however, knew better.
That first time he had done it, when Torbernite was instructing him, he had simply reached towards the chest, right? Torbernite himself had done the very same when he actually removed the star seed. So....well here goes nothing.
He reached forward...forward forward, and eventually into the homeless man's chest. The man stiffened, and Scheelite had to resist the urge to jump and pull his hand back out. This felt so weird...-wrong- even. But he was doing this guy a favor, HELPING him. He just had to hold out for a moment and finish the removal of the star seed. Grip his hand around..oh god was that it? The thing inside, it almost -fluttered- as if trying to get away, before resigning itself to being held tightly within the boy's fist. Schee froze, unsure of what to do. The man, fighting back the pain, reached up with one shaky hand to grab onto Scheelite's arm.
"Thank you..."
It was whispered, voice weary and almost forced. It seemed to be quite the effort for the man to even say a word. However, that small sudden voice startled the younger boy, and he quickly pulled back and fell not so gracefully onto his a**. The old man gasped, smiled a final time, and slumped to his side.
Meanwhile, Scheelite found himself somewhere else. The darkness was overwhelming, and then suddenly everything was alight. Bright lights here and there, like a raver party gone horribly wrong. And right there before him was an older boy who vaguely reminded him of himself. Same style of clothing, hair, and same grin plastered across his face....though the other's seemed somewhat darker. Schee reached up a hand, the older boy reached up and grabbed him by the wrist...
And as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. Scheelite looked around, finding himself sitting in a puddle in the alley, the slumped form of the old man still sitting before him. What the HELL was that?! Was that old guy okay?! Well...the example Torbernite had showed him had slumped in a similar fashion. Maybe the removal of the shiny made them tired, and a rest was needed before they were completely better?
Yeah..that had to be it. And that weird vision thing was just his own mind being tired. Or maybe it was a product of too many Rockstar energy drinks. Yeah! He was fine. -Really-.
The star seed twinkled in his hand, and Scheelite eyed it for a moment before tucking it away in his jacket pocket and hopping to his feet. He better get back before Z wondered where he was...and he'd have to find a place to hide that star seed until he knew what the hell he was supposed to do with them. The old guy would be fine, he -lived- out here after all. He'd be thankful when he woke back up to a life free of the evil shiny star seed.
Boots sloshed through the puddles, a dull multi-hued glow accompanying the boy home. The body of the old man slowly turned cold in the rain, never to be warm again.
A dying scream makes no sound
Calling out to all that I've ever known
Here am I, lost and found
Calling out to all~
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:20 am
Solo Log
For Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #3
Say My Name
Word Count: 502
Mood Music: Various mental soundtrack tunes that have nothing to do with this excerpt.
Scheelite. Scheelite. Scheelite. Scheelite. SCHEELITE.
"It's SCHEELITE god damnit!"
The mental rambling ended with the exclamation, accompanied by an innocent pebble rocketing down the abandoned street thanks to one good kick.
"It's not SHE-LITE. I am not a GIRL. Ugh!"
Women. God, women. He was friendly with them, sure (hell he was friendly with like...everyone). But he didn't trust them, he didn't want a relationship with them, and he sure as hell didn't want to -be- one.
His ******** name was Scheelite. Not -Shelite-, not hey you, not ******** ******** shithead ********, but SCHEELITE. Why was that so hard to get right? Seriously man, he was remembering names just fine, and he was the one that was easily distracted! Why was it so hard to just say his name?!
"...Say my name, say my name, if no one is around you..."
Speaking of easily distracted, the mental soundtrack clicked on, and Schee's anger funneled into a much more worthy cause. Which, of course, was singing and dancing his way home. Seems that whole dancing fruitcake label really did fit him pretty well.
Now this particular song had...well nothing at all to do with the night's events. Yeah, he wanted Nealite to say his name -correctly-. But the rest of that stuff? HA HA. As if! Like he ever needed that from a woman.
It, however, did give him a good starting track to his little trip home. It didn't take very long for the inner soundtrack to shift into something a hell of a lot more appropriate for him. This being nice, decent sounding songs remixed to go far faster than most beats should go and blended (with an actual blender, Z would argue) with who knew how many effects to achieve a whole new level of 'crack'. Schee loved this kind of music. It was hyper, bouncy, and the perfect thing to get his mind off crazy orange haired ladies who had trouble pronouncing names.
It was around the time some super speedy cracked out mix of Cartoon Heroes started drifting through his head that Schee remembered something that Nealite had done.
What we do is what you just can't do...
Hrm...Nealite had jumped up a damn building. It had been pretty cool, and Scheelite was damn sure that -that- was something normal people just couldn't do. But if Nealite, a fellow lieutenant, could do it...then could he?
Well, wouldn't hurt to find out! It was one pretty awesome jump later that Schee met with a lightpole and decided he needed practice. A lot more practice. Oh well, at least he knew he could do the jump right?
With one final muttering of "it's -Scheelite-...ugh" the youth slipped back onto Hillworth grounds and made his way towards his dorm. Tomorrow he'd meet his trainer, and then he'd learn enough awesome skills that Nealite would be forced to pronounce his name right. Ha!
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 9:44 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #4ExpectationsWord Count: 767
Mood Music: Spectacular - Don't Tell MeWhy should anyone tell me how to wear my hair
They say, I should try to fit in but I don't care
Demy had had time to reflect on the past few weeks of his life. In all honesty? Crazy. It had just been -crazy-. He definitely didn't start off the school year thinking: hey, ya know what? This year I want to become some crazy shiny stealing agent of darkness, AND start up a band! Awesome idea man!.
Though...some of this stuff -was- awesome. It really was. And the thing that was really killing him was the inability to gush about everything to someone. Noooo, everything had to be a big ******** secret, and he couldn't stand it any longer! He had to tell someone or he was going to burst.
So, after a frantic search for the one party it was safe to talk to, and getting said party set up in the dorm, it was time. He made one final peek out into the hallway to be sure no one was lurking around, before shutting the door, locking it, and hurrying back inside to spill the story.
"Okay look."
A fine opener, really.
"I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy man but hear me out! You've seen the news right? All that talk of the terrorists in the spiffy uniforms and the hotties in the skirts right? Right?"
Rambling, as usual, the blonde had started to pace back and forth.
"Well uh, what if I told you I was one of those uniformed guys?"
And here he held his arms up, beckoning for the other to stay silent so he could finish his rambling that he claimed was a story.
"I know, I know. It sounds CRAZY...."
A pause, this time allowing him to shift into his Scheelite form.
"But see man? Totally telling the truth! Comes with INSANE powers too man! I can jump like you'd never believe. Actually...that part was pretty cool."
That term "gerbil on crack" was even more perfect for him now that he had discovered the art of the Negaverse-jump.
"And I dunno, I'm supposed to be removing these things from people's chests, but I'm not sure why. Conflicting stories there."
He bit his lip, not really wanting to discuss the possibility of killing people with his friend here.
"But I mean SERIOUSLY? This is so cool and all, but I get the feeling some of the others don't think I belong there, ya know? Maybe they're stuck-up, or need a stick-from-a** removal system STAT or something ya know? But.."
Here he was laughing. Laughing . A sort of insane man's last grasp at sanity laugh.
"You believe me right?"
A pause, though not one quite long enough for the friend to get a word in edgewise.
"Good! Good man, glad I can count on someone!"
He breathed a sigh of relief before jumping into the next subject.
"And Z..oh man Z. he wants to start up a band, and I'm like...totally honored you know? But I'm so scared I'm going to disappoint him..."
Scheelite was gnawing at his lip again, and the pacing had begun anew.
"That stargazing night at the field, I wished that I could make Z proud. I hope it comes true, he deserves it man. He deserves something to go his way..."
The blonde moved towards Z's bed, plopping to the floor so he could stare at his friend in the eyes,
"I'm going to do it though. I'm going to learn the guitar and do my god damn best to make Z proud. And as for the other people? They'll just have to get used to having someone like me around, heh! I can still do my job for them! Really! Totally can. Just need to learn what I'm doing, then I'll make -them- proud as well."
He grinned, shifting back into his normal schoolboy form.
"Thanks for listening man, means a ton! I can always count on you when I need someone to talk to."
And with that, Demy scooped Mr. Tenebrous off the bed and put him back in his box under Z's bed. Teddy bear back in place, Demy unlocked the dormroom door and left, whistling a tune as he walked down the hallway.
I'm not about to compromise who I am
Just so I can bend right in
They wanna see a cardboard cutout
Well that's a fight they just can't win
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:05 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #5Oil and Water
Mood Music: Blue October - Dirt Room
Word Count: 1,797Demy awoke in a place he was instantly afraid of.
In fact, he couldn't even figure out where he was. His surroundings were pitch black, the inky darkness seeping in from all areas and confusing his senses. This was not the worst part of this place.
Nothing was felt except bone-chilling cold, there were no smells, no sounds, and sight was completely useless here. The silence was overwhelming in it's own right. Demy thrived off interaction, attention, and just generally being loud. And now here, where not a single sound was being made, it threatened to drive him to insanity.
But even that wasn't the worst part. Somewhere in this void of darkness Demy patted himself down. He had to have a glowstick right? He HAD to. He was Demetri Wright, the boy who had glowsticks night and day, the boy rumored to drink glowsticks. And yet he had none, not even a single glowstick on him.
It was a well known fact that Demy loved his glowsticks. It wasn't a well known fact that one main reason he always carried one was his fear of the dark. Their soft neon glow warmed his heart and drew his attention away from whatever his current worries were. They were, in a sense, a form of security blanket for the young teen. Now, completely lost in one of his worst fears, that security blanket had been torn from him. He couldn't even scream. The frosty air and the terror choked any attempt down to nothing but a whimper. He was frozen to the spot, alone, terrified, and whimpering pathetically for someone, ANYONE to find him and pull him from this personal hell.
Sitting there, Demy really had no idea just how much time had passed. Every second felt like an eternity, and with the passing of time he had to wonder if anyone would ever come to get him out of this. It was around the time he had resigned himself to his fate (had it been minutes? hours? days? ), that the darkness was finally broken by a soft glowing light. It was tiny at first, but apparently headed towards him as it grew brighter with each passing second. Eager to be out of the cold clutches of darkness Demy fumbled his way to a standing position (when had he sat down...?) and broke into a run after the light. The path was rough, especially since he couldn't see it, and there was one point he could have sworn he bumped into something that pushed him away.
But he couldn't worry about that now. He had to get to that light, had to get to it now so the Demetri Wright brand of rational thinking could return. When he was finally close enough he dove, hitting the ground and tumbling into the soft circle of light he deemed as safe. So thankful for this sanctuary, the trembling boy grabbed hold of the legs of his savior and sobbed into the fabric of their pants.
The joy was short lived.
"It's nice to see you again Demetri, it's been a while since you've come to my domain..."
Demy's blood instantly ran cold. The usual cry of 'that's NOT my name!' fizzled into a tiny squeak as he quickly scrambled back. Despite his surprise he didn't go very far, after all the dark unknown was still pressing in from all sides.
"You seem so -surprised- to see me here. Did you really think I'd let you go on making a fool of us? Making us seem like nothing more than an incompetent fool? We're better than this Demetri, better than the pests that inhabit the city around us. Don't you get it? They're vermin Demetri, filthy vermin who must be stamped out so the real owners of this world can take their rightful place."
Every word brought that horrible voice a step closer. Demy tried to keep his distance, but it was only a matter of time before he found himself yanked off the ground and staring into eyes.
Acid green eyes.
A sick sort of grin spread across Scheelite's face. The b*****d was enjoying this, every little bit of terror from Demy seemed to simply fuel Scheelite. The agent seemed to possess an inhuman strength (though Demy had to wonder if those in the Negaverse still qualified as 'human' ), as it took minimal effort to lift the struggling boy right off the ground. It was moments like these that Demy realized just how young he was. He was just a kid after all, a fifteen year old boy caught up in things he hardly understood. Some of these things he -never- wanted to understand.
"You see, dear little Demetri, you and I are like oil and water..."
He gave a dark chuckle then, the confusion written all over Demy's face clearly amusing him.
"You can shake us up all you like, try your damnedest to make us mix just like Z did with his...darker self, but sooner or later we're just going to end up separating again. And you know what Demetri? Oil floats to the surface, it smothers out water and forces it below, never seen until the next time someone comes along and shakes it up."
Demy still looked confused, though he was quickly realizing that maybe there should be a reason to be concerned at what his darker side was saying. No...what Scheelite was saying . This wasn't him! It COULDN'T be him!
...Could it?
"I'm the oil to your water Demetri. You can act as happy and bubbly as you like. Shake us up all you want to try and hide your darker urges. But I'm here Demetri..."
Scheelite was purring into his ear at this point, causing Demy to shudder at just how -close- they were.
"I've been here forever Demetri. Festering in the corner of your mind as you watched your parents have time for everything but you. Growing every day as you put on your happy face for school but secretly wished to be someone else. Your fame and popularity is false isn't it? Your claim to fame is a mere four letters on a silly arcade machine no one will care about in a few years. You think you're popular at school, but people don't actually -like- you do they? Know of you maybe...but who actually hangs out with you, besides Z? And even -he- couldn't be bothered to tell you he cared until recently..."
"It's..it's n-not true! I'm awesome, e-everyone knows that! And Z LOVES me!"
He had finally managed to stutter out some sort of reply. Scheelite simply gave a sad "Tsk tsk.." and shook his head.
"Demetri, this will all amount to nothing in a few years....can't you see?"
That grin was still there, it was attempting to be sweet now but there was a sense of danger behind it.
"Don't you want to be a part of something more? The Negaverse is your ticket to being part of something that actually matters. You do good and all the attention will be on -you- my friend. Don't ******** this up and you'll be well taken care of..."
This...was sort of tempting. In his confusion Demy didn't notice the way Scheelite was looking away during that statement. The Negaverse didn't baby, didn't really care about what it's officers wanted. They mourned, yes, but they also wanted -results-. Still, it was better than the nothingness his own family had offered him.
"Trust me Demetri...in the end oil will overrun water, you can only keep me below the surface for so long. You'll give in eventually. You think you own me, but trust me..."
And here Scheelite was right in his face once more, his tongue snaking out to lick along his teeth.
"I know you, and I know I'm -much- stronger than you. After all, haven't you seen what we've already done?"
Suddenly the area was flooded with light. The sudden change forced Demy to close his eyes and wait to adjust. Scheelite took advantage of this by spinning the boy around and wrapping an arm around his chest, pinning Demy back against his own chest. The agent's free hand went to the other's face, prying those frightened green eyes back open.
"Look!"
As the spots faded from his eyes and everything came back into focus, Demy was met with faces. Oddly familiar faces. In fact the more he looked the more he became certain....
These were the faces of those he...no...SCHEELITE had killed.
"Don't be fooled Demetri. The might look innocent now, sad even. Don't mourn for them, they had to die. HAD to die. The Negaverse is more important than them, more important than you. The Queen is all that matters. Get that through your glowstick addled mind will you?"
He tried to squirm, tried to get away. But Scheelite held him tight, forced him to look upon those who had died to further their cause. The b*****d hardly seemed phased (in fact, this all seemed to amuse him), but Demy was horrified. Men, women, that...was a child back there, right? Had it really been so many? Had he really let himself go so often to produce all this?
But it wasn't him! It was Scheelite! ...R-right? It...it had to be!
They moved now, their bodies drained of their souls and yet moving in unison to surround him, pressing in from all sides like the darkness had done until just recently. He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, the bodies and the sadness and the hate overtaking everything. Sometime during it Scheelite had let him go, seemingly floating in midair now (had he...teleported?) and watching with a grin as Demy was swallowed up by the mass of grabbing hands.
"Oil and water Demetri, I was always here...and one day I'll be the only thing here.
The last image he had was Scheelite's grinning face as the hands finally blotted out all light, dragging him into the recesses of the earth. He had killed them, and now he would share their grave.
It was then he finally found the strength to scream.
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The scream carried over into the waking world, Demy bolting up in bed and throwing off his covers before realizing they were in fact just that and not the hands that had grabbed him in his nightmare. His roommate barely had a chance to give a sleepy "huh...?" before finding the terrified blonde in -his- bed and clinging to him desperately. Demy spent the rest of that night sobbing and holding onto Z, barely able to utter a single word about what he had witnessed in his dream.
And somewhere in his mind, Scheelite laughed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:10 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #6I'll Follow You Into the Dark
Partner to: Too Late for I Love You
Mood Music: Death Cab for Cutie - I'll Follow You Into the Dark
Word Count: 746It had been several days since the nightmare that had plagued Demetri Wright. Days since that night he spent clinging to his poor sleepy roommate, unable to go back to sleep for fear of what he'd find in his dreams. The first night he had refused to sleep at all, eventually crashing in the middle of the day when his sugar supply ran low. From there it had been a slow process to ease himself back into dreamland, but with each day it got easier and easier. Why, the last night's dream had even been somewhat -comical-, as the Scheelite of his nightmares suddenly grew a pair of boobs in the middle of some serious rant of his. While that had been -terrifying-, compared to the original dream it was also kind of hilarious.
Assuming that the nightmares were in his past (perhaps he had just eaten the wrong thing before bed? who knew!), Demy settled into his bed for a nice restful night.
Clearly this just wasn't meant to be.
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He awoke not in his bed, but somewhere out in the forest. Thoughts were jumbled, and really he was having a hard time figuring out just -what- had happened. His head was pounding, and upon lifting a hand to gently touch it he was met with something wet.
Blood.
Scheelite (when had he shifted into his Negaverse gear?...) stared dumbly at the red liquid for a moment, his thoughts only interrupted by a sudden loud scream. But not just -any- scream, he could swear that sounded like Zink. His own wounds forgotten he stumbled to his feet and off in the direction it had come from.
But he was late. Far too late.
Z had always been a bit short, but crumpled so lifelessly on the forest floor he seemed even tinier still. Whoever had hurt him, had hurt his partner was gone, leaving the body behind. Scheelite ran to his side, dropping to his knees and cradling the body of the one person he truly loved.
Zink, no...-Z-, was gone. There was no breath, no beat of a heart, just a body slowly going cold as he cradled it in his arms. Z looked so peaceful, almost child-like in his eternal slumber. Maybe it was in death that Z finally found the respect and happiness he desired so much.
He was gone, and his other half was left behind. Scheelite was lost, so -very- lost, and did the only thing he could do...he cried. Not as Demy, but as the Negaverse agent that terrified the normal student inside. What would he do? What COULD he do? Z had been his everything. Demy dragged himself through the days at school because it made Z proud. Demy went with all the plans Z came up with because it made Z happy. Demy allowed his darker side to do what it wanted because it helped Z.
With no Z, Demy's carefully laid out world was shattered. Without Z there was no world, and with no world there was no reason for Demy to still inhabit it.
"This wasn't supposed to happen..."
One hand went to brush the bangs out of Z's face for a final time.
"We were supposed to go together. Don't you remember our deal? One can't go without the other..."
Schee shifted the body of his partner, setting the smaller boy carefully in his lap to look like they were sitting together, before grasping one of his hands in his own.
"Don't worry Z. I'm right behind you...just like I've always been."
And then Schee plunged his hand into his own chest, Z's captured hand following in suit. The two hands wrapped around his own starseed and began to pull.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. He figured it had to, afterall it was your very -soul- being ripped out. But he could not..no WOULD NOT live without Z at his side. He refused to, and if Z was unable to fulfill their suicide pact then he'd just have to help.
It hurt. It was intense, he tried so hard not to scream but in the end he had to, the pain of losing Z and the physical pain of his starseed slowly being pulled out far too much to handle.
It hurt...but it'd only hurt for a little while. Then he'd be with Z again. Then the world would be right again.
And there'd be no more pain.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:59 pm
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #7Picture Perfect Past
Mood Music: Blue October - Into the Ocean
Word Count: 1,650He had always found a sense of peace by the oceanside. Long ago he had lived somewhere where he could visit the ocean occasionally. The towns of his past were tranquil, small places where everyone knew each other's names and a police force was barely needed. Despite all the towns had to offer, the Demy of Destiny City really only missed the ocean.
"I'm just a normal boy..."
Sighing, he adjusted his position just slightly. He was sitting on a small rocky area, overlooking the ocean below that stretched as far as the eyes could see. Knees were pulled against his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them.
"Is that what you call it?..."
Scheelite had appeared. Tonight he wasn't menacing, wasn't yanking Demy through a field of corpses or laughing in the background as his love died before him. No, tonight Scheelite walked out of the shadows and took up a seat next to Demy. Where the student's position was guarded, scared even, Scheelite simply sat down indian style. He had nothing to fear, nothing to hide, no reason to pretend.
"I'm just a normal boy..."
Demy repeated, with Scheelite right behind:
"Normal children don't lead your life Demetri."
"Normal...just a normal boy."
Repeated still, as though if he kept saying it it would eventually become the truth. Afterall, why wouldn't it? Everything else had worked out that way...
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They were no longer on the rocks above. The two were on the beach, the waves just barely reaching their feet. Scheelite had boots, Demy was barefoot. Scheelite stood tall, Demy huddled next to him, eyeing the ocean with uncertainty. This was the ocean that he used to stare out into for hours on end and just relax. Today if offered no relaxation, only painful memories. Today Scheelite was not a monster, he was a friend, he was someone to be trusted.
"Don't you see Demetri?"
One arm was around Demy's shoulders, the other arm sweeping to indicate the ocean that lay before them.
"Do you remember your parents? What they were really like?"
The waves seemed to pool at his feet now. Each time they moved in further. Demy figured the tide must be coming in. It was odd...he swore he could see things flickering in the water. Scenes playing out. Memories. The blonde smiled as the picture flickered into focus. Two adults, parents, playing a board game with a small blonde child.
"Me..."
He said once, then again, seemingly trying to convince the agent at his side that the child was him and the adults parents, his parents.
"A lie."
Scheelite stomped on the image with his boot. Demy gasped. The water rippled and when Schee moved the image left behind was fractured, pieces falling away to reveal the truth. There was no happiness, no family game night, just the same small child shut in the darkness of his room. Demy shuddered. He hated the dark, he hated what he was looking at, he hated his childhood. Beside him Scheelite shook his head, watching it play out.
Demy's parents weren't abusive, at least in a physical sense. They really were not prepared to have a child, and when Demy had reached the point of being able to entertain himself they expected him to do so. All the time. Demy didn't want this, he wanted attention, he wanted love, sometimes he just wanted to -talk-. His parents, wrapped up in their failing marriage, didn't have time for such things and more often than not he found himself in his room, ordered to sleep when he simply couldn't, ordered to be silent when he just wanted to express himself.
The blonde hated this, hated being forced to think of this again. With an angry snarl he kicked the water. The image fragmented once more before piecing itself back together into the happy image it started off with. This is the truth, he told himself. That other image was a dream. A horrible dream and nothing more.
The loneliness and emptiness lingered on.
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They were further out, the water coming up to their midsections. There were things in the water and despite Demy staying as close to Scheelite as possible he could feel them, and could swear that one had even given an experimental nibble to his leg. He was uncomfortable, afraid, wanting to flee. Scheelite would not allow him to.
"How was your old school?"
Demy thought this was a silly question. Nothing was wrong with his old school. He had tons of fond memories of the place, and the water around them shifted into various memories. One held a younger Demy with his report card of perfect grades. Another was him at lunch laughing it up with friends. Yet another held shimmering images of him and his friends playing during school's outside lessons. He did not see why this was up for inspection, afterall it was the truth.
The things lurking in the water below circled closer, disrupting the images as they swam by. The memories rippled, becoming something else. There was no report card of perfect grades, in fact they were mostly failing grades and the look on his father's face when he brought it home explained it all. He had no time for failures, and the boy had once again found himself locked away, expected to handle himself. Mom was already gone for good by this point. Lunch wasn't always the happy time it seemed. True, he sat with friends, but it was only a handful at best and he was lucky to still have his lunch money by the time the bell rang. Gym class was another horror. He was short, skinny, and easy to pick on. Demy had had times to play, but he had also had times to flee barrages of dodge balls and various other equipment.
The shadows in the water grew more violent, great shadowy tails thrashing their way through the images. They shifted, playing out more scenes of bullying in the places he had lived before Destiny City, and eventually of a frustrated young blonde fighting back. Demy looked away, trying to forget them.
"Just a normal boy, these memories are not mine..."
The things drew closer, bumping into him, nibbling, biting. Each one was a painful reminder of some occurance from his past, and Scheelite simply stood by as Demy's ghosts chased him through the water.
Eventually they were gone, the images in the water breaking apart as Demy's blood mixed with them, eventually piecing back together as a normal child's happy memories.
The pain lingered on.
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Further out still, the water now up to their shoulders. Demy was still bleeding and Scheelite was still by his side. Demy was really uncomfortable now, but no longer really had the energy to flee. Scheelite wouldn't have let him even if he could.
"How did you end up here?"
Demy frowned. Here? Well to get to dream world he went to sleep... As if he knew what he was thinking (technically he did), Scheelite shook his head. No, the agent wanted to know how he had ended up here, and by here he meant an agent of the Negaverse.
The water rippled, images slowly coming into focus. Destiny City wasn't so bad. At least while he was at school he was away from his father and whatever woman he had chosen to bring home for the day. He had friends, actual friends, and it seemed like people here actually -liked- him. The irony was that in ending up in Hillworth he had finally found a bit of what he had always wanted. Besides, he had found Z here...and Z was his everything.
Some of the scenes merged together, finally forming the memory of the night of his corruption. Demy had never tried to cover this memory up, instead he just chose to try and forget it completely. It'd always be there though, in the back of his mind. How exactly would one forget the day they lost their soul to darkness? It hadn't been so hard to talk him into it. Demy wasn't a thinker, he wasn't a planner, he really didn't consider just -what- he had signed himself up for. All that mattered was he belonged. He had a purpose, a service he could offer, and for one of the few times in his life he had someone that relied on him. The Negaverse was great, being Zink's partner was great.
There was just one thing. Afterall, he was killing people.
"You could forget about it all you know."
There was a wave in the distance. Demy couldn't see it yet.
"Just sit back, forget about everything, let your instincts take control. They'll handle the people, the fighting, the murder. Your instincts will take care of you Demetri, I'll take care of you. Just let yourself go..."
"I'm just a normal boy..."
"That sank when you fell overboard."
The wave hit, Demy found himself completely underwater, disorientated and feeling far too weak to swim. He was not alone in the water. The things from earlier had returned, ghostly shapes circling around him in the cold, inky depths. Sometimes, it really felt like he was falling in the ocean.
"Let me help you."
A gloved hang was held out, Scheelite beckoning him to grab it.
"Grab hold, let me help you out of this. You'll go far Demetri Wright, and you'll be one of the greats."
A shaking hand reached out, grabbing hold of the offered hand.
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"Just a normal boy."
Demy was back on the rocks. Bleeding still, but the wounds were closing up. Before him the vast ocean shimmered with memories. Carefully placed memories. He'd been a normal kid, with a normal past and normal parents. Everything was fine, and everything would be fine.
Afterall, when you built the world around you, how could anything be less than perfect?
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:22 pm
Solo LogFor Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #8Hey Bright Eyes!
Mood Music: Owl City - Rainbow Veins
Word Count: 715Scheelite was in a pretty good mood tonight. The days had ticked by since he had been released from the hospital, including celebrating Z's -awesome- birthday and the day he shoved sugar off on Ladon. Nothing to complain about really, minus the bits of lingering pain. Really, he was doing much better! He just needed to get out and really -stretch- his body, clearly that would help right? Still, for the most part he had to sneak out to get past Z's protectiveness. Not that he didn't -have- a reason to protective. After all, with what had happened...
Ah nevermind, tonight was a good night!
This was not a night of star seed collection (though one along the way wouldn't hurt). Not a night to avoid being beaten on by senshi nor a night to take the life of said senshi. Nope, tonight was a night with one simple purpose. So, with a backpack added to his uniform Scheelite bounded off into the night to make first of several stops. It seemed like a pretty quiet night out, no screams to break off the apparent calm of the city. The stars were twinkling above, and if he wasn't so set on carrying out this crazy little plan of his he may have paused on a rooftop somewhere and spent the night stargazing.
Instead he had found his way to the park, to the top of one of the larger trees. Here he finally had to pause, taking a few moments to sit down on the branch and catch his breath. Scheelite didn't like being held back by injuries, but as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't feeling all that great. Still, this was important! So after getting his breath back the blonde pulled off his backpack and set to digging through it. It wasn't too long before he had dug out a single blue glowstick, a piece of paper, and a piece of string. Within a few minutes the glowstick was cracked and hung from a branch with the string, the note tied on as well. His work here finished, Scheelite bounded off to hit the next stop.
Similar notes were left around the city, each following the same basic idea but going off on a different tangent here and there. Each had also been proofread by Z, resulting in various scribbles here and there (Schee could recall some remark about how this would never work, but just in case a -senshi- found them god forbid...). Unfortunately no amount of proofreading could remove Demy's trademark stars instead of dots over letters.
About ten note and glowstick packages later (plus one star seed, now no one could say he wasn't working!), Scheelite called it a night and headed back to Hillworth to get some much-needed rest. Hopefully Wiseman would find the packages, and if not Schee would just have to keep leaving them around. Good thing he had replenished his glowstick supply!
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:24 pm
Solo Log
For Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #9
Put Down
Mood Music: ~~~
Word Count: 875
Laughter echoed off the walls, the rather unnerving sound bouncing around and around before slowly tapering off into nothing. His enemies were defeated, their dead forms littered around and the blood pooling from their broken bodies to the floor below. He sat upon two of them, shoved together like a makeshift throne. Sometime during the night his Negaverse uniform had been utterly drenched in blood. Some part of him would have been disgusted by this, freaked out at the way the previously warm blood had dried and caked over his skin and clothes. That part of him was long dead, smothered by the more primal Scheelite who had whispered encouragements of death and destruction in his ear. Kill kill kill it said, murder and destroy til nothing is left, only then will your queen be proud of you. He had wanted his queen to be proud of him, Zink too. He wanted the praise, the recognition, the love, and in the pursuit of this he had lost himself, permanently.
"You're nothing but a rabid dog..."
The voice that broke into his moment of victory caused Scheelite to go silent and hop off his 'throne' to look for it's owner. He knew that voice, he loved that voice. It was his master, the one person he trusted more than anyone else. Surely Zinkenite would be proud of him, proud of the collection of bodies that had once been their enemies. Surely praise was to follow.
As the shorter Lieutenant stepped onto the scene, Scheelite had bounded over to him and stood by to await orders. Blood was dripping off every inch of him, pooling on the ground below. Some his, most of it belonging to others. He didn't care. It didn't matter, Zink was here, and he had done well! Everything would be fine.
"Well if he's nothing more than a rabid dog, I think it's time for you to put him down Lieutenant."
These words didn't sound promising, but considering now both his beloved queen -and- Zinkenite were on the scene then surely it was okay? They didn't really mean anything of what they were saying, he had done good! Why would they wish him harm? Why was it that Zink was backing him up now, tripping him even? Why was Zink looming over him? ...Did he want a kiss? Maybe he did! Yes, kisses were how you rewarded people for a job well done, surely this is what was to come.
"You see, Demetri..."
Not Dem, not Schee, not any of the cute nicknames they shared. Just..what? Why the hell would Zink use -that- name? He knew how much Schee hated it!
"When you could hold this rage in check you were useful. You've outlived your purpose, what was once useful has poisoned your mind and now you are simply a liability. I don't take kindly to liabilities compromising my plans. I eliminate problems."
Zink was little, sure, but he still had power behind him and one particularly hard stomp was enough to break previously broken bones and send the taller lieutenant into gasps and yelps. Zink wore a cruel smirk, kneeling to sit beside Schee and slowly drive the fractured bones in more, impaling all that was important inside his chest. His life was flickering, those green eyes that were usually just one step away from glowing fading to an incredibly dull green. And through it all he still didn't understand, he never would. He had done everything they wanted! Why...why wasn't he loved?! Why the hell was Z doing this? Was it for his own good? Was...there some kind of trick? There had to be, there just had to be!
But there wasn't, and one lieutenant Scheelite was left to his agonizing death by the hand of his former partner before being cast aside like the trash he had taken out before.
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Had Demy's screams and thrashing woken up Z, or was the boy awake from his own night terrors? Demy had no idea, but when those green eyes opened to see the shorter boy looming over him just as he had done moments ago in his dream he...didn't take too kindly to it. In fact he flat out punched him and sent Z sprawling to the floor. The boy called up some warning or another of "there better be a damn good explanation for this", but Demy was far too busy clutching at his chest and trying to make sure everything was still more or less intact. There were no bones jutting out, no organs run through, and yet it still felt like it was and he had to stumble out of his bed to go hurl into the toilet before he could even think about gathering his wits again.
It was going to be one hell of a long night. <********> sleep, he was going to stay in his corner and play Guitar Hero and try to gain back the ability to look at his roommate without whimpering in fear.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:01 am
Solo Log
For Promotion to Captain
Solo RP #10
The Perfect Family!....or?
Mood Music: ~~~
Word Count: 821
Whenever someone bothered to ask Demetri Wright about his family, they were always met with a laugh and some quickly told story about how awesome his childhood had been. Those bright eyes and wide smile told story after story of nights spent with loving parents who had all the time in the world to dote on their little boy. Hours ticked by with little activities here and there just to spend time as a family. It really was the perfect childhood, and when told by the overly enthusiastic boy one couldn't help but get wrapped up in the tales and not really think about it.
After all, if Demetri Wright had the perfect childhood with ideal parents and was overall a good kid just what was he doing in Hillworth? It almost seemed like some kind of weird joke to see his smiling face in the confines of the rowdy school. Day in and day out...just why was he there? Zac had questioned him about it, back before they were...well them, together, whatever one wanted to call it. The blonde hadn't offered him much of an explanation either beyond the typical stories of his amazing life and some brushed off minor story about something bad he did. Who knew the real reason? Who would -ever- know the real reason?
When the epidemic hit Destiny City, Demy had been out with Cordelia and her cousin. He hadn't wanted to go out, as he was right in the middle of a kindasorta fight with Zac, but had eventually been coaxed into it. Who knew that day would change the life of everyone in the city? So many slept in every available corner of Destiny City's hospital, and those still awake found their city thrust into a new kind of chaos. The 'terrorists' still roamed, and now the national guard as well. It was a dangerous mixed up place to wander, but if only they knew just what those asleep had to go through as well.
He had arrived to the hospital in good condition, no injuries to note besides the mysterious coma. Others had arrived in various states of condition, ranging from healthy to teetering on the brink of death (and some beyond) depending on just what they had been doing at the moment they fell asleep. Having fallen asleep in an ice cream parlor near the mall, he had had little chance to end up injured. In stable condition, Demetri Wright had been placed on a gurney and though he was occasionally moved around as they juggled patients to make room for more he eventually found residence in a corner of a room with plenty of other patients. If he had been awake he would have been happy to see that his final move brought him into the same room as Beth, which meant that his poor boyfriend could at least keep an eye on the both of them without juggling his time between them. It was one small comfort in this world of unknowns, and still the boy slept on.
The blonde had quite a few visitors, but for all his stories of his past there were two curiously absent visitors. Where -were- his mom and dad? They had to still be around, as he did on occasion excuse himself from the dorm to go and call them, so why weren't they visiting their comatose son? Zac had time to ponder this during the days his partner slept, though all his theories proved useless as time and time again Demy's parents failed to show up.
It was on one particularly quiet day in the hospital (there were rarely quiet moments there anymore, but today for just a bit it seemed as such), that Zac entered the room and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar man looming over the gurney that Demy slept upon. Unlike the families of the other patients this man made no effort to touch the sleeping boy, no kiss on the forehead, no careful brush of the hand through his hair. Nothing more than a hard stare down at him before placing an envelope labeled "To: Demetri, From: Aiden" among the other items left for the boy. Letter delivered, the man (likely this 'Aiden'), turned and headed towards the door. He barely cast a glance at the short teenager as he walked out, though Zac could have caught the intensity of the man's blue eyes and the familiar wildness to his blonde hair. Within seconds he was gone, and Demetri Wright was left alone on his gurney once again.
Upon closer inspection the envelope (who would ever label a letter to the blonde as to Demetri? He hated that name!), had a tiny word written underneath Aiden. The word was dad.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:02 am
Solo LogFor Promotion to General
Solo RP #1The White World
Mood Music: Linkin Park - Iridescent
Word Count: 803What happened during that time haunted him.
He couldn't tell you many details of what happened in the dreamworld of Tartaros itself. He didn't want to, really. The captain would fidget around the question until pleading eyes finally forced him to give in and tell as much of the tale as he could.
There had been a forest, one filled with tricks of the light and freaky giant ******** spiders. There had been a crow, and some kind of strange town. Rosalind had been there, annoyingly enough, and several others whos names escaped him unless mentioned to him first. It had seemed that finally, when they might have made some real -progress- and figured out just what the hell was going on and how to get out it all fell apart.
Literally.
One second he had been doing something (conversing in song lyrics..? weird), and the next the world around him blew apart. He seemed to stand still, while everything blew past in a cataclysmic explosion. People, scenery, everything went rushing past, until he was alone in a silent and white world.
It was only in this world that he felt truly afraid and every second of his time there was remembered in horrifying detail. Yes, the forest had had it's own share of weirdness and fear, but that at least was a 'real' world, with people and sounds and scents and everything that came with a world. This? This was nothing.
He'd later find out that he had woken up later than the others, people freed from the curse and what he could only assume was that forest world before his own time there ended. He had to assume that the explosion had been the curse ending, the dreamworld tearing itself apart and releasing those in it's hold. He felt glad for those who got out and didn't have to experience what he went through, even though some of those who 'got out' died in the process. Sometimes he wondered if that would have been better.
Time stretched on forever in that whited out place. There was no up, no down, no anywhere. Nothing there but himself and his thoughts. Even his voice was gone, an open mouth resulting in nothing more than a silent scream. There was no sense of time in this place, no way to tell if he had spent mere minutes there or the vast majority of his time spent asleep. And at one point, the colors of his civilian clothes faded to black and white versions of their former brightly colored selves. No one here, just Demetri Wright and the vast emptiness of whatever this place was. It drove him right to the breaking point and then beyond, the normally ecstatic blonde now up on his feet and punching away at the air in frustration. Alone, why did he have to be so ALONE. He couldn't stand it, couldn't stand the way it made him feel. Despite the vast open area, he felt extremely closed in, unable to breathe, unable to exist.
He was back on the 'ground' now, if it could even be called that, sprawled on his back and looking up at what he could only assume was the 'sky' of this place. He wanted this to end, for ANYONE to come along and find him and prove this was all just a horrible nightmare. And then finally, it did. His savior approached, the color of the world returning with each footstep heard in the distance. Demy slowly sat up, the overwhelming sense of defeat washing away taking with it the weight of unease. He...would be okay.
Because in the one hour of need, his savior was one of the last he expected. That dark persona that taunted his dreams and ran loose with him in the city during the night was here to bring him home. Step, step, step, the color returning to his own clothing, his self returning. And finally, there he was, Scheelite. No demonic grin, no zombies here to kill him, nothing but Scheelite and an outstretched hand. Demetri quickly took it, Scheelite pulling him into a friendly embrace and whispering into his ear that everything would be okay. He would be okay.
That is when Demetri Wright woke back up.
That is when he rejoined his friends, or at least those left and faced the challenges that the changed city presented him.
His time spent there would forever haunt him, always make him uneasy to sleep because the fear of going back to that world was overwhelming. But he'd get through it bit by bit, day by day.
Because him and Scheelite were finally one.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 12:16 pm
Solo LogFor Promotion to General
Solo RP #2Severing Ties
Mood Music: Blue October - Hate Me
Word Count: 763Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for youWhy was this so hard? Their relationship had been strained for longer than Demy cared to remember, so why..why was this so damn hard?
The blonde heaved his hundredth sigh for the afternoon before flopping dramatically over the side of his bed and staring at the notepad in front of him. Damnit he could do this...he had to do this. It was the best, for both himself and him. A few more moments of staring and he snatched the notepad back up, got back into a seated position, and started writing once again. The pile of crumpled papers to the side showed just how long he had been going at this. For once he was thankful Zac was out for the day, it gave him plenty of time to think.
Despite what he wanted people to think, Demetri Wright's family was not a normal 'happy' family.
His mother...man, he had -just- been starting to get back in touch with his mother. She was never really -out- of touch, but it was always awkward. She'd come by now and again, not very often at all, and drop by for a quick visit. But with his father's constant need to have a new girl to fill the hole in his heart, and his mother's lingering love for his dad....well, it just never ended well. There was usually a lot of screaming and yelling, sometimes stuff thrown, and in it all Demy would huddle in his room and wish they could just get along. In his mind they did! They always got along and life was perfect. The family in his head was so much nicer, he always preferred thinking about that rather than facing reality. It was something he often continued to this day, replacing reality with something happier so he could just make it through the day.
His mother was gone now, and no amount of mentally wishing that away would help. Death had a funny way of ending things like that.
His father...he tried his best to keep close to him, but the bonding just wasn't there. They'd go through the daily motions, pretending to be interested in each other's lives, but really they just didn't care. Aiden saw Demy as a constant reminder to his failed marriage with Renee, who when he really thought about it...he still loved quite a bit. But for some reason it just wouldn't work, would never work, and he'd spend the rest of his life trying to figure out why. Demy just preferred living in his fantasy world rather than making any real effort to fix the real world. It led to problems for him later, acting out when things didn't go the way they did in his head, hurting people. These were the reasons he ended up in Hillworth.
The letter was written now, green eyes scanning it one last time before he'd stuff it in an envelope to mail later that day.
His dad wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. All he asked was bits of money to make it through his remaining time at Hillworth. Once he was out that'd be it. He'd be old enough to go out on his own, and they could finally forget about each other and move on with their lives.
The letter was mailed, it's contents explaining that while he thanked his father for raising him and supporting him through life, they were just kidding themselves when they thought this was really loving. Sure, they 'loved' each other...but it was more of a tolerance and general caring for each other than anything more. Renee's sudden death just further strained the tiny thread holding them together. He'd get through school, they'd go their separate ways, and maybe if they wanted to they could get together every once in a while...but hey, it wouldn't be required.
Demy knew deep down his father and mother often fought over him. Over what he -was- and what he reminded each of them of. The things they couldn't have, all because they rushed in too fast and didn't pause to think.
It was better this way. He even put an extra note in the letter that if his father really -objected- to this he could just write back and they'd go back to the way things HAD been. But if it was okay, just to let it go and things would play out and finally end.
The letter never got a reply.And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave...
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:22 pm
Solo Log
For Promotion to General
Solo RP #3
Letting It All Go
Mood Music: All American Rejects - Move Along
Word Count: 694
Letting everything go was an important part of healing. Sitting and dwelling on the negatives just made them worse. They slowly ate at the soul, consuming everything until a person was nothing more than a shell of their former self. This was the daily battle Demetri Wright was going through. It'd be so easy to just lay around and do nothing. Let his depression kill all will to do anything until he felt perfectly content to just lay curled up in bed watching the days go by.
But he just...couldn't.
This was not what Demetri Wright did. He was torn between what he, at his core, was which was a hyper good-natured boy who just wanted to have a good time, and what he felt like, which was a boy who was bitter and resentful of the world around him. Both sides seemed right, but he couldn't be one without the other lingering in the back of his head. His friends, those -left- at least, wanted him out of his shell and back to his 'usual' self. It was apparent how much it unnerved them when he went into one of his 'phases' and shut out the world around him. He felt horrible for upsetting them, it was all his fault afterall... And yet, if he acted like his happy normal self all the time then he was shutting out his feelings for what had happened. He'd be bottling up the pain of losing his mother, Ursula, Wiseman, and all the other things that had meant so much to him. Forgetting them to move on with life was just as bad as sulking and thinking about it forever.
What could he do?
There had to be some comrpomise in between bottling up everything and remembering it without letting it hurt so much. There had to be some way to pick himself up and move on. He could do this. He could be his old self while still remembering the things he had gone through and having a serious side too. He had done this before. He had rewritten his past so he could stand to think about it, be HAPPY about it even. He could do it again.
Precious little existed of Demy's past. For a boy who seemed so intent on proving just how wonderful it had been, there really was very little. He loved his parents, he really did, but things between his dad just...didn't work out, and his mom was no longer of this earth. Holding onto trinkets from a past that really -wasn't- pleasant and no longer affected him was pointless. They'd be the first to go. Demy crawled off his bed and went under it to retrieve his trunk. Glowsticks and other things of his were dug through to get to what he wanted, two tiny packets of photos hidden way at the bottom. He rifled through them, pulling out the ones that didn't need to be remembered and stuffing them in one envelope while holding onto a few in the other.
A -nice- photo of him and his mom? Also one of him and his dad? He'd hold on that.
Pictures of Zee? Yeah, he'd be holding onto those.
There were some others, including Beth and one even of Ursula that made him tear up when he looked at it that were saved. But for the most part they were shoved into the envelope to be disposed of.
He did not want to completely forget his past. Forgetting his parents, Ursula, all of them would just be a dishonor to them. They had lived, they -had- been part of his life, and he would remember them in his heart forever. But he had to move on, and tonight he would burn up the things that didn't need to be remembered and let them go.
It was a step towards moving on. A step towards letting the majority of his pain go and getting back to his life, and it had to be done.
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:34 pm
Solo Log
For Promotion to General
Solo RP #4
Building a Team 101
Mood Music: ~~~
Word Count: 462
Over the course of time, Demetri Wright had invested in a notebook. His roommate had several...okay, more than several. Demy had no idea just how many notebooks Zac had, and sometimes he wondered if even Zac himself knew. Whatever though, Demy had one of great importance. One that he kept under lock and key, the key resting on his chain necklace right beside the one that matched Zac's lock necklace. He kept it hidden away, and only really brought it out when he was alone in the room.
Inside? His plans for his team, his future, his role in the Negaverse.
Today he was alone again for a few hours, so the notebook was carefully pulled from it's hiding place and opened. He needed to add in what he had learned about his newest recruit, Sailor Hel, and possible ideas for what to use her for. Senshi...were something new to him. He didn't trust them, not one damn bit, but the ones that had been pulled into the Negaverse? Demy...really had no idea what to think there. They were on his side, but they still reeked of the other side and this bugged him.
But this was one reason he had taken Hel into his team. His aversion to Senshi had to be overcome. It was a weakness! Mostly brought on by his frequent (and lately, horrible) encounters with Sailor Lyra. No, he needed to go out and -hunt- Senshi. Find out just what was out there, so he could prepare both himself and his team for the dangers of the city. Sailor Hel was under his watch, and thus someone he was going to have to learn to work with -and- put to the best use. It was for the good of the team. His team.
So notes about Hel were jotted down beside those of Para. Para was someone he could really rely on. His number one! And...in some sense, a sort of big sister. Paragonite was really working to keep him motivated and going in the right direction, and this was something he greatly appreciated. What he needed to work on was working with her more. Working so much with Zink had driven the idea of teamwork into his head (for the most part), and patrols with his teammates were something he definitely wanted to do. If he could find a way to use the strengths of each of his teammates, and cover for their weaknesses...well, they'd be unstoppable.
For now the notebook was closed, locked, and set back in it's hiding place. Soon they would have a team meeting, set some goals, and really get to work.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:57 pm
Solo Log
For Promotion to General
Solo RP #5
Quailty Time
Mood Music: ~~~
Word Count: 591
For all that he was an active youth, there were times Demy really enjoyed just lazing around the dorm room. Both himself and his roommate were so busy with school, patrolling, managing their own teams, and other such tasks that the time for them had been cut significantly. This, while necessary, seriously sucked.
So the times they were in the room together and could just relax had become some of Demy's favorite times. Alright, Zac wasn't exactly the most touchy-feely boyfriend around. That was okay! Demy was cuddly enough for the both of them, likely much to his roommates dismay. One of the blonde's favorite resting spots had become draped across Zac's bed while the other boy worked on one project or another. While Demy only used his notebook for the occasional note or grand plan, Zac used his for just about everything. It left Demy a lot of time to lay close by while the other scribbled away in his notebook. Some days the blonde would be tapping away furiously at a game system while he laid there, and on rare occasions he'd actually catch a bit of sleep while he felt comforted by Zee's presence. Even rarer still were the days Zac showed a bit of affection, maybe with a hand brushed through the unruly mop of blonde hair followed by a comment about needing to cut his damn hair since he -really- had Zac bangs by now. Whenever Demy brought these moments up, Zac would quickly deny it ever happened and look away, usually with a mention of "Shut up..idiot." It had become a sort of loving comment from the shorter boy. Demy didn't mind, it usually brought a goofy grin to his face which would just fluster the shorter captain even more.
There were of course times that Zac got his 'revenge'. Times when the blonde got a bit too daring and moved his head into the other's lap to just grin up at him. He'd get ignored at first, Zee always trying to act cool like nothing ever got to him. But there was only so much poking, nudging, and coughing one could take before they had to pay some attention to whoever was making so much noise. This is when Demy would really turn on the charm and offer a small wave of "Hi!" while still grinning away.
Zac often fixed this situation by putting the book he was reading on Demy's face and resuming his studies. Sometimes the hint of a smirk would cross his face, especially when the other would give a cry of "Zeeee!" before wiggling out from under the book and mock glaring at him. Demy would get back at him though, usually by 'playing' out music on Zac's head. That always got him a bit riled up.
Little things like this kept Demy going day by day. They reminded him that while the outside world was tough and responsibilites rained down on him from all angles there were times he could still sit back and be himself. Being a captain changed a lot, but it didn't have to change this and that made life all that more bearable. Somedays it was hard to remember that two Negaverse captains lived inside this dormroom, rather than two teenage boys who worried about homework, dreamed about the future, and were often times frustrated by the idea of love.
Demy wouldn't change this for anything in the world.
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