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 Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:06 pm
July 01, 2011 The soft click of a door, a screen door, sounded. It seemed much louder than it really was; Alex supposed that was due to the emptiness of the kitchen, and the general lack of sound in the house. His mother and father had already turned in for the evening; his mother had to be in court early in the morning. She had some sort of case, something important though not important enough to be brought home. Then again what case wasn’t important to her?
Padding across the tile floor of the kitchen, being sure to keep quite and not touch anything, Alex stepped out of the kitchen and into the wood floored hallway. Down the hall he made his way, till he reached the stairs leading to the second floor. The steps were taken carefully; he didn’t want to make much of a sound; as making sound was unavoidable. All he could do was lessen it, enough to not rouse his parents. He just wasn’t the sort to turn in early like they were, at least not during the summer.
Past the door, behind which his parents slept, Alex opened the door to his room, upon arriving at the door on the right side of the hallway. Glancing about his room, a habit of his born from not liking to find surprises crawling up his walls, he was happy to note he didn’t have any eight legged…guests. His room deemed safe he closed his door behind himself as he entered his room fully. The soft carpet padding his feet, and the sound of his walking, he made his way to his closet.
Swinging the door open, it opened outwardly, he also took the time to check the walls of his walk in closet. Seeing nothing, which was also very good, Alex stepped inside and went right toward the dresser pressed to the left side wall of his closet. What was pressed to the wall was what most people would use for their clothing, a three draw dresser. Alex however didn’t. The dresser rather was dedicated to his ever growing collection of candles, incense, burners and candle holders. Each draw was dedicated to one particular thing, though burners and candle holders shared the third draw. The first one was opened though, dedicated to candles. From the depths of it, each draw was rather deep, large jar candles were removed. Several of them removed, nine in total. Eyeing each label, and uncapping each to give a sniff, he seemed to settle on a single jar. The wax inside the glad jaw was a dark blue in color, not that it mattered. You could pretty much give any scent any color wax you wanted. What was important was the label, a garden gnome stood out the most. The name, which really wasn’t all that impressive, was Enchanted Garden.
Shrugging, the name really was lacking, Alex grabbed from the draws depth a grill lighter and used his hip to close the draw. Padding back into his room, his closet door closed, the jar found itself on his roll top desk, right next to his computer monitor. Uncapping the candle, the cap set down next to the candle, the teenager lit the candle. Seating himself, in the wheeled arm chair, he had he set the lighter down and logged into his desktop. Time to relax and surf the internet, till he got tired.
Signing on to aol, he did still use aol, he wasn’t surprised to see one of the artiscles it offered dealt with those terrorists in school uniforms. Clicking on the link he played the video, he’d read the article afterward. It seemed once more like someone had gone to town with the CG, as he was still convinced that it was simply not possible what he was seeing. His parents, and others he knew felt similarly. There was no way it was real, it was like a bad Harry Potter live action or something similar. Shaking his head he finally turned his attention to the article to read.
Alexandre was like many in this generation, he got his news online. He didn’t watch it on the tv, so he pulled up various news station websites and started watching what he could about this latest terrorist attack.
“It’s like a bad movie come to life, some joke or bad attempt at flattering J.K.Rowlling.” They didn’t have wands, they did shout things though. The outfits…god the taste in clothing!
By the time he noticed what time it was, he’d gotten a bit caught up in watching the videos and laughing at the commentary on them, two in the morning and he hurried to shut things down. He had an early morning, he was going to get a jump on going to one of the plant nursery’s in the city.
The computer shut down and he was up and off to get a shower and get ready for bed. Word count: 824
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 2:03 pm
July 05, 2011 The gallery showing could have gone better; Alexandre had been alone for the most part. His parents’ aside there was no one he knew in a personal manner, knowing someone’s name didn’t count. Watching everyone else drink wine, or champagne, the teenager had taken delight in watching one idiot, who fancied himself some sort of art critic, become intoxicated to the point he’d taken refuge in a corner using the walls for support. It seemed the man enjoyed drinking while talking, in some manner he thought would have people thinking he knew a great deal about art. The blond knew otherwise, the man liked to hunt ducks and pheasant and knew nothing of art; he’d heard as much from the man’s own mouth months ago at a luncheon he’d gone to with his mother. How art had come up he couldn’t remember.
That aside he’d spent his time biting his tongue, and trying to be as nice as possible when asked for an opinion on the presented art, by the supposed artist himself. The comments had amounted to ‘interesting’, ‘bright’, and ‘imaginative’. Interesting was the closest to the truth he’d gotten.
The drive home, seated in the back of his mothers silver Lexus, he’d spent pondering just what had brought art up with that client of his mothers. It wasn’t until he was pulling on his bed clothing, just a pair of loose plaid patterned pajama bottoms, that he remembered. The man had asked his age and then about school, and the classes he did best in. Really it was such a simple thing; he should have remembered it much sooner. Pushing that self scolding thought aside he crawled into bed, and pulled the thin sheet over himself. As a last minute idea decided to put on the TV.
It might have been a trying night but he wasn’t quite tired enough to fall asleep for the night, if he turned in now he’d likely wake up in an hour or so anyway. But if he lay here, in bed, with the TV on he’d tire himself out enough to properly fall asleep. Now the problem was; was what to watch.
Deciding to first try the flipping of channels Alexandre grabbed the remote from his bedside table, where it rested right next to the touch lamp he had. The TV, which hung on his wall right across from the head of his bed, was flicked on. Ok, Discovery channel. Hmmm…going up the channels he took just enough time to see what channel he was on, and what was playing currently. It seemed like nothing was on, or at least nothing that he was interested in; not even on Wealth TV.
Deciding to give up on the futile attempt at finding something on the TV Alexandre threw the thin sheet off himself, turning to sit at the edge of his bed his feet hang off the side for a moment before he stood up. “Time for a DVD.” Thankfully his parents knew not to barge into his room; he didn’t need them seeing everything he watched. It wasn’t like he watched porn, though some might consider some of what he watched to be porn.
Padding over to the TV, and over to the side a little, Alexandre's attention was on the vertical rack of DVD's he had. Standing between a dresser, which his TV was located above, and his closet door the DVD player held fifty DVD's. From the rack, one of it's top slots, he withdrew his chosen DVD - 'Total Eclipse'.
The DVD, located on the dresser under his TV, was turned on. Watching little blue numbers, showing the time at 11:45pm, flash in to life he opened the drive for the DVD. Dropping the disk in to place Alexandre closed the drive and hit the play button on the player.
Returning to bed he curled back up, under his sheets. It was a good idea he’d gone to the gallery the evening before, to preview the art, he’d have never been able to hold his tongue if he hadn’t. Maybe he’d start doing that from now on, before any gallery showing his parents took him to.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 10:16 am
July 08, 2011
Alexandre didn't know why, it wasn't that it was unusual, but he hadn't seen any eight legged creepers lately. So why was he waking up, for now the third time, tonight? No nightmares and yet he was awake again, and once more the blond was filled with an unsettling feeling he didn't understand.
Assuming he wouldn't get back to sleep, seeing as this was his third time waking up, he slid out from between his sheets and stood up slowly. Stretching as he stood, toes curling into his carpet. A moan of pleasure escaped the teens lips as muscles tensed and than relaxed.
Yawning, covering it with his right hand, Alexandre managed to stumble, still tired as could be, out of his room and into the bathroom. Cold water splashed against his face, to try and aid in waking himself further, he turned the light off as he headed out into the hallway on tip toe; so as to avoid waking his parents. He didn't want to have to try and explain why he was awake at this time of night, it was after two since he'd woken last time at two.
Managing to make it downstairs he took to systematically searching the house, something had him uneasy and that had him spooked and feeling the need to search the house from bottom to top. Starting with the living room. The lights in the living were turned on, and set to dim, as he looked around. Checking behind and under everything he thought someone could hide behind or under. He'd honestly never been one to feel nervous in his own home, even late at night and alone, but tonight he It was a very odd thing, and something he didn't like.
Stifling a yawn he headed next down the hall and into the kitchen to continue his search. As he left the living room the lights were turned off, and the lights in the kitchen were turned on as he entered into the room. Padding across the tile floor, stopping to grab a bottle of flavored water from the fridge, the search of the house continued. It was in his mothers office, books opened and piled up on her desk, that he was sure he heard a clicking. He couldn't be sure, it was so brief a sound, but he'd swear he'd heard clicking. But what sort of clicking? There were all kinds of clicking sounds out there. He didn't know that either, maybe the sound of a tree branch tapping a window in the wind?
Standing in the office he wondered if it would be ok to sleep with candles burning in his room. He didn't want to turn on his lights and leave them on all night. His parents wouldn't be all that pleased to see the electric bill from that. But maybe he could keep himself up by putting on his tv also?
From his mothers office he slowly finished checking the downstairs, ending with his art room. Four canvases, one half painted, and everything else all in it's place. Why was sleep becoming difficult to find? Last night he'd tossed and turned in a half sleep state and woken up fully once. It wasn't like he wasn't tired, he was. Could he be coming down with something? He couldn't think of anything possible.
Maybe he'd drop by Lily's tomorrow and talk to her, it always helped in the past whenever he talked to her about anything. Maybe she'd have a clue about this and if he should talk to his doctor or something else, maybe sleeping pills?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:36 pm
July 20, 2011
He’d thought spending an afternoon at his home, after having woken up at Lily’s and spent the morning there, was a good idea. He’d been leaving the greenhouse, having been watering his plants and clipping dead limbs from his roses, when his mother had told him of her sudden plans. She was having three friends over, all who were female, for lunch. Well, that just wouldn’t do at all, he was planning to spend the afternoon painting.
His mother never bothered him when he was painting, neither did his father, but his mothers friends liked to poke into the room he worked in, and stare over his shoulder as he worked. Normally he’d tolerate such behavior, although it was with gritted teeth, but not today. It wasn’t that the painting was bad, far from it in fact. It was rather a matter of the subject content. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever painted before; he made it a strict rule for himself to not paint people. He’d never painted a person till this canvas.
Two people resided on the white canvas. The people though were not peaceful nor were they just there on the canvas, useless and without action. One person, the one facing those looking at the canvas, wore a mask of utter horror and pain upon his face. While the other person had his back to the observer, what made this painting so controversial in his mind was the second person’s hand appearing to be inside of the first person’s chest. This wasn’t a scene made up, or formed by some late night dream; rather it was something he’d seen months back. He’d been walking the street, late night, needing a nice evening walk to think and get away from everyone. That night he’d wanted to get away from everyone in order to just enjoy the cool city night air, he hadn’t needed the time to think or to calm down from anything.
He’d thought what he was seeing as impossible, still had till he’d been proven wrong. It was in the form of a hand through his own chest, done so by a short male with indigo hair. The pain had been immense, beyond comprehension. Alexandre had never thought such pain could exist, or if it did that no one knew as everyone else to suffer it had died. It’d felt like he was being ripped apart, his very being split in half. How he’d lived through it he didn’t know, but he was glad he’d survived it. The screams he’d been unaware of, but sure had issued from him, should have attracted people’s attention. But it hadn’t, the street hadn’t been that far from where they’d been. It just went to show how people didn’t care about much outside of their own lives.
It hadn’t ended there, with a new form, name, and a second life. No, it hadn’t ended with becoming a new combatant in the war fought on the streets of Destiny City. He’d been brought to a Kingdom, or so he’d been told it was. It hadn’t resembled a kingdom in any traditional sense of the word. But he somehow understood it was headquarters, it was important. He hadn’t realized how important till the one who’d taken him there, and brought him into this war, had told him. He’d seen the rift, it was something out of a movie and not one he wanted to watch.
But as he’d been lead by the other he’d heard a story, one which seemed like it was from a bad movie or Grimm’s Fairytales. But no, he saw what the other spoke of, as he recited the history of this place. It wasn’t a story but the history or this war, of this place. It was why they fought, and what it was they were fighting.
It was still hard to believe, even as he’d been dropped off back at the park. He’d ask someone else, maybe glean more information. Not yet though, he had to digest this first.
The pain had become a dull ache by the time he’d gotten himself back to Lily’s, his painting dropped off at his home, before he’d gone back to his red headed friends home. Curling up in bed, still in his day clothing, and Alexandre had fallen right to sleep. He’d been in such need of sleep by that point.
He’d think tomorrow about how he was going to balance things, two separate lives which needed to be kept separate. He would think on this war tomorrow and what he was to do, what he’d learned. All of it would be thought about tomorrow. Right now he was sleeping; he’d be awake soon enough. The inability to sleep wouldn’t leave him, even when he needed sleep so desperately. It seemed this week was a mix of good and bad, and the in between. Hopefully things would soon get better, maybe with this new…side to himself things would get better. After all a whole new world was being opened up to him, he was seeing just what was going on in the world for what it was. Yes, things would get better from now on.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:06 pm
July 20, 2011 Alexandre didn’t get it, he’d been sure it was a prank keeping him from sleep. But even as he spent time at Lily’s he still was loosing sleep. He’d started pacing his friend’s room before skipping, not literally, out and into the hallways where he wandered. He hated this, hated being tired, hated hearing things, but he really hated feeling uncomfortable in his best friend’s house. It seemed the prank idea was all wrong, there was no way someone followed him across town, and that’s assuming whoever it was found out where he’d be. It simply wasn’t possible.
Rather than sound like a crazy he hadn’t said a word to Lily, though he was sure she’d noticed he still seemed tired if not more so. He just hoped he hadn’t been waking her up with his walking all around the house. If he had he didn’t know, he’d feel guilty if he found out he’d been waking her up, she hadn’t confronted him about it so he assumed he was safe.
It seemed he had his answer though, for why he was having such issues with sleep. As the fourth morning rose he felt distinctly sick. Alexandre had a familiar, foul. Taste in his mouth and found himself sore and unable to move. He’d heard about some flu going around, from the news, was it normal for the flu to go around in the summer? Did he have that also? He was thinking that was the case, But there was one other possibility…
Rolling over in bed, slowly, a moan passing dry lips. This wasn’t good, if it was indeed this flu going around. It would explain the sleep thing though, he was sure of that. He’d have to tell Lily, and have her find out from her brother, Xander. He also knew what the other option, for the cause of this, was but he wasn’t so sure of that. He’d felt sore and achy, yes, but not like this. This felt like a cold, a really nasty one, just starting.
Alexandre knew the moment Lily found out he was sick that she’d worry over him and likely fetch her brother before he could even mention it himself. He was hoping to avoid that, at least for a short while. He didn’t need the added headache all the fretting would cause him.
Rolling over, slow and carefully, the blond pressed his face into his pillow as if he could hide from the world till he was better. He didn’t like worrying people, or being coddled. He was independent, had been since he was a child. “She’s going to kill me if I try to hide it.”
There was just no way he could hide it and get away with it, he’d be busted in no time flat. He knew it. Lily would pick up on the change quickly, and zero in on it. He was doomed, and he knew it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 12:39 am
July 30, 2011 He felt like he’d just been kicked out of some fantasy land, where all he did was breeze through life without much of a care to what was shown on the news. It was something watched and scoffed at, the obvious CG work. Was it someone making fun of the terrorists by giving them little magical attacks? In some sick, and twisted, comparison to Harry Potter? He’d thought as much only weeks ago but he knew better now, he understood and knew it for what it was. It was magic, and it really could do a lot. Alexandre hadn’t thought as much as he should have when he’d taken the offer posed to him, to fight for his own freedom and that of those who could not fight. He had dove right in, like an idiot. He hadn’t asked questions he should have, he hadn’t gone beyond the surface; beyond what the other had offered. He saw that now, the fault within himself. It was now a fault he’d decided.
It was all well in good to ponder the mysteries of space, to speak in circular logic about the existence of God and what power he did or did not have. It was alright to talk about if the universe had an end, and if it did then obviously something before it had existed, the container. How would we know when we reached it, if such a container existed. Was it like at the end of Men in Black? Multiple universes’ each one separate and unaware of the others? Did each exist as nothing more than a marble and if so what contained them? All those things were alright to be left as mysteries to ponder over and come up with all manner of imaginative thoughts on. But diving into a war with only surface information, and basic surface knowledge at best, was immature on his part.
He hadn’t asked about this war further, about the Princess. Where was she, what had happened in the past to allow these senshi to be reborn, why here, and why was the war breaking out now? Why had the negaverse come back? Who had come back first? How long had it been between now and the last war? These were things he should have asked, but hadn’t. He should have thought and not been driven by the need to defend himself, his freedom, and other people who were unable for various reasons.
He had over recent times taken to asking these questions, and more. He’d asked about whatever he could, especially if it helped him to succeed in his new place in the world. The help, and answers, had started to change him. He’d realized that when dealing with that Eternal senshi and further realized the changes while chatting over drinks in a café.
He needed to know everything; he needed to understand it all properly and to organize his thoughts. He organized his room, his closet, and other things in his life. His thoughts normally were organized but now they were all out of place and with new information added into the mix he needed to clear his head and organize it all. He’d decided that earlier in the day as he’d tended his plants. He needed to go out for a late night walk and think, clear his head of the mess and organize things. He needed to gather his thoughts and order them, figure out where the gaps in his knowledge existed so he knew what he still needed to know.
Lying on a park bench, something he’d never normally do, an arm thrown across his face; blocking his vision. He let his mind wander. Mentally speaking to himself as he pictured moving thoughts around in his mind. He knew several members of the negaverse and he knew this was the continuation of an ancient war. These senshi were aliens, and yet they were born here. They were reborn. He knew that now, and that bit of information found its place in his mind. This was a complicated thing he’d gotten himself into. He knew this now but he also didn’t regret it, he just wondered how much in his life would be given up; in part, for this war. It was worth it, but he still wondered. “I feel distinctly old…” A sigh as he spoke to himself, in a near whisper.
“When we meet again..I will be sure of myself. I will have my answers…” The unknown wouldn’t do any more, not here. He would seek his answers, track them down, and as he did so he’d continue on the path he’d set for himself that fateful night. He’d fight for his freedom, believing it was the right choice, that it was just, until he knew for sure that it was. He didn’t even let it enter his mind that perhaps he was in the wrong, that his side was wrong. He put his faith in the tanzanite haired general and his words, the history he’d been told.
When he met that senshi again it would be on his terms, he’d seek her out, and he would be on top. Confident and sure of his place in this war and even more sure that it was the right side, and that she was in the wrong. He would listen to whatever answers she had gotten for herself, she seemed to need them as well despite the obvious fact she had more of a clue than he did. He wouldn’t allow himself to fumble for words he didn’t have like last time; he couldn’t allow such a thing to occur again. He sounded new, unsure, and like he could be swayed. He might have even been swayable had her words and knowledge been greater. He didn’t like that, the fact someone could sway him from something so easily.
“I’ll correct myself, strengthen myself.”
Rolling his arm back, higher onto his forehead, he peered up at the tree branches over head the dark night sky beyond that. His legs slid across the bench, coming closer to his body as his knees bent. His legs bent so his feet rested flat on the bench, he closed his eyes for a moment.
“I cannot fail.” He couldn’t fail in his missions now, he’d gotten lucky once. As much as he may push his luck it wouldn’t last. He knew this. The blond would have to seek training, but from whom and how to go about it? He needed to learn to survive in a war, nothing he’d ever thought he’d have to do. It seemed these past few weeks was a time for many changes. He just hoped soon he’d get some rest, time to let his guard down and reflect on the difference of the old him and this new him. He didn’t think he’d get a long break before more changes would surely befall him. It was just a feeling.
Alexandre would savor whatever break from the mental changes he was going through. He’d enjoy it and reflect and see the good in it, that he had matured. He knew when he was swept up in more changes his future would become what it was now, unstable and unknown, and knowing where he’d been and what he’d survived thus far would help him. Knowing his place in this group would help, having a defined place and purpose.
That was one thing he needed more defined for him, his place and purpose. Another gap that was found, and another set of questions he’d have to ask. He’d find someone, and ask them everything.
He wondered for a moment what his parents would think of the new person he’d become, would they be proud? What sort of person could - would - he become? Right now he didn’t know. He felt weak and vulnerable as well as clueless in many things. Soon though he wouldn’t be any of those things, if he had any say in it. He wouldn’t feel so adrift, he’d know his place and know what he was involved in. He’d grow in strength and confidence as he gained in knowledge. He just hoped his parents would find this new him, whoever he became, to be someone to be proud of and still call their son.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:33 am
August 08, 2011 Knowing something and really knowing something were two entirely different things, Alexandre had decided this. Since his encounter with that eternal senshi he’d been seeking out the information he wanted, even if he didn’t know what information it was at first. It wasn’t that he’d gone in without questions, he had his questions. But as he got them answered some new ones had come up. So there was information he didn’t know he needed till later on. He finally had made progress, a lot of progress, and he had Painite to thank for that. He could answer his own questions now, and hold his head high the next time he encountered that senshi. He could tell her, with an unwavering sureness, that he was on the right side of this war and she was the one in the wrong. Painite had told him the same as that tanzanite haired general who had brought him in to this war, though in fewer words. He’d asked her the questions he’d needed answering and whatever came to him.
Who’d have thought he’d find his answers all because he’d asked about a youma, which he hadn’t even known was called such. He had gone to Painite and questioned her, brought up the Page attacking the shadowy bug, and from a simple answer he’d gotten a condensed story about the past. He’d listened as she’d told him about the war, the past one, and what had happened. Everything she’d told him had matched with Zinkenite, though her story was far more condensed. He’d been able to sit and question her, properly, after the story. He’d had his confirmation of the story, information, and gained added information. It was all he could have hoped for.
Gently brushing his bed shirt up his side and finger tips brushing over newly done stitches, he’d earned them fighting a terrorist. He’d only just gotten them an hour or so ago, he really owed Painite for bringing him to the hospital. He hadn’t known who else to call, he knew Fluorite worked, and he didn’t have anyone else to call from where he’d been hidden. He wasn’t hiding from the senshi he’d been fighting, chances where that she was as injured as he was, no he was hiding from the cops who had arrived on the scene. He’d taken off, as fast as his body would allow, the moment he saw the flashing lights and heard the sirens drawing closer.
He couldn’t have a repeat of this night, he’d already lost some collected energy, and now this. He would not allow for a repeat of that night nor tonight. He’d wait till he was better, Painite wouldn’t help him in combat training till the stitches were out anyway, and then he’d ask her to train him. He’d admitted this need to train to himself for a while, but had as of yet acted on it. He just hoped that between now and when he got the stitches out he had no senshi run ins, he wasn’t about to stop his energy collecting just because of this. If he stopped his collecting of energy then the senshi won, in a backward sort of way. He would not be taking energy, which was what they all seemed to have issue with He saw it as borrowing. They, people, gained there energy back. He wouldn’t let the senshi win, not as long as he could get up and move about. Until there was a time when he couldn’t he would collect energy. He just…needed to learn to fight better, a lot better.
Seated on his bed he was arranging his pillows so he could sleep half sitting up, it wasn’t something he’d done since a cold he’d had as a child. But laying flat he’d turn and twist in his sleep not to mention laying stretched out along his bed would pull on the string stitched into his side. Finally feeling satisfied with his work he glanced over at his window, which was at the moment open. They had central air so maybe he should close the window. If he left it open, in order to allow a possible night time visitor to come in, he ran the risk of spiders and over heating. He would after all be letting the cold air, provided by the central air, out and having opted for a shirt and to use a sheet tonight, he could easily over heat. But Alexandre wasn’t about to risk his mother, or father, coming into his room and seeing his side due to a moved sheet. With a huff and a sigh he climbed off his bed gingerly.
Moving toward his window he pulled both sides of the bay window closed and turned back to his bed. Crawling across the navy blue bedding he settled in, against the mountain of pillows, and snuggled back into the pillows he pulled his sheet up and turned his head to the side to nuzzle a pillow as he settled in to sleep.
Tomorrow he’d go out to collect energy and talk to Painite about combat training as soon as the stitches were removed. He’d have to start training as soon as he could. He couldn’t risk this happening again, and wrestling around in alleyways also was no longer something he wished to participate in.
Yawning the blond closed his eyes slowly. Focusing on pushing his thoughts away, to the back of his mind, he shifted once under his sheet to get comfortable. With that he let himself drift.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 6:11 pm
September 03, 2011 School was not something Alexandre was looking forward to, aside from art classes of course. It wasn’t that he disliked his teachers, hell he didn’t even know the majority of his teachers for this year. No, it was the simple fact that it was more work to do and he had enough things to do as it was. He’d have to write out, in a planner, how best to divide and spend his time; he was an organized person thankfully.
First thing to do though was get school supplies, which was what he was about to do now. Parking his car, suv really, the blond cut the engine and slipped out of his seat. Sneakers hit the ground of the parking lot and with his wallet and cell phone in back pockets he made for the sliding glass doors of the office supply store. A list was in one hand, freshly printed from his home printer, of everything he needed and how many of each item.
A glance down to the list he opted for a shopping cart, which were to the right of the sliding glass doors, as opposed to a basket. The cart in his hands he headed into the store making a bee line right for notebooks, binders and folders. He needed two notebooks per class, Alexandre had a habit of taking down everything a teacher wrote down but also everything they said. The binder was to put the folders in, he didn’t like putting ring notebooks into a binder, it made it difficult at certain points to turn the pages of the notebook.
Deciding to go with simple purple and black notebooks he took eight purple and eight black. The binder he got next was also black. When it came to folders he picked out several, most of them with black and white optical designs on them. The folders went into the cart, next to the notebooks and on top of the binder. They were put to the front of the cart, he’d put heavier and larger items at the back of the cart.
Down the isle he went, turning the corner and turning on to the isle with pens and other writing implements. It was fine roller ball point pens which he picked up, in black and dark blue ink. He grabbed a box of each and only two red pens, so he could add in special notes if he needed to. Those grabbed he went to get some highlighters, in the typical yellow, pink, blue, green, orange and purple. They were liquid ones with a clear tub where the liquid was, so he would know when they were running low on ink. Next was a liquid white out pen and then a box of automatic pencils, he didn’t use pencils often.
With those basic items grabbed he went to get a pencil case, he’d keep the boxes in his locker and what he needed in the case to take around in his school bag. Speaking of school bags he needed a new one. It wasn’t on his list though, it was something he was waiting for to arrive in the mail. His school bag, a messenger style, was due to arrive any day now.
Down the isles he went, picking up more printer paper and new ink cartridges, he grabbed a flash drive as he passed them by. The flash drive would be dedicated to school work, weather it was something he saved from home or from school, he’d have everything for class on it which was done on a computer. This year he’d decided to get his own hole punch and a battery operated pencil sharpener. Those items went to the back of the cart as he headed for the front of the store and the check out counter.
Items were placed onto the counter top and rung up and bagged, and set back into his cart. Everything was soon enough rung up and he was handing over a debit card and signing a slip of paper. Bags in the cart he headed out to his car where everything was loaded up into the back seat. That done he returned the cart to where it belonged and soon enough was heading back home, where unknowingly his school bag awaited him.
When he did get home and find his school bag, his father had signed for it and unwrapped it, the tags had even been removed; he poked his head into his fathers work room to thank him before heading up to his room with the bag and his shopping bags. Once inside his room notebooks were written on in silver ink across the cover, so each proclaimed what subject they were meant for. Notebooks found themselves snapped into his binder, and slipped into the messenger bag. Eight notebooks and highlighters found there way into his bag next. After some debate, did he want to take both or only one red pen, the two red pens went into his bag followed by the box of black and box of blue pens. He’d bring the sharpener and hole punch into school the next day so his bag wasn’t too stretched out.
“I’m really not looking forward to this….” Already he had, resting against his wall by his bedroom door, his art portfolio. It was a heavy duty black bag which zipped open and closed, currently it was closed. It was just waiting to get left in the art classroom till it was filled with something he needed to bring home to work on. He’d be taking that to school with him the first day also. His name was stitched, in silver, in the top left corner of the canvas bag.
Getting up off his bed, messenger bag slapping his leg as he came with him, he set it on the floor next to his empty portfolio. They’d both stay there, waiting till he left for school on that first morning.
The other supplies, what he wasn’t taking with him, went into draws on the desk in his room, where his laptop currently sat with the screen saver occupying the screen.
Well, he was ready for whatever came. Or so he thought.
After all a lot had changed, he had changed. What could be thrown at him, at school, that he wasn’t ready for now? He couldn’t think of a single thing he couldn’t handle, he was fighting a war and was handling that fairly well. School was nothing when compared to that.
Thinking back on the past month and a half, while laying down on his comforter, he found his eyes drifting shut as he recalled the latest things. There was the eternal senshi he’d spoken to, both of them, then there was that senshi he’d met who had seduced him out of his first kiss. Those three senshi, and that senshi of beads and the knight, they weren’t like the other senshi he’d met. He was beginning to see things in shades of gray and he didn’t care for it much, but he realized it was a good thing. He was learning and maturing as a person. He still wondered if he could seduce that senshi into joining his side, though he didn’t think it possible. He would continue to try, maybe bring someone in to help him? He wouldn’t mind bringing him over to the Negaverse’s side. It would be helpful to his side, and with Tanzanite’s words still reverberating through his conscious he thought it would be a good thing for them to gain another among their ranks, especially a senshi who had magic. It would take away and enemy and at the same time aid his side. Yes, it was something to work on even if it took time. Feeling his cheeks warm he wondered when he’d see the senshi again and be able to try and put this idea to work. Plant some seeds, sort to speak.
Actually the news on the war, and where they stood, was one of the biggest things in his mind, right along with that senshi and his first kiss. He needed to help the Negaverse, help and aid them toward tilting the odds in their favor. At the same time though he needed to see that senshi, it was something –someone- he couldn’t get out of his mind. Like some love sick girl, a thought which disgusted him. He’d work on bringing the senshi to the Negaverse’s side, he had to and for more than one reason.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:40 pm
September 03, 2011 It was that time, the time when he normally picked up the news online and watched what had been on the tv earlier in the evening. With a single jar candle out and lit at the side of his computer, just in front of his speakers, Alexandre clicked onto the channel 6 news site. Ever since finding out who Tag Swagger really was, or should that be the opposite way around? He’d been watching it every night without fail, unlike how in the past he would miss nights and not give it a thought.
Tonight he was clicking on expecting to have to go to the video link in order to pull up what had been on earlier. Instead he ran into a rather surprising thing on the homepage. It seemed something special was coming on right now. Without giving it a second thought the cursor of his mouse moved to the live stream and clicked.
Moments later the video was playing and he was watching and listening to Tag Swagger talk about dozens of people in Destiny City missing. Listening, and not quite believing it, he sat in a state of shock as he heard the number rise from 48 to 51, not that it was a huge jump by any means, but the fact that so many people were missing was a surprise. Somehow he thought the same as the older agent. Senshi. He was sure of it somehow; he didn’t know how bt he was sure of their involvement. What else could it be? Something like that didn’t just happen, unless you actually believed in aliens and thought they’d been beamed up. In which case, perhaps he should really get to making tin foil hats to sell.
Shaking his head clear of that thought, it was really ridiculous; he finished watching the news announcement and stood from his computer desk slowly. So many people missing, the report didn’t give ages or names but that hardly seemed to matter. The fact remained that 51 people were missing, that was no smaller number. How many might be classmates of his? Again an inconsequential thing but still something which passed through his mind none the less.
Bending, a hand curling around the back of the jar candles rim, he blew gently. Putting out the flame he closed the news site, he didn’t want his parents coming into his room and seeing what he did on his laptop. It wasn’t like they’d be upset, or hadn’t seen the report themselves, but he didn’t like the idea of them seeing anything other than his wallpaper or his screen saver. It was just a matter of keeping certain things to himself.
The task done he made his way downstairs. Poking into his mothers office, where she was scribbling away at something. “I’m going out mom. I’ll be back later, I got a call from a friend.” He didn’t need to tell her he wasn’t taking his car, she’d notice and not think anything too off about it. He’d taken up walking around the area recently, to cover up for when he did these sorts of things. So she’d just figure he’d walked to a friends, weather they lived near or not she wouldn’t worry over.
He wasn’t going to a friends though, or anywhere in particular. Rather he waited till he was far enough from his house, and well hidden, before he changed. He wanted to see if he could find anyone out tonight, anyone who might know just what was going on. Maybe he could meet up with Tag, he didn’t know about the man’s son or that he’d had plans, if he did he wouldn’t even think of meeting up with the older agent tonight.
“I hope someone has a clue as to what’s going on…”
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 11:34 pm
September 03, 2011 Finally, everything was done! He was packed and ready for school and dinner had been had. His plants tended to for the evening. Now he really had nothing else to do but finally get to sorting out his own thoughts and give himself some mental peace. Deities, if there were such things, knew he needed the peace of mind. He knew, when accepting this position in the Negaverse, that he’d have some mental adjusting to do. He didn’t see it so far reaching that it would reach the area of his morals that directed anything dealing with romance. It seemed he should have foreseen that, it seemed there was a lot he should have foreseen and yet hadn’t. He’d been short sighted up until now.
Making his way downstairs, after changing into some clothing to keep warm in, Alexandre poked into his mother’s office to let her know he was going out. His hands were in the side pockets of the zip up hoodie he wore. Stepping further into his mother’s office, at her behest, he smiled as she stood to give him a hug. Her long, slender, fingers combing through his hair working the hair tie out of his hair. Ash blond locks were sent loose about his face. Framing rather boyish features, making him look younger, he looked a bit more feminine; or a lot really. “Mom!” Something of a whine, and yet also a light scolding. He really didn’t like his hair loose, it got in the way, and yet he loved his hair long.
Leaning into his mothers embrace, returning it as well, he smiled against her bare shoulder. Assuring her, in muffled words, that he would be safe. He was just going out for a long walk. He needed to clear his head before school started in a few days and he got lost in the grind of school once again. She was glad he was getting out more, taking walks, it was good for him. Not that he didn’t walk previously, but that was while shopping and thus wasn’t a whole lot of walking. His walks as of late seemed much longer. Hearing her speak he smiled even more and laughed even. “I’m glad to hear that, though I’m still getting eaten alive by those blood suckers. I really wonder if there is a purpose to mosquitoes aside from sucking blood from unsuspecting people.” He was sure there was no purpose behind the bugs’ existence aside from drinking blood and reproducing. If there was a purpose he was unaware, and would love it if someone could tell him just what the flying bitters purpose was.
Finally the two let go and with a kiss to his mothers cheeks, left than right, Alexandre headed toward the living room to let his father know of his intentions to go out for the evening. It took less time with his father, a simple sentence spoken in passing, and the blond was out the door. His keys in the hoodie’s right side pocket, cell phone in the back right pant pocket and in the left back pocket his wallet.
It wasn’t until he was several blocks from home that he wished he’d taken his iPod with him, but then again it would likely defeat the purpose of time to think and sort himself out mentally. He’d wind up somewhere playing his music instead of focusing on the purpose for the evening out. Thus he’d remain in the same boat as he was currently in and the problems wouldn’t be solved for how much longer?
Already he could predict the needs for headache pills when he got home, he was sure to need them. He had to work through his own feelings and sort out of his own beliefs and alter them to fit the changes and suit his comfort level. This was not going to be a night he’d enjoy and he knew it, but it needed to be. That thought firmly in his mind he continued on, rather than go back for the music device. There was a small neighborhood park he could go to. It was less likely a place to be grabbed by a fellow Negaverse agent, who would be in for quite the surprise when he changed in their hold. Or he could go into the city, walking much further, and head for the larger park. But that would inevitably delay him from the self assigned task this evening, and it would take time away from it. So no, the city park was out.
Course changed it didn’t take long to reach the small local little park. It wasn’t’ hard to find a vacant bench to lay himself across. Like weeks previous to this night he draped an arm across his eyes, obscuring his vision so there were no distractions to be seen or glimpsed if only just barely.
“I really have dug myself a hole. Everything I did previous to that meeting…it was all well and good, until then. This new course, and the old path and morals, they’ve put me into a hole.” Whispering aloud to himself, whilst calling himself stupid internally. He had brought this mess upon himself, unknowingly setting this downfall up a long time ago.
He knew snogging that senshi was wrong, in more ways than one. But that senshi wasn’t the typical senshi either, though really did it matter? It did matter, they weren’t the same. They were…neutral. Though the past atrocities from the past life, and continued killings of youma, should decide that this senshi was an enemy, no matter how nice they were to speak with. But the sins of the past, of another life, or another time, shouldn’t necessarily dictate the present and the assessment of them now. That left the youma killing though, that he didn’t agree with and the senshi knew why. So then did that make the senshi completely bad? No, he had mentioned them coming to the Negaverse and they hadn’t shunned the idea completely or been horrified by it. That was a good sign, they could be brought over and help the cause…repent for the youma they’d killed. But they admittedly liked killing youma, and that would make them changing sides less likely to occur. None the less it was an avenue worth trying to travel. Another senshi on their side and them no longer killing youma.
That aside though he had the issue of his own morals. He’d told others, and himself, that he wasn’t the sort to just go about snogging people, it simply wasn’t who he was. Not to mention the senshi was other wise taken, even if as a civilian. That hardly made a difference to him. They may be two separate lives but in some ways they collided, and dating and romance was one of them. There was no way around it, not in his mind at any rate. If you dated someone as an agent you had damn well better know them as a civilian first, before dating them as an agent, make sure you got along with them as a civilian. It was his opinion, which he was reaffirming and bolstering up, that you should know whoever you dated in both lives you lead and see to it that they were on your side. It wouldn’t do for them to be just a civilian, they could be used against you and be unable to defend themselves. After the words from Tanzanite during that meeting he was even more sure that dating a simple civilian was out of the question, not to say it had ever really been in the question. But to date a senshi was wrong, even if they claimed to be on neither side, it would land him in more trouble than he wished to find himself in. He had only one thing he could use as an excuse and even than it would likely be seen through, he was not accustomed to lying to people like his fellow agents. They would surely see right through the lie as it passed his lips and he’d be in even deeper trouble.
So the senshi thing was a problem, more than he’d told the senshi it was. But he hadn’t properly thought about things till now. But still there was the moral issue, with his own morals not the ones pertaining to the Negaverse.
He had snogged someone who was in a relationship with someone else, they had snogged him, that wasn’t right nor was it right to let someone, who was other wise taken, frequent his thoughts like this senshi had. They were someone he didn’t know as a civilian. For all he knew it could be a classmate of his whom he detested, or who loathed him. Either way he didn’t like that, not in the least bit. And it didn’t sit well with him the more thought he put onto that point. Shifting gears, ever so slightly, his attention focused on the idea that there was no relationship between he and the senshi, no nothing which he’d always wanted and secretly been jealous of other people for having. Did he still feel that way? Was there something so…special about kissing a person that it required a relationship to take place? Thinking on it, on that night in the backroom he found his answer. It wasn’t that special, it was nice but it didn’t earn some special prerequisite in order to occur. No, he didn’t need to be in a relationship to snog someone whom he found attractive, and who found him attractive. The only thing needed was that they weren’t a senshi, a knight, and he’d like to say not a civilian despite how limiting that was. No, a civilian was out, too dangerous. He didn’t trust that they couldn’t be grabbed up and taken hostage by some gang of senshi, should said gang of senshi somehow find out who he was as a civilian and follow his day to day.
So no, he was limited…severely so. But he was letting loose on the self imposed leash. It felt better knowing he was relaxing the strangle hold he had on himself.
Taking a deep breath he decided to talk aloud to himself, to assure things were in order and made proper sense. It helped hearing things aloud, or so he found it to. “So snogging it ok, just nothing else unless I know where I stand with the person…and it’s a closed relationship. Snogging shouldn’t be dictated by a relationship or not, it’s nothing so..special and life altering And none of them…or other people.” Them being senshi and other people civilians. “I just…I can’t, the trouble and the risk to them.” The first applying to senshi and the second to civilians. Alexandre was being careful with what he said, in case anyone was here and over heard. He was unable, as a civilian, to sense anyone who may or may not be around.
“Friends…that’s the best I can permit in good conscious. And I really need to do what I’ve been told twice now.” He spoke aloud, thinking of a certain blond and a certain redhead. “I need to take advantage of the trust I’ve earned from my parents. I’ve been taking advantage of it for duties but never for my own pleasure and enjoyment. Though what would I do…get a fake I.D?” Questioning himself a loud while he lifted his hips he moved his lower half up further to get comfortable. “Even if I did, where would I go? I don’t dance or club, the noise would surely give me a headache. And the smell of any alcohol I’ve been near is unappealing. Though there are plenty of other things to drink.” Having only been around wine, champagne, and scotch.
“I can get an I.D, go out with him.” Him being a certain blond agent, who was quite the cocky person, yet had his respect. “At least I know if I get in too deep he’ll bail me out.” Not that he didn’t trust Caleb, he just felt safer with Tag. Maybe it was the age thing, likely it was.
Biting his lip as he continued on talking aloud, no longer even bothering to work things out in just a mental way, his voice low and subdue. “So I’ll do that. I’ll get an I.D and see if he’ll come out with me, just in case. And I’ll try and find some life…I just don’t know when I’ll fit it in, aside from Saturday and possibly Friday nights. I’m adding to my work load. I really am going to collapse under it, it’ll be a simple matter of time.” If he didn’t get a proper amount of sleep and didn’t keep himself organized he’d fall apart, sooner rather than later. It wouldn’t be pretty when he fell apart either, Alexandre was putting himself under a lot of stress. It was like holding down a full time job, which could call you up at any time, full time schooling and that it included, and a life and the hobbies and such which came with having a life.
“I just hope I can schedule everything and keep it all organized.” Breathing out slowly, feeling nervous and honestly…scared. He knew he could fail, not manage everything. All he needed was something to throw him off and break his focus.
“I don’t need the senshi’s help, or his ear. I’ll reach the end of this path on my own.” And if he should find romance along the way he’d gladly take it and hold it close to himself. But he would not seek it actively, he would settle for snogging people in private areas. A small pleasure in a sea of stresses, something to enjoy for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. He wouldn’t allow himself to go further, he still had some morals despite the slight alterations and allowances he was giving himself.
This was no quick work out or process, however fast it seemed to be. He’d known what time it was when he’d left the house, and he knew how long it took to walk to the park. When he got home, feeling rather calm and good about things though still worried over his schedule and balancing it, he noted that he had to have spent three hours at the park with himself and his thoughts and voice. Well, it wasn’t a wasted three hours at least. That thought filled him as he drifted upstairs intent upon a cool to warm shower followed by bed. He really didn’t like the idea of missing Tag’s news cast, he hadn’t missed once since finding out about the reporters identity, but he was tired and needed sleep. He’d catch the news in the morning, and maybe ask Tag, when he next saw him, if he knew anything about the missing 51. He didn’t have the same connections he was sure Tag had.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:32 pm
October 10, 2011 A ritual was an established procedure and hat’s what this weekend was all about. For years now, since he was a young child, his mother and he would go out the second Saturday and Sunday of October. The reason for this two day adventure was perhaps dull to some but for them it meant everything, even more so as he became older and more independent. The two days were spent together traveling from one pumpkin farm to another and from one flower nursery to another. All this done in the pursuit of pumpkins, mum’s, stalks of corn and bails of hay for decorating the front lawn of the house. It wasn’t something his father was interested in; his father’s part of this standing mother son tradition was simple. His father would get a phone call, from wife or son, telling him they were around the corner. He’d go down and meet them at the front door and assist in bringing things out of the car and placement, commenting on the size of the pumpkins and which ones would be good to carve up. It was simple and that was what made it enjoyable, it was mundane and didn’t make you think too much. It was, simply put, whimsical.
This ritual also served as a way to keep the family together, even though his father didn’t partake in the bigger aspects of this tradition. All appointments and plans were set for any days but these two, time was made and assured, so the days could be properly enjoyed with no intruders to be seen nor heard. It was a way to keep them close and spending time together.
This time was no different from any other year, something he was glad for. He’d thought with all the chaos going on with people missing and finding parts of a youma that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy this weekend. It was the first time in weeks he could think and he decided not to, when really he should be thinking about the past weeks since that group meeting called by Tanzanite. He should think of the people he’d…no, no he couldn’t think of that not today. He wanted to enjoy this and be happy.
Peering out the window of the car, he’d decided he’d do the driving today, he found his eyes straying to his mother and a smile found its way across his features. As he turned back to the road he reached out with one hand to take his mothers and give it a squeeze. He was glad for this, for this break from everything. He knew this would all end too soon and he’d be back into the grind of two lives being lead. But for now he’d bask in the golden autumn warmth of this weekend.
Coming to a slow stop, behind some white Honda, he turned his attention to his mother while keeping a corner view of the currently red light. “I’m glad we still can do this.” His mother knew what he didn’t say, they were still able to do this when there were fights breaking out all around the city. But also he meant it because how many teenagers, much less male teenagers, did this with their mothers?
Would he and his mother still be this close when this war was done with and a victor had? Would he be alive then? These words ghosted across his mind, whispering their depressing and poisonous queries to him. A squeeze to his mother’s longer, slender, hand. Something she could mistake for having to do with the words he’d spoken, rather than the thoughts drifting about his conscious mind.
Slowly he managed to turn his attention back on the day to be had. The closer he got to the first pumpkin farm he found himself focusing more and more on the day – the weekend to be had. He would enjoy himself, he wouldn’t let himself not.
Turning the last corner he soon pulled into the dirt parking lot. Adults and children milled about laughing and smiling. Children with candy apples and begging for the hay ride while parents tried to point out the need to see the pumpkins in the large field beyond. The hay ride could wait till pumpkins were found, purchased, and put into whatever vehicle they had come in. Corn stalks were leaning against the left side of the cashiers booth where a couple, two adults and two children, stood with a large wagon at there side loaded up with pumpkins and gourds.
“Looks like we’d better get going, before everything is taken.” Smiling as he hoped the next stop had the hay corn field maze again, as they had the previous year. His mother and himself had round up having a hay fight, the ground had been covered in hay. It had been a fun experience, something light hearted; it was something he could do with right now in his life.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 10:48 pm
October 13, 2011 He knew it was cutting it a bit, or a lot, close but he’d finally managed enough time to put some serious thought into Halloween and more importantly what he was going to dress as. It was childish perhaps but it was still a holiday and while he didn’t go out trick or treating, that was passé, he did plan on going out and perhaps dragging Lily out with him. He didn’t have any plans set in stone, who knows what would happen especially with everything still going on in space and down here on Earth.
The point was however that he had a costume idea in mind, finally, and had gone off with the intentions of buying what he’d need for the costume. He wasn’t going to be hitting up the local Party City, they didn’t have the quality he was looking for. How many times did he see someone in a costume from there with the hem and stitching falling apart or something else all wrong and clearly showing the poor craftsman ship? All too often, that was the answer.
A trip to several stores, including that odd store Spencer’s in the mall, had yielded all the items he wanted and it was with a pleased smile adorning his youthful face that he drove home with music playing over the radio. He hadn’t yet told his parents what his costume idea was though he had told them what he was going out for, they had asked but he’d just smiled and headed out telling them they’d find out soon enough. The door had shut and locked right after he’d said that. Now he was wondering, as he headed home several hours after leaving, what they’d think of his costume idea. It certainly wasn’t normal but it was better than the Edward Cullen which had turned up at their door last year, armed with a very good impersonation of Bella. She had looked just as pale, dull, and seemingly lifeless while at the same time appearing to somehow have enough life in her to cling the Edward’s arm like the limpet he was sure she really was. It had taken every ounce of inner strength he’d had not to slam the door on them but he had stepped away from the door while going to get his mother and telling her, all too calmly, to make the fanged glitter freaks leave.
It wasn’t that he’d read the books, he wasn’t about to subject himself to the horrors he’d heard made up the books, it was just that he had heard the books were an atrocious nightmare where page after page went on about a self absorbed twit who was so codependent that once removed she became an idiot with a death wish or something similar. Not to mention the abusive relationship he’d heard all about, he’d heard some feminist in a book store yapping about that while he’d been shopping for any books he could use. She’d been pointing to the bookstores display and ranting to her male friend. So given what he’d heard he had a pretty good idea, at least he liked to think so, about the sort of books they were and had acted accordingly upon seeing the dressed up duo on his doorstep.
This year he would be going out with fangs in but he would not be glittering when he did so. “I wonder what Lily will think…” The sudden thought of her reaction came to mind; oh it would be a lovely surprise for her! Nothing had better ruin this Halloween, he wanted to enjoy it. Once the holiday was over he’d finally set to replaying the events of the past few weeks in his head and deal with the consequences of his actions.
The red light he stopped at afforded him the time to glance back to the bags in the back seat of the suv. Smiling as he thought of what lay inside the bags. He really hoped his parents liked it and even more so he hoped Lily liked it and found amusement in the choice of costume he had. Now if he was lucky the social butterfly that Lily was would know of some party, and he could sort of get her to ask without seeming eager or wanting to go. He might as well be social before he delved into less than pleasing memories. Maybe he would just outright ask her if she knew of any parties. Turning back around, just in time to see the red light turning green he took off headed home. Maybe he’d even text her once he got home and ask, and invite her out to lunch. It had been too long and they needed to reconnect and spend some time together enjoying each others company. Yes, he would text her. He could use the company and slice of normalcy right now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:18 pm
October 17, 2011 Monday morning rose and a head of mused ash colored hair peeked out from under the pile of sheet and comforter that Alexandre had buried himself under the previous night, intent upon sleeping and never waking up. His alarm clock, damned thing that it was, had decided he needed to get up. Hitting the button to turn it off he ducked back under his pile up, his nose close to the opening so he could breath. It had been like that all night, he knew that because he hadn’t slept all night. Sleep had evaded him, completely and utterly, his mind plagued with its own conjured up images of unseeing eyes staring up, toward the heavens. He hadn’t been able to avoid his minds self imposed guilt trip and his eyes were puffy; they arched, from the tears spilled and the lack of sleep he’d gained due to this. But he deserved it; he had reminded himself of that more times than he could count -104 times. Ok so he had counted, he had nothing else to do though! Aside from think of the self abusive thoughts and that he deserved it. So he’d taken to counting the times he had to remind himself of the fact he deserved this, all of it.
Groaning he turned and rolled so he could lay on his stomach. One hand came up to move the bedding a bit so he had a new vent from which to breath, it wouldn’t do to suffocate or something equally as pathetic.
When his mother came in he groaned and pressed his face into his pillow before responding to her verbal prodding to get up, he had school.
“I know mother, but I’m too tired. I didn’t sleep all that well at while I was away.” He spoke, it was true. He hadn’t slept well, hurt, sore, aching, and on a battle field where the barrier could have come down at any given moment and he be attacked whilst asleep. That would have been a hell of a way to be killed, killed in your sleep because you couldn’t keep awake and alert. Thankfully that hadn’t happened, obviously.
“I’ll turn in tomorrow for school.” Listening to his mother agree and make him promise he would attend tomorrow he hoped he could drag himself from bed tomorrow in order to go, his parents would start questioning him further if he didn’t go. They’d know something was wrong, and he couldn’t have that.
When he did remove himself from his bed and shower he was no more energetic than he had been when he’d returned home last evening, which he should have been considering the amount of sleep he’d had and the story he’d told his parents. He just wasn’t able to summon the energy to act and create and wear some mask for their comfort. So for the whole of the day he moved around the house eating, forcing himself to eat, and took care of his plants before relocating to his room, only to come down for dinner and then returned to his room again. A shower at the end of the night and with a fresh pair of bed cloths he was back in bed and hidden away from the world where he could cry over lost innocence, over the taking of lives, over the death of allies and the Great Youma’s death. He cried for it all till he fell in to a restless sleep which left him looking even worse the following morning, his mother being the one to decide he wasn’t going to be attending school that day.
Sitting in his room late Tuesday evening he had an open jar in his lap, a closed one off to his side, the bruise salve was being applied to his midsection by his left hand. The back of his right hand already was coated in the substance. Next was his forehead which he was gentle about dabbing the salve to, he didn’t want to smear it and have his bangs get coated in the stuff.
Shifting he had to work the slave into his left shoulder and upper shoulder blade next, he’d caught some thrown rubble in the area and it had hit good and hard. He had a bruise there as well. “At least I’m not a walking purple and blue blotch.” Something to be glad for…one thing in a sea of many things he regretted or was upset with right now. “I should go out tonight…I need to.” He had stayed at home for two days and a single evening already. He doubted he could get away with more time spent hiding in his home with his parents. He’d return to school tomorrow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:55 pm
November 05, 2011 Watching the rain fall from outside, from where he sat on his bed, Alexandre let a long sigh pass his lips. How had things gotten so bad, bad enough to worry his mother and for his best friend to kidnap him and move him in with her? He knew how, it was a one word answer: duty. Duty had led him to ruin, in a manner of speaking. He wasn’t sleeping due to nightmares and when he did sleep it was poor at best, he had so many things going on in his life and no time in order to work out a schedule for all these things. It was all rather daunting and insane really. For someone like him, who needed organization, this was all stressing.
Fingers, long and slender, curled into the comforter at his sides tightly. At least he could take the necessary time to sort out what he had going on in his life, he’d explained to Lily that he’d had a boy issue and he had a lot on his plate with school and outside activities and simply hadn’t been able to organize his time properly, he just kept adding new things on to his list of things to do. He was adding things on without thinking or taking the time to consider how booked up he already was, it was all quite stupid on his part really. But Lily had him taking a week off school in order to work things out and get some much needed sleep. He couldn’t take that week off yet, he’d explained to Lily about the school project he had to work on and present, he wasn’t about to leave his partners to handle everything all on their own. It simply wasn’t proper to do so.
Today, earlier in the day, Xander had helped Lily and himself with moving his things from his parents house to the townhouse Lily owned. It was nice, especially when work on the green house had started in the afternoon, he wasn’t surprised Lily’s father had gone right to hiring people after their discussion the evening before. The man worked fast and got things done, that was for sure. For now though his collection of plants were filling his room, turning it into a jungle of sorts, each plant resting on paper towels to keep dirt from getting onto the carpet. A multitude of green shades and brightly colored flowers filled his room which at present smells like some exotic wonderland. A long sigh was let past his lips as his gaze traveled over the flowers, deep purple African violets and white, pink, and blue orchids filled his room along with thorn laden roses. Right on the bedside table was a mini orchid, purple with white spots covering the soft flower petals. Next to it, standing tall and proud was a white trumpet laden plant. “I wonder if Lily will help me move them all once the green house is done.” He hoped she would, it would take a lot of time to move them all and make sure no flowers were lost. He’d have to be careful on the way downstairs and out the back stairs as well, it would be hard to see around most of the plants due to all the leaves. If all went well it would be nice though, a larger green house with more room, he could buy more plants when spring came.
“I really am happy for this…I need this.” This save from Lily. He didn’t know what he’d do without his nearest and dearest friend, she was the one to help him from things and give him advice. She knew him better than anyone, aside from his own parents. Maybe he should finally come out to her parents, like he’d done with his own, since her parents were just as close to him as his own were. Then maybe they wouldn’t worry when he crawled in to their daughter’s bed like they always did now a days. He could of course understand their feelings on the matter, they were just missing one crucial bit of information. He’d ask Lily in the morning, she’d know if he should or should not.
That in mind he finally laid down and as he did so he pulled the sheet and comforter up and over his weary form. His gaze not once leaving the window and the rain pouring down outside. The pitter patter of the rain a soft lullaby for him to drift off to, one arm slowly sliding it’s way up and under his pillow as he drifted and soon was asleep.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:12 pm
November 7, 2011 As his first Saturday at his new home arrived the blond dragged himself from his bed and made his way to the bathroom to shower. Hot water cleaned him of the fine amount of sweat ones body gained over the course of a night spent sleeping. The body wash used held the slightest of scents and his hair was washed with a similar scent to the body wash. When he got out of the shower a towel was wrapped about his waist and his way to his room.
One his dresser a hair brush waited to be pulled through his hair, with a hair holder resting next to it. While he drip dried he worked on his hair and tied it back. His door mostly closed he worked on picking out clothing for the day while he continued drying. Once dry his towel was tossed aside, he’d drop it off in the wash room once he was dressed.
Grabbing a pair of jeans he tossed them to his bed, behind him, and then a nice black wool pea coat. The last part to follow was the light blue-gray turtle neck he’d taken off its hanger. The shirt was walked toward his bed as he stopped at his dresser to grab other little needed parts of a wardrobe.
Dressed not long after, and the towel in the wash room, and Alexandre was out the door to do some grocery shopping for himself. The past few days he’d lived here he’d been consuming what Lily already had here, he’d been busy with duty, training, school, and that school project and thus hadn’t’ had the time to get food and drinks which he liked. Today was the time to do that. He knew once he finished and presented that school project he would be taking a week off but he couldn’t wait that long, his personal taste ran different from Lily’s.
It was one of those large, fancy, grocery stores which the blond parked in the lot for. The place had organic foods, an olive bar (not that he liked olives) and other such things. It had any ingredient one would see on the Food network, including those odd and obscure food items.
Grabbing a cart he started on his shopping. Veggies and fruits were first on the list, and yes he did have a list. He’d written a list out the evening before, right before turning in for the evening. He’d spent nearly an hour thinking of everything he needed and wanted plus whatever they could use in the house, including everything he’d consumed since arriving as he had some need to replace it all. Going through the veggies first he worked his way back to the fruits. The cart filled with dark leafy greens, mushrooms, melons, grapes, pomegranate, kiwi and other such produce the teen moved the cart off toward the drinks isle. He needed to stock up on flavored waters. A pen struck off the varies veggies and fruits as he maneuvered the cart toward the drinks isle, skirting around some mother with what seemed to be a bratty over active child who seemed to think diving out in front of his cart was a lovely idea.
Gritting his teeth, he could not curse at the child, he finally got to his destination and cherry, grape, and even a bottle of peace flavored water found its water into his cart, as he made room for the bottles so they didn’t crush the produce.
Meats were next on the list and that was just where he headed, checking off the waters on the way. He knew what was in the house and he knew what they should add- what he liked. Moving down the meat section he skipped all the pre-wrapped stuff and went right for the butchers counter where behind the glass where various cuts each with a label and price per pound. Price not being an issue he started pointing things out as the butcher asked what he wanted. From veal to pork and then to beef he also went for chicken breath and asked for the bones to be removed but wrapped up. He wasn’t about to go removing the bones himself.
Moving through the super market he finished with his spree about the store a little over an hour later, he’d spent some time debating different things internally. Waiting at the end of the register as things were rung up, watching as bottles of flavored water went across the scanner. The worker bagged things as he scanned them, doing his job.
Tilting his head to the glass windows, nearly floor to ceiling in height, he was shocked that when he stared too long he didn’t see the parking lot so clearly anymore. What he saw was himself, his other self, a cruel smirk twisting pale pink lips and a starseed in his other self’s hand. He was seeing his other self but the malicious glee and the darkness he saw was enough to snap him out of this sight with a chocked on scream. It was a good thing he choked on that, even if he did double over coughing before he managed to clear his throat of and right himself. All his purchases had been bagged…how long had he been staring? Biting his lip, his cheeks flushing, when he was asked if he was alright by the cashier Alexandre nodded his head quickly, not daring to answer verbally. Handing over his debit card he looked at the loaded up cart. Apparently he’d been standing there, staring, for far too long.
Grabbing the cart, his debit card, and signing the slip of paper he hurried out of the store as soon as he could. One hand come up to his face and covered his mouth, and part of his nose, seeking to hide the expression on his face as best as possible. “Please...don’t let me become that…” Whispering brokenly, lost, into his hand as he shook his head slowly while he made his way through the parking lot to his car where he unlocked it and started to load the grocery bags into it.
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