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 Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 1:02 am
Solo: That One (Journal Entry)
So.. It's been a bit of a while since I arrived in Destiny City. For a small place like this, it's wonderfully active. There's so many places to fish. Yeah, of course that's my priority, fishing. It's like a sort of therapy for me, for my own personal time, you know? I haven't yet started school, but that is slightly irrelevant, since there is no school in session since it's summer. Really, I don't know what my family was thinking when they decided to move at the very END of the year.
I've met some people, yes, and those people all seem.. Rather peculiar. They all seem to be hiding something, but what it is, even I am not too sure of. I myself, have learned of some strange things that have been going on in this bizarre town. I spent more than enough time going around, exploring what this place had in store, but each character that I came across, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Did I really belong here? Of course I did! I have just as much right to be here than anyone else! I have no attachment to any of the new people I've met, not just yet. But there was one person, just one that I cannot forget.
I don't know why he's on my mind.. I only met him once, but he's stuck in my head. I don't like him, no, I don't have that kinda feelings about him, there's no reason to. He wasn't overly nice, though at the time when I met him, I wanted nothing more than to just talk to him more and more. He was rather rude, If you ask me, but he was just.. I dunno, it was bizarre.
He took my glasses, something so cruel I would just be completely appalled by. Stealing my glasses is like.. Stealing my freedom. I can't move, I can't see, I'm completely incapacitated and left with nothing but my ears to guide me. Such a situation feels so terrible, like being buried in sand up to your neck right before the tide rises. Though I never seem like it on the outside, normally I would be fuming. I would want to curse him, to take everything he had away from him, to destroy and sense of security, as he had done to me. No one could steal my glasses, the window to my soul, and then get away with it unscathed. I may not be able to fight, but I can do so many other things to get to a person, to break them down until nothing but a living corpse remained.
Yet with this boy, I just smiled. I just let him take them and adventure through the world, seeing how it was through my eyes until he bumped into his own shelf of books, toppling things over. Why wasn't I vengeful? Perhaps it was a naivety that we could be friends at some point. He was like that cool upper class men who everyone wanted to impress. That was exactly how I felt when I saw him. I wanted to get on his good side, I wanted to see if he would smile for only me. I wanted him to pat my head, tell me good job, and tell me about his day and things he did, in that accent of his.
No, no no, it was not romantic feelings at all, I assure you. Just a deep sense of admiration and eagerness to get along with the boy. Atleast, that's what I think it is.
A few weeks had passed since I saw him, and like the weird stalker of a family I'm in, I too kept watch from a distance, to see how he was doing, but never finding myself with enough time to go see him once again. I learned that his family had suffered a terrible tragedy, that their father had been ruthlessly murdered, leaving the family in mourning for some time. I needed to do something, I wanted to help heal the sorrow that seemed to be plaguing them with anything I could do.
It seemed that my attempts were in vain, for as soon as I did address them, greeting them with a smile and a wave, I ruined it all. I know that I was not sabotaged, that things break, and that no matter what happens, you cannot plan for everything. I never even had the chance to tell him how much I had missed him, and how much I wanted to be with him again. I had all of these things planned in my head, going to museums, maybe even to a dance club, to share all the things I love for maybe even a little of his time. Yet, I knew, I could just feel that he wanted nothing to do with my world, one so filled with riches and eccentricities of high society and glittering gold.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like if I had not been adopted by this particular family. Would I have become someone that the boy would have enjoyed spending time with? Maybe I would be more down to earth, not like I am now, not with the overly eager sense to live and to continue on doing things my way.
Hehe.. I just took a moment to reread what I had written, and I find myself simply laughing. I sound like an overly attached person who wanted to date Alois, not just be friends! That is not at all how I felt! Okay, perhaps I am not certain about my feelings for the boy, but it is certain that I am not what he wants. I don't think I'd be ever able to see him again. Not because I don't want to, But because I feel as if he doesn't quite have the time for me. I'm just some rich kid who doesn't know what it's like to suffer. Well, no, saying that would be a lie and a half. It would more be along the lines of my largest time of suffering had already passed, and now I am content, I have earned it.
Enough of this! I feel quite fantastic, and I don't need anything else right now, There are plenty of fish in the sea that would want to be friends. Just because one didn't want my attention, doesn't mean that others would do the same. Right? Of course that's right.. Because I am Isha, and I don't think giving up is even in my blood!
(Word Count: 1101)
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:23 pm
Solo: Remembering (Memories)
"Isha, this is a very important day, understand?"
"Uh-huh.. I'm ready.."
"Okay, If you are certain, then we shall continue on." For the first time in a year, he was returning to his little village in India, where he was born. It was a day squeezed between Mother's and Father's day, a day as fitting as any, he thought. Guided through the rather empty, somber streets in mourning clothing, Isha did not bother to turn his eyes down, as most other children who traveled on this path did. Together, a tiny procession made it's way up the side of the mountain, a chorus of soft voices followed them as they climbed. Each voice adding to further express the feeling of sorrow the children felt.
Unlike the others, his hands, still tiny and small, were clasped gently in the hands of others, two adults who did not belong here. Of all the children there, he had been the only one taken from the village, the only one left truly alone in the world, The disaster destroyed everything around him, but all he could remember was the pile of bodies that had accumulated on his small frame. On the ground he had lied, hours upon hours passed. Or perhaps it was days. It did not matter, for even in the darkness that fell around him he could see their eyes. Eyes opened in fear, and just out of reach to where he could close them. They had saved him, given their very lives to protect what was most precious for them..
But they didn’t see him cry. They couldn’t see how hurt he was to witness the life slipping away from them so very slowly. They tried to comfort him, telling them how much they loved the little, scared child.. But then.. Silence.
Was he supposed to be crying as the other children were? Yes, somewhere in his chest he felt the sorrow that they shared, though it was not as intense as it should be. As soon as he had been pulled from the rubble, it seemed that there were arms waiting for him. There was hardly time to mourn. Maybe that was why he could not cry. There was never any time to cry, everything had happened so quickly that perhaps his mother and father were just a blur in his memories. Did he look like them? The only thing that he COULD remember was being in the dark. Even the fear in him had faded away..
Isha never really payed much attention to what his memories were. He knew that they were rather sad at times, but it never really bothered him, as he was always one who focused on the good, on the here and now, and on how happy he was. And even now, holding onto these two near strangers, heading to see his parents, he was happy. After all... Mommy and daddy were still watching him, right?
(Word Count: 491)
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 9:55 pm
Solo: Changing
Is it all that bad, to feel the way I have been for the past couple of weeks?
I have this burden in my chest.. It’s heavy, and foolish and yet I can’t make it go away. It’s like.. There’s this hand, inside of my heart, squeezing it, trying to make me go in the direction that IT demands, and I have no say in what is going on. It knows that I don’t belong here anymore. It know that I don’t have a place here, with all of these rich folk, and those who live in material bliss.
I was born to heat and hard work, not to live in the lap of luxury. Maybe I haven’t really recognized it before, but I've never felt comfortable here.
It’s too much, it’s overwhelming.
I miss those deep, flower covered ponds that sat outside of my childhood home.
I miss those small, little homes made out of red clay bricks, made my hand by my father and tended to by my mother. My memories begin to confuse them with that planet I hail from, from Avior, with the same color for every building, wall, and stair. But that place did not have what my old home did.. They did not have the flowers.. Oh there were just so many flowers all around.. On the sides of houses, on the tops of the waters, sitting here, glistening, safe from any outside forces. I wish I could see them one more time..
But there is no time. I’ll be changing soon, I’ll be leaving this home behind, and heading to a new one, one where I am welcomed, one where I’m no longer just some sort of prize to be shown off to all of the people in my adoptive family’s circle. I can be my own person..
And the man whom I wish to reside with.. He will keep me safe.. Or at least, that is what I like to believe.
There is no real connection between us, we have only met twice.. But I do know that I feel so very safe with him. It’s a peculiar feeling, it is.. It is not love, no, that cannot be it, I do not think so at all, not in such a short amount of time! But there is safety.. A kind I wish to find in his arms.. Ooh, yes, even admitting such a feeling to myself seems absolutely bizarre.
It’s not the same as when I longed for my dear friend.. That was perhaps more innocent, more longing not to be alone..
Maybe that’s what this is too. I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to be alone..
I've been alone for so long.. Alone in my burdens, alone in my thoughts, to the point of madness. But I’ll get better soon. This family that’s waiting for me.. Though I've met only a few of them, I’m sure they are all so warm, so loving.. So sweet. They will be there for me, and I will be able to be with them outside of just being powered up. And they will greet me with loving arms. And I will be happy again. Content to live my life by this prince, by this family.
I will be so very happy.
(Word Count: 550)
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 12:03 pm
Solo: The Heist
What a silent place the mansion when it was 6 P.M. in the evening. No one was here, no staff members, no family members.. Not even the security team was in today. It was surprising at how a little beetle released in the house can have everyone escape for a week. How embarrassing, having a large striped tent covering a luxuriously large mansion, and even in the quickly darkening skies, it was a blight on the horizon.
And yet this opportunity was just too perfect for the young boy who lived in the mansion. Or atleast, would live here for only a few hours more. Today was the day where everything would change, starting with the vault.
Perhaps calling the safe in the house a vault was a bit exaggerated, but it could have been so, what with all of the money the leads of the household hoarded there. With the mother being as paranoid as she was about any sort of potential that one of the family members could be kidnapped at any moment, the decision to keep a substantial amount money in small bills in the house at all times.
Of course, however, she was not as foolish to just let her house stand unguarded during their absence as the house was fumigated. Around the perimeter of the property were cameras set up, and a small patrol of hired guards occasionally could be seen doing rounds. Being a Senshi did have it’s benefits at times, Avior had to admit. He had no trouble at all sneaking around these people, entering into temporarily abandoned home, as his speed was far greater than that of these men.
Once inside, it took but moments to reach the destination that he seeked. In the youngest child’s bedroom, underneath the bed that seemed almost bolted to the floor, was the safe, like a secret entrance to lands unknown. Avior wasn’t as dull as his brothers and sisters, who may have never noticed the little things his parents did, of just how dangerous this household was. Surely if he, a mere teen, could notice that there was a suspicious place underneath a bed, then so could one of the staff. And to have such a thing in a CHILD’S bedroom seemed to reach even higher a level of stupidity that Avior could hardly put to words. A child, who could not defend themselves. A child, with no other security in the room besides a door, that had not even a lock to it. If someone wished to come in and get to the safe while the child was sleeping, well, there would be no one to stop them.
Avior took note of this before hand, making sure to have typed up a note to leave ontop of his wee brother’s bed when he left the house. Maybe then, his guardians could make the changes needed to keep everyone actually safe in this household. There was no doubt in his mind that he was becoming paranoid.. Everything was becoming a threat in his eyes, and that was one of the reasons he had decided to do this. After having some man come here, HUNTING him, trying to find out exactly where he lived, so that he could kill those he loved, he could not risk such a thing. Yes, he did not have the same about of affection he once held for his adoptive family as he did before, what with them hardly ever noticing him since moving to this city, but that did not mean he could simply allow them to be hurt in the crossfire of this city’s war.
This act, the gaining of finances large and stable enough to allow him to continue on living without them was the final piece that needed to be placed before he could leave. Passport and IDs created, registered for school, to start in the next semester, and a new name created, all He needed to do was to supply the photos for when he changed.. To be this close was frightening, but there was no turning back now. There was no want nor need to turn back.
Before there was the chance of realizing what he was doing, the safe was opened, and before him was a small mountain of cash, self bound by his mother. He was careful to keep track that the bills were not of the same series, that they were untraceable by most standards. Call him strange for taking the time to check such things in the midst of a heist that could go wrong at any moment. But what was the worst that could happen? He technically lived here. All he had to do was power down before someone came in, and he could escape before someone realized what had happened. And there was no guilt felt for this theft, not when a life insurance policy was already placed on his name. The amount of money he was taking was far less than that. Just enough to keep him up to date on any amount of rent that were to be discussed with his future flatmate, even if he could not find the time to work when he was catching up with school. Avior certainly didn’t need much to live off of, for years of living with nothing taught him the importance for frugality. One day he’d be able to live luxuriously once again, but the safety of his family, as well as his own happiness and comfort came first. It was not wrong to desire such things, he had finally come to realize.
Money stuffed carefully into the backpack he had been carrying on his back, Avior moved about to return everything to it’s original state, except for the letter he placed on his little brother’s bed. A letter that stated the safety problems with where they were living, and a confession that he was to vanish back to India, where he had felt safer and planned to join a monastery. It was believable enough, right? And if they wanted to expend such efforts to find him, then so be it. It was not to be his problem anymore.
He escaped from the house, heading towards his hiding place, a place where the money could be stashed away for an extended amount of time without being bothered. He’d only ever come here when he needed rent, and slowly, but surely deposit the money into a bank account. He could use the excuse of odd jobs to justify the money he made. Tucked away safely now, It was time to meet with the two men he had contacted earlier.. This would be the last time he would go out as the White Moon Senshi Avior, and the last time Isha Chaudhary would be seen.
Everything was about to change forever, just the way he wished it to.
(Word Count: 114 cool
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