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 Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:13 pm
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Table of Contents
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For Whom the Bell Tolls
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Baby of Mine
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Maybe We Shouldn't Encourage Her
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Look at me, Daddy!
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Some Outdoors Training
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Anything You Say!
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:27 pm
A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste
Fantom Destler
25 year old Male
Single Father of One
Victim of Circumstance
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
Such a cool spring morning. The sun sat low on the hillside, it's soft rays laying gentle kisses upon the flower-box.
This small cottage on the outskirts of a once-great city was the residence of the last living members of the Destler name.
Fantom, a performer and manager of the local music theater, sat calmly at the kitchen table, reading about recent events.
Eve, the ten year old prodigy of art, was going through her usual morning routine. As she re-packed her back pack for the third time that morning, she quickly realized that her most favored part of her morning ritual had been overlooked.
Stuffing the head of her toothbrush into her moth, she ran down the stairs. Quickly she pulled a black smock over her usual white attire and sped into the kitchen. Upon entering the room, she smiled. There they were, her beautiful set of dyes, oils, paints and brushes.
Fantom smiled quietly behind his news, taking another sip of his morning tea. He didn't have to lower the paper to know the expression of joy on her face when she found a new detail paint-pen in the midst of the colorful mess. He could hear the jars cracking open, the stirring of oils and thinners as they were mixed on her pallet; and of course, the ever present stroking of bristles against the kitchen wall was the most repeated sound of all. The girl was an artist. there was no denying her talent. And, ever so thankful to have his kitchen repainted for little more then the price of the paints themselves, her father had no objections to allowing her to express herself in such a way every morning.
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
But as all good things go, it had to come to an end. The all too famous yellow submarine pulled down their road and it was time to go.
"Shoot! I'm going to be late!" the girl fussed, pulling off the smock and stuffed it in her already-crammed bag. She began to run out the door, but stopped short at the sound of her father's voice.
"You're forgetting something, Eve."
"What?! I've got my pencils, books, journal and and...!!"
The man smiled and laid down the paper and held out his arms.
"Oh..." quickly, she ran into his arms and give him a loving hug. "I love you, Papa."
Fantom smiled and kissed the girl's head. "I love you to. Don't worry about the paint, I'll clean it up."
Again, the moment was interrupted by the honking of the buss' horn. Tearing from her father's arms, she bolted out the door and boarded the transit vehicle.
Little did she know that the paints were not meant to be cleaned.
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
He lowered himself back into his wicker chair and settled into the soft pillows. Lifting his paper again to read further into this interesting events of the previous day, his hand extended and wrapped it's fingers around what he thought was his cup of tea. Pulling it over, he pushed the glass to his lips and drank deeply, downing the rest of the glass as to finish his own routine.
Alas, realizing his error, it was too late. The liquid which now saturated his inner workings was not sweet, warm and relaxing; but instead toxic and thick with the sour taste of death. His chair tipped back as he fumbled, still trying to grasp at his fleeting place among the living. But there was no hope. The world grew dark above him and slowly his muscles released their tensions.
And as such was his death.
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:33 pm
Baby of MineBaby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
"All the world's a stage, and it's people only actors!"
This was none other then our Fantom, spouting his usual nonsense to his acting troupe. It had been a strange day, indeed it had... But it was for no cause that one would disregard their responsibilities as both acting couch and sole producer of such an exquisite work.
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Pushing the false bangs from his face, he paraded onto the stage. Naturally, in all it's ironic glory, he was the one cast for the roll of none other then Erik Destler, the self-proclaimed "Opera Ghost." Andrew Loyd Webber would have been proud to hear his work sang with such fiery passion that came deep from the belly of this musical beast. However... one thing puzzled the audience.
Never before had they encountered a Phantom with such a strange accessory hanging around his neck...
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
But as with all acts of passion; both good, bad and disputable; it takes a toll on your physical capabilities. As the guardian slowly trekked into his house (Still clad in both costume and wig), he pulled off his cape and laid it neatly upon the kitchen table. Leaning back, he smiled quietly at his daughters work. It was coming along quite nicely, especially so considering she had no training.
"So this is why she wasn't at the theater." he mused, kneeling by the newer portion of the mural. He couldn't yet tell what this beautiful shade of blue was to become, but upon further inspection, he could nearly see the outline of a young woman.. and a fish...
"She must be getting to mythology." he re-assured himself, turning to head up the stairs and to his long-desired bed.
Again forgetting his attire, he flopped lazily onto his blankets.
Before long, he drifted off into the world of sleep...
But it seemed that the dreams he was meant to view tonight were far more real then one would care to admit.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 4:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 4:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 4:20 pm
Some Outdoors Training Vishal had decided that what they needed to get the little snake boy who was currently being referred to as Panhsj, outside and away from distracts if he was going to teach him anything! Seriously, he wasn't going to let the snake laze about and become a minion that wasn't very useful! He would have to teach him the basics first he and Kris had decided, from there they could build and do more complicated things.
"Alright Snake, first things first. You need to learn the fine art that is walking... or slithering in your case. You can do it when your holding onto something or someone so no reason why you can't do it on your own." He said, pointing at the small, silver colored naga.
Panhsj starred up at him with large, golden eyes that were unblinking. He was seeming to pay attention but in all actuality he was trying to figure out why the scary one had hair that looked like fire.
"So, lets walk." Vishal said, putting Pan down on his coils and let him go. The snake was upright for a moment before he tipped backwards with a gasping hiss.
Eve groaned loudly. "NO! Try again!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Grimacing, she muttered a few obscenities under her breath and continued down the dirt path. "Y'know, dad's expecting you to be some sort of miracle baby. How will you EVER sing if you can't TALK?" The child in her arms frowned and scrunched up her nose, clearly just a frustrated as her 'older sister'. "Baaaaad!" she whined, using the word she'd once heard her father say.
"Why? WHY can't I just leave you in the middle of the road?! You're small enough! I could just dropkick you over a fence and be done with it."
Psyrin glared, eyes burning like blue flames. Eve immediately backed off, getting quiet, more calm, but afraid. "You're... Really scary, sometimes."
Psyrin looked away, angry....
But wait... What? ... Never mind, what's that sound?
Eve looked around and clutched her sister tighter. Her voice was shrill with fear. "Oh god, I hate snakes!!"
Psyrin only chuckled, wanting to know further of the sound's origin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:56 pm
Anything you say! So this is the time when
You be what you just wanna be
I always thought this would
Come oh so naturally
"See that, Psyrin? That's a Siren."
"Baom!" the child clapped, slapping her hands down on the book excitedly.
"Yes, You're just like them. They're from annother world, and they sing beautiful music, Just like you will!" He tugged at her toy microphone, making the beads inside shake. "Heh, maybe you'll sing with me on stage, some day?"
"Baom Baom!" she repeated, still slapping hard at the book. Psyrin's large blue eyes stared up at her father, clearly excited to be out of the house and away from her sister.
SHUKASHUKA
The rattle again shook hard, as if it was the only release for this boundless energy that radiated off her luscious blue skin.
I'm gonna do just what you order me to do
So chase me chase me,
I'll run twelve circles around you
"You're gonna have to buy that book, if she wrinkles the pages..." said a snobby bookkeeper behind them. After a short nervous laugh and a loss of fifteen dollars, Fantom left the store with his baby girl in his arms. "Pffthhhhhhhhhh!!!" the baby teased, sticking her tongue out over the shoulder of her carrier. The last sound they heard before the over-the-top laughter of her father was the obscenities that rolled out the librarian's crooked mouth.
I'll make this way worse than you know
Ain't it a shame that they won't remember all of this
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