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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 4:38 pm
.[directory].
o1. Directory
o2. I Knew You Couldn't - QRP with Alex
o3. Growing Up Doesn't Have to Suck - RP with RuiZhi
o4. Who Needs Math, Anyways? - CRP with Nathanial
o5. Fancy Meeting You Here - CRP with RuiZhi
o6. Showdown - RP with Weiyuan
o7. Oh Lookie Here - Q/IRP with Al
o8. Coincidence - CRP with RuiZhi
o9. Angry? Who's Angry? - Growth Quest
1o. It Comes With A Suit - Scyeth's Growth
11. Defining Moment - Metaplot Event
12. Dreams - PRP with RuiZhi
13. More Enemies - PRP with Jaden
14. Damn Cat - PRP with Farlest
15. Thanks - PRP with Sasha
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 4:51 pm
.[reality is her best friend].
So, uh, I don't think I really like RuiZhi's sister. Looking back through the journal, I guess I thought I would...but. I had to help her do her paperwork. And you know what was weird? It wasn't even her paperwork. The name on the signature was 'Greg Larine', or something like that. I can't entirely remember. And I was initialing his name, again, weird. Wouldn't you want to know what you were initialing? What if I initialed away his office, or something weird like that? I think I'm going to have meet this fellow sometime.
But I digress. This is about Alex...Alex...I don't know her last name. I guess I'll just call her Alex. She didn't tell me to call her any thing else. And she is RuiZhi's sister...so...uh. Yeah. It would be weird giving her some sort of title. Anyways. We were doing paperwork. She was very grumpy. And again, I thought it was really weird she was having me do something so simple. She didn't even read the paper to me, so I accused her of not being able to read. I was wrong, for the most part. I got her number though.
...no, I'm not going to write it down. Should someone ever find out, I might be a dead man. She bothers me for some reason. (Actually, I think we bug each other equally.) Sigh. Why is RuiZhi the only one in his little misfit family I get along with. (I. HATE. WEIYUAN. I can never say it enough.)
...ahahahaha. What if we were eternal rivals? How sick would that be? Dude.
I can't focus. Pssh. (I'm way more talkative in my journal. Odd. It's not actually talking.)
So, to make this long story short, Alex and I don't really get along, I think. I never got to ask her about sneaking me a PS2 or CDs or something though, I forgot while she turned the tables and started flustering me. Nn. I might have to get on better terms with her if I want her to sneak me stuff. It's a good goal.
Do What Now?
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 5:40 pm
.[i know i could be mistaken, but my heart has spoken]. ((Note: Almost the entire entry is in a foreign script average humans should not recognize.))Heh. I...I don't even know what to say. I don't know where to start or how this happened, but I am sure glad it did. It's all still kind of a blur, to me. And I'm not really sure where to go from here, but that doesn't bother me. I live my life by winging it, I'm sure I'll survive improving my way through this, too. See, the thing is...
...the thing is...
...RuiZhi is my boyfriend. He knows everything. Okay, acutally, that part isn't even close to the truth. But he knows my secret. He doesn't know about my father yet. I'm not sure I want to tell him. Not with Banish skulking about. I'm already unsure what kind of trouble I might get into when I get home. I don't know what my father would think about this, actually. Would he think it weak of me? Or would be uncaring, like everything else. (...except my hair, which, in retrospect, was a little out of character for him.) I guess he just needs to remind me who's in charge, sometimes.
Heh. I like pushing him. Does that make me a masochist? But it's not just him. It's kind of thrilling, seeing just how much I can push the limit until I fall over the edge. (I can always get myself out of anything.) I'm kind of amazing.
...oh gods, did I just write that? I crack myself up. I'm digressing. I think I don't really want to write too much about this yet. But he's my boyfriend. (This is a very, very good thing. I like him. A lot. I'm glad he finally caught on.)
Oh, things are finally looking up. Horrah~ Actually, better yet, HUZZAH. (Huzzah is such a much cooler word. I should stop writing when I'm trying to finish an entry, lalala~)
There's Something Up With Us
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:57 pm
.[you like to think you're never wrong].
So, classes. They suck. I mean, learning s**t just doesn't do it for me. Necessary, but classrooms drive me up a wall. I like to be outside and doing things, not cramped by four walls. Which all have weird posters on them, I've noticed. But whatever. We had to do our math on computers, which almost made it worth it...except I sat next to the brattiest little punk I have ever met.
I mean it when I say he was worse than Weiyuan.
See, Wei just has an ego. His ego denotes that he can't let me be better than him. It's funny. He likes to tease me, I like to tease him, we have an understanding. But this kid? Nat? I ******** hate him. I hate him. He makes my skin crawl. He thought I was scum. He 'doesn't associate with people like ******** YOU. ******** YOU, ******** b*****d, I ******** hate him.
Weiyuan are rivals; we are equals. He understands.
This little punk can't see past his own nose. He can't see past how 'great' he is. How 'unworthy' I am, or whatever. He reminds me of the people I used to have to deal with, the little s**t. You know, politicians? Bratty, spoiled kids. (Of course, I myself am bratty and spoiled, but I have never, I repeat, NEVER looked down on someone for what the did or didn't have.) They think they can get away with anything, say anything. Can be whatever they want.
Well, he's wrong.
And when the time comes, I will make that boy's life a living hell.
Mark my words, punk. ******** living hell.
Advanced Mathematics - CRP
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 1:12 pm
.[over and over, i fall for you].
Another class. Yawn.
Another class that was actually made much more bearable by my boyfriend. Hur. He's great. He kept me company. And I actually took notes! Amazing, isn't it? Actually, I took notes, talked with RuiZhi and did push-ups. I like doing push-ups. They're really simple, but they do a good job. And it's easy to mutli-task if you're doing push-ups. Seriously, all I had to do was read, so why not do push-ups?
I even got RuiZhi to agree to share his notes with me. Very useful, since I'm going to be a Science student too, as soon as I'm promoted. Speaking of being promoted, I wonder how long it takes? I want to be in the same dorm with him, again. That will be fun.
I don't really have a lot to say...
OH! I have to make note to investigate about that business in China, though. Seems to have caused a lot of problems for everyone involved, but, no one seems to want to talk about it too much. I think it had to do with demons. So is that why I got an invitation?
...I don't like that.
Like I said. I must investigate this later.
Introduction to Science & Technology - CRP
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:55 am
.[just a part of their game].
Today the Headmaster asked me to show a new student around the school. Kind of lame, if you ask me. I don't think I did a very good job, either. Oh well~ I had fun. Kind of. I showed the guy what he wanted to see, so I couldn't have done that bad of a job. Poor of a job? No, that sounds funny. Bad of a job. That doesn't any better. Oh, never mind. Why am I worrying about grammar in my own journal? Gods.
Anyways. So this student's name is Al...something. I can't remember his last name. Did he even give it? Oh, it doesn't matter. He's the only Al here. Anyways, he wants to go into the School of Science and Technology. Well, I say, go for it! I mean, if I could do it, anyone else can. And I'm all for science and technology, how could I not be? It's my thing.
I wonder when we'll get students in the Magic division. Oh, magic. I wonder...I wonder if I should have perused that course, instead. I might have been very good at it. I mean, after all, I- Never mind. I want to be a soldier. It is my dream to become a soldier. I want to fight on the front. I want to fight. I want to make a difference. I have to make a different. If I can't make a difference, than what it the purpose of my existance?
....I will make a difference.
I will.
And Here We Have - QRP
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:57 am
.[i hate everything about you].
I ran into Weiyuan the other day. I was on my way to see RuiZhi, see, and apparently I was talking to myself. I'm going to have to work on that, I think. But it was okay today. It kept Weiyuan from trying to snatch Zhi right out from under me. (I was going to ask if he wanted to go out with my this weekend, and apparently, Weiyuan had the same intentions. Stupid.) So really, there was only one way to solve this.
Survival of the fittest, kekeke.
We had a challenge. There was picking up girls (he so cheated and picked up guys too, but it was a loophole, so what was I gonna do?), martial arts, cards, a Rubix cube and skateboarding. Weiyuan...threw me down during the martial arts. I underestimated him, it seems. Bother. I'll have to work on that, I guess. He wasn't bad at the Rubix cube, but man, that's all I did for an entire summer one year. I'm like, a master. And there was no question when it came to skateboarding.
I won, needless to say.
So why does this victory feel kinda...hollow?
I Love to Hate - PRP
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:28 am
.[there's a curse between you and i].
So. I think I overreacted a little. To say the least. I mean. I couldn't help it, though. I don't even know why one little comment bothered me as much as it did...but. It did. Does this mean I'm not as confident as I think I am? Or? I don't know. I don't want to know. It didn't always bother me, being a demon in a human's world.
...now that is a lie.
I don't know very much about my culture. My dad...isn't exactly the 'teaching/nurturing' type. My bodyguards are just that. Bodyguards. Not teachers. They just stand around. The only one who ever even talks to me is Adrian. I just never even hung around with other demons my age. What does that make me, exactly?
I'm glad we made up, though. RuiZhi and I. I don't like fighting with him.
I need to think on this more.
Language Studies - CRP
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:30 am
.[i'm a nightmare, a disaster].
.[i'm a lost cause, not a hero].
Okay, ladies and gents, here we go. And, whoever’s reading this, just remember: you’re the ones who asked.
So. What do I think of the human race? How am I even supposed to answer such a vague question? What about the human race? Customs? Languages? Foods? Music, art, what? I mean, sure, I haven’t seen all that while I’ve been here, but don’t forget, I’ve been around the block more than once with my dad. Surely you’ve all noticed what a brat I am. Not without reasons, sir. Or madam. Though I’m pretty sure it’s just ‘sirs’, here. Oh, there is Alex. Alex, if you’re reading this, too, I- Nevermind. Just. Nevermind.
It’s a little weird writing and knowing people are going to read it. But, I don’t think I should let that stop me.
I don’t think I can judge the human race as a whole. Oh sure. There are a lot of you who are total buttheads. Take Nat, for instance. I met the punk in math class and he thinks he’s better than me. He makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. He thinks he’s better than me. What. The. Hell. See, that’s the problem with society, right there. Making judgments before you really know what’s going on. He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know where I’m from, what I like to do, what I can do. My family background. And he already knows he’s better than me. Punk. Nothing but a no good punk.
And there’s your problem with humanity. You all think you’re so great. So much better. Don’t like demons ‘cause they’re a little darker. Don’t like the elves and their magic. And the other races, they locked themselves away. Don’t want to be touched by greed and corruption and stupidity.
Unfortunately, isolation did not help the spread of those diseases, I think. RuiZhi told me about the China expedition. There was an attack…made by demons. The hatred has learned to go both ways. Who really started it? I’m not sure. Confusion leads to fear and fear leads to hate, and that’s all I can reckon. They hate us, because we’re dark and evil. We hate them because they don’t understand. But did either side ever try to reconcile that? Of course not.
I’m not human, but I’m surviving. I have friends here. I have a rival and I have an enemy. I’m not human, and I don’t fit in, but I’m surviving.
I’m going to go into science. Like my friends. Only, different discipline, eventually. I’m going to be a General. We can’t leave it to the humans to save the world. And I’m not saying they’re incapable. It just keeps falling into the wrong hands, and we’re just as much to blame for that.
Because, you know…it’s our world, too.
I will be better. And I will help save the world. Watch me, now. Watch me.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 9:35 am
.[those who fight further].
Huh. Well. It's done.
I've been officially to the school of Science and Technology. I'm the second (or third?) one here, I'm not entirely sure. That is not the point. I am really official now, so take that, dad. I got to move into the new dorms and everything. They even gave me a uniform. HAHAHA. Uniform. What a load of crap. I'll have you know I took care of that uniform.
Here's until something interesting happens~ Scyeth has grown!
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 9:53 am
.[the price of freedom].
I don't....I don't even know where to start.
I cannot say I was impressed with myself during the fire. The building burned and for hours we just sat outside. We watched. We could not do anything, I could not even settle RuiZhi anyway. I could hardly help the adviser with the backburn. Useless. Absolutely useless. If my father knew (and I'm sure he will find out one way or another), he'd be absolutely disgusted. I know I am. The only one who finally stepped up was More... (I am quite certain my friend is not human. Quite certain. I will have to speak to him again, soon.)
How can I ever hope to be a general if I can't even round up my own classmates during a simple fire? You see, therein lies the problem. This was just a fire. Albeit, a fire with some very, very strange properties (like an aversion to being put out, but this is a minor detail), how could I ever control them when more than two lives are at stake? If I can't control my peers, how could I control an army, or something? I am not living up to the Akazar name. I am not living up to the family pride. All this time, I thought I...I thought I...I could not even live up to my own expectations. I am troubled. I am deeply, deeply troubled.
This is not working. I need to be stronger. I need to be stronger. If I am to protect those I care about and those I do not, I need to be stronger. There is no question in my mind. I must work harder. This was just a fire, what about the war? We are not ready for a WAR. We are boys and we ran around like headless chickens. We are not saviors. We need to step up. This was our warning. I will take it to heart. I need to be stronger. The end is near, this is unavoidable. We just have to be ready to face it head on.
I need to talk to More, again. I need to meet up with Little Russia. I need more...friends. We have to band together, or so help me Luna, I will do it on my own.
...I need to talk to Dante again. I feel...I feel he may be able to help me.
I must learn from this. I must.
A Day of Nightmare - Metaplot Event/Self Reflection
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:24 am
.[dearest].
I have not...been feeling...well, is I guess the word I'd use, since the fire. I don't know what's wrong with me, really. I mean, I'm not sick. I didn't have any serious injuries, so it's not that. I just...I couldn't sleep. It was very weird. Oh, I was certainly tired, let me tell you. But no matter how much I flopped and wriggled and snuggled, I couldn't settle. I just couldn't sleep. I could lay with my eyes shut for hours, and...nothing.
So, finally, I did the only logical thing. (Which, in retrospect, might have just been my overtired brain trying to work.) I went to RuiZhi's room with my pillow. Because clearly, I'd be able to sleep in his room. I'm not sure how that even makes sense, but I'm not going to argue. It worked. (It didn't look like he was sleeping that well, either, judging from the piles of books everywhere.) And something very interesting happened.
RuiZhi invited my to, uh, move in.
I accepted, of course. It was a good idea. So at some insane hour, we both snuck around, gathered up my stuff, and brought it to his room. I was too tired to unpack, of course, so after a very brief discussion about sleeping arrangements, he settled on his bed, I flopped, and I slept straight until the next day. Like, evening. I was beat, man. I unpacked later, but still.
This is a very weird concept. It weirds me out a little, but whatever. I'm sure I'll get used to it. It's not like we weren't roomies before. The only difference is a bigger room and one bed. Our bed.
...ug. Yeah, yeah, definitely weirding me out a little. Heh. I'm so lame.
I should finish finding places for the rest of my stuff.
I Just Don't Want to Miss You Tonight - PRP
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:35 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:39 am
.[thanks for the memories].
Found that little Sasha kid at the mall. You know. Little Russia. He's the one who lent me his shirt during the fire so I could go in. Naturally, I felt the need to thank him. And recruit him. I need more friends in this joint. If people like Nat have friends, I should have them too. I have RuiZhi, and More. That's not enough. Not enough.
So, anyways. He's pretty little, but he's nice. Naive. Perfect, by all accounts. Exactly what someone like me needs. (You know, take under my wing.) His own brother more or less abandoned him to the wilderness of the school (Weiyuan), so he needs someone older and stronger to protect him. (Does it kind of sound like I'm describing a damsel in distress? Well, he's definitely that type. Except with less chest.) I like him well enough.
Accidentally told him I'm a demon, though. What's with the loose lips, huh? What was that soldiers used to say? Loose lips sink ships. Good wartime motto, I'd say. I wonder if this is considered wartime. We're all getting ready for a war, at any rate. I think all the boys here forget that. They're just having a good time. Learning, if that's what they like. Or slacking off, because they can get away with it. (Guilty as charged.) We need to remember why we're here. We do.
Anyways. Sasha has a demon living in his room. He says it followed him from Russia. I told him he's absolutely ridiculous. I'm gonna check it out sometime.
Later.
Lackey You - PRP
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