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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:39 am
.[directory].
o1. Directory
o2. Self Reflection
o3. Another Self Reflection
o4. He Means Nothing to You - QRP with Norman
o5. A Love Affair - Solo
o6. The Jumper - PRP with RuiZhi
o7. Halloween - Event
o8. Open House - Event
o9. A Soldier's Magician - PRP with Gideon
1o. Shut Up and Explode - PRP with Micajah, Gideon and Quentin
11. Sky Blue Eyes - PRP with RuiZhi
12. Breaking Barriers - PRP with Nat
13. Survive the Day - IRP/QRP with Norman and Canaan
14. Of Status and Sticks - PRP with Canaan
15. Christmas Plushie - Gift
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 6:44 pm
.[all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you].
My father is dead. He is dead. Dead. Gone. Departed. Missing. No longer with us. Six feet under. Moved on. Pushing up daises.
I don’t think daises will ever grow on his grave.
…I wonder where they buried him.
I don’t even know where my own father was buried. What kind of son am I? The last time I saw him, he blew through my flimsy defenses and reduced me to a quivering, simpering puddle of a boy. Tears. That’s all I was, a boy. That’s all I am still, a boy. A stupid boy. The last time he wrote me, it was to uninvited me from his own wedding.
To replace my mother.
To scold me.
What am I?
Am I a demon, or have I been turned into some half-human creature?
How can it hurt so bad to lose someone I don’t even miss? I don’t love him. Hell, I didn’t even like him. He was a cheeky b*****d. He had a blistering temper and a scalding tongue. He was quick to hit and very slow to apologize. And by slow to apologize, I don’t think he’s ever apologized to me, not for anything. Oh. Wait.
He did, once. He was very drunk. It was my mother’s birthday, I think. He always got so sad, then. I can’t remember what we were talking about. I wish I could. I wish I didn’t take all those things for granted.
I thought he’d be around for ever.
He loved my mother very, very much.
I thought she was irreplaceable.
I thought, as much as he hated me for stealing her away, he wouldn’t try to erase her completely. Erase me.
I never thought I’d get left.
I don’t know where my father is buried. I don’t know where he was killed. I don’t know why, and I don’t know who did it. Will they come after me, next? Do they know I’m here, trapped by the ocean on all sides? I’ve been adopted by my headmaster. I’ve been adopted. I’ve been adopted.
I’m an orphan.
. . . .
I’m an orhpan.
I think I’m going to be sick.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:34 pm
.[a cold and broken hallelujah].
What if they come after me? What if they come after me, too? They came after my father. Hunted him down, like an animal. Damn politics. I’ll wager it’s because he’s an ambassador. Yeah. Humans might not like when they found out. The ones who didn’t know, I mean. And I don’t think many of the demons were too pleased, not really. We lived with humans. I went to school with humans. I still go to school with humans.
I’m dating a human. A human boy, no less.
What’s wrong with me?
We were best friends. Now I’m dating him. What’s wrong with me?
They must hate me too. I seem to remember being called ‘more human than I am demon’. But, I don’t feel like a human. I don’t feel like an anything. But I’m not nobody. I must be somebody, I think.
I don’t know what it’s like to be a demon. I know the native tongue, kind of. I know our goddess. I know what we look like. But do I? I’ve only ever seen myself, and I’m almost always in the hidden stage. Am I afraid of what I am? Am I a monster? To whom? Would my friends still like me if they saw what I really was? They might know, but they’ve never seen.
Why don’t I have any demon friends?
I never went to school with them. I’ve meet sons and daughters of people my father worked with, but I’m pretty positive they were all humans. Not that I liked them. Phony bastards, all of them. They were as see-through as glass. Wore their hearts on their sleeves. All sorts of clichés. Whatever. I didn’t like them, and they harbored no love for me. It didn’t bother me.
It doesn’t bother me.
I wonder if he’s happy now.
I wonder if he’s with her. Would they let him in, to wherever she is? I wonder what she was like. She must be nice. My father’s a b*****d, and while I can be pretty bad myself, I’m nothing like him. She had to have been super nice, to compensate for that. So I have to wonder why she was with him to begin with. I choose to imagine he was a different person, then. He loved her so deeply, he was shattered by her death.
Unlikely.
…I need to stop reading those novels.
What the hell is wrong with me?
There must be something wrong.
What did I do to deserve this?
This is me too, isn’t it?
Is this her?
Maybe it was her.
Are they coming for me, too?
Maybe it’s me.
I need to hide.
Why am I so alone?
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:35 pm
.[it's you and me now].
He made me bake cookies.
He made me baking ******** cookies. Do I look like a kitchen wench to you? No. It wasn't even remotely enjoyable. Not in the least. I like eating cookies, not making them. I made such a mess. And, what's worse, he had to keep bringing Nathaniel into it.
I have to admit, Norman knows how to play his hand.
I am impressed.
I think I like Norman, actually. Even if he did just kind of talk at me while I massacred the cookie dough. We sorta talked about a lot of things, like I said, the man is very good with his words. Very, very talented. Maybe it comes from being a teacher. Working with teenagers. Or maybe it's from working with sleezball politicians all of forever. (He is kind of old.) I dunno. I don't really think it matters, anymore.
I need good grades. He'll buy me a new mp3. My iPod is back out in Australia. I don't think I'll see any of my stuff again.
...that's kinda a shame.
He Means Nothing to You - QRP with Norman ( 3 QRP )
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:54 pm
.[everyone's got to face down the demons].
RuiZhi was off somewhere. Probably at class, Scyeth reasoned. It made the most sense. Unless it was meal time and he had gone to eat, but the blond was pretty sure that his roommate bothered him to come along every time he should be eating. Of course, he couldn’t be entirely certain. All the days seemed to be hazing together. He wasn’t entirely sure when he slept and when he was awake. Going to class was entirely out of the question; he just told his boyfriend he was so he’d stop worrying.
The Aussie gave a great yawn and flopped back on his bed. He was warm. Was it summer? No, no, the leaves were turning. That meant it was fall. And then that winter nonsense. Why was he so warm? It must be all the clothing. When did he put on so much layers?
Scyeth grunted and rolled over, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
When did he get so lost he couldn’t keep track of himself?
Hey. What was that?
The blond got up, stepping over his skateboard and strolling over to his book shelf. That looked a whole lot like a- It was! A paddleball! Intrigued, Scyeth picked up the simple toy and flipped it over. He hummed to himself and gave it an experimental bop, surprised how quickly the ball bounced and reached the end of its rope. Oh! That was much harder than it looked! The youth quickly hustled back to his bed, pushing his skateboard back underneath. Wouldn’t do to trip on it and break himself in half. He had been considering going out with her, but…he just hadn’t been in the mood.
Somewhere along the lines, Scyeth had kind of forgotten how it felt to be ‘joyful’. He just didn’t want to. He had no reason. (He was in mourning, and he was depressed, and Scyeth Akazar would be dead and damned before he ever admit to either. Not that he was actually entirely aware he was depressed, but if he was, he was keeping his lips sealed.)
But this paddleball? Very simple. Very easy (in theory). And he was able to fool around with it all he wanted anywhere he went. Sprawled on his bed. Sprawled across the floor. Hanging upside down from his desk chair. Hanging upside from the other desk chair. Underneath the desk. In the shower. Oh, the sheer possibility!
Of course, he could try to do other things in tandem with paddleball-ing, but that would require actually having the desire to so something. Which…he didn’t. Except for sleeping, maybe, which he did at obscure hours. Mid-morning. Late afternoon. Not the normal times, no. He’d rouse and wander off down the halls for the evening. There was no sense in waking poor RuiZhi up.
“I wonder how he is?” Scyeth muttered to himself. They hardly spoke. In fact, Scyeth spoke rarely enough the sound of his own voice was very foreign to him.
They needed to speak more. He also needed to play paddleball more. Clearly. Beneath his bed, Ms. Skateboard cried out in anguish, but her pain fell upon deaf ears. Scyeth heard nothing these days. He was lost in his own little world of self-pity and torment. And paddleball, apparently.
And so Scyeth Akazar began to waste his days away.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 12:28 pm
.[step back from that ledge, my friend].
...dear sweet Luna above!
Please make sure I never piss RuiZhi off again. Ever. EVER.
...amen.
The Jumper - PRP with RuiZhi
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:25 am
.[this is halloween, now].
Micajah and I had to host a Halloween party, per Adviser Fang. He told Norman it would be good for me. Gee, thanks Herei. (He's the crazy cross-dressing guy. I dunno what's up with him, really. He must be some hell of a adviser, though. They've kept him around despite all this weirdness.) So, holding a party is a lot of work. Even if it's split between two people. (And if I didn't like Mica at the beginning of this, we're okay now. Even if he can't help but take regular jabs at my ego.)
Micajah made my costume (which is kind of weird). It was ******** epic, though. I was Zhou Yu, from the Wu dynasty. I dyed my hair black, brushed it out so it looked kind of long...it was just pretty damn cool. I was pretty damn good-looking, I have to say. (I hope RuiZhi thought so too. I mean, come on. I don't get the opportunity to dress-up frequently.) RuZhi was a dragon. I'd call him cute, but that sounds...y'know. Gay.
Weiyuan was in a dress. So was Mica, but he wasn't actually pretending to be female. So with a heavy heart...okay not really, but anyways, Weiyuan is officially demoted from Eternal Rival to Drag Queen. He's a bloody drag queen. What the ********, Wei.
Oh well. He didn't entirely ruin Zhi's night, so I guess I can deal with him later.
ShinKami Halloween Party - ORP/QRP ( 2 QRP)
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 9:10 am
.[a moment of courtesies].
Dante and Greg have left the school. Another professor has also left, but I never met them, so I don't really give a damn. But Dante and Greg? I'd almost go so far as to call it tragic. I never got to learn any magic from Dante; all I have left is his book. This is kind of ridiculous, but...I felt a kinship with him. Yes, he was an elf, but that's still not human. He understood, and he cared. He kind of felt like a father sometimes. My father was still alive then, so I didn't have Norman, but. It was kind of a nice feeling. As for Greg, we only met but once, and that disappoints me greatly. I had so much to learn from him. Am I stuck with Alex now?
...awesome...
There was sarcasm in there, if you couldn't tell. It's a bit hard to log sarcasm.
So anyways, Norman held an Open House so we could interview the new professors. Us! The students! I have to say, I rather enjoyed myself, despite the reason behind it. I even rifled through a few of Norman's files, so I might get a glimpse of who was hoping to replace Greg. I must say, I rather didn't like either. At all. One of them had the nerve to touch me. Needless to say, neither of the fools got hired.
Another point of interest: I met a man named Gideon. He is a demon. I almost didn't even know what to do, it was very rare I came into contact with other demons during my childhood.
Will keep you updated on this development.
ShinKami Open House - ORP/QRP ( 2 QRP )
[[Note: Italics denote a foreign, inhuman text.]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 10:34 am
.[the burdened one].
I have gained another book.
I am not sure what to call Gideon, yet.
He was hired, apparently. I found him in the gym, when I went to work out. I had assumed it would be empty, with Greg gone and Alex not showing up, but I was wrong. There was Gideon. He let me touch his ears. Is that weird? It wasn't like I found them attractive or anything creepy like that! I just didn't think they were real, you know? But they were. So he showed me his wings, too. It was really awesome.
I wonder if I have wings, too?
I don't know how to alter my appearance. Not that now is an appropriate time, but, I might like to, someday. I'd like to meet other demons; I'd like to fit in when I do. I want to learn the culture, or what's left of it after the seal. I'd like to learn magic. I'd like to learn more about my goddess. Is she really vengeful? Or was it just the humans? So many questions. More questions than answers, I'm afraid.
Gideon did offer to teach my some magic, however, and the book I was given was about the history of my race. It should be worth a good read.
...Gideon is a very strange man. Demon.
I will have to keep an eye on him.
A Soldier's Magician - PRP with Gideon
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 4:29 pm
.[i just can't wait to be king].
...I exploded and it was ******** awesome.
Oh goddess above, I love Micajah a little bit. I can't believe he actually agreed to try it out with me. I've never even tampered with magic before, never mind any of the dark assortment. Mica seemed to know what he was doing, though. That is why I chose experiment with a magic student, after all. Well, that, and Mica and I were friends anyways.
It was so epic, though.
I'm not even entirely sure what I did, but I blew the whole ******** room to smithereens. Micajah didn't take too well to it. I imagine that's because he's a human; he can't really help that. I made off much better. Only got a sprained ankle and I snapped my wrist, which kinda hurts, but I'm okay. I have to use a crutch, though, and that's pretty suckish. It makes me hobble. Something's up with my eye, too. I have to wear an eye patch. It's one of those bad a** medical ones. I reckon, when it comes off, I'll be fine.
Anyways, we weren't really in good shape after the explosion. Fortunately, the two new magic professors, Gideon and Bandersomething, came to the rescue. Gid saved Mica (...I am not sure how I feel about this) and Banderwhat'shisface decided it would be cool to man-handle me. Let me tell you, broken or not, I do not get picked up. Ever.
...so he knocked me out and stole my book.
b*****d.
Shut Up and Explode - PRP with Micajah
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:21 am
.[he doesn't look a thing like jesus].
...I clearly need to blow myself up more often.
I cannot express what transpired last night. But it was good.
Sky Blue Eyes - PRP with RuiZhi
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 5:28 pm
.[show me how to lie, i'm getting better all the time].
I hate that little b*****d. I hope he gets what's coming to him. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't! What has he done, huh? Besides whine and be a general pain in my a**.
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
Breaking Barriers - PRP with Nathaniel
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 5:32 pm
.[indian outlaw].
Norman dragged me out to show another student around today. Dragged, yes. Do you realize how hard it is to hobble around on crutches? Hmm? I didn't think so. You are a journal, and you are simply flat, and legless. You have no arms either, for that matter. Sometimes it troubles me that I record things like this. First of all, it's pretty girly. And by pretty, I mean it ticks off my own gaydar. (What the hell kind of word is that? The mall girls taught me that one.) And the other, which might even be more important than the fact that scribbling down daily events bruises my pride, is that someone might actually read this. I think I should learn a second language.
...or put this all on my laptop and burn the evidence. My laptop is password protected.
Now there's an idea.
But this is completely off topic. I had to show this kid around, Canaan somethingsomething, his name was long and he shall henceforth be known as Cane. He is pretty alright, I think. He doesn't talk much, but whatever. That's not a big deal. He communicates in other ways. He is not baited easily, though. I haven't decided if this is troubling, or impressive. Both I guess. I have been readily intrigued, though. He might be a worthy opponent. I am going to meet him again soon to show him the mall. (Hahaha. Like a date. Only not, ahahaha.)
Also, an important note: He knew I was a demon almost immediately, when we met. And he was perfectly okay with this. Much watch that closely.
Survive the Day - QRP with Norman/Canaan ( 3 QRP )
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:23 pm
It's around Christmas. One night, you heard a small noise outside of your dorm room. By the time you opened the door, the mysterious stranger had already vanished, leaving you with a brown, unadorned box at your feet.
Upon opening the box, you found a plushie strangely resembling yourself. Attached with the plushie is a small piece of notecard that says: Quote: To Scyeth:
Merry Christmas! Unfortunately the administrators have been really busy to host a formal event...so here is a small present from yours truely. You have been a great addition to our school, and we truely appreciate you being here with us. Keep up the good works, and have a great holiday!
wewouldalsoliketoremindyoutostopskippingclasses. -w-
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