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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:50 am
Heh, Okay I won't be suprised then.
And cool (To the conversation above me)/
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:16 pm
Lookit me, I'm still alive! *dances* Anyways, I royally gave up on that picture of Pyro. But the good news is that I have 3 pictures drawn of him, and I still draw him every so often. Even better news is that I have a new story! Tis about Luminor and Jetsam. I've been meaning to write it for forever, so here it is! (white type due to thread rules)
~
Luminor lazily flipped through the pages of an old issue of "Dark Décor" magazine. In front of him, being blocked from Luminor's view by the magazine, Jetsam giggled every so often, clicking through internet pages on his laptop. After 3 hours of trying to avoid the rest of the band, Luminor was beginning to realize his mistake.
"Why do you keep making that noise?" He demanded, slowly putting down his magazine. Well, Jetsam's magazine, to be more exact.
"Which noise~?" Jetsam replied, his attempt at being cute failing royally.
"That squeaking noise. It's not proper." Luminor gracefully got up out of his chair (Jetsam's chair, to be more exact) and came to see what Jetsam was 'squeaking' at.
"It's called 'laughing', dearest. And I'm laughing at the wonderfulness of this website." Jetsam motioned to his computer screen, giving a side glance at Luminor who had to bend down to see what he was talking about.
" . . . . 'Neopets'?" Luminor squinted, not sure if he was seeing the right thing. It was all . . . yellow, and brightly colored. Cute animals were all over the page. "What is this?"
"Waddaya mean 'what is this'? It's this site where you take care of these little creatures that you adopt and it's really fun and—"
"It's pointless. It's not even real. Tigers don't even look like that. And they certainly wouldn't act like that either. And what is that?" Letsam squinted even more at a furry creature on the screen. It resembled a rabbit, of sorts, but it had a line of blue fur around it's neck. It's face was drawn into a happy smile, it's eyes closed from the joy radiating from it's features. " . . . Puffy_Darling?"
Jetsam shifted in his chair. "Yeah. . . It's called a 'cybunny' and that's what I named it. Isn't it cute? I was sooo lucky to get it, it's a 'limited edition'." Jetsam spun his chair slightly, pleased with himself. "And I have this other account where I have another 'limited edition' pet!" Jetsam typed away, logging into his new account. Luminor's eyes darted quickly between the screen and the keyboard. Jetsam didn't notice.
"See? I totally got my name from this! It's called a 'jetsam'. It's like a shark-thingy. It's soooo rare, I don't even have to brag." Jetsam again spun on his chair.
". . . 'Sir_Not_So_Cuddly'?" Luminor once again questioned the sanity of his boyfriend. "Why do you even bother with meaningless things like these?"
Jetsam gasped. "Meaningless?! They are not meaningless! It's fun." He huffed, clicking through pages to log into his previous account.
"I see. Well, while you're reverting back to your early stages, I shall be heading home. I'm sure they're bored enough without me anyway. And they probably have invaded my room again. Did I tell you that Kiro lent me Prototype? It's almost better than Pyro. Certainly works better with those other disturbances." Luminor clearly sounded impressed with the idea of having Prototype as a guardian of his room.
"No, no. I wasn't informed. Not like I really care. Last time I was over there, Prototype bit me." Jetsam pouted. He still had that mark from where Prototype 'attacked' him.
"It didn't bite you, dear. It was merely . . . seeing what you tasted like. I really must be going; I feel brain cells evaporating already." And with that, Luminor swiftly, but gracefully, made an exit.
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Three days later. . .
Luminor was calmly clicking through pages on his computer. He had been quite busy lately, taking care of 'personal business'. It was also a good excuse to get everyone else to leave him alone. He was just about to equip his brand-new cybunny with the ultimate cybunny lazer, when his cellphone rang. Sighing, Luminor answered the call.
"What is it, Jetsam?" He could recognize the phone number without even seeing it. Or maybe it was just the ringtone.
"You wouldn't believe it! I totally got hacked! They totally raided my whole account! And they took my Puffy_Darling!" Jetsam was clearly in great distress. In the background there was the not-so-faint sound of laughter and "Dude, you really need to get a life!"
"I don't know what you are talking about. I have absolutely no idea. Your loss. I don't even care. Why should I care? I don't care. Why are you even phoning me? I'm busy. I'm always busy. Why do you even phone me? You have Sebastian over there, why don't you talk to him? Stop calling me!" Luminor slammed the phone down dramatically, then remembered that slamming doesn't work for cellphones. Calmly, he pressed the 'end' button and set his phone down on his desk. With the silence back, he once again returned his attention to his new cybunny.
"I wuv you, Puffy_Darling~"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 6:23 pm
That was so insanely cute.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:22 pm
^ ^ Thanks. I've always had the idea that Jetsam got his name from Neopets.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 1:02 pm
Dude, I used to be addicted to Neopets. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:09 pm
Me too. ><
Which reminds me, won't the Advent Calender be starting soon? If there's one thing I remember, it's that! In grade 3, I would wake up really early just so I can get the Advent Calender item before I'd go to school. x] My username is Ravenflier, what's yours? rofl
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:26 pm
I had three accounts and all I remember was that one of my usernames was lpchiquita_banana. Because I was obsessed with Linkin Park for a while. I don't even remember my passwords. lol.
And I know what you mean about the Advent Calendar. That was awesome. I prefer the real ones though. MMmm German chocolate....
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:34 pm
Yet another story about Kiro, Strify, and . . . pinecones? Read on! ((White type))
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“What is it?! What do you want?! I can’t stand it anymore!” I threw my book across the room for added drama, although it wasn’t really needed. I was on the edge of insanity. Kiro had been staring at me for the past four hours and it had been just killing me. He just sat there, not saying anything, but looking at me. You know that evil look where you fold your hands together and tilt your head down, but look upwards? That’s the exact look. You have no idea how well he can pull it off. I swear he got lessons from Luminor. “Stop looking at me!”
He didn’t even flinch. “I thought you liked people looking at you.” If anything, he just narrowed his eyes a bit more. A true Luminor look. It was unnerving.
“Well not that much! Stop it!”
“But I’m not doing anything.”
“Stop looking at me! I can’t take it! You’re mean!” I curled further into the couch, looking between my fingers at him. Still staring. “You want something. I know you do. But you’re just doing that to bother me. To worm your way into my brain. Like Luminor. You both want a spot in my brain. I know it.” Kiro gave me a confused look.
“Well actually . . . No, not really. . . Nope, I don’t really want anything.” Kiro smirked and only slightly looked up when Shin’s demon flew by, squawking. “But I am enjoying watching you. Have you seen yourself some days?”
“I’ve seen myself everyday, for your information. But I don’t have to put up with this! I’m going to hide inside my room until you leave me alone.” I got up and walked down the hall. “And you’re the only one who heard that.” I could practically see the triumphant look on Kiro’s face, burning a hole through my back. He’s doing this on purpose to me, I just know it. Probably because I broke one of his Tatu cds last week. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t one of those limited editions ones, but I can’t be sure. But then again, he might be getting revenge for when I kicked Shin’s demon! That thing doesn’t even deserve to live in this house. It doesn’t know how lucky it is. Or maybe Luminor ran out of pins and he asked Kiro to do something equally as terrible! Or even—
CRASH!
I quickly turned the corner to see my bedroom door slightly open, and Shin’s horrific pet hopping out of the room. It had a piece of glass in its beak. It made a clicking noise at me and snapped the glass in half.
“Bella!” Shin came running from down the other hallway. He picked up his beloved pet and carefully brushed the pieces of glass off of its wings. “Did you get hurt, Bella? You have to be more careful! Oh, hi Strify. I think Bella might have broken your mirror. It’s not a big deal, right? I’m sure she was just trying to figure out who the other owl was in the wall. Weren’t you, Bella?” That atrocious creature made another clicking noise and fluttered out of Shin’s arms. Bella-Morté. I can’t stand that stupid creature. I hate owls!
“Shin, learn how to control your pets. If you can’t, I’m going to eat Bella.” Shin looked a bit worried at this threat; he knew that I would follow through with it. “But since I know you’re going to make it up to me, why don’t you go try to get Kiro to stop looking at me?” I tried giving one of my “I’m the boss” looks, but it failed.
“I thought you liked people looking at you.” Shin wondered out loud, and Bella whistled a response to that.
“Well I don’t like people looking at me that much! Now go away!” I stormed into my room, hoping for a bit of tranquility. Which was futile. My whole room was filled with . . . pinecones? Actually, I wasn’t too surprised. Someone had been leaving more and more pinecones in my room for a good two months now. I was more disturbed than surprised. Everyday, the pinecones have been getting larger and more in quantity. Another thing that was driving me to insanity. Actually, it was more of paranoia. No one would admit to leaving them there and who in their right mind would leave pinecones? It was the middle of spring too! Where would they get pinecones?
Carefully, I managed to move all of the pinecones out of my room. Through the window. But once again, I have succeeded to have the worst timing in history. Just after I finished heaving out the last pile of pinecones (There were 96 of those stupid things!), I heard a voice from below shouting “You monster! I swear, the next time I see you outside, you cave beast, you’re going to have some explaining to do! And I’ll be sure to have my purse with me! You remember the last time, you monster!” This was the final straw. I was at my limits end.
“You old hag! Why don’t you have someone else to bother?! Don’t you think I have enough problems on my own?! Leave me alone for once in my life! Just wait until I call the police—” I was almost done with my speech when I suddenly had the feeling that someone was standing behind me.
“Calling the police wouldn’t work. One of my friends is related to the police chief.” I turned quickly, jumping back in surprise. Kiro was examining a pinecone that I missed, standing no more than 2 feet away from me. “Did you get another squirrel into the house?” I growled, straightening up so that I towered over him.
“No, I did not get another squirrel. Someone keeps shipping pinecones by the truckload into my room. It’s getting a bit old, actually.” I had my own ideas about who was sending the pinecones.
“Well, you just have a nice time thinking about all the people who might be your enemy. Pinecones aren’t that threatening, but imagine what they could come up with next. If you add up the mass and area of 100 pinecones, you could get something pretty destructive. Say. . . Another owl?” Kiro smirked, and left me alone with my fears. Owls. Two of them. In this house. To come after me.
I spent the rest of the night thinking about that. And the rest of the week. Every time I’d come back to my room, there’d be a new stock of pinecones waiting for me. 47 slightly bigger ones, then 35 moderately larger ones, then 21 significantly more obese ones. But the end of the week, there only had to be 8 pinecones to fill up my whole room. They were about two feet high and one foot wide. Of course, my mind was out of control. What would come next after there were no more pinecones?
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I had been wandering around the streets outside for a good 5 hours before deciding to face my fate. I calculated that today would be the final day for the pinecones. Through the darkness, I slowly dragged seconds into minutes. Everyone had left to go somewhere, so it’d be only me tonight. Maybe there wouldn’t be any pinecones. Maybe I’d finally be safe from their evilness, almost as evil as owls. This was obviously a plot to destroy me. Something to get to my limits end, and finally make me fall into oblivion. And it was working.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I had reached the house and I knew that I’d meet an even worse fate if I stayed out here. The old hag. She’d be after me in no time. I could take on that pinecone! It was only one pinecone. Only one . . .
The key clicked in the door, and I quietly slipped inside the house. Everything was really dark. Pitch black. And silent. Not a noise. Slowly, very slowly, I descended down the hall. I could see my bedroom door from here. It was closed, just the way I left it. But it seemed too innocent. There wasn’t anything to suggest that someone had broken in and left the most massive pinecone that I could possibly imagine. It was just too innocent. A deep creak made me jump. I knew I couldn’t see anything through the darkness, and the light switch seemed like a million miles away. It’d be quicker just to get to my room. Just to face it. What’s coming to me. Whatever was left for me this time. Time seemed to stop as I fit the key into the lock. In slow motion, I turned the key until it clicked, turned back, and pulled it out. Whatever was on the other side of this door would surely be the final slip into insanity. The last thing that I’d be able to comprehend would be the pounding of my heart. I’m sure the whole world could hear it; and they’re probably leaning forward to watch it explode. I took a deep breath. It was shaky, but it was something. Lightly I gripped the door handle. This was it. I couldn’t delay any further. The last day. The end to these terrible months of an infinite amount of pinecones. This was it. The door made a ticlik sound as it opened. Holding my final sane breath, I peered into the room to see . . .
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everything was the way I left it. Nothing had been moved at all. The house creaked again, but I barely took notice of it. That was it? Nothing else? There was no big finale to end off with a bang? No, this was too good to be true. But just as I was ready to laugh it all off, I had that sudden sense that someone was behind me again. But of course there couldn’t be.
But of course, there was. I could just make out a dark shadow standing at the opposite end of the hallway outside my room. It didn’t move, just stood there. My heart froze. The color drained from my face. I could see my life flashing before my eyes. In one smooth moment, the figure took something out of its pocket, carefully aimed, and threw that something at me. I screamed louder than a rocket taking off. Something between a terrified cat and a wailing siren. I knew what it was before it even hit me. A pinecone. My heart went backwards. My mind reeled. The pinecones. The prickles of the terrible pinecones.
“That’s for 5 years ago!” I heard the figure announce angrily before everything went spinning downward and slightly to the left. But like they always say in the movies, the world got brighter just before my mind shut off temporarily. Kiro stood, arms folded, looking down on me, triumphantly grinning. At least it was better than a smirk. But he was still looking at me . . .
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:53 am
Omfg, that was the best thing I've read in a while!
Hahaha pinecones....
And I loved the Lumi references. rofl
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