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 Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 1:55 pm
Journal Entry # 1
My name is Marin...it's short for Marinka ko Shikara, which is in the old Kionese language. It means Snow Leopard of the Silvermoon clan. My mother gave me this name when she adopted me. That was...well I think it was seven years ago. I'm twenty-one now, and living on my own in America. I live in a small city, named Wichita Falls, in the state Texas. I don't know if there are penthouse apartments here, but I live in a little house in the east side of town. The neighborhood would be dangerous for anyone but me, but I'm Kionen. We're a race of powerful beings, me especially. I'm one of The Seven, a group of guardians that live in Kion but also protect people as best they can in other countries. Thanks to us so many terrorist attacks were thwarted.
I suppose I should take a little time explaining why I'm here instead of in Kion like the rest of my group.
The leader of The Seven is my mother, her title is Death. Sadly, her mother and father and grandfather all hate me, so they used their political power to get me basically banished from Kion. My mother is effectively a Queen of our people, but we don't really have any kind of real royalty or anything like that. Still...my mother loves her family andme, so she was having a hard time. She fought for me though. Unfortunately, once it was out that her parents didn't like me everyone else didn't like me. I had to leave or risk getting attacked or something! Now I live as a citizen of America and I try to protect people in the small city I reside in. Things could be worse, though. I could be my Uncle Sayu, who also fought for me. He's been banished off to Japan, where he grew up. He's so far from my stepfather, his twin. The two are miserable from what I can tell during Skype calls. They miss each other terribly. Once I get the money to go back to Kion, I'm not going to just let those assholes do this to my Papa and Uncle Sayu. I'm going to...'tear them a new one' as American's say.
Well I suppose I should explain more about my life here, now. I'm sure anyone who reads this once I'm gone will be curious about that. Well...maybe...if not, who cares? I'll be long dead and it won't bother me any.
I work as a waitress at a nice little bar. It's called the Green Sun. My boss is nice, my fellow waiters and waitresses don't tease me for looking different, (which I'll detail later) and the tips are great! When on my day off, I go around town on my little Vespa Scooter thingy and take photos of places. There's this building that used to be a petshop that has this huge painting of a parrot on it, and then later on people put a train on another part of the building! Plus, down the street there's a painting of an eagle in mid-flight! There's also some pretty landscaping done in this town. It's nothing like the beautiful forests and such around Kion, but it's a good attempt at mimicking the splendid places around there. At least, I think they're trying to mimic Kion's landscape. I don't know...
I also love to draw and sing, and I go to a studio to dance every week on my day off after going on a photography spree. When it's raining I just sit on the roof of my house and enjoy the feel of the cool water on my skin. People yell at me to come down before I break my neck or something, but I just wave them off.
So...enough about me. Let's talk about The Seven.
The leader is my mother, Kathana. Her title is Death. Her second in command is my aunt Mage, whose title is Resurrection. Then there's Ame, my sister. Her title is Destruction. Wisp is her twin, with the title being Healing. Next is my Aunt Saana, whose title is Memory. Second to last is my big brother, Saika. His title is Time. Lastly there's me, and my title is Pain. I'm sort of the Envoy between the normal people and the guardians. When they need our help I talk to the others and get the problem-solving started. Each title comes with a load of responsibility and power. It's like Spider-man's uncle said, with great power comes responsibility. Mom takes this very seriously, and scolds me when I mention the comic book reference. It's kind of funny, the look on her face!
Um...I don't know what else to cover...I've never actually done this journal thing before, but my therapist says it'll help me express my feelings better and teach me to relax a bit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 4:28 pm
Journal entry # 2
So today I tried to find an activity to do around other people. My therapist, Julie, thinks I should interact with people out in public. I hated this idea and didn't put a lot of effort into it at first, but as I tried I grew to like the idea of being out of my house...it surprised me, really. Now I go to a gym every week. My trainer's a nice chick, really. She's calm and relaxing, unlike most of the other trainer's in the gym! She takes good care of me, being gentle. I'm a little crippled-ish, since my accident. oh...I didn't tell you about that did I, Mister Journal? Yeah I got in an accident on my little Vespa scooter. I was just riding along, safe speed and everything! But this person decided to open his car door while I was going past his car and I rammed into it cuz my scooter's breaks kinda suck and I went flying through the window and my scooter damaged their door. I had to pay them for damages even though I'm the injured party here!
I had tons of little lacerations and my shoulder was popped out of socket, and I rolled and sprained my frickin knee! I had to go around on a crutch for a few days and for a few MORE days I had to have my arm in a sling! When I talked to my Mom on the phone, she was furious. She said I should have fought them in court! But honestly I have plenty of money thanks to her giving me a weekly allowance plus my job as a waitress so I just thought it would be easier to make this go away if I paid them!
Annnnywhore, I go to a gym now, Mr Journal. And next door to my job, The Green Sun bar, there's a nice little coffee shop where I take my breaks. One of the young baristas there is a nice kid. His name is Greg Barlow, he's taller than me and is funny when you can get him to actually talk! We made a promise to each other to look out for one another. He's had problems in his life, like me. I found out recently when he was a kid he was addicted to drugs, but forced himself to get support and get off them. I'm really proud of him, finding this out. I understand going through troubles like that. When I was a kid I used to travel a lot with my Uncle Sayu. Not for fun, though. We were trying to find a place in Kion that would accept me, instead of blindly following my maternal grandparent's desire to get me off my home continent. I was effectively banished from my home. I'm never going to get to see my little brother and sister grow up. I won't get to celebrate promotions for my older siblings in their jobs, I won't get to hug my father, uncle or mother. All I can do is send letters, e-mails, skype or talk on the phone. Long distance, y'know? I miss them horribly...I even have nightmares about losing them altogether....
Welp, this journal entry's getting a little depressing. Today was kind of a good day, actually. I got some really good tips at work, probably cuz of what I was wearing. The men that go to the G.S. Are pigs, really. They hoot and howl at every one of the female waitresses. I usually don't bother with them, but when they get grabby I threaten to jam a two-by-four down their throats and out their asses. My therapist believes this is counter-productive to my progress in becoming social again....
Well! Perverts aside, today was awesome. I did my weekly exercise with my trainer, Terra, and then hung out at Jason's Java for a while, chatting with Greg while he's on break. I actually got a smile out of both of them, doing my dead-pan comedic routine! All in all, I'm very pleased with my progress into becoming a social animal.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 5:01 pm
Journal entry # 3
It's raining today. Pretty hard, too...I spent my morning before work sitting on my roof and letting the cold water just soak my every fiber. It was just such a wonderful feeling. The rain here tastes different from the rain back home in Kion, but I like it. Kinda tangy, you know? Ah, well. It's still raining right now, by the way, Mr. Journal. I s**t you not, it even knocked out the power. My house has been struck at least once, but my lightning rod kinda saved my house from destruction. It's dark right now, but thanks to my trusty flick-your-bic lighter and the lanterns I have around my house, I can light up the place and enjoy the ambiance. I'm writing right now because...well...I'm bored to tears. I'm serious, too. I'm so bored I banged my head lightly on the wall for a couple minutes. My laptop's available but what would I do on it? I don't have any games I like to play, I prefer my books physical, I don't have any friends over the internet and I get nervous in chatrooms and online RPGs.
So yeah, I'm writing in here again. I know it's silly but I find this a good use of my time! I guess I could clean my house, and I could put my Ipod on and sing and dance while I do so!
But, wait, with the dark I could trip over something and hurt myself...damn. Yeah, I'm just writing what comes to mind now.
Work was heavily boring. No new customers, the usual's not coming in probably cuz of the rain. My boss was touchy with everyone, yelling at us at the drop of a hat. When on my break I went to J.J., but Greg wasn't there! None of the others at work like to hang around the weirdo with wild hair and strange tattoos. Oh, yeah! I'm covered in markings that announce who I am to other Kionen! It's a culture thing, you wouldn't understand Mr. Journal, you're a foreigner. Well...that was horribly rude, I'm sorry Mr. Journal, I'm getting snippy right now in my boredom...
Hey, did you know that Snow Leopard's like me live in high altitudes? I guess it's a good thing my house is at the top of a hill! I guess being kind of an animal spirit colors my behaviors. My mom likes to steal shiny things, lives surrounded by tons of people(which are her 'pack') and tends to like eating chickens! My dad hoards shiny things, like a proper dragon. I dunno what my little brother and sister will do. They're still babies, I think...I don't remember their birthday anymore...
s**t, I'm letting my own thoughts get me down again. I think I'll listen to a song Greg suggested, something called Stray Italian Greyhound by some band called Vienna Teng. I think it'll be pretty good, he's never failed to show me good music yet!
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