Head's In The Sky

Writer's Block: Talking Ducks

2009-06-10T00:20:22Z

Happy birthday, Donald Duck! Which cartoon character do you think is the most disturbing?

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The Kikkoman guy if he counts. D: And Shin-chan.

Writer's Block: Gamer's Choice

2009-04-13T20:15:17Z

What is your favorite old-school video game?

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Duck Hunt~~~ :B Frogger was a lot of fun too~~

Writer's Block: Rare Condition

2009-02-13T16:33:27Z

Do you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia or know anyone who does?

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No. I don't. I think it's a pretty normal day. XD; I really don't understand why people are scared of Friday the 13th in particular. I think it's all in their heads. :'D

Writer's Block: Morning Decisions

2009-01-12T04:19:12Z

The eternal breakfast dilemma: Sweet or savory?

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Oh...............I think sweet. Usually I'll eat strawberry & creme oatmeal, or french toast sticks. Sometimes cereal.

Though occassionally I'll eat toast and bacon, but mainly it's sweet stuff.

Oh! And I eat doughnuts at college since they have them their. XD;

Writer's Block: Resolved

2009-01-03T09:55:39Z

A lot of resolutions, from the mundane to the truly ambitious, are being made today. What are your New Year's resolutions? Do you think you're likely to stick to them past the month of January?

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My resolutions include the old stand-by: to lose weight. I hope I can stick to this!

Another one is to learn all the names of everyone in Super Junior! I've listened to them for awhile now and I know some names, but the only one I can do name to face with is Henry. 8D; I think I'll stick to this because my sister will harrass me if I don't. :>

That's all~ XD

Writer's Block: Top 10

2008-12-24T04:45:50Z

It's the time of year for "10 Best" lists. What's on your personal 10 Best—events, movies, music, anything—list for 2008?

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10 Best Everything

1. Musekinin Hero - Kanjani8
2. The Dark Knight
3. watching Yukan Club
4. having a 4.0 GPA
5. seeing Dir en Grey live
6. having my CD signed by Shinya and Toshiya
7. getting into Bones
8. getting into Psych
9. Bolt
10. French Club

Writer's Block: What Kind of Wonderful?

2008-12-21T03:09:51Z

A lot of people love the film It's a Wonderful Life. Some people find it to be not so wonderful. Do you have a favorite holiday-themed movie? And if so, what is it?

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My Favorites:

The Nightmare Before Christmas
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas (both 8D)
Joyeux Noel

I hate A Christmas Story mainly cause they play it all the damn time around Christmas time. D:

Writer's Block: Crepuscular Drama

2008-11-21T21:32:39Z

The Twilight movie comes out today. A lot of people are really excited about seeing Bella and Edward on the big screen. Others couldn't care less. Where do you fall on the issue?

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I fall under the couldn't care less. I don't understand how this took off as well as it has. I'm also not interested in ever reading the books or seeing the movies. I just think it's just not worth my time, especially since I really don't have much time to read books as it is. =/

Writer's Block: Fright Show

2008-10-24T03:35:30Z

'Tis the season for scary movies. Some rank The Evil Dead as the best horror film of all time. What is your favorite scary movie?

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Favourite scary movie. That's a hard chose. I like a lot of scary movies. *A* The ones I can remember now would be Reincarnation, Frontier(s), Audition, Ju-On, Signs (I think it counts anyways XD), and The Haunting.

Oh! And Amityville Horror (the remake, haven't seen the original :'D)

I really can't think of anything else. ;A;

Stolen Heart

2008-06-14T02:18:49Z

She had once loved

But that was gone

Gone like yesterday

Now she could never love

But she could pretend

Liebst du mich?

2008-06-12T04:54:11Z

Restart

Rewind action

They say third times the charm

Now is our chance to prove it right

Redo

Short Story Project

2008-05-11T23:35:02Z

Title: Watashi wa eigo nicht sprechen/Je ne parle pas ingles
Pairings: OFC/OMC
Rating: PG-15, I guess
Summary: A story about unusual thieves and one that falls in loves. And.......drama! :'D ~~really lame summary.~~

Day 29 (May 2, 2151)

10th Meeting of the Secret Society for the Destruction of Every Language (But English) Otherwise known as SSDEL(BE)

We have finally concluded discussions on how to rid the world of Other Languages. We have settled on a course of action that we shall put into action in two weeks time. But we have chosen a lengthy process; we have given many discussions about this. This is the best plan of action that will produce the results that are best for Earth.

The Present (Year 2173)

It was dawn and the sun was rising, casting light on the SSDOL Secret Compound of Thieves. Even though it was early morning, the place was a buzz of SSDOL members and some of the small group the called Angels, at least, unofficially. Officially, they were the Saviors of Mother Earth from Other Languages, SMEOL. Some of the older members of society, who were not too fond of them, called them Sméagol, but no one understood why. They were still arrested, it sounded insulting.

The rest of the members were still asleep in their bunker. One in particular was sleeping soundly in his bed, until he turned and hit the concrete floor below. Cursing under his breath, Sam stood up. He caught sight of his alarm clock; he realized there was no point in trying to get more sleep. Today was a mission giving day, so they had to be up and out earlier than normal. Today’s mission day was the most important of all. It was the day the program went international and to see if their abilities worked on those that did not speak any English whatsoever.

Sam remembered clearly the day SSDOL had told him and the other children what their mission in life was as he prepared for his day. They were to steal any language that was not English. They had all laughed, there was no way that that could have been true. No way at all.

They all had thought that until the teachers had brought in an immigrant from Mexico, who spoke in broken English with the occasional Spanish thrown in for words that were not known. They had picked Mike to show theme they could steal languages. He had barely touched him and suddenly, the man could not speak Spanish. He could only speak his broken English, though it was obvious that he tried and tried to speak Spanish. But he no could not. They had all looked at their hands in awe, wondering if they all really could do that. He had been seven.

The next few years had been devoted to teaching them how to control and use this power, with deportees as guinea pigs. By the time he was twelve, the Program to Preserve English had begun.

They started with immigrants in the major English speaking countires, America, Canada (Quebec having been an extremely difficult time), the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa. They had then taken care of any foreign staff at those nation’s embassies and had just taken care of other nation’s embassies in those countries. He was now twenty-one.

Now was the real test. To see if people who did not speak English could be affected.

Sam was glad he had been born a boy as he left the bunker after he had got ready and reminisced. The female SMEOLs had to teach English to the Blank Pages, as the higher-ups called them, at one of the many Centers for Bettering Mankind. That was boring. Stealing was exciting, something that gave you and adrenalin rush from. Teaching English did not give that feeling.

They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them were their friends disappeared to.

Three Days Later

Sam placed his belongings on his new bed in the sleeping quarters of the Tokyo Center for Bettering Mankind. He was a little disappointed, but he knew he would have been sent here to Japan. They had not been officially been assigned languages, but they were given the same language time after time. As usual, he wished he had been given different languages to steal, but he knew he would have gotten just as bored with any other language he had been given.

Even though he was bored of this language, he would never attempt to steal any other language. He had seen the consequences. Once there had been a girl, she usually stole French, one day she stole German because she was bored. The after affects had not been pretty and she was currently in an insane asylum. He did not want that to happen to him.

The sun set and he went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be busy.

Same woke up with the dawn and prepared for his day. At 7:00 AM, he was out of the door and already stealing the Japanese language.

By noon he had stolen the language from hundred of Japanese people. He was probably one of the few people grateful for the crowded trains and crowded streets of Tokyo. Now though, he was not feeling so good. He had a massive headache and his mind was racing all over the place. He also noticed that it was almost as if he was trying to latch onto the strange Japanese letters and understand it. Kanji. Hiragana. Katakana.

Sam blinked as those words entered his mind. He knew they were not English, but Japanese. And he knew what they meant. But why? How could he possibly understand this language when all he spoke was English?

They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them where their friends disappeared to.

By the end of the day, his head was pounding ferociously. He did not know if headaches normally hurt this bad or not, he had never had one before. He felt he should probably tell the doctors, though there was a voice telling him it was probably better if he did not tell them. Something bad was happening, that voice was telling him.

He walked around for a while before sitting down on a bench in a deserted playground. He needed rest, he told himself, and quiet. He would not get that at the Center. Even more so because of the new classes that had undoubtedly seen filled thanks to his work.

A young girl approached the bench he was sitting on, almost automatically. She did not see him there, which he was glad for. He did not want to talk with this headache he had.

His wish, though, was not to be granted. The girl looked around and spotted him and jumped a little in surprise. She blinked a few times as if she were thinking, then she seemed to have made a decision as a shy smile crossed her face.

She was cute.

“Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”

“Ore wa Sam. Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”

“Watashi wa Reiko. Doko ni sundeimasu ka?”

“Watashi wa Amerika ni sundeimasu. Doko ni sundeimasu ka? ”

He mentally cursed himself. That was such a stupid question to ask. It was obvious from the fact she spoke Japanese and that she lived here that she was from Japan. Wait, if she was speaking in Japanese, which meant he was as well. How was that possible?

She laughed before she answered: “Watashi was Nihon ni sundeimasu.”

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before she asked. “Ogenki desu ka?”

“Genki desu.” He paused. “Ogenki desu ka?”

“Maa maa.”

“Mhm.”

Once again, an awkward silence pervaded the air. The girl, Reiko, checked her watch. She got up suddenly and turned to look at him. “You speak good Japanese. Jya ne.” She walked back the way she had come.

Sam leaned back and stared at the sky. He was confused, to say the least. He had never taken a Japanese class, they were forbidden now. So why was it he understood what she was saying and could respond back?

He decided it was time to head back and get some sleep, and to never mention what had happened to anyone. He felt something bad would happen if this were to be known.

The first sign had appeared.

For the next several weeks, Sam continued to have evening conversations with Reiko. With each conversation, his Japanese got better.

He also noticed his improved Japanese in the fact that he could understand the street signs. This made his work easier, when he actually did it. He had been slacking off lately because his headaches were increasing. It felt like such a bother to do the work, and he was starting to believe that stealing languages was necessary and that in fact, it was actually quiet stupid. He never would have been able to fall in love with Reiko if he did not speak Japanese.

It was in the fifth month that the second, and last, symptom appeared.

He had just gotten back from Osaka via shinkansen, his thoughts in Kansai-ben. He was working on his monthly report when he noticed he was not writing in English. He was writing in Japanese.

He balled that form up and got a new one. Again, he wrote in Japanese. On his third one, he forced to write in English. He was alarmed to discover that he forgot words. Key words that he had used everyday. It was only with the help of an illegal on-line Japanese-English dictionary that he could write his report.

When he was finished, he burned the first two. There was to be no evidence that he could understand Japanese. Uneasiness accompanied him to sleep.

The next day he spent all of his time in the park. He did not feel like doing his job. During lunch hours, he saw Reiko approaching the bench. She saw him and smiled.

“Ogenki desu ka?”

“Maa maa.”

“Mhm.”

Suddenly, he did not know what came over him, but he said “Aishiteiru.”

Reiko blinked at this sudden news and stared at him for a long while. Then she nodded her head and said “Aishiteriru.”

Sam smiled widely for the rest of the time Reiko ate lunch. When she left, he decided to head back to the Center and to sneak in and grab his belongings. He was going to get an apartment and have a normal life and, eventually, marry Reiko.

They were there. Waiting for him. As soon as their monitors showed signs of movement in his room, they went in. They tackled him to the floor and dragged him out to the van. They forced him in and sped away.

The other SMEOLS took his belongings and tidied the room up for the next one. Less than fifteen minutes had passed when Alex, the new guy, entered the room. He set down his belongings and took a nap, wanting to rest after his long flight.

He did not wonder who had been here before him. He was not even curious as to why he was being sent here months after the program start date. He just fell asleep, thinking of ways to steal Japanese and grateful for the crowded trains and streets of Tokyo.

Another Story

2008-04-27T04:06:18Z

Title: Can I Buy a Vowel?
Pairings: OFC/OMC kinda starting........I guess
Rating: PG
Summary: Possible conspiracies, possible love, and possible creepy future. o.O

Raknmra wrote down the words she needed to buy when she made her daily visit to the Language Remindorium. As usual, the words began to disappear from the paper. That was alright, however, as it was special paper the Remindorium gave out that they could scan so they knew what words they could give.

Why did they buy words, one might ask. Well, what Raknmra and the others learned in history class was that a while there was languages, more than one. Strange ones like German, French, Italian, and even stranger ones like Chinese and Japanese, to name a few. But then, in 2105, the scientists noticed a strange phenomena, people were forgetting their languages.

The scientists had been quickly set to find a way to step this, but to no avail. Then, one lucky young man (who is now forgotten as many stole his idea before Kenneth Mannswell said he came up with it) that words could be put into pill form and taken so that it was remembered. Mass production was soon underway. There was one slight problem. These were Americans and spoke English. They did not have the technology, or the desire, to create pills for other languages. So now, everyone just spoke English. Or as it was now know, Earthian.

The Language Remindorium was the best, and only, place to purchase the words so desired. Business thrived as people bought words they needed and had forgotten daily.

There was a dark side, however, to these Word Pills. Take too many and you went a little crazy, as that word was said over and over for the rest or you lives. Or never being able to speak again. Raknmra saw this everyday as she worked at the PPWFW.

After she had purchased the words, she made her way to the nearest food place and sat down to eat. A strange man soon sat beside her at the counter. Raknmra felt her curiosity, which she was infamous for, peak.

“Hello,” she said. (For she had run out of “Hi.” and had not taken any yet.”

“…Hi,” he said shyly.

“Raknmra is my name.”

“I’m Josh.”

“Josh? That is unique. I have never come across those letters in such an arrangement before. I have seen some interesting names before.”

“Um…yeah, it’s not a bunch of letters strung together like your’s is. It’s a real name. From Before.”

“What are you talking about? No one has names like the Before ones. Most women stop taking the Word Pills, the doctors say they have to. It might ruin their already fragile speech skills.”

“Do you really believe that? It’s just lies spread by the government. People weren’t forgetting words. It was just the government’s way of further controlling people.”

The other patrons started to move uneasily. The owner moved to the back.

“That is silly. They would not…”

“Is it silly? You said my name. It was from the Before. Pills aren’t made with any names.”

“I…I……I do not…” Stop saying ‘I’, she thought. You will run out for today. You can not take more than the daily dose. But, said a small voice, he said it is just government control. If he is telling the truth, than surely you should be able to say whatever you want to say. But…! You never know, the other voice butted in. Give it a try! “I…Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Where I live, none of us have taken the Pills.”

“You have never taken the Word Pills!” she said in shock.

“Nope. Never have.”

See, the other voice said triumphantly, he is right.

“Can…can people who have taken Word Pills…learn to not depend on them?”

“Yes, my grandparents did.”

“How…?”

Raknmra was cut off by the PPWFW Control Crew that burst into the food place. Two leaped at Josh and cuffed him.

He said nothing as he was dragged out of the place. He just stared into Raknmra’s eyes. Daring her to try. Daring her to forget.

One of the PPWFW Control Crew had recognized her and came over to her. “Thanks for stalling him. He’s been a tough one to catch.”

“Sir, what if he is right? What if…”

“Don’t tell me you believe what he’s saying?

“Well, there is a chance that he was telling the truth.”

“Highly unlikely. The government wouldn’t lie like that.”

“He said he had never taken Word Pills.”

“Aye, some say that. He probably overdosed on them. You see it all the time.”

“Not like that.”

“You know it’s not the same for everybody. That must be how it affects him."

“Are you sure? You did not even test him.”

“Forget what he said. Stop asking questions. He lied.” He then walked back to his crew and went out the door.

Raknmra stood there. She was lost and had no way to find the truth.

Idea book - 15/02/08

2008-03-22T22:09:54Z

Title: The Chase
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Chases and evil scientists, w00t! >3

She was running. Where to, she didn't know. She was running. Away from that. Far away. She was running, fast. The faster she ran, the further she got away.

Also, least likely for them to catch her.

As she ran, the images of what she just witnessed ran through her mind, counterpoint to her running. How she wished it never happened. How she wished she could take an eraser and make those pages blank again.

Soon, the images and her legs weren't the only thing running. The water streaming down her face felt warm compared to the cool breeze pushing against her.

A stitch started in her side and quickly the pain spread and her breath left her. She felt she had gone far enough, so it would be safe to stop. Huffing, she plopped down by a young tree fresh with new growth. Leaning against it, she just let the memories flow. Sobs soon were wretched from her throat.

Bad mistake. Was that the snapping of a branch? Or was she hallucinating?

A deep boom resounded. Was it...? No, it was thunder. Just thunder. Then, as suddenly as her tears had begun, water cascaded down from the sky. She felt that the heavens were crying with her. At this thought, a laugh escaped her mouth.

The sting of a needle hit her neck. Slowly, a freezing feeling engulfed her mind. Blurry, shadowy figures, mixed voices, then all gone.

The limp form picked up and whisked away. Vital for experiments. Key for their success.

The storm picked up strength. The winds howled, the heavens boomed, and the skies cried. The young tree, full of life, ripped from its home.

Villanelles

2008-03-22T21:54:19Z

Silver breaks the glow of light
Tenderly he evokes a scream
Creeps down into the dead of night
Hope strengthens, begins to grow bright
The mind plays tricks, it's a dream
Silver breaks the glow of light
It feeds his hunger, her fright
How wonderful it works, his scheme
Creeps down into the dead of night
It slowly enters into her sight
Hardy, able, it gives off a silver gleam
Silver breaks the glow of light
His blade nicely chops her height
Slowly it begins to form a red stream
Creeps down into the dead of night
A smile brought by the bloody sight
Lays massacred by the dying beam
Silver breaks the glow of light
Creeps down into the dead of night

Tis a sight most rare
A dance with the sun's ray
To think one would care
The light begins to flare
Breaks upon the sad bay
Tis a sight most rare
Man emerges from his lair
Humble, what can he say
To think one would care
Nature's joy fills the air
Her love spreads to start the day
Tis a sight most rare
A hand through his hair
Work will call him away
To think one would care
Bright sun is Nature's glare
To a machine go they
Tis a sight most rare
To think one would care

It was just a slip
He called her a whore
Their love begins to rip
It hit her like a whip
She left weak and sore
It was just a slip
He tightens his grip
Broken promises they swore
Their love begins to rip
Tears start to drip
He says she's become a bore
It was just a slip
He goes away on a trip
Leaves the one he used to adore
Their love begins to rip
She gives him some lip
Feeds fire for their war
It was just a slip
Their love begins to rip

A cinquain

2008-03-22T21:41:24Z

Blank Paper

Too white
I need to write
Something, anything; no!
Blank page stares back at me, unloved.
No ink.

Cinquains

2008-03-03T00:53:44Z

The ones in blue are assigned topics~

That smell
Dancing on air
How it brings me pleasure.
Not all agree, disgust over
My socks.

Oh my!
Did you see that!?
Oh! How did that happen?
I don't know, I studied all night!
Red 'F'.

I had
Already done
All the homework there was
And the New York Times crossword, all in
One hour.

Collective Haiku post :D

2008-02-12T21:32:39Z

Haikus all around~ Most are contemporary.

Why did you do that?
Destroyed my favourite show
I'm mukamuka

Waiting for someone
Quickly adding up the price
Thank you for coming

Fly to Germany
Want to drink warm German beer
It's in September?

Sound from deep within
There is no laughter at all
Do I need practice?

Day in and day out
This fountain forces its way
In unwilling minds

How did you get in?
Who are you? Please go away,
I said go away!

Where is my Sherpa?
It is night, it is snowing
Being alive good

Flashing lights, pulsing
Beat dances through me, feelings
Rising to the top

The lane full of death
Naked limbs rattle in the
Screaming wind of snow

Getting warmer, I
see a falling sun, why is
it falling? Ka-Boom!!

Cherry blossoms free
Leap for joy, spreading joy to
All spring time babies

Frozen gales beat on
My window pane sending me
back long years ago

Renga

2008-02-12T21:20:45Z

Title: Renga - Oceans to Sappy Love Poem
Rating: E for EMO

Different colors show change in author. :'D

Sunlight shimmering
Glancing off deep blue water,
Cool breeze floating by

I go for a swim
The waves breaking on my back
till night approaches

The stars appear now
Moonlight piercing through the cloud
I watch the day fade

It is day to day
New start to begin
The sun is bright

Too bright hurting eyes
Colored dots ahead of me
I can't find my friend

I hope she is there,
Waiting for me somewhere near,
Pain, my deepest fear.

Am I without her
Not just here in this cool place
But in all of life

Ocean's mystery
If she will return to me
on another day

Wait for a lifetime.
Just to see your face, need her,
something missing, empty

Bottle up old love,
forget the despondency
throw it out to sea

Did you see how it changed? DX

Idea Book self entry 2

2008-02-04T22:31:49Z

Title: A Strange Encounter
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat.

"Mary Lynn?"

"Hm......"

"Mary Lynn!"

"What!?"

"Who is that?"

"Are you serious, Aryalynn? Everyone knows who that is," came the agitated reply.

"Well, I'm not everybody! ....So who is it?"

"It's Lord Cavelway!"

"Lord who?" as the head tilted sideways in a confused manner.

"Lord Cavelway. He owns half the country. And, rumor has it, over 75% of the seats in the Gamoot."

"Rumor also has it, that Princess Salynn is mooning over him," Diana Chareston said as she walked over.

"Hello, Diana," Mary Lynn said through gritted teeth. "Why have you come over here?"

"That's a silly quesiton," Aryalynn quipped. "You're always saying she's a gossip, she must have heard us talking about Lard What's-his-name, and feels the need to talk about him."

"Aryalynn!"

"A gossip, huh?" A hand coming up to rest on her hip. "If that's all you think of me, then I'm going to go and not tell you what I've heard about Lord Cavelway and the murders of Arlington." With that, Diana huffed away.

"Aryalynn, your brilliance amazes me." Sarcasm dripping off every syllable.

"Really!" exclaimed cheerfully. Mary Lynn face palmed. "Anyways, does the lord always dress so?"

"From what I know, yes."

"But it's......so strange."

"I know."

"Why are you so mean to me?" Large puppy dog eyes emerging.

"Because........oh, not the eyes!..........oh, because sometimes, well most of the time, you act like a complete ditz!"

"Oh...well.........."

A young man dressed in clearly hand-me-down clothes approached the two well-to-do young ladies.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked Mary Lynn.

A questioning look traversed his body. "Fine. I feel like dancing." The two took off to the dance floor.

Being left alone with no one to distract her rude staring, Aryalynn's eyes latched onto Lord Cavelway yet again. For you see, he dressed in a peculiar way. his suit had many bright lights to it, making him brighter than any Christmas tree, brighter than any Vegas casino lights. Aryalynn, being the silly ditz that she was, could not help but to stare at him.

Feeling the sudden urge to make use of the facilities, she rushed off in that direction. Upon exiting the lavatory, Aryalynn saw something shiny down the darkened hallway away from the party. Her curiosity devouring her, she set off towards it. Onward she went, despite this little nagging feeling growing inside.

After the third turn, Aryalynn realized that the shiny was being pulled along. The nagging feeling roaring in her now, she turned back and tried to find her way back. But not having paid attention to where she was going, she ended up getting herself even more lost.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no. What am I going to do! Mary Lynn will have at me! The......."

She broke off, seeing a bright light.

Lord Cavelway, she thought. Surely he shall be kind enough to help me back to the party.

With this new purpose in mind, she set off in the new direction, but now a sinking accompanied the roaring.

"Lord Cavelway? ............." The scream brimmed.

A flash, a thunk. Red flying, legs folding in on themselves and a loud plunk.

Lord Cavelway pulled out his monogrammed kerchief and rid the blade of its terrible deed. He pocketed the blade and kerchief and went through a door and to the bright lights of the party.

Emo Love Poem #1

2008-02-04T01:08:52Z

Title: N/A (I need to think of one. D:)
Rating: I don't know o.o;
From my creative writing Ideabook~

Up, down
Stumbles felt, reeling
Spilling black blood on the pages
Sharing soul, telling life
or selling my soul?

Feelings in, feelings out
love or hate
Liebe oder Hass

Can I say it another way?
Can I tell you another way?

Listening careful
Breath, heartbeat gaining faster
Foot steps croaching
deep breath
...Liebst du mich?

Answer obvious
on the floor
trickle, trickle
slowing down

WACC - Chapter 17

2007-12-23T23:29:26Z

Title: When an Auntie Comes a Callin' (17/??)
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: The challenges the other shinigami face with Hitsugaya. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the following story. Except Eleanor. :D

Hitsugaya let out a moan of discomfort. His head hurt. He didn’t know why. Oh, wait….he did. It came from all the sugar he had been eating lately.

“I’m not eating sweets ever again. I feel like crap.”

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a strange room he had never seen before. He also had no clue how he had got there. Hitsugaya pondered on how he got in here, when he remembered it was Urahara who had locked him in here. He did not appreciate this, and decided to punish Urahara.

How he was going to punish Urahara, he didn’t know. First, he had to get out of this room. Problem, the door was locked.

So Hitsugaya started to make plans on busting out of the room.

--A Little While Later--

Hitsugaya heard voices. More specifically, Urahara was one of those voices. He hoped Urahara opened the door, because he had a brilliant plan on what he could do to him.

Hitsugaya got close to the door so he could listen to what they were saying.

“So, is it time to check on Hitsugaya-taichou again?” asked Tessai.

“Yes. I can’t believe his been out this long. Although…” Urahara paused, “I suppose it is better, as he won’t attack me. Since he seems to like getting revenge on people. I wonder why?”

“That’s true. Maybe it’s in the way he was raised. ….What are you going to do if he is awake?”

“I don’t know. Well just have to wait and see”

Hitsugaya knew it was soon that Urahara would enter this room, and he had thought of something brilliant.

When Urahara opened the door to the closet, it was like walking into a freezer. Right away he knew that Hitsugaya was awake. What he didn’t know was that ice was slowly starting to form on his body.

“So, you’re awake. That’s good”

“Yes.”

“So……..what are you going to do now?”

“Leave.”

“So………you’re not going to do anything to me?”

“No, I am. In fact, my plan has already worked.”

“What………” Urahara looked all around to see if there was some sort of hidden trap that might do something to him, but as far as he could tell, there wasn’t any. Then he looked down. He saw the ice almost to his chest and still growing. "...the fuck? You're covering me in ice!? When'd you do start that?"

"A little while before you entered. It needed to be the right temperature for this to occur."

"Do you have some sort of issues that we don't know of?"

"No, what makes you say that?"

"You like to take revenge on people."

"And how does that mean I have issues?"

"I don't really know. It just doesn't seem natural, that's all."

"Well, I don't. I just don't like being messed with. Good bye." With that, Hitsugaya left Urahara as the ice stopped just below his chin.

--A Short While Later--

"I wonder how things went with Hitsugaya?," a concerned Rukia asked.

"Urahara can handle himself," said Ichigo, "his shown he's perfectly capable before."

"True....."

"Hitsugaya-taichou!" Matsumoto exclaimed, a little surprised to see Hitsugaya walking around.

Hitsugaya paused in his walking to look at his fellow shinigami, plus one. "What?"

"I see you are back to your old self?" Everyone peering forward to see if he really was sugar-free.

"Yes."

"That's good, " she said as everyone gave a sigh of relief. "We were a little...."

"Afraid of me when I was on sugar?" Hitsugaya supplied with a smirk.

"Um......yeah, basically."

"Hey, um, where's Urahara?" Renji butted in with.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him since I left the room." Where he still is, but they don't really need to know that. "Why haven't you two dyed your hair back? It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Oh......uh.........." Ichigo and Matusumoto started.

"Don't tell me you actually like what I did to your hair?"

"No!"

"So then, why?"

"We....haven't gotten around to it yet," Matsumoto said nervously.

"Sure. Anyways, I'm going to head over to Orihime's."

"I'll go with you! I'd promise Orihime I'd help make something." And to make sure Eleanor doesn't give you anymore chocolate. We do not need a repeat performance. "Bye~"

The other shingami decided to leave as well, with Renji tagging along with Rukia and Ichigo so he could learn the true power of this 'Internet'. None felt any reason to not trust Hitsugaya, and how very wrong they were.

--With Urahara--

"Help?" He questioned, unable to move at all, although he did think he had a little more neck movage, since some of the ice had melted. He looked out the doorway and saw something he didn't want to see ever again, nor did he want to see it this first time.

"Tessai!," he cried out in shock.

Tessai gave a start and turned towards the disturbance. "Urahara! What happened to you?!"

"What do you think?" the sarcasm practically oozing out of him.

"Hitsugaya-taichou got you back for locking him in here. I shall help you."

"Um.....yeah, about that, could you do that when you're in you're normal state of dress, because I can't bear to stand this sight any longer than necessary."

"Of course, sir."

lol~ theatre class X3

2007-11-09T23:17:23Z

Title: The Adventures of Bob Boberson
Pairing: Bob/drag queen unrequited
Summary: This is the story of Bob Boberson's trip to Germany and his encounter with gay Germans.
Rating: T for sexual refrences, violece, alcohol, and death
Disclaimer: Bwahaha!! I owns this.
Author: Dani Pegoda & me
Notes: This is a script!!! And is written in script format!!! You have been warned.

BOB

Bob is looking at the sign, thumbing through a German dictionary.

Where is this word!? …I can’t find the freaking word! Ya know, these signs are really confusing.

ULRICH

Ulrich walks in

Hallo. Wie gehts?

BOB

Frowning

Ich uh……speaka uh……….nicht……….uh……..Deutsch? Ich bin Amerikanerin. (sigh)

ULRICH

Oh. You are an American. Doof Amerikaner.

BOB

Talking slowly with hand gestures

I need to get to a bar. Do you understand BAR!?

ULRICH

A bar! Vhy don’t you go vith me? I am going to a bar.

BOB

Cheesy Smile

Heck ya! I want some of that Deustchen beer. TOGA!! (do arm movement)

ULRICH

Confused. Whispering

Deustchen? Toga? (louder) Um……..yes, beer.

BOB

Yelling/Chanting

TOGA! TOGA! GO BEER!! LETS GO TOGA!

ULRICH

Is even more confused

Let’s……let’s go. This way. (points to the left)

BOB

Confused

We can walk…………I’m an idiot. (pointing left) TO THE BEER!!

ULRICH

Yes, ve can valk. It’s not that far. (whispers) Ja, du bist ein Dummkopf. (starts walking)

BOB

Making conversation

So……….what is it like to be a Nazi? I hear it’s kinda cool here………..(rambling) I wonder what else there is to do here?

ULRICH

Vhat!? I am not a Nazi. There are no Nazis here anymore!! Hitler is gone and ve haven’t believed in his ideals in a long time. Did they not teach you this in America? (angry hand gestures)

BOB

Turning quickly to hide embarrassment

Uhh………..uh…………………uh………………I think (confused) I was………….(eureka, an idea) SLEEPING! Yeah, that’s it…….sleeping. (changing subject) So where’s this bar of yours?

ULRICH

Stops abruptly

It’s here.(points at door behind him) Vait………they let you sleep in school?

BOB

Shrugs

Yeah, we don’t do anything and still pass. Let’s just drink beer. (opening the door)

ULRICH

Really? I vish ve could do that here. But it is not the case. (enters bar)

The bar is dimly lit. It is quiet, with random bursts of loud singing. Everyone is dressed in bright colors. They’re friendly and there is strange dance. There are no women present. BOB and ULRICH are off in a corner, talking.

BOB

Shocked

Woah! Dude, your bars are strange………….where’s the chicks!?

ULRICH

Confused

Strange? How is it strange? ……..And vhat do you mean? ‘Chicks’? Chicken do not coming into bars in Germany.

BOB

Explaining in a tone that makes one look like an idiot.

You know, chicks, chicas, fillies, hot mamas…………….(sees Ulrich’s confused face) Uhg……….DUDE THE GIRLS!!! (in an angry tone)

ULRICH

Has a revelation

Oh…………..A girl! Vhy did you say that from the beginning not?

BOB

Idiotically

Dude, I thought I did? So, uh, what kind of beer is good here?

ULRICH

Confused

No, you did not. You vere talking about chickens.

BOB

Angry

Drop about the dang chickens…….I want some BEER AND GIRLS!

ULRICH

But you vere talking about chickens. If you vant beer, go and get beer. (points at counter)

BOB

Angry

I thought I told you to drop it! So uh………does…………..that guy (points at barkeeper)……….uh…….does he speak English?

ULRICH

Oh. Yeah….he doesn’t. (shakes head)

BOB

Disappointed

He doesn’t……….(gets angry) Then how am I gonna get a beer!

ULRICH

Say, “Ein Bier, bitte” (says as if the most obvious thing in the world)

BOB

Oh……..Okay. (walks over to the counter) Uh……..ein Bier,………uh………bitte.

Barkeeper gives him a beer. ULRICH walks over to the counter too.

ULRICH

Ein Bier, bitte. (gets beer)

BOB

So………uh…….back to my first question. Where are the chicks?

ULRICH

And I told you. Chickens can not come into bars in Germany. Do chickens go in bars in America?

BOB

Dude, I told you. Chicks are girls. (annoyed look) And…no, chickens don’t go into bars in America.

ULRICH

If it means girls, vhy do you keep saying ‘chicks’?

BOB

Cause it’s what we Americans do. Yeah! (fist pump)

ULRICH

Ah. But ve are not in America. Ve are in Germany.

BOB

SO?

ULRICH

So……ve don’t say ‘chicks’. (as if this is obvious)

BOB

And I don’t care. So, where are the girls?

ULRICH

Well……..(not sure if he should answer the question) Fräulein Sally…..is over there. (points at a ‘girl’ further down the counter)

BOB

Alright. About time I get an answer outta ya. (turns to look at where ULRICH is pointing) Whoa! That’s a chick!?

ULRICH

She’s not a chic……..Right, in America it means girl. Um……..yes, she’s a ‘girl’.

BOB

Staring in a confused way

That’s one heck of a girl! (eye shift)

ULRICH

Yes, she is! (beams)

BOB

Chugs beer.

Ok, so do you think I gotta chance with her…….guys got needs you know? (whispers)

ULRICH

Uh, yeah…..I know. Um…..probably. I’ve heard she hasn’t been vith anyone in a vhile.

BOB

Grins

Sweet, easy catching………….wait (turns sad) She can speak English, right?

ULRICH

Yes, she speaks many languages. So she can have more opportunities.

BOB

Depressed

Oh………she’s the smart type. (sarcastic tone, walking towards her, then turns back to ULRICH) Great!

ULRICH

No, she’s only good vith languages………..and other things, so I heard.

BOB

Happy

Awesome! (He reaches SALLY and stops abruptly and turns to ULRICH with a look that reads “Should I?”)

ULRICH

Yeah. Sure! (beams)

BOB

Taps SALLY on the shoulder

Uhem…..Frauline Sally?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Turns around

Ja? Was machst du?

BOB

Hesitates and has a confused look

Que?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Como estas?

BOB

Thoughts straining

Uhhhhhhh……wwwhhaattt??? Ich uhhhhh ein…..hmmmmm Am..er..kan..er…in!!!

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Stares at him strangely

Du bist ein Amerikanerin? Wirklich?

BOB

Screaming slowly

I AM AMERICAN I SPEAK ENGLISH NOT GERMAN NOT SPANISH ENG-LISH! (hands gestures)

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Then why didn’t you say so? Hello, I’m Sally. (smiles)

BOB

Stares at her.

I thought it was obvious, ya know? I’m..uh Bob. (holds out hand)

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Stares at hand, then shakes it

Hello, Bob. Forgive me, I should have known you were an American. Your accent………is not the same as us Germans.

BOB

Naw, ya don’t have to apologize. So, uh……how’s it going?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

It goes me good. How about you?

BOB

I’m pretty good. A little confused. This is my first time in Germany and all. (shrugs)

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Really? So what have you done so far?

BOB

Well, I just got in this afternoon, so I haven’t, ya know, done much. Had some brats, and ya know, checked into my hotel. Don’t really know much about Germany, ‘cept it’s got some pretty good beer.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

There is more to Germany than German beer. You should check out the Brandenburg Gate, go to Potsdamer Platz, go to the Reichstag (which is simply divine), and go shopping at KaDeWe. In my opinion, which is highly valued, let me tell you, this are some of the best places foreigners should check.

BOB

Surprised there are things not involving beer in Germany

Really? I’m might do some of that. So, uh…….what about Oktoberfest?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Stares at him

Oktoberfest is in Munich, which is in southern Germany. We are in Berlin, which is northern Germany. And……..Oktoberfest is over until next year. (says as if talking to a small child)

BOB

Confused and hopeful

But I can take a train, or ya know, drive on the Autobahn. Which I hear you can drive any speed you want to.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Sighs

Yes, you could have. No, you can’t drive as fast as you want on the Autobahn. Some parts have speed limits, and there is traffic. And I just said that it is over.

BOB

What? But it’s called OKTOBERfest. It’s OCTOBER. It should still be going on.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

The weather down there is pretty tricky. So it starts in late September and goes until the first Saturday of October.

BOB

Ah, man. That sucks. (disappointed) I really wanted to go.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

You can always go next year.

BOB

True. Anyways……so, what do you say to me and you hooking up later tonight?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Conflicted

Uh……….sure, why not.

BOB

Yes! So, uh………when I leave, you just come with, kay?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Alright.

BOB

Walks back to ULRICH, with a triumphant smile.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Follows BOB, without him knowing.

BOB

Yes! See man, that right there is how we Americans pick up chicks.

ULRICH

I noticed how there seems to be a different. You’re very blunt, are you not?

BOB

Well, it doesn’t matter. Ya know, whether it’s fat chicks or ugly broads, they’re just looking for some action, so long as you are looking their way, they’ll be willing. (smug look)

ULRICH

Confused and uneasy

‘Broads’? What are they?

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Glaring at the back of BOB’s head

BOB

Oh………uh……..chicks.

ULRICH

Oh. Is it an American custom to make fun of people you are playing to sleep with?

BOB

Make fun of? (confused) I’m just telling the truth. Did you see that chick? That is one ugly chick. (FRÄULEIN SALLY is getting very angry and shooting death glares at BOB) She’s so ugly, she looks like a dude! Almost as ugly as those, ya know, drag queens that think they’re beautiful women. Are all German chicks this ugly? If it is….maybe that’s why you guys have such good beer. Cause I know once I’ve got a few beers in me, even the ugliest broad looks pretty.

ULRICH

Shocked

Uh…….. (interrupted by FRÄULEIN SALLY)

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Excuse me! Ugly!!! You are a disgusting pig!!

BOB

Surprised. Turns around to face FRÄULEIN SALLY.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not a pig. Your mama must have been, cause you are ugly.

FRÄULEIN SALLY

Shocked and murderous

W…….why………you…….. Gib mir das!!! (Points at the vodka bottle the barkeeper is holding. Barkeeper gives the bottle to FRÄULEIN SALLY) Du bist tot! (Smashes the vodka bottle on the counter and rams it through BOB. He dies.)

I like margaritas :D

2007-11-09T23:09:09Z

Title: Courage to Drink
Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Summary: Percy gets distracted, then goes drinking with Oliver. :D
Rating: uh........T? For homosexual content and alcoholic refrences???
Theme: goodbye_and_hi theme #9-bravery (hello)
Disclaimer: Totally don't own any Harry Potter characters.

Percy heaved a deep sigh after glancing at the clock on the wall. It had only been a few minutes since he had glanced at it last, so he didn’t understand why he thought the clock would be further along than it had been last time. He just wanted to get out of work as soon as he possibly could, which he couldn’t quite understand. He liked work, and forms, and all the things everyone else found boring, or so he made everyone believe. He usually worked past the clock, but today…there was just something different about today.

After many, many more glances and sighs, it was the time Percy was generally supposed to go home for work, but usually didn’t. He placed all his things neatly in his brief case and left, ignoring the odd glances he got from the others leaving work. They were just as surprised as he was. He never left this early, ever.

Percy entered his plain apartment and put his things done and went into his bedroom and donned some Muggle clothing. It was far more comfortable than his Ministry robes, not that he would ever admit it to anyone.

Percy sat on the edge of his old sofa and pulled his brief case towards him. He took out the unfinished paperwork and dipped his quill in the ink and prepared to make some headway. After a few minutes, he realized with a start that he hadn’t started to do anything and had only gotten large ink droplets onto the paperwork. He re-dipped his quill and prepared to start again, but nothing relevant came to mind. He just could not concentrate on the work in front of him, and he didn’t understand why. He had always been able to concentrate and write amazing reports, even on the amazingly boring subject of cauldron bottoms.

He sat back in his chair and thought about good ways to gain back his concentration. Eventually he decided he would go on a walk. It gave him time to think things over, and perhaps fresh air would help.

So he left his apartment, and walked. Just walked. To where, he didn’t know, and to say the least, didn’t really care. He just forced himself to think of the one thing that had been distracting him from his work: Oliver Wood.

Someone pulled on his arm. He started to reach for his wand when a familiar voice said “Hey Perce, do you have a thing for ignoring me? This is the second time you’ve done it,” said Oliver.

“Wha…No, no, of course not. I was just thinking and didn’t hear you.”

“Is that really all there is to it?”

He sounds………hopeful? Why? “Yeah, that’s all there is.”

“Good. I was starting to think ya might hate me.”

“Hate you, oh no, I could never hate you.” It’s quite the opposite, really.
“That’s good to know. So what are you doing out here? From what the twins say, you’re usually still working.”

“I’m walking. And how would the twins know my work schedule if we’re not even on speaking terms?” Percy said hotly.

“I dunno. They probably just guessed, based off the fact that you like working.”

“I am not that predictable!”

“You kind of are.”

“I am not.”

“I knew you were going to say that.”

Percy shot Oliver a glare. “Anybody would.”

Percy started to walk faster, trying to get away from Oliver.

“Hey Perce! Don’t be like that! I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything,” Oliver said as he tried to catch up to Percy. The tall red head moved a lot faster than others might think, Oliver included.

“Not trying to be rude? Well you were. That’s not something one says in polite conversation.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but you know it’s true.”

“So I like working. What’s so wrong with that!?”

“You don’t have any fun.”

“I have plenty of fun, working.”

“Do you really?”

“Of…..Of course I do.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes,” Percy said a little hesitantly.

“You don’t seem all that sure of it. You know what I think. I think you convince yourself that you like working and that you have fun doing it.”

Percy winced. How was that Oliver always saw past his little charades? “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said dismissively.

“Oh, I think I do.”

Percy just cocked an eyebrow.

“Otherwise, if you loved work as much as you claim you do, you’d be working and not out here.”

He winced again.

“So, what do ya say to going and get a pint with an old school friend,” Oliver said joyfully, throwing an arm of Percy’s shoulder.

Percy started to worry. A drink? With Oliver? What if……… if I let something slip? Tell him I like him, in a more than friends way. What if…… Oh, stop being stupid, you weren’t put into Gryffindor for no reason. Just go on and accept the offer, a little voice told him.

“Sure,” Percy said bravely.

Oliver let out a triumphant sound as he dragged Percy to the nearest pub.

Theme #13

2007-11-09T23:00:30Z

Title: Wishful Thinking
Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Summary: Percy thinks back to the last time he saw Oliver.
Rating: K+.......perhaps a little higher
Theme: goodbye_and_hi theme #13-Last Time (goodbye)
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.

Percy opened the door and entered his dark apartment. Oliver had insisted on taking him out to eat after he had bought the book for Percy. Percy had tried to convince Oliver that it wasn’t necessary as he wasn’t hungry, but he had always given in to the Scot because of his accent. It was one of the things he….liked…about Oliver.

He turned the lights on, which revealed a rather plain living room to the left and a sterile kitchen area to the right. He had tried to make it cozier, but that had only succeeded in reminding him of the Burrow, and his family. Which was something wanted to avoid entirely.

He sat on the old sofa he had purchased. While it was old and dirty, it was highly comfortable, though it wasn’t helping him feel any better, like it usually did. He placed the book on the table in front of the sofa and put his face in his hands and let out a deep sigh.

His thoughts turned to the last time he had seen Oliver. It had been when the graduated from Hogwarts. They had said a polite goodbye, as they weren’t as close as they could have been, and had gone their separate ways. Ways in which the two boys would not meet, as Quidditch and politics didn’t really mix all that well.

Percy thought he had grown out of his schoolboy crush, or teenage hormones, or whatever one felt like calling it with that goodbye. It was quite obvious, painfully obvious that he hadn’t. Perhaps he truly did feel something………No, there was no way he was going to allow his mind to wander there. If he did, he would just get his hopes up, only to come to grips with the crushing reality that Oliver did not like him in that way.

He let out a sigh, stood up, and slowly made his way to his bedroom. He took of his glasses before falling onto the bed. Percy then proceeded to curl into a ball and slip into sweet dreams about one Scottish Keeper.