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Friday, July 18, 2003
12:12 p.m.
In the words of C: Bomb Voyage
So, I'm leaving around 4-ish for Manitoba. I'll try to catch up with you guys whenever I can get computer time, but until then, enjoy your summer.
Worst to worst, I'll be back in 2 weeks.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
10:40 p.m.
Accomplishment. OOoh.
music: Escape- Enrique Iglesias (don't laugh, it's in Spanish... and I know that doesn't make it better)
The good news:
I finished my column.
The bad news:
I wrote about eyeliner.
The worse news:
It's actually funny.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
08:40 p.m.
And then, Suddenly, you're Living Vicariously through a Mongoose...
music:Last Chapter- Iverdale
So, went to the college today. Saw the 2nd act of A Monster Ate my Homework. Am now confused as hell. But these shows never really come together until the last day anyway. At least, they didn't when I was in them...
It seemed weird, you know? Being there, when I had absolutely nothing to do with it. Like going to the Earnest cast party. Fun, but like you're barging in on something.
For Chrissakes, Andrea, it was a kids drama camp. Stop overthinking things!
But I will say, and then smack myself for bringing this up, that it did feel weird to be at the camp et all without seeing Murray around. Hell, I've been flirting with him at these things since before I genuinely had a crush on him. It's strange...
Oh, and I met Mel today, and didn't even realize it until I was in the car afterwards. Hey Mel, nice almost but not actually talking to you. Yes, that twit in the boots was me. Sadly.
Also managed to go for lunch with dad and see his new lawn. Parents without custody are weird somedays. But it is a nice lawn. In a grassy sort of way. He's so proud of it, it's almost endearing. Silly dad.
Got my lashes dyes, and then had my retinas burnt out by cleaning fluid. Now I don't have to worry about accidently impaling myself with mascara brush. A la Vlad. Am also dying the hair again, and am FINALLY running out of dye. Porlly enough left for 1-2 more jobs. Then it's forest green time, baby. ^_^
Also have sunglasses, finally. Early (only) birthday present from mom (aside from Kingdom Hearts).
Now, I go to write next Tuesday's column, rinse out my dye, and teach myself how to use eyeliner.
...the things I do in my free time, hey?
Thursday, July 17, 2003
08:39 p.m.
Ever Feel Like an Ass and Have No Idea Why?
Just wondering...
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
10:50 p.m.
Squee. In a tired sort of way.
music: Bleed- Cold
*sighs* I read all Mel's stuff about TheActrics and I starts to twitch. Gods, do I miss it. It could be sill and stupid and annoying as hell, but it was always fun.
So... I am now somewhat happier. Because my mom actually caved to me pining, and we aren't leaving town on Friday until AFTER THE FINAL PRODUCTION.
That's right, Mel. I'm coming to bother you all.
Anyway, talked to Aurelius for the first time all month. Would you believe I've actually missed that weird, little neo-conservative?
Shut up, Katelynn...
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
12:24 a.m.
GAH!
music: Video Killed the Radio Star- REM
~growls~
It's amazing how you can go from plesant and happy and relaxed to a gibbering ball of stress in FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES!
Was going to answer my email and such tonight, but now I shall go write drabble in which someone is beaten to death in an alley. BAH!
Monday, July 14, 2003
01:43 a.m.
Ergh...
music: Smash- the Goo Goo Dolls
Chapter 3 edited, after much strife and diapers. Am tired. Want sleep. Or coffee. Or Final Fantasy VIII.
Since I've had no time to reply to e-mails (because I suck), Mel I'd love you to beta. And you too, Kay, if you still want to. Will e-mail and talk to you two, respectively. But not tonight. Tonight... we sleep. And giggle over how much of an ass Holden is. (re-watching Chasing Amy can be such fun)
Nights.
And Knights (kn-igits), too.
"How dare you admonish ME, vermin!"
Sunday, July 13, 2003
05:37 p.m.
Instrumental
music: The Radio Still Sucks- The Ataris
So. Cleaned out the baritone. Am wrestling with my busted spit-vaulve on the trombone. PLiers are eeeeevil!!!!!
Sunday, July 13, 2003
12:52 p.m.
Weirded Out...
music: Happiness and the Fish- OLP
Strange random person on AOL keeps 'warning' me. Why? I'm not even smartassing her? T_T* So confused now... weird people.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
01:09 a.m.
Oh!
music: Lovers in a Dangerous Time- BNL
Since I just found out:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY!
If I'd known I would've slashed some Everworlders for you. Damn... maybe later. *^_^*
Sunday, July 13, 2003
12:54 a.m.
Sad, A.
I don't know why the hell I took this quiz. But I do know why I'm posting it,. To piss off Katelynn. HA.
Bakura/Ryou
You're the Bakura/Ryou Coupling. Although this pair
seems impossible, it's actually very
appropriate and balancing. Out of all the
Yami/Hikari couplings, this was best defines
the relationship. Ryou is very soft and and
selfless, willing to give up anything for the
sake of his friends and family. Bakura counters
that with a confident, and dominant attitude.
He is very posessive and seems to have care for
himself and only. But, Ryou is the kind of
person that gives, and never expects anything
in return. Bakura needs someone such as that to
care for, because Ryou is a giver, and he is a
taker. The Yin Yang is their symbol, for the
balance and calming effect of this
relationship.
Which Yugioh Shounen Ai Couple Are You?
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Sunday, July 13, 2003
12:27 a.m.
Lyrics, and a Small, Humble Request
music: The Good Fight- Dashboard Confessional
Firstly, the song lyrics to the Newest Soundtrack stuff:
The Adrienne/Andrinor Song- The Best Deceptions (Dashboard)
The Santha Song- The Good Fight (Dashboard)
The Andrinor/Liaden Song- Scaring Me (BfS)
Anyway, this next bit is a more open request:
I need a beta reader. No, not you C, or K. I need someone who doesn't know what I'm doing for my whole stupid novel and who doesn't know the ending to critique and criticize for me. Anyone interested? I promise I won't get pissy at you if you suggest things.
Any takers e-mail me.Of course, if you hate fantasy, this isn't the project for you. But if you do help me out, I'll be infinitely grateful, and possibly work at a faster rate...
Thanx.
Saturday, July 12, 2003
05:18 p.m.
Yup, I'm back.
music: Russian Roulette- Tsunami Bomb
Vacations are evil.
Writing Survey
1. What's the name of your current project?
The 7th Element. Yes, seven with a numeral. Or, to be more specific, I'm working on the first book, called Storm Warning.
2. What kind of work is it (novel, play, short fiction, etc.)?
Novel series, I suppose. With lots of random fics and drabbles thrown in.
3. How long have you been writing it for?
It'll be something like two years in October-November. God, I'm old.
4. How far have you got in that time?
The rough draft of the first book's finished, and I'm in the process of an edit.
5. Have you planned out the rest of the work?
Yes and no. Technically, it's been planned out since I started. Actually, things just tend to happed, regardless of what I want.
6. Is it going to be a standalone, or could there be sequels?
We'll burn that bridge when I get through the first damn book.
7. Have you written anything else with the same characters?
Yup. I write another universe called Elemental Reality, where my secondary charcters are focused on in a non-fantasy world perspective. Just for something to do, really.
8. Would you consider writing an erotic story based on the work or the character in it?
I kind of have. Well, light R stuff. I don't write erotica, KATELYNN.
9. What would you say are your main influences?
David Eddings, Douglas Adams, Roald Dahl, Gordon Korman, George Orwell, Oscar Wilde, Tamora Pierce, KA Applegate's Evwerworld series, Anime Manga, Norse Mythology, and Lemony Snickett. Yeah yeah, and JK Rowling, too...
10. If you could do a crossover story with another famous author who could it be?
Tamora Pierce. She's not my absolute favourite author on that list, but I think our universes and ways of thinking would probably gel the best.
11. Do you have friends who write as well?
Lesseee... there's, C, Katelynn, Kay, Sam (manga work, but it's still written), Danni-chan, and Vic.
12. Have you ever done a crossover with your work and theirs?
No. I think it could be done, but I have no desire to attempt it. Of course, Dan crosses my work with everything... Stupid Justice League.
13. Ok! So your work's been a massive hit and a big movie company wants to make a movie of it. Whom do you cast?
I want Kevin Smith in there somehow. Though actually, I think Geoffry Rush might be fun as Hardwood, or something.
14. Would you say there are any particular themes/issues that run through your work?
Friendship? Or maybe the idea that true losers often make true heroes.
15. Finally, what do you like most about the work?
The fact that I enjoy writing it, and that I've actually made myself care about my characters. And that it's mine. That's so refreshing compared to fanfiction.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
11:32 a.m.
Good Morning Vietnam...
music: Cigarette- Yellowcard
Greetings sportfans and welocome to Andrea's Vacation, Part One: Rocky Mountain High. Not that I'm going to go get high in the mountains. Just that I'll be high up and, oh, forget it...
So, this is goodbye for one week. See you next Saturday!
Sunday, July 6, 2003
12:25 a.m.
Whew... ~fans self~
music: Made to Heal- OLP
First off, let me just say that I love Bollywood/Hollywood. Tis brilliant and funny. And draws parallels that don't exist between London, Ontario and London, England. Yay. *^_^*
And now, the important stuff. I'm over, cruising the EW site at fanfic and I notice that there are now 3 'R' rated fics right in a row. Two are C/D, and one of them is not mine. Amd then the fic turned out to be 'R' b/c of se-exy sex and.... woah.<-- enough to make you go Keanu
HQPie, you are my GOD. XD ~dies~
And, for those of you who don't care:
You are Sakurazuka Seishirou.
Which CLAMP X Dragon of Earth are You?
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Happiness...
You are Arisugawa Sorata.
Which CLAMP X Dragon of Heaven are You?
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Yeah, that figures... walking the fine line between fun and psychotic. ^_^
Sakurazukamori Seishiro: Psycho, seductive, pure
evil... Ok, so you seem like a nice enough guy,
but underneath you're a real nasty piece of
work! You're just lucky you've got your good
looks and seductive charms! But really, when we
get down to your 'true wish'... you're not such
a bad guy ^_^
Which dark haired CLAMP seme are you?
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Wow... that's 2 times now... I must be a real wack job, hey? Whoo!
You are Corruptive!
Which Stereotypical CLAMP emotion are you?
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Man, batting 1000 tonight, I swear. And I'd like to point out that for the emotion 'angst' they have a picture of Subaru. Rawr.
Saturday, July 5, 2003
12:55 p.m.
Mrrr?
music: If You Believe- Our Lady Peace
AIM users,
Can someone explain to me what it means when someone 'warns' you? ~is puzzled~
Got a 'Slash Archive' request today, and was muchly pleased. Got a positive review on this weird bit of 170-word drabble I posted at ff.net and was muchly shocked (and pleased). Got a reply from Leah on the next column and was muchly pleased and veddy happy. I love this (unpaid) job!
Hm... and that's it.
Saturday, July 5, 2003
12:11 a.m.
I'm Bowling for Soup!
music: Irish Drinking Song- Drop Kick Murpheys
Everyone say it now... "Oi oi oi!"
So, I returned from Warped Tour Calgary about $120 lighter, with...
- 2 t-shirts (Tsunami Bomb and the Ataris--signed by Bowling for Soup and Simple Plan... don't ask)
- A 'This is What a Femanist Looks Like' pin
- A 'Fuck White Supremacy' sticker
- Volume 8 of X/1999 (Subaru! Seisharou! Rapist(!) Fuma!)
- A bracelet (wood beads and green prism-y ones- I love jewellery design)
- The first volume of Uzumaki, a nifty little horror comic which is creepy, surreal and a total mind-fuck. Just ask C, now that was a brain meltdown, eh?
- 2 issues of an American comic called blue monday, which I am now happily addicted to. It's not just that the art is so cool, stylized, manga-ish, and fun. It's not just that the stories are funny, and a little bit punk, and that they make Rocky Horror references. It's also that there are guys in lipstick and eyeliner with cool hair. I heart Victor Gomez.
Anyway, the concerts themselves...
The Ataris were as cool as usual. Which is not very, but in a good way. Thir stuff was fun, and they played San Dimas High School Football Rules, and they were fun. But they played at 1:30 in the afternoon, and we were there until 9:00.
Also veddy, veddy good was Tsunami Bomb, the only girl-fronted band there. They played a nice, really accessible set, told us that the people at our concert had the best hair they'd seen on tour--and their lead singer had really nice hair. She was cool. Anyone interested should go download Lemonade.
Then there were the Dropkick Murpheys, who were a lot of good, Irish-pub fun. But their fans were, well, straight from said pub. There were 3 independant mosh pits going on. THREE! And we kind of got caught in one... Ask K, if you want all the blood and guts on that.
Simple Plan played too. They were fun, and bouncy, and finally almost sound like they've hit puberty. People threw things, some of which they caught. I like their guitarist, I somehow ended up with everyone's autograph EXCEPT his. *sigh*
Less than Jake rocked everyone's socks. I was the only group member who could consistantly see the band (I love being tall). They played History of a Boring Town. I squealed like the little, demented fangirl that I am. ^_____^
And finally, the best show of the entire day-hands down-was that done by Bowling for Soup. They sang the coolest, catchiest songs. They made fun of Toronto. They told us that their Alberta fans were [fucking] gorgeous. They sang Complicated, Justin Timberlake stuff, and I Hear U Callin'. They were hilarious and high energy, and... best of all: They Played A Version of 'I Wanna be Sedated', my all time fave Ramones tune. The Calg. Sun called their style 'Barenaked Ladies Punk'. See? I know what I'm talking about. ^___________^
Anyway, the whole thing rocked, and I had the best people watching experiences of my lifetime.
But the 'best line of trip' award actually goes to something I heard at a mall the next day:
random girl to random friend- "This day was a total waste of makeup."
I Love Roadtrips.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
01:59 p.m.
1/2 an Hour to go...
music: Eve of Destruction- Barry McGuire
For the EW trivia fanatics in the crowd, yes, that is the song Christopher sings in book 6. I know, I know... why do I remember these things?
And as it says in my Imood, I am personally trying to put the 'rant' back in 'coherant'. And yes, I know it's spelt coherent. That's why we're trying to put the rant back in, see?
Self, shut up.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
01:27 p.m.
Oooh! ~makes sparkly eyes~
music: Your Own Disaster- Taking Back Sunday
Everworld slashers unite! We have an *archive*!
Everslash
There's not really anything there yet, but it exists. And that is enough.
1 hour to departure! Yay!
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
01:27 a.m.
Bah... Stupid Slash.
music: All that Jazz- Chicago
So, I finally finished the 5th chapter of Praising the Chorus. Instead of, you know, working on 7th. Bah...
Have never looked forward to editing these early chapters cuz, well, I really don't LIKE Talli. She's hard to write, because she's anytihng but funny, and I have trouble being sympathetic towards her. Kari's chapter, however, will be fun... oh yessss. And Adrienne's? Bwah.
But must finish #2 first. Oh yes. Even if it takes all damn week.
Which it very well may...
Oh, and Kay has a journal! ^_^
Kay's Journal
And... 12 HOURS!
Sunday, June 29, 2003
10:17 p.m.
2 Days... Just keep telling yourself, Two Days.
music: I Won't Spend Another Night Alone- The Ataris
"Serj: He's teaching me how to play pool! ...It's just a few balls and a stick, how is that sexual?! ...Nevermind."
-From Mel's MST
Sam, I like the new layout. And yeah, 8 Women's ending is pretty... something.
Anyway, news:
Redyed my hair yesterday. It's the same two streaks, with deep blue on the bottom and purple over it. Accidentally left it on for an hour and a quarter this time. Incidentally, the label on the container says 'leave on for 30 minutes'.
According to Cheri it's "vibrant". Which is good. According to a random hot guy at 7-11 last night, it is "sweet". Which is even better.
"John: You are one dead bassist.
Daron: As oposed to two dead bassists"
-From Mel's MST
Anyway, I'm still trying to fix up my bios, C. And trying to think if I've forgotten anyone. It's becoming enjoyable, I'll admit. You have no idea how nice it is to be able to tell without showing.
Thinking about going and finishing those and considering my rewrite. But first...
"All: *silence*
Daron: You know-
Serj: *over him* Say it and I'll rip your-
John: *over him* Favorite feather boa!
Serj: -in TWO!
Daron: -animal sex."
-From Mel's MST, which can be found here.
Sadly enough? They sound like us, C...
Lata.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
01:40 a.m.
Ah... those quirky French
music: Teenage Dirtbag- Wheatus
So, I finally saw 8 Femmes, as I have been meaning to do for months now. It was funny, and kind of weird, and twisted in spots. Yay for singing and dancing murderesses!
Seriously, anyone in need of a good sit right now should go rent it. Oh yes. French film rocks the proverbial canoe.
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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Yes! I'm cool! Isn't that graphic awesome looking? Now say it with me... "Mine?"
In other news...
There is one day left until C, Katelynn and I set off for our "glorious" Warped Tour adventure. Oh, speaking of which, it turns out that the tickets have to be picked up TOMORROW or else we have to get them at the gate. And can one of my many Calg. relations get them? Noooo... because you need to bring your CREDIT CARD to the TICKET MASTER. And look, I'm annoyed and TALKING in RANDOM CAPITALS!
EARTH is your chinese symbol!
What Chinese Symbol Are You?
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K, there's this one piece of Kyel/Aleric you wrote that's supposed to take place after the dreamquest--based on that pic I drew you last summer. Do you still have it? I'd kind of like to read it again. As I recall it had a nice feel.
Smith & Wessen .44 Magnum. You are old school. Fat
Sheriff Deputies fancy you. Reliable but not
too practical.
What handgun are you?
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See? That's it exactly. I'm reliable but impractical.
And in my defense, Aleric is more useful in his absence than in his existance. How else could S'rae ever convince Kyel to let himself be used, ne?
You're Transgender Barbie! You're well, there's no
way to describe you. Pick a sex and stay with
it!
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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Ok... so I rigged these results a little. But... it's Ken in a wig... and... yeah.
And now I will go to be before I begin talking about my second series plans. ...one at a time, A...
Friday, June 27, 2003
11:48 p.m.
The Power of Google.
music: Fox- Millencolin
A first look at the kind of thing I want to wear to grad next year (or wear in general):
C doesn't really like this one, but I'd wear it, prolly in the black.
We both like this. But I think I'd rather have it in a so-dark-it's-black hunter green.
Or there's this skirt, but maybe not for grad (though I don't know why not, now that I've said that).
I love this. It's so simply elegant. That in evergreen... man... and they custom fit. Now that'd be great to own.
And this is absolutely beautiful. The color. Man...
A quick note for C. These guys have some very cool corsets: Click Here... I must admit to loving the silver cross brocade one.
Or there's www.corsetconnection.com. Seriously.
On a final note, Torrid.com wins points for having a hot topic-esq 'what's your scene?' bar that actually inclueds my only real scene: Renaissance
...oh. This is why Tania thinks I'm a goth, isn't it?
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
06:39 p.m.
Yeah, that's about it.
And if I thought later, I could say talk about the book, someone's already beaten me to it. And that was horrible English.
And this sums up everything I would've said. Except, I liked Hermy. I like her better in her brilliance or her stupidity. But overall, I just like her a little. Yeah, this book was dark, depressing, bleak, all those things. And maybe it was better for that. Because at the end of it all, there was something. As I stoppd there and read that last line on that last page I knew that everything, every depressing moment and harrowing line was worth it. I think it's all going to be ok.
I think there was hope.
[Edit: The death theory she brings up in that link? I actually said something like this to Dan this afternoon. Weird, ne?
And I wonder at that fandom theory. But it's prolly true. Fandoms really change how you see things, and what you want. I remember feeling the way some people do about OotP when the 12th book of EW came out. Lucky I'm an HP cannon-hugger. Except for Rems and Siri. And they're pretty much cannon anyway...]
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
06:04 p.m.
Thoughtful...
music: Top of the World- Juliana Theory
So, what is there to say when the fire has been put out and the book has been closed and the insanity of 11 hours of reading and laughing and screaming and crying are all over? What is there to say about the new Harry Potter book?
A lot.So much more than I would have expected. I can't say most of it here since my best friend is still waiting for her copy and it wouldn't be fair to accidentally spoil it for her. So I'll be breif.
No book in recent memory has so profoundly affected me. In no other series have I become so attatched to so many people their imaginary world. No book has ever done to me anything quite like what Order of the Phoenix did. And I think I owe Ms. Rowling a vote of thanks for that. This is what literature-great literature is supposed to be made of. It is supposed to make us care so passionately about those it tells about, whether that passion is of hate or anger or love.
So, after all of it, the deaths and triumphs and little, laughable moments in between, what could I possibly say to sum it all up nicely?
What indeed? What else but, "Wow."
And the death scene? Brilliantly surreal. And Fred and George in general? Well, I'd like to say that it was almost worth knowing they're long gone from Hogwarts, just to watch them go...
And just think, there's still two books left.
And a final spoiler for those who have read already and know: Rest in peace Mr. Black. Somewhere in London, there's a werewolf who loves you.
...adieu.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
10:35 p.m.
Ah... Creativity
Hey, Christiana. I think I may have finally designed you a Stephen Trask shirt that I like enough to show you. It's very glammy in a weird, white on grey on black with pink chalk pencil crayon thing. Mixed media, dude. And it's got Freaks songlyrics on it (with special credit given to 'we fuck who we please and do what we chose'. Remind me to send it to you the next time I get near a scanner- as I can't figure out how Michelle's works.
Anyway, I was reading K's old blog spam... er enteries. And I came across a little thing from Ollie's POV after Frell dies. And I thought, what the hell, let's give it a kick... And yes, I am addicted to present tense right now.
Noose
It's a plain brown cord. Nothing fancy, nothing all that strong really. Just a twist of old, fraying rope that could have come from anywhere, been used for anything. Just another cord, only it's not tied around, say, an old post, but instead around a neck.
The human body is such a fragile thing, really. Flesh can be bruised, bones broken, windpipe's crushed with only a little tightening of a simple, unspectacular piece of rope.
And one unassuming cord can cause an entire world to fold in on itself. The way Olander's is. Because it only takes one hanging to kill two people, if you kill off the right person in the first place.
He can hear Davron next to him. Hear the wordless sounds forming in the other boy's throat. Sounds of pain, of loss that can only come with losing your best friend since childhood. Whimpering noises, that seem so close to being screams, despite their tiny volume. It's times like these that he wonders if having five senses wasn't being born with a curse. It's so hard just to watch this, never mind everything else.
Further in front of him is Kyel. Little Kyel, the small one, the weak one. The one that, part of him thinks, should be up there right now. No matter how much he wishes he weren't thinking such thoughts, wanting such things, the truth is still there. And he still wishes the other, younger boy were the one with the cord around his neck. Not Frell. Anyone except Frell.
The smaller boy's shoulders are shaking. He's probably crying-must be crying. What else is there for him to do in such a situation? Except cry, while a line of red drips down his neck and into the white collar of his shirt. He's so torn himself. And it must be so hard, knowing your friend is dying while all the while you hold that stupid cord in your hand.
Olander doesn't care, not really. Where there should be sympathy there isn't. There's nothing. Everything inside him is wrapped up in that old brown rope. Dying. Dead. Strangled to death. Funny how everything is really a reflection of something else.
There are bruises on his neck. It's always the little things you notice. Your best friend, only friend, one true love may be hanging from a wall, but all you can notice is that the cord has left purple marks behind. Or that his ponytail's come undone, and his hair is falling into his face. Or is it, 'It's face'? Is he an it now?
And there is nothing he wants to do more than die right now. Because that's what it feels like anyway. And yet he can't even manage the noises Davron's making, never mind Kyel's tears. All he can do is stand and stare as the spell is finally dropped and smaller boy lets the rope slip from his fingers.
He and Davron both watch as he stumbles backwards, and the body-Frell-falls to the ground. It's strange to see the brunette just stand there and watch as their friend stands shaking in the middle of the courtyard. Strange to see that lack of compassion. At any other time it would frighten him. But right now nothing matters.
He turns to them then, and even from a distance Olander can see the tears on his face. His eyes are red and raw, his hands clutching at his shirt, his face pained and sick looking. He opens his mouth, tries to speak, but only manages a small strangled wail.
When he finally manages to speak, all that comes out is a whispered, "Dav..." He's so close to collapse, it must be so hard to keep from screaming then and there. Olander almost envies him.
Davron finally moves, then. Brought back to reality by his name. Moves towards the blonde, who stares up at him with that painful mixture of trust and pain and exhaustion that's he's seen so many times in this place. Too many? Or is there a point where something like this becomes so normal that it ceases to be anything but routine?
He's not expecting what comes next. Neither is Kyel, which is obvious by the expression on his face when his older friend, their leader, their protector, pulls back one fist and punches him hard in the face.
The little blonde drops to his knees, a fresh line of blood running from the corner of his mouth. There's a look of shock on his face as Davron turns and walks away. And then he's crying openly, brokenly. And all Olander can do is watch. Because what else is there for him to do in such a situation?
What else but watch and wait and stand there emotionlessly while inside he's curled up in a ball and sobbing Frell's name over and over?
What else but nothing? Because that's all he has left. It wasn't supposed to be Frell.
If anything, it should have been him.
In case you're wondering, Kyel's under a one of those nifty little control spells for a good portion of this(obviously). If you think about it, since the whole point of EoD training is to make you so empty inside that nothing you do in the real world will ever hurt you more than what you've already been through, then these guys are doing a damn good job. Davron is an asshole.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
10:15 p.m.
Mine?
music: the people I babysit for have no media player
So, Katelynn wrote herself some DTF. And so I read it (as it's in her blog). And it was all standard, standard, usual Katelynn stuff until right near the end there was this line:
"Did you ever consider that the only thing you can't feel any more is pain?"
And I was shocked. I do beileve, K, that you are growing up as a writer. Good for you. Now just don't listen to the sadist plotbunnies in your head, or you'll end up like me...
Saturday, June 21, 2003
09:56 p.m.
I Am Jack's Biology Loathing
So. I studied. For Bio. I now know all my organ systems stuff again. Which wasn't bad, since that actually WAS review.
Now to teach myself cellular respiration.
...Monday.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
01:59 a.m.
Ooh! Lookit!
Yeah, so. Finally changed the blog layout. Not too bad, I s'pose. Might fix up some things in the AM. As it stands now... going to bed.
Night.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
12:53 a.m.
My Name is Vlad. I am... the Impaler.
music: The Centre of the World- Bright Eyes
So, I went to C's? And there was this movie night? And we watched Mallrats? And Kevin Smith is my god? Ja?
But, more importantly we watched a movie about VLAD. Vlad The Impaler, to be exact. Yes. He impaled things. And he had moments. With 'random desolate townsperson number one' and this other dude, who didn't look Transylvanian. And his wife. And this other random chick in the square, even though they never had a scene together. And people were decapitated. And Samantha and I made crude sex joke upon crude sex joke. And great fun was had by all. I spent most of the evening not being able to breathe.
And we did tarot stuff, too. Turns out I'm a better interpreter b/c I have a better book. My doesn't talk about pomegranets. Damn, eh?
Anyway. I am hyper. I think I'll write random angst-lets. As soon as I'm done this entry. So, in the interest of angst--lata, eh?
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