You Shouldn't Have To Fight Alone

[GENERAL] Next thing I know the truth will rise and fall

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:38:20 GMT

WHAT THE FREAK

Two weeks off and BAM! school = work work work. Wow, that made sense. In short, I'm being bombarded with work to do for school and it's killing me. Three tests a day and numerous quizzes for most of the week! I can't wait to get caught up, get in the normal ebb and flow, but it doesn't look like that will happen anytime soon.

I hate history. Like, I really, really hate American history. Although I'm an American and proud of it, I am absolutely disgusted about many of the things we as Americans have done right from the initial getgo. Right now, we're studying the election of 1824, for instance. Andrew Jackson. I absolutely abhor Andy Jackson, because of his Indian Removal Act, which forced the Native Americans onto their various reservations. The act bestowed the government with the power to move the Indians anywhere they chose, seize all the riches and valubles this land provided, and switch territories at any time. Yeah, you people just LEFT England so you could be FREE and now you're doing the EXACT SAME THING. What.

I guess it's true: America is the best country ever stole. Natives out there, I love you and understand. If I decide to go to college in Arizona I'm going to spend a lot of time on Indian reservations. :D

[GENERAL] A ghost tried to approach me and got leery

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 23:27:42 GMT

GUESS WHAT
September is almost ended, which means October is almost here, which means it's almost time for my favorite holiday in the universe: HALLOWEEN!!!

My family is huge on Halloween; we always go crazy, hosting this enormous party the Saturday before and creating elaborate costume themes. Each year I make my own costume. This year, I'm going as Naminé.

In addition to Halloween, Houston is hosting Oni-Con '08! Now that I can drive I'm hauling myself over there this year. I've never been to an anime convention and can't wait to go; we've assembled a big group to split costs and such, and I'm driving myself nuts making my costume. It should be a lot of fun.

OF COURSE, due to the hurricane, the con has been moved to December. But oh well... I have more time at least.

I love Halloween. It's the only good thing about the end of summer. I miss the 98 degree temperatures so much; being from Houston, I am freezing if the temp falls below 90 XD

More later. Ciao.

[FANFIC] Show me what it means

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:40:03 GMT

So, being stuck inside the house with nothing to do, I've basically been writing and drawing up a storm. It's not very good, but what can I do?

The basic idea for this fic actually came to me in a dream. One of the most vivid dreams I ever had, too... I hope I can accurately convey the fervor in words (yeah right). This is a Marluxia/Larxene fic. I love the pairing, and there's so much that can be done for them. Hope you enjoy!

ANYWAY, info:
Title: Show Me
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Marluxia/Larxene, Naminé
Rating: eh, PG
Warnings/Notes: Angsty? Sort of? Can you blame me? :D

The crashing sound of his footsteps could be heard from a generous distance. They scoured the hall in rushed, feverish sequence, tapping harshly on the ornate glass floor. Hands blindly groped the walls, touching every identical door until they found the one he was looking for.

"Naminé!"

Startled, the Nobody jerked her head up. His voice was high and sharp, quite unlike the usual haughty tone he used. Naminé cringed involuntarily as she slowly looked up into the furious face of Marluxia.

"Naminé," he said again, the words rushing almost as if in desperation. Naminé shrank back, no doubt fearing this sudden "rage" her captor was in. But Marluxia never touched her; he only shook his head wildly, desperately trying to tranquilize his racing mind. "Naminé. I need you to do something for me," he barked in a monotone, attempting to regain his usual composure.

"M...me?" Naminé's voice broke.

"Take your pencil." The blue of his eyes seemed to scorch, and if looks could kill, the sketchbook would be incinerated to dust. He watched as Naminé's fingers grazed the long, thin object, picking it up and holding it at the ready with shaking hands.

"Now," the pink-haired man growled in a slow undertone, "I want you to draw me anger."

Naminé froze.

"Well? What keeps you? Draw!" A big hand crashed into the table, sending the poor Nobody reeling back in fear.

"I..." she began, and faltered. "Anger?"

"Yes, anger. Wrath. Fury. Show me what it looks like," he said, his voice cracking. When Naminé made no move, his fist hit the table again. How could she sit there as she did? Could she not see the importance of his request? "Show me!"

He turned and ran his eyes along the wall, fighting the urge to shred every plane of glass with his scythe. Anger. Yes, surely anger could convey something to him. Naminé possessed a talent for working emotion into her pictures. Of course it would work. It had to.

The girl hastily gathered her pencils into a cluster and began to scribble. Blonde hair fell into her eyes, but she wasted no time to brush it away. She used her entire repertoire of pencils, filling the entire page, obscuring every streak of white. When she had finished, she gently set her pencil down and waited for Marluxia's reaction.

At the silence, he tore his gaze from the blank walls and spun around. Dark hues ravaged the page, blacks and reds swirling in an endless vertigo while jagged shades of blue struck like lightning. Greens were chased by blades of silver, only to be engulfed by the endless wave of dark. Marluxia's eyes scrutinized the page, analyzing every streak. Naminé watched his face grow steadily more resentful, and she worried he was not pleased. For several long moments he stared at her drawing, unmoving. Then, very slowly, he shook his head. No. This was not what he wanted to see.

"Turn the page," he ordered, and the girl complied quickly. She kept her eyes downcast.

"Okay," he breathed, and closed his eyes. Pale pink lashes grazed the skin of his cheeks. "Now, I want you to show me sadness." At her hesitation, he elaborated, "Show me despondence. Show me lonliness. Show me dispair." Again he turned his back to her.

When she was done, the man walked over to view her work. This time the paper was filled with softer, neutral tones, hanging like water droplets until they fell into a careful pool near the bottom of the page. Gray and black curves shadowed almost all of the white, and marks of red scattered the drawing. Marluxia's eyes fell to the yellow curls worked in, and he recoiled back, fervently pacing. He saw the yellow strands behind the corners of his eyes, the soft blue that shone in the crackle of flashing yellow. With one gloved hand, he grasped the carved petals of a decorative crystal flower and clenched it so tightly that the little object shattered into countless glittering facets.

"All right," he choked, and realized his body was trembling. "All right." He walked away from her, until his backside was directly across from hers. In barely a whisper, he voiced to her, "Now show me enamorment."

The girl reached for her pencils once more, and sketched. This drawing took her much longer to complete than the others, and Marluxia could scarcely remain still in anticipation.

The man's face was dull and pale as he sojourned to the table a third time. His hands curled into tight fists; strands of his pinkish hair fell dank across his forehead, shadowing his eyes. In this picture, gentle tones barely grazing the sketchbook page, forming an intricate framework of designs. Marluxia could see the fragile outlines of pink flowers, marking the paper in a shower of petals. Lattices of soft color were shaped in every which way, and all of the colors were reflected by a haze of yellow light. These beams were cast upon the flower petals, outlining them in gold. In the very center, blending in with its beautiful surroundings, was a small, multicolored heart.

Marluxia stepped back, breathing heavily. He saw the fear rekindled within Naminé. The child must think he abhorred her work. She hastily turned over the page, waiting for her next order; her mouth opened to apologize. But before any words could leave her lips, the male Nobody balked, making his way to the door with a hostile glare at the blankness of the new page.

Blank. That was all that was ever there, all that would ever be. How could he have ever doubted? No amount of falsely crafted emotion would coax a heart to him. He would always be hollow. He had no alternative, and no one could change it.

"Fine," he murmured, unable to tear his eyes from the crisp white paper. "I've had enough. Go back to your drawing, girl." And then he was gone.

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Naminé stared at the door long after Marluxia had departed, her mind unable to calm. She gave a feeble attempt to resume her sketching, but could find no inspiration. Marluxia's livid face remained etched into her memory. She could think of no reason for the man's behavior.

Naminé had poured everything she could give into her artwork, all the while wishing with fervor that these drawings would not, somehow, be used to break another heart. Already she was on her way to crushing two of them, two people who had been forced to take on a deep devotion to her when they were not even supposed to know of her existence.

What was it he wanted to do? The question echoed in her head again and again, haunting her thoughts, stopping her movements. She remained that way for some time, aimlessly wondering and waiting.

It was later that day that she discovered that Larxene was dead.

[GENERAL] And the lightning cracks the sky

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 00:32:33 GMT

Hurricane Ike. Wow.

My family is from New Orleans. We witnessed the devestation and horror that Katrina brought with it. But my siblings and myself have always lived in Houston, and never have we actually experienced the wrath of a true natural disaster such as Ike has brought to us.

The silver lining to all this is that it could have been much worse. Ike was a Category 2 hurricane, and so did much less damage than could've been; despite this, though, the city is losing control without power. Officials say it will be a month or so before power is restored to the whole of Houston; we have only just gotten ours back. The wreckage, as well, is terrible: trees have fallen onto streets, crashed into houses, destroyed property. Dead plants, trees and debris are everywhere! But worst of all, driving is an absolute nightmare because the blasted stop lights WON'T WORK. There have been so many cases of road rage it's not even funny. I'm glad it's over, and really glad that at least we can repair the damage, but it's still a horrable thing to happen.

In addition, HISD, my school district, has us marked for no school until Thursday at the earliest. I do NOT want to think about how much work they're going to make us do to make up for it. Weird as it sounds, I want to go back to school! >:O I miss people!

To all of you affected by Hurricane Ike, I hope you are all alright and well, and will have power and comfort soon if you lack it. We'll get through it sooner or later XD

[GENERAL] I don't think I like Ike

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 21:34:37 GMT

I live in Houston.

Some of you may have heard about the great Hurricane Ike, a terrible storm that has scourged this great city. I've only just gotten power back. Our street is absolutely carpeted in fallen leaves and wood, and several houses have been destroyed. Trees lie in the streets; shards of glass are scattered from broken windows. We were lucky; our house received little damage.

My school is a different story. It is an old school, and not very strongly built. It has been completely flooded through and wrecked by trees and wind. I don't know how long I'll have to stay home, but I hope it's not long. I don't know what to do.

To anyone else affected by this horrid hurricane season, I hope you are all okay and can carry on soon. I hope no one is hurt; I hope your homes still provide sanctuary. I know what you're going through. I'll be right here.

[TWILIGHT] I'll bet she's tougher than that

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:17:37 GMT

Raise your hands right now if you think the Twilight movie is going to be insanely horrid.

Yep, that's what I thought.

I could rant for hours on end about the cast, the acting, every mediocre display of talent I've yet seen about this movie, and still it would not adequately manifest the way I feel towards it. Because the books aren't unbelievable enough. Now we are forced to anticipate such a cast as this?

I will say that the person playing James is extremely good looking, though. Can't act, but cute. Jacob's not bad either. XD

So being the movie buff that I am, my friend Sarah and myself are taking the liberty of writing our own Twilight cast listing. This post is for you to comment about what your perfect cast would be - and if you already love the official casting, just talk about the movie. What do you think of it? Good, bad, I want to know.