|Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007|
12:11 pm - Rewrite
I'm going to write another beginning for the story. Personally, I thought it was awful. God awful. So bad, I think if I gave it enough time, God would teleport into my house and say "W-T-F is that?!". I think it looked like it was made by a eleven-year-old who watches to many action movies and kiddy cartoons. I'm gonna try to take a more serious tone to it. I'm also gonna make it less simple than the "watch over kid, kids a brat, kid gets kidnapped, rescue kid, kid is friend" sort of plot, seems to two dimensional to me (if I ruined the plot for you, don't worry, you didn't miss much). I'm gonna' start working on it now (which isn't very fortunate because I don't have Word >_<). Also, sorry about not logging on to my journal for while. For those few of you who still remember me, I'm trying to get back into writing. I'm also gonna try to improve my journal look. Anyway, what's been going on with you guys? I haven't seen all you in so long, I want to hear all about it!|
Just incase someone was curious, here's what I've been doing:
Thinking over ideas for Gate that never actually made it to paper
Breaking up with my girlfriend
Still kind of keeping in touch with said girlfriend
Making a list of things before I die
Trying to read Vellum
Putting down Vellum becuase it was to confusing
Reading Clockwork Orange
Playing Neverwinter Nights 2
Doing yer mum
Finding my MP3
Beating Shivering Isles
Doin' yer dhad
Going miniture golfing
Writing this message on LJ
current mood: productive
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|Sunday, July 1st, 2007|
1:08 pm - Looking for cookies-I mean an RP partner!
Style: Third person, one-on-one, possibly with multiple characters at once
Format: AIM, Journal
Favorite Genre: Original, modern/science fiction, past/science fiction
Plays: Just original, but I'll adjust if you ask
Fan Settings: I'm big on most anime settings, along with some fantasy (particularly connected to D&D), some future (only about 10, maybe 20 years) and past going to about 200 years
Favorite Theme / Concept: Politics, Social Struggle, Un/Successful (if disfunctional) romances/relationships, Troubles with age (youth or seniority), Psychology in general, relations with conflicts
Rate your play: PG through NC-17, possibly PWP if it actually advances the plot
Would you play ...
- yaoi? Haven't tried, but willing
- yuri? Also haven't tried, but still willing
- a death scene? Yes
- a villian? I'll do the best I can
- an otherwise controverisal character? No, no, no...well, maybe...yeah, why the hell not?
- multiple characters? I guess you should ask the other guys. Huh? Oh, they say it's fine. They also wanted to ask if your gonna bring snacks. No? Suurrrre? Fine, whatever. *mumbles* And I was gonna bring some cake for jerk like you *mumble*.
Peeves: I think the thing I hate the most is loop holes. Call me kind of anal, but when something doesn't make any sense whatsoever with no hope of ever doing so, it just doesn't feel like reality (used loosely). The usual spelling and grammar errors can get annoying, but the small, random ones are fine.
Adores: Characters out of the "norm". I mean, I'm sure there are many nice, well-put into backgrounds for angsty, unknowning teens and young adults, but I like to see something different (not that there aren't characters like that; I just get to much of them). I also like subtext, especially if the text is quite simple. I also have an interest in mature characters, though immature characters might be nice, if they played in a mature way.
Interested in: Well, I would like something long term. I leave it up to you to decide how long that is, exactly. A short fling could be fun, but not as filling as one that is built apon. I sometimes write fable-like stories (at least the moral part), so I apologize if I do so and you don't find an great interest in it, and I will try to cut down.
Sample: The man sat in the middle of the bench, people passing him by constantly. He was scruffy looking; unkempt, unshaven, looking to have not bathed in weeks (the smell apparent from the way people swerved around him like they were just walking around a sort of barrier). People would ignore him, take pity on him, or just stare at him with prejudice, though hidden, as it is often in the city. Many would just dismiss him as homeless, a hobo, a tramp, a bum. Little did those onlookers realize, this man was perhaps more important than what they, in unison, had, are and will accomplish in their entire lives.
Yahoo mail: meriles_stephen
Comments: I live in the eastern time zone and I'm usually on in the morning or afternoon, night occasionally. I'm a little rusty, but I have about 3 years of experience. I usually play males, but have some experience with the other gender.
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|Saturday, October 21st, 2006|
3:33 pm - Introduction, Part 2
|Friday, September 15th, 2006|
8:20 pm - A little break in between
In the middle of fanfics, here is something for you guys|
IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST!
I want to know things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends! JUST HIT REPLY.
1.Your Middle Name:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
HERE COMES THE FUN
1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?
2. Whats your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
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|Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006|
1:53 pm - Introduction, Part 1
The screen fades into a scene of a city. It is grand and clean with skies that look as blue as a star on the midnight sky. A building stands out from all the rest in the city, a skyscraper made from white concrete with clear windows. “4:27 P.M.” in subtitles. Just then, an explosion comes from the top windows of the skyscraper. As flames form from the floor and glass comes down to the city streets, screams can be faintly heard. The screen then fades to black. |
The screen fades in again. This time it is at the floor of the building. It then goes to a street sign turning from a red hand sign to a white image of a person walking. The screen turns to a bird eye’s view of people walking from one side of the street to the other, and vice versa. The camera returns to the main floor of the building. There are many young men and women dressed in casual clothing. The words “2:33 PM” appear in subtitles on the screen. We see a young woman standing in front of a giant T.V. screen. The screen is filled with pictures of figures running around, shooting things and blood splattering. There are sounds of the like. We close up to the side of her face, revealing her glasses, large eyes and dark hued skin. We hear static. “Gr… ..w.ose it ..ok dow. …..” says a voice with the sound of static fused into it. The young woman moves through the crowd of people viewing the screen, touching her ear. “Say that again, I couldn’t hear that” the young woman says. In the brighter light, the young woman appears to have a green outfit, black hair and a black yamaka. We then see the mouth a young man with light skin. He sighs into the ear piece. “I said ‘Grace, how does it look down there?’” he says, slightly annoyed. We go back the young woman with her hand to her ear. “Oh, uh, yeah, everything here is clear” the young woman says to her ear piece while stumbling through the crowd. “What about you Sam? Anything in your area?” the young woman says. “Arghh!” a voice says from the ear piece. The young woman runs forward. “Sam is everything okay?” the young woman says to the ear piece. She passes through a person, covering her image. Another woman appears in her place after she passes the person. She is older, about 30-ish with yellow-tinted, freckled skin. She has short russet hair and wears a blindfold. She is dressed in a brown leather suit with a shirt made of chain mail. She has a glowing stone in her hand that she seems to be talking into. The entire crowd has changed into men and women in stitched, tied or ragged clothing. “Reaton, what’s going on?” the woman says into the stone, still running. She runs past another person and changes back into the young lady again. She takes a deep breath. The screen turns to an ear piece on the floor. A large foot stomps on it. The foot lifts up revealing an utterly destroyed ear piece. The camera shifts to another young man with a stunned face. His skin is dark, his eyes blue and hair in a long ponytail. He eases to a face of disappointment. The screen switches to the young woman running forward; looking determined and worried at the same time. It then switches to a young man with light skin looking angered and determined, as well. He has blonde, short ruffled hair and eyes hidden by sunglasses. He wears a tight fitting suit. The young man runs down a flight stairs in a poorly lit area made of concrete with notes in spray paint all around. The camera goes back to the young man with dark skin. He sighs. We hear a childish laugh in the background. The screen switches to a little boy with light skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He is dressed in a white cap and blue jacket. He rasps at the young man. He gets angry and chases the boy. The screen zooms out to the young man chasing the boy through the crowd of people. “Come over here you little bastard!” the young man yells to the boy. The boy laughs while being chased. The screen switches to the young man again, arms out and ready to catch him. The screen turns into a white flash for a moment and we hear a sound of a camera snapping. We then see a black and white image of the young man. A voice comes on. “Name: Sam Kimkoyoi and Reaton of Heretics; age: 15 and 7; occupation: Student/part time poet and adventuring warlock; Involvement: Guard.” The screen switches to the young woman again. She is looking forward. She shows a face of displeasure. “Ah crap”. We see and hear the same flash and snap, leaving the same black and white image. The same voice comes on. “Name: Grace Augan and Zuhari Eh’zerha; Age: 15 and 27; Occupation: Student/Inventor and adventuring Lurk; Involvement: Guard.” The screen switches to the young man with light skin, bursting from a caged door with a sign saying “Parking” with other words to small to make out. He looks forward. He squeezes the door’s handle, looking angry. “Damn it!” He says. Yet again, we see a flash and hear a snap, with a black and white photo on screen. The voice comes on again. “Name: Arthur Smith and Raq’shear Waterbreaker; Age: 16 and 14; Occupation: Unknown and adventuring Shugenja; Involvement; Guard” the voice says. The screen switches to the boy again, running and laughing as Sam chases him. We see the flash again and hear the snap again. We see the black and white photo again. “Name: Alexander Rain; Age: 8; Occupation: Son of CEO of Scancore; Involvement: Target”
Sam keeps running, passing through many people to get to Alexander. We close up to Alexander’s profile, smirking as he ran, eyes closed in pride. A metal claw then picks him up by the collar. It starts to lift him. The screen zooms out to two the three standing around the boy. The claw is attached to a long metal, green tentacle from Grace’s lower back. He squirms as if to get out, giving up after a couple seconds. The tentacle moves to behind Grace. She stares angrily at Sam. “What the hell were you doing?” Grace asks Sam. “Guarding the kid” Sam replies. “By chasing him?” Artur asks. “What? He being a little runt, so I ran after him in hopes of knocking his teeth in” Sam says, making a fist slamming gesture towards his palm. We turn to Arthur and Sam, Arthur adjusting his lenses. “I see. So the satisfaction of you harming the boy is much better than looking after him for about 5 hours for $6,000 dollars?” Arthur asks Sam. “Well, I never agreed to look after a demon child” Sam remarks quite smugly. The screen switches to Grace, sighing. “Okay, let’s just get to the last two rooms and leave” She says, walking away, Alexander slipping out his jacket and walking the other way.
The screen switches to Alexander walking through video game props, amazed by the visual effects and sounds. We hear sounds of screams and machine gun ammo. Alex turns around, seeing a screen of a realistic figure, holding a machine gun and shooting it. “Whoa” he says, obviously captured by the incredible act of violence. He wanders around some more, looking for more games.
The screen switches to the three going into another room, with props of little, furry animals in pastel colors. There’s a large screen with little cartoon characters. The camera then switches to a view of the screen with faint outlines of people at the bottom side of the screen. On the screen are a pre-teen boy wearing pajama like clothes in blue and green colors and a pre-teen girl with pink hair and a white shirt and mini-skirt. “I will collect all 734 Peri’ken to be the world’s greatest power master!!!” the boy says in a very heavy Japanese accented voice. “Yay!” the girl yells ecstatically, jumping up and pausing between each motion. A small, very cartoonish shark-like creature appears on the screen, giving the V-sign with its fins, smiling. The screen switches to the three. “Oh god, this is terrible!” Sam remarks. “I don’t know how you kids stand this kittie-crap!” Grace says, turning to her left. The camera switches to her looking at an empty seat on a bench. The three give of an aggravated look.
We switch to the boy, looking around a dark room. He bumps into something, impulsely stepping back from the combined fear of being in the dark and being startled. We close up to his eyes. They begin to fuzz out just before his pupils become enclosed.
We then see a dark room. It’s worn from the ages and what would look like water damage and rust. We see some brick showing on patches of the wall and a wooden door that look like it couldn’t stay up much longer. The screen switches to Alex. He‘s wearing a orange hat with a white shirt with an russet stain. He has a green jacket with a barely visible L-shaped tear in it. Alex looks frightened, almost into shock. His skin is as pale as snow making the ash patches and rust colored drippings from his mouth look more distinct. We hear the sound of foot steps and heavy breathing from Alex. The sound stops and the breathing stops for a second. We see the door again. The door is knocked over, leaving it flat on the ground. We see nothing beyond the door but an obscured human figure and a bright white light that seems to go into infinity. We turn back to Alex, his pupils becoming impossibly small.
We turn back to Alex in the room in the skyscraper, breathing as if he had just run one-thousand yards. He looks up at the figure mentioned before, seeing a cardboard cutout of an American football player, proud in posture, standing as if to throw the ball clamped in his hand. Alex’s breathing returns to normal. He sits in a corner, taking off his hat. He groans, as if the world was against him. Just then Sam walks into the room, Grace and Arthur nowhere in sight. He looks around slowly turning his head. He then spots Alex, sulking in the corner. He gives off an angry glare towards Alex. The camera switches to Sam and Alex. “Where were you?” Sam asks angrily. We see Alex sitting down, looking depressed. We go back to Sam, looking concerned. “Hey, are you alright?” he asks, his hand slowly reaching out to Alex, as if to help Alex. Alex gets up, readjusting his face to one that says he’s content, if not a little angry. We see him walking, Sam following in a moment.
The screen switches to Sam and Alex leaning up against a wall. Sam looks bored while Alex looks more depressed. We see a black figure pass through the screen. After he passes, the scene changes to an old English tavern setting, two figures against the wall. One is draped around a royal purple ribbon or bandage, looking entangled or constricted by it, but seems quite comfortable. There is a slit at the brow revealing his eyes, which seem to be some sort of metal goggles grafted onto metal skin. The lenses are filled with a faint blue light. The second figure is a very small man, no bigger than three feet. He has a slightly angular face, tanned skin and brown hair in a ponytail. He is dressed in a black vest, burgundy pants and white shirt. The tall figure looks towards the small one. “So, even as I’m risking my life for you to go to a Magic Con, you won’t even make conversation?” He says in a sort of hallow voice, joking. The little one dose not reply. The tall figure simply looks back, as if giving up trying to talk to the little one. “I always feel scared” the small figure says. A black blotch goes across the screen. We see Alex and Sam again after it disappears. “I always the day I was held for ransom” We see Sam concerned. “I remember them telling me that my father wouldn’t pay the –“Alex starts to sob”-money, because he said he wouldn’t negotiate with terrorist!” Alex says, after breaking into a sob. Sam pats him on the shoulders. “You know my father was never really there either.” Sam replies, rubbing his head. “But you don’t have to be his family if he doesn’t treat you the same” Sam replies. Alex slowly shakes his head, shuddering a few of times, dears down his face. “O-okay” he says. He sniffs. “Lets go” Alex says into his arm. They walk away, Sam in sympathy and Alex in a rough understanding.
The screen turns to a hall with shelves, with video came cases stacked left to right. In the middle are Grace and Arthur. Arthur sighs. “You know, splitting up never worked for anybody” Arthur says to Grace, looking over the shelves. The screen switches to Grace, looking at the video games. “Yeah, uh huh” Grace says, ogling at the games.” Sam appears his arm around Alex’s head. Grace and Arthur turn around to see Sam and Alex. “Where were you guys, we looked everywhere!” Grace says angrily to Sam and Alex. “Actually, we looked around and through these shelves” Arthur says as we see Graces face upset at Arthur. “We were just looking around” Sam replies to Graces first question. Grace closes up to Sam, looking into his face as her’s scowls. “Hmmm” Grace thinks. She backs away. We switch to a view of the group’s backs. They begin to walk slowly. Just then, someone grabs Alex, covering his mouth and arms. He swiftly throws a grenade in front of the three as the figure strides backwards. The screen switches to about 60 feet from the three. A giant explosion comes forth, cuasing people to scream, yell and panic.
The screen remains the same with the exception of the words “To be continued” printed on it it.
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