Wednesday, April 12, 2006

   Going insane *sighs*

Oi vey... *sighs* Sorry if this journal sounds like a rant and stuff, but it sort is... I'm also sorry about my lack of activity here, and in producing artwork, and I'll be giving a reason for that really really soon. (In fact, probably even now!) These past weeks have been crazy to say the least. One of the managers at the store I work at has been transferred to another store that's opening nearby. Sooo... that means extra money to give more hours to others. So yeah... I was working 8 hours a week with that other manager there, and I didn't mind it one bit. I had time to do my school work, hang out with my friends, and even play FFIX. I really liked it, and the little bit of extra money was good for saving and/or paying for the small amount of supplies I needed in college. Well, this all took a turn for the worst (absolute worst) when that one assistant manager left. Now I'm working 27 hours a week (I quite literally get up at 5:45am every morning, go to work and work until noon (on Tuesdays and Thursdays), and 4pm (on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays), and on Saturdays, 12pm-8pm. Now, on Mondays and Wednesdays, I have class from 6:30pm to 9 or 10 at night, and then I have a 45 minute drive home. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have classes from 12:30 until 9 at night. Fridays, well, I have youth group to attend just so that I can continue to do design work for them. So basically, I have no time what so ever to do anything. I'm drowning in work, and I don't even have time to do my own school work (I'm horribly behind on a project in my Color and Design class, and I'm pretty much flunking everything else thanks to my heavy work schedule. My B+ average just went down the toilet. ;_; *waves goodbye to scholarships*) *sighs deeply* So yeah... I'm slowly killing myself from lack of sleep... And yeah, doesn't it figure... I've been trying to get my foot in the door in my youth group, trying to become their head designer, and today I finally get a call from one of the head youth leaders there asking me to come up with a postcard to say thank you to those who have donated to the group. Of course, I accepted since it's been the break I've been waiting for to happen ever since my brother left for the Air Force in November. Sooo... I'm gonna be up late almost every night this week working on this postcard so that I can have it done by this coming Sunday morning to present to the youth leaders. (I'm gonna be running on two hours of sleep instead of my usual four, woo hoo! ...not... *sighs*) I hope I don't have to work next Saturday either... It's my big day, and I don't want to fall asleep in the middle of my wedding. ^^; (FFXI wedding, hee hee...) So yeah... If I'm never seen here again after about four months... I probably died in a car accident due to my lack of sleep and mental breakdown. Until next time... known as Alsandair said to be 312 years of age confirmed as a male bloodlines are that of a vampire believed to live at the manor played by Mistress Aya Html & Image © K. L. Designs 2005

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Saturday, January 7, 2006

*insert random line here*
Hark! A wild herd of gneeses approacheth! *runs for the hills*

(Yeah, well, this is basically a message saying that yes, I am alive still. I just kinda sorta... have a job now. *shifts eyes* Mer... yeah. Heh.)
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Friday, October 14, 2005

   I live!

Oi... Well, it's been something of a long time since I've been here to post anything. Mer, uh, sorry about that as well. ^.^; College homework is becoming something of a bug lately *cough*arthistory*cough* Interesting things are going on though. Currently, I'm awaiting my order from Adobe to ship out soon so I can get started with making more and more digital artwork (plus the addition of being able to do the work for some classes at home.) I also have been recruited for something of a new job. The church I attend wants to have a photo directory of all their members created, and of course, they've gone to Olan Mills for the photo's and printing of the directories. But, being the only graphic designer in church, I've been volunteered to layout the design and look of the directory (which I don't mind really.) Only problem is, I can't use Adobe Indesign to make it, because Olan Mills uses QuarkXpress. *hits head against wall* So, I'm looking for a way to get around this little issue of ours, and not have to resort to the cutting and pasting method that most other churches use (Olan Mills sends a couple of sheets of paper with grids layed out on them, and then you're supposed to cut and paste where you want certain objects like type and photos to go... Yes, very annoying.) I wasn't too happy to read that they use QuarkXpress, since the program is now going downhill in the industry. *sighs* Ah well... As long as there's some sort of paycheck attached to the job. Ah yes, as you might have noticed, my page is going through something of a change design wise. The blues were getting to me, but now that means I have to figure something out for the background. So, that might take a little while now (there are midterms next week, so I don't really have much time right now. ^.^; ) Until next time though... Title- Alexis Shena, M.D. Age- 28 Gender- Female Appearance- 5'6" in height; Hazel brown hair and eyes; Slender build Personality- Caring and giving, Alexis is willing to give about anything to help her patients through their predicaments. Whether it be a physical injury or a life threatening disease, she always seems to be right there and willing. Nurses working under her- She's a one woman staff right now Marital Status- Single Friends- None yet Living Quarters- To remain unknown to everyone still Html © K. L. Designs 2005

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Monday, August 29, 2005

   Schedules, schedules... schedules...

Ah, tis the time of year again when school starts back up, and you know what that means... Aya has to head back to college! ...again. Heh. I'm actually typing this in the computer lab due to the fact that I have a class in about forty five minutes (graphic design for the www... fun fun fun. Heh. I just hope I don't get a certain teacher who seems to hate me for no reason.) So yes... Please pray that I don't die in this class! (If I ever get her again, and I have similar problems to that of which she gave me last semester, I'm going to be having some talks with the adminstrators... *shifts eyes* Shhh... it's my sting operation.) Though yes, good news came to me today pretaining a certain book I had to buy. ^.^; Looking online, just to see what the book was like and how much the general cost was, I found that this one particular books sells for at least $80, no matter where you look online (and the original price is $88, not much of a difference if you want to get it used or not...) So... My mother told me to check the bookstore, you know to see if they had any lower priced used books, and I was expecting them to be at least $75. Well... I just went to the bookstore and found out they don't have any used one's left. But! When I checked the price for a new book, I found out that the bookstore was selling it for $45! I was like, "Hell yeah!" So, I'm most definately happy, and I didn't have to charge to much to my credit card either. Woo hoo! ^.^ My parents are going to be happy too, since they can now help pay for due to the fact that they told me to charge it to my credit card because they didn't have $80 to spend. (Now if I can only get my brother to cough up his $30 that he yet owes me... He better pay me before he enters the Air Force this November. *gets idea to start charging interest* Hee hee hee...) Well, I must be off now. I have to go out to my car and get my bookbag and everything else for class. Until next time... Title- Alexis Shena, M.D. Age- 28 Gender- Female Appearance- 5'6" in height; Hazel brown hair and eyes; Slender build Personality- Caring and giving, Alexis is willing to give about anything to help her patients through their predicaments. Whether it be a physical injury or a life threatening disease, she always seems to be right there and willing. Nurses working under her- She's a one woman staff right now Marital Status- Single Friends- None yet Living Quarters- To remain unknown to everyone still Html & Image © K. L. Designs 2005

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

It's that time of year again...

Well, I'm once more back and within the walls of MVCC, starting just today none the less. So that means there's going to be less time in order to complete wallpapers and other things to post up here, unfortunately. :( I really enjoy creating wallpapers and backgrounds that everyone can use on their desktops, and saying as to it's pretty much the only thing I do on my home computer (Besides play FFXI), it's grown on me. Everytime I make a wallpaper, I end up teaching myself new techniques in Photoshop, and well, I definately need the practice for the career path I'm following. ^.^; Please though, feel free to comment on the wallpapers and the such. I'm really looking to see where I can improve, and I need the help of others to tell me so that I can work to provide even better wallpapers for you. (Or you could just say that their nice or something, lol. Just kidding. ^^; I don't strive for comments saying that something is awesome or what not, but they are nice everyone once in awhile.) I'm so very happy lately though. A couple weeks ago, while browsing through Barnes and Noble (since they're the only bookstore in the area for 50 to 60 miles, seriously...) I came across an artbook that I'd been looking to get for I don't know how long. Glancing over the manga shelf, I looked up and behold! Clamp North Side and South Side! Quickly I grabbed both of them up as I wanted to look through them to take in the goodness of the art. Unfortunately though, I had to choose which one I wanted so badly. They costed $30 each, and I only had a credit card on me that was already half full. Longingly I looked through both, taking in the pictures until I finally decided an hour later... I would take North Side home with me. My brother would be down here soon, and I would tell him on the fate of the other book so that he might rescue it from it's temporary home on the shelf. And so, I left South Side, promising it that it would soon find it's home in the same house as it's partner, North Side... *le sigh* I do hope South Side is still there when my brother goes to B&N tomorrow... Erm... But yes, other good news... I was a bad girl to use my credit card, and now I'm getting the Last Exile DVD Flight Pack bundle from Right Stuf! (or, something like that o.o ) It comes with a special box and four dvds, all for $29.99 right now. I looked at it, looked at the regular price ($89.99), and then looked down to see that it was on sale. For a couple minutes I sat and whimpered, trying to figure out what to do while comparing the price of the bundle to that of the dvds that are sold seperately and found that I couldn't pass up the offer. My brother even came in and told me I should save money for college (He's the one that still owes me $30 for his FF: Dear Friends ticket though...) Ignoring his comment, I went on ahead, and well, now I'm waiting for it to be shipped. ... *jumps up and down* I can't wait! *tries to hold in excitement* So... On a different note *sighs* My Last Exile wallpaper isn't up anymore. I tried to edit the image because I forgot my signature on the bottom, so I went to edit wallpaper, and well... It's been gone ever since. ;_; I have no clue where it went to either. *le sigh* If it doesn't come up in two weeks or so, then I'll post the link to my deviantart account, where I'll reluctantly put it up. (I don't trust their user agreement very much anymore.) Also, I'm going to be trying to upload some pen and ink stylizations that I've created in the past couple weeks. They were mostly practice to keep my skills up until college started again, but one of them came out really really nice. *grins* Lots and lots of detail on it, hee hee hee. So, I'll see about maybe uploading them here, if possible. (Can't right now, because I'm on a school computer and all my files are at home >.< Sorry about that.) Well, la dee da... Tis time to get some lunch, finally. ^.^; It's already 1pm, and I've been up since 5:30am and have only eaten a small granola bar so far today. Hee hee, my mother would kill me for that. Until next time though... the name written on the papers- Gwilym the age specified- 10 the gender that was check marked- male the looks described in the space provided- 15.3 hh; bay blanketed appaloosa; socks on both hind legs. the description given of how he acts- Protective of both his family and friends, but a bit greedy at the same time. when asked whether s/he read the bible to this place, the checkmarked answer was- yes signature of the receptionist who completed this form- mistress aya Html & Image © K. L. Designs 2005

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

   a little off time wise, but everything still applies, heh.

Currently listening to: Tank! from Cowboy Bebop Currently reading: World Book Rush-Presbyterian - St. Lukes Medical Center Medical Encyclopedia (it's the best read in the house right now x.x) Currently playing: Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life (Woo hoo!) Current mood: busy and tired ---- Alright, first off, I'd like to say... I finally got another wallpaper up! Woo hoo! ^.^ Call me lazy, but I had something started up, and didn't finish it up until just yesterday, when I submitted it here. If you haven't already seen, it's of X's Yuzuriha Nekoi again (I don't know why, but I enjoy using her pictures and making... happy wallpapers? *that's definately not me personality wise* Er... *coughs*) Though yes, I do hope you enjoy it though. ^.^ *nods* Ahhh.. finally, it's the week after the Boonville Fair, and everything is almost back to normal. Last week was a bit hectic with the Fair in town, mostly due to the fact that I was chosen to help judge the childern's artwork from the local school systems. And one would think it wouldn't take to long to do a small corner in the exhibit hall, but nooo.... it took me five days to get it all finished. Mostly because I had to wait for one of the fair directors, a friend of my mother's, who was also judging the artwork with me. Thing was, she also had to keep a check on all the other buildings on the fair grounds, so she was gone all day, and was only able to show up for two hours each night. Worked out fine for me though, I guess. I got to watch the light weight and heavy weight horse pulls, like I always do, so I'm happy about that. :) And another note on happenings at the fair. I entered two pieces of artwork, Erwin Library and Institute click here to view , and Disturbed Sleep click here to view. Erwin Library and Institute didn't get any awards, but Disturbed Sleep placed first in it's division. :w00t: So I got the blue rosette, and a check for the maximum $20 premium. It made me so happy to see that blue on there, and on the last day of the fair, when I went to pick up my work, the winner of the black and white photography division was there as well, and she kept telling me over and over about how much her and her mother loved the drawing. I was so suprised about it too! I'm glad that people were enjoying it though. :) That's my main reason for entering artwork into the fair, is so that people can enjoy the artwork. (though the money is a nice added bonus after paying $3 per entry, which everyone is limited to two enteries in the art show.) And guess where all that money went to! *holds up the case for Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life for Gamecube* ^.^ It's finally out! Yay! And not only that, but there are actually some differences between A Wonderful Life and Anotehr Wonderful Life! :boogie: Heh... but there are a few minor glitches, mostly to do with the fields, and how your character moves (I think Natsume skimped on the programming there...) But yes... and the dog... you can do more with it other than just feed it and pick it up. I was like, "WOO HOO!" when I found that out, and scared my mother, who was reading in the chair next to me. Oh yes, and a quick note for all Pocky fans... Check you local Walmart in the Internation food aisle... Under oriental... You may be lucky and find Pocky in stock there... Official Pocky! Just a couple days ago, my mom and I were shopping, and my mom went looking for rice, so I followed her into the oriental food section, and behold! I thought my eyes were tricking me when I saw the wonderous sight! Pocky! For 87 cents a box! I immediately turned to my mother and asked if we could get a couple boxes of each flavor (chocolate and strawberry), and she happily said yes, since she likes it as well. ^.^ Though, when I went to check my other Walmart in the area (there's two within at least 15 to 20 miles x.x ), I found they only had one flavor of it, Strawberry. So, I'm not sure if it's a local thing that's going on here, but I urge you, go to your local Wally World (Walmart), and see if they have the magic food there! Besides... 87 cents is a steal compared to the amount of buying cases online, and paying shipping and handling costs... (of course, I never had to do that... My brother's girlfriend in Japan is always sending over Pocky and other treats for us to try. ^.^ I really like Moochi too, it's good, hee hee.) Ah yes, and there is more news! I would like everyone to meet Sasha, my newest kitty click here to see This pretty girl used to belong to my aunt until just the other day, due to a change in Sasha's personality. I guess, the story goes, earlier this year, we kitty-sitted for Sasha while my aunt and uncle went down to Arizona for a couple months. And since we have Sasha's sister, Mocha, we figured, why not? Everything went great, and in two months, we ended up having to give Sasha back (we kept trying to devise ways to hide her in the house, but that didn't work.) Well, it's been probably three or four months since then, and when my mother and I went up to my aunts house again two days ago, my aunt said that she was glad we came up. Turns out, Sasha never settled back into her old home. She refused to stay inside, and would claw the screens out of the windows in order to get outside. She doesn't sleep with the childern anymore, like she used to. And sadly, she's lost a whole bunch of weight... I mean, seriously, we can feel her ribs and backbone, she's so skinny. It's not my aunts fault either, she always keeps out a large bowl of food for her cats to eat out of. (currently, we're thinking she has either tape worms or round worms.) But my aunt asked us to take her home with us so she can live with us instead, believing that Sasha likes it better over here and that we spoiled her during that kitty-sitting time (which we did do... *whistles innocently*) Thankfully, she is acting much happier now, and ever after just being here a day or two, she's really settled into the house again. (She still hisses at the other cats if they get to close still ^.^; Alexander is getting smacked up like crazy because of his straightforward nature, lol. But he deserves it, after pushing around all the other girls.) Ever since we let her out of her carrier, the first thing she did was head right down to my room, where she continued to jump up onto my bed, which made me feel really special. Now my room is something of a home base for her until she's totally settled in, complete with food, water and a litter box (which Xander keeps using... Dern cat.) She's even gotten to the point where she doesn't sleep on the floor, or under my bed, but rather right next to me, like she did three or four months ago. Heh, I think I'm her human now... :) All she does is follow me around the house now, and she even has her own toy which we bought her today while we got her worm medicine (the toy is already full of holes, which she bit into it, lol.) And with more good news, she is getting a little bit of a belly, even after being here only one day. We ended up buying her some kitten food (which she doesn't eat, but the other cats love, go figure...), and some canned food. She absolutely loves the canned food (what cat doesn't?), so we're going to be feeding her small portions throughout the day now. Though, we have to hide out in the bathroom because of all the other cats, especially Xander. You should have heard him when we opened up that can, and then started to take the bowl of food to Sasha, he was just singing away! And of course, Dutches had to join in too (like that pudgo needs it.... >.> ) But, we made it to the bathroom without any cats, other than Sasha, and she just scarfed that food right down. Heh, she's such a cute kitty... *looks over at Sasha, who's now sleeping on the computer desk next to her, and smiles* Such a sweety... I feel kinda bad taking her from my aunt and her kids... But I guess it was the best thing for her, and she seems to be much much happier here. Well, it's time to sign off... Until next time- name: Ionessa gender: Mare age: 7 appearance: Liver chestnut with a small star upon her forehead. No other markings personality: Generally laid back in nature, she has her issues with both anger and controlling her emotions. rules: Read, of course ooc name: Mistress Aya ooc contacts- yim- serenity_angelmace final fanasy xi: (sylph server) Ionessa Html & Image © K. L. Designs 2005

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Saturday, July 2, 2005

Summer, a time to... Work your butt off?

Hello hello to anyone who comes interested in reading my blog here, and a big thank you for taking the time to read through my thoughts (or rants, depending on the previous day, hee hee.) ^.^; It's greatly appreciated. *bows* (and there may be a little bit of special writing at the end too *wink wink*) Todays design obviously is from Wolf's Rain, or to be more exact, a character I made up on an RPG that was named Wolf's Rain. The character was a white male wolf, and being on an equine/human RPG, I was the only person given special permission to join a wolf there, and under special rules as well. So, Wolf's Rain is a pretty special character for me. He did so much for some characters, and even more for the story line between Yuki's and mine Amon and Robin characters (If you read through Amon's post below, you'll see him refer to a wolf... That's referring to Wolf's Rain. ^.^ ) *huggles Wolf's Rain* He was such a caring fellow, heh. Though yes... Ahh... summer is upon us finally here in Upstate New York (I'm talking actual upstate... Foothills of the Adirondack Mountains, Upstate. *nods*) And with the coming of summer season for everyone in K-12 school, comes the time when college students are supposed to get jobs to help pay for their books and the such. Alas though, not every college student is able to get a job, so that leaves them to be... Dun dun DUUUNNN! The Specialists! *shifts eyes* Er... well, it leaves them to do small jobs within their abilities at least ways. For example, I've become one of those college students. As hard as I tried, nobody wanted to hire me, so I am stuck at home all day with a computer and a shelf full of drawing and art supplies. Give or take a few weeks into my summer vacation and lo and behold! Jobs suddenly pop up where people who know me through church and family members are asking me to create images and posters for them and their clubs! *blinks* One of the jobs is creating a T-shirt design for a local 4-H club, where I make up a whole bunch of designs, present it to the club, finalize the design, find a place that will put the design on the shirts and then get paid. I thought it would be simple, but oh no! The club members can't decide on which design they want, and they want me to combine about five different ones into one single design (what I came out with was horridly busy looking. I truthfully hope they don't choose that one. *prays to God*) Now, all I have to do is get in touch with the club leader again so we can figure out what we're to do. *takes in a deep breath* And... Now, to add to the work load. The local county fair is coming up in less than three weeks, and I've been given the job to create posters where the names of baking contest winners will be displayed. And no, I don't want a simplistic design either... Oh no... I wanna put what I learned in college to the test and make something that will impress those who gaze upon my pieces of paper (in other words... making them a lot better than I did last year x.x ) So far so good though. I spent all of last night working on them (1am to 4:30am... Shhh... don't tell my parents that I was up that late!) They're looking good so far, but they're missing something in the background. Something to give them some, "Omph!" Heh, I'm going to have to look through my Photoshop brushes and see what I have to help with that. Well, it is getting late here, and I best be signing off for now. I'll add one more thing into here, a poem, or something of a poem that I wrote a couple weeks ago upon losing someone emotionally because of a decision I made. Eh, it's not the greatest, but I guess it doesn't have to be great when one is simply writing from the heart... Well, here we go, my poem entitled, "I'm Sorry..." I'm sorry for what I have done my love, And for the words I have spoken... I'm sorry that I loved you so, But ended up leaving us both broken... I'm sorry that I couldn't change myself, As I tried with all my heart, To leave behind my beliefs to be with you, To try and please your heart. I tried with all my might, But to no avail... I cannot leave God, Or my family at church. Even now, it brings tears to my eyes, Thinking of your silent goodbye. Not once have I heard a word from you ever since that day. Not even a single farewell from your lips after my final confession. You left me in painful regress, Making me wish I could have been what you wanted. For all it was but a single choice... One that would last a lifetime. To this day, I still think of you and read your loving letters, But every time I come to the abrupt end of them all, I still cannot help but shed a tear, inside and out. I love you still, my dear Avenger. Though you may hate me so now... My chest is still heavy with the sorrow of losing you, But onwards I must press... I know that tears must have stained your cheeks, As you read of my single choice. They might have sounded vile and horrid to you As I spoke of my choice in Christ But I hardly meant them as harsh Or to hurt I only wish, I could have been there, To wipe the tears, and hold you close. I never wanted to hurt you once, Never wanted to see your heart ache... Never in my life had I felt this way, And yet still, I never have about anyone except you. With you gone now, away from my reach, My heart is saddened beyond ever before... I gaze my eyes to others around me and wince, How can I ever love again? How can I ever feel such things towards another? I fear that my heart will tear open and I'll bleed to death if I ever do. I'm scared... scared of losing my memories of you, of our short time together. My heart still aches as I think of you daily, Praying that you'll find your place in life without me now... I know that you'll never look back to me again, Not now... I've done you too much harm with my choice, And over that, I can only hang my head in shame. For what I had promised never to do... I did... I'm sorry my love, with all of my heart. You've been the very first that I ever shared my heart's desires with, And for the longest time, you shall remain the only one. For now, I can hardly think of loving another... The thought of any such thing bringing a heavy burden upon my breast. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I feel like I hardly deserve life itself, But yet... Here I stand... Alone and afraid, Wrapped in a robe of white stained with the blood from your heart ache. I cry at the sounding of your name, And now can only yearn that we may speak together once more... Not out of hatred, and not on unwilling terms, But once more as lovers, running enthusiastically after each other's heart But I reluctantly bid you fair well Knowing that our time has been spent... My heart still flutters at the thought of you my love But this sorrow continues to hold me down I love you Avenger... I always shall have a place for you in my heart And you'll never be forgotten I love you... And, I'm sorry... my love. ~Karilyn A. Liddle 2005~ c a l l e d Wolf's Rain s e x e d Male s p e c i f i e d Wolf a g e d 8 f r i e n d e d Hells Wander Anna Titanic Moon Shine s c o r n e d none h o m e d nowhere Html and Image © Mistress Aya 2004

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Thursday, June 30, 2005

I think the thunderstorms are out to get me *shifts eyes*

I truly think that these thunderstorms are out to get me and confound all my work. *nods* These past couple days, all it's ever done when I want to use the computer is storm. -.-; and yesterday, it wasn't even just a small mild storm... We had full flown cloud to ground lightning that was terribly hot, and the rain was crazy! My father said that there was at least one inch of standing water in the road in some towns! (He works for a telecommunications company as a CO Tech, so he always has to be out and about after storms pass through to make repairs to switchboards and the such.) But man... when he got home last night, he was telling me about how he could look into the basement at one office he works at see bright flashes of white where lightning was coming in on the cables that enter the building through the basement. And so... he called home I don't know how many times, where sweet little me is supposed to be working on a website design for a special group of friends. I ended up having to power down the computer, unplugging it, unplugging the DSL, and everything else in the house that we didn't want fried (that's a lot of stuff x.x; especially in the living room with the entertainment center.) So, we weathered it out though, and the storm only hanged around for about forty-five minutes to an hour. The one good thing that came out of it... the change of temperature. We've been running high 90s with high humidity for the past three or four days, and after that storm, it was just like, wow! The temperature dropped at least 20 degrees in that one hour, but it felt soooo good afterwards. (was finally able to get some sleep without sweating to death.) But yes, anywho... I got another wallpaper done! Yay! It should be up here in a couple days (I hope), depends on it it's accepted or not. Heh... guess I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch, huh? Lol! But yeah... Until next time... Name...Crimson Twilight Age...8 Gender...Mare Appearance...15.2hh; Reddish chestnut; Blue eyes Personality...Inquisitive and questioning. She prefers to stay quiet and ponder deeper thoughts on certain aspects of life Keeper...No one Home...Anywhere at the time Protegy...none Player...mistress aya Rules...Read Html & Image © K. L. Designs 2005

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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

   Zee first of many! Posts that it... *smirks*
Well, here I am, a new user to this site, and a new blogger. (please don't call me a newb though... Pleeeaassseee! *begs*) Err... but yeah... *coughs* As a first thing, I'm going to tell everyone, I'll be mostly posting stuff that I wrote for some RPGs I've played at (trust me, they aren't one liners either...) As much as possible, I'll try and post my characters that are based from certain anime series, but I can't guarantee anything, alright?

sooo... with all that said... On to the posts!

Alright, these first posts are older posts from a year or so back when my friend and I were role playing as Amon and Robin from Witch Hunter Robin. The plot was that Robin had been 'kidnapped' after a fire broke out at Amon's apartment. Amon thought it was Robin who destroyed his apartment, and well, went off an a little bit of a tangent. Meanwhile, Robin was off being a little tortured by her kidnapper (one by the name of Sid Vicious who lived in a giant picnic basket house) who was trying to persuade her into giving any sort of secret there may have been with extracting the genetics of a witch to create a perfect being. After a while Robin got thrown into a large dark room that had zombie like people hanging around, so she had to fight a little bit for her life. Meanwhile, Amon finally starts to simmer, and goes off to rescue her (funny how that always seems to happen in the end.) And here we are, starting off with the post in which Amon first arrives to rescue Robin. Unfortunately, we didn't get past these two posts -.-; (note: The post as Amon was written by one of my bestest friends, Yuki. She fully owns her writings. Meanwhile, the posts as Robin belong to me, cause I wrote it.) *nods*)

Amon-
I rivaled many because of my ability to forcibly brush off the decay of pitiance. I looked past weakness, noting it, but never regarding it. If someone was too weak, then they fell behind, it was their duty in life to become food for the dead. Other's who were bizarre, had no right to live. People fitted with powers that could kill others that defied all laws of nature needed to be smitten, for surely, they were a threat to my own people.
But how good is it for me to say my own people, when My own mother was a witch?

This made me somewhat a hypocrite, and as I sat in the sand with my head between my knees, I was approached spiritually by a character. Whether it was in my dream or reality, it was the contour of a wolf. And within this wolf he possessed the eyes of the ever understanding mother. My mother. Patience, love, understanding, loyalty....

loyalty

It's been a long time since I remember where my loyalties lie. Whether they are within myself or secretely embedded into another, I do not know. For the longest time now, even though I despised her of what she had been initially, and what she had become in the outcome...Robin seemed to possess a few of them within her naturally. I was drawn to her presence, though I shunned all feelings of friendship or a relationship betwixt us. I always felt something deeper.

A week and a half ago, I had met up with Robin during a nightly stalking of Sid Vicious. A master mind who's brain was too smart that it spoiled instantly. He was a sick bastard, and I needed to take him down. Not only was he himself a witch hunter, but he was a soul sucker. He possessed the power to extract specifics off of any one witch or warlock. It was there, I grew frightful of what he could do to not only Robin, but other innocents. I had begun stalking him three years ago, and in a painstaking pace, I finally was able to track him down and befriend him as best I could without killing him in his own slumber.

This wolf, showed me that deep down inside, I had a responsibility...I could not forsake what I had given to Robin. In my head, I had always wondered whether what Robin had done to my house had been a lie or a mirage to get me distracted. To look the other way while she was extracted from my life and destroyed by Sid Vicious. I had told her to stay away from him. Never in my mind had I thought once that maybe Sid Vicious had some part in this wicked-wicked Skeeming plot.

The wolf...he had shown me this. And so much more. Last night, I had dreamt of a horrid place where Robin had been thrown. Broken, bruised, and all alone, and here is where her powers emerged and unfolded into the most powerful and violent of it's nature. I pictured a blazing inferno, bodies screaming and twisting away from her. I pictured her screaming and crying, staring out with horrified eyes. I pictured this cell that was constructed of cement and had many doors but none of which opened to exits. They could be opened but only to find yet another cement wall plastered behind it. I pictured a stroke of lightening striking me as I ran through the rain. I remembered running and then being held up by this sudden electricity that buzzed throughout my body. I screamed, and then it released me from it's eccentric clawed grasp and dropped me onto the floor of Earth. And now, not only could I see Robin screaming and fending herself off, but I could feel the claws being ripped into her flesh. And when I looked down onto my own arm, I saw claw marks form there, the wounds bleeding over. Cuts sparkled in glorious red estuaries down my forearms. This, this was my calling. So when I woke up today...this is what I did.

I found and collected the largest gun I had from the broker downtown. And returned to the ashen cryptorchard of my previous home only to find that underneath the soil, burried deep down my clothes for this type of battle had been secluded. The rain had begun to fall, softening the ground as I tore at it with a shovel. I hit the box that had been held deep within the helm and pulled it out of it's grave. I removed the top only to find my jacket I had put away for a long time. A black cloaked type deal, with a popped collar and split english tails. Sliding it over my shoulders, I took no time to sit here and waste. Packing away the gun, I decided that it was time to pay Sid Vicious, and that picnic house of his a grandose visit.

I approached solemnly, clad like a knight in black soaked leather, gut out, ready to shoot down his door when of course. A jolt of something hit me in the head, I was sent reeling downwards into the soil gritting my teeth and groaning loudly. The force hit me with enough forte to make my hand release the gun and make my spine curl in pain, my jaws were sloppily set agape, eyes winced...

"Aaaah God..." The feeling took over me completely, almost as if electrocuting my body before suddenly releasing me. I dropped onto my palms, sweating profusely despite the rain. It ran off in aqueous rivulets as I panted again and again. Suddenly I peered down and noticed my arms suddenly being split open in various parts. Was I on crack? My eyes widened as they fixated on the blood now rolling down my limbs. It enraged me, and I was sent into a frenzy, this time kicking down the door. I knew where the lab was...I knew full well where it was. I expected to see Sid tehre but once on the 67th step, there was still no one, no one at all to stop me as I ripped through the door, gun in hand. With a dutiful stride in my step, I made my way to the back of the room The old presence of Robin lingered here...I knew this because she had become part of me that night I had decided to trust her. A sense of longing over took my senses and I was driven to the innocent door that was at the end of the halfway-hall. I opened it with out any trouble and stepped inside this cold purgatory. The door however, slammed shut behind me and it was no longer easy to open it up. Matter of fact, I couldn't get it open at all! What the hell? It reminded me of a gateway into hell. The scent of dead bodies and fire alerted my senses more than anything. Out of pure instinct, from the top of my lungs I shouted...

"Robin! Roooooooobin!" Over and over again...Was it too late?

(End Amon's post)

Robin-
Everything around me was a living hell whilst I sat within my lone corner waiting for death to come and take me away. I was now longing for the caress of the cold spirit upon my broken and bruised body, begging it to take me out of the grasp of these other demons. For the past days all I ever heard was the moaning and screaming of the other victims of this hell hole. Each voice penetrated deeper into my mind, driving me insane, making me even more vernable to this disease. It never did take long for those who were now mindless to back off after each wave of attack. Though soon death would not come from starvation, but from the loss of blood.

My skin was covered in black scabs that tried to heal the broken skin below, and also the renewed flow of crimson life. Ravines traced through random parts of my arms and body, stinging and infecting me every living breathing second. Surely if the others were intune to the smell of fresh blood, I'd be their target without a doubt for I reeked of what they wanted.

Never once did the thought of being taken away from this place cross my mind. My life without any real friends, only those who knew me for what I was on the inside, and it seemed they wouldn't be coming anytime soon. So when the door opened up to let the room envelop another person, I thought nothing of it. To me it was just another damned soul that was sent out to destroy me. Soon enough this newly able creature would be one of the many looking for something, or someone to take a little bite out of. Though never would I have expected for this person to shout out my name, his voice more than familiar to me.

Was this a delusian that came with starvation and stress? Amon... It couldn't be real. He died in the fire, the one that engulfed his apartment after our one night together. Having remained within the same corner of this seemingly endless pit of darkness, I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my forehead upon my knees. Just the sound of his voice, whether in my head or not was enough to bring me to tears. Wrapping my mangled arms around my bare legs, I quietly murmured his name to myself, almost as if he could hear me beyond the grave.

"Amon..."

Though tainted with great sadness within, I could hardly muster the ability to express it vocally. My thoat was both parched and strained from my horrible battles, the end result in my voice being hoarse. But I could hardly care about being heard, especially in this hell. But through it all I felt a strange feeling, as if he was here, right infront of me. As if even with all this pain and death surrounding me, there was someone here that I could reach out to with worry or fear. But it couldn't be this one... The one that had been haunting me for the past week.

His deep midnight eyes that I was only allowed to dive a certain depth into seemed to be all around me. Every encounter I had down here made me think of how much I missed his presense, just knowing he was nearby having given me courage in previous situations. When we worked together, I always looked up to him for his approval. And I figured that in order to achieve it, I'd have to step out of my circle of fear. And even though he didn't give much of a sign of how he felt on my actions, I still tried my best. And even though he never seemed to like to step over the proffessional line, deep down I always wished that he would have taken the step quicker. Then perhaps... perhaps this wouldn't have happened... No... This wasn't his fault. Not at all. How could I ever think of blaming him? Maybe it was my fault after all, for being what I was.

Looking up from where I sat, my eyes strained to see who it was in the darkness before me. His voice was sounding more and more real to me, the tones ringing clear within my ears. The deep and lightly rough voice of his, it rang over and over again in my head. With my cheeks still wet with my own tears, I slowly unfolded my thinning frame, climbing up to my feet with the help of the walls at my sides. And though my body was thoroughly weak and tired, I made myself stumbled forth a couple steps, almost falling back down to the hard flooring. Thankfully my legs weren't slow enough that I couldn't get them back underneath myself before all my balance was thrown off. But the sudden movements strained my muscles, causing a string of pain to stretch from my calves and up through my back. It was almost enough to make me collapse right then and there, but I didn't, and I don't even know what kept me up and standing. Suddenly I knew... My hands felt beneath them the wet leather that someone wore. Whether I stumbled on this person from infront or behind, I didn't know. But as I reached my shakey hand up, it brushed lightly against his hair, the thick locks that seemed to keep everyone our of his business, I suddenly felt I knew who it was. A single hand still upon the leather of his jacket, I slowly crumpled to the floor, my head tilted downwards as my tangled locks fell around my face. Though my hand still was upon him, grasping hold to a fold of his pants.

(Well, there you have it... I hope you enjoyed! ^.^)
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