Friday, April 23, 2004

   OPENING NIGHT!
OH MY GOD! TONIGHT IS OPENING NIGHT OF THE MUSICAL!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I'M SO EXCITED I CAN'T STOP TYPING IN ALL CAPS!!!!!

*big breath*
Woah.
Yeah.
I'm so hyper right now. I can't wait to go perform

Oh yeah, sorry for not being around a lot. Kinda busy with practice and homework and all.
Oh wel. I'm in a delightful mood. Hope everyone else is too!
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Thursday, April 15, 2004

   Squisshy rubber duckies
Uhg. School is so horrifying. I am horrified. Watch me as I scream . . .

~ ~ !!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHH.
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I have musical practice everyday with shoes that kill my poor poor feet. I have a headache. I also have . . . a headache. Wait . . . what was I going to type. I don't remember.
Foggyness.
Ewugh.
Bye Bye

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Sunday, April 11, 2004

Easter Day

Alright, spring is definately official, because it's Easter after all.
I love spring time, without it, I would be depressed for nearly half of the year.
Thank goodness for sunshine blue skies and green ness everywhere.

Happy Easter Everyone who celebrates it.
And Happy DAys to all of you who don't !
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Thursday, April 8, 2004

Oi Friends!
Hello All!
Sorry I haven't been around in a while. I've been busy with school and such, watching Fruits Basket and trying for Rah Xephon.

Anyway, I've been sort of bored lately, of the otaku. Because I've stopped getting feedback. And that is boring to me. Oh well, I should probably visit people's sites. Oh well. (again)

I'll be around, maybe, but don't count on it.
^-^ Have a happy spring.

Maarii

P.s. This story is on pause. Because I think people just didn't really take to this one.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Answer Me This

"Okay!" He shouted as he stepped out into a dimly lit hallway. Running to catch up with the child, he tried to formulate the right words to ask the right question. He ended up in another room, much like a living area with a few pieces of worn out looking furniture and disgustingly flowery wallpaper.
The kid was not around, and one question that did manage to percolate through the confusion was, How was she so fast?
But that wasn't important.
What was important was the fact that the other three people, a term to be used loosely, were in fact lounging about in this room, and smiling at him. "She went that way," the lavendar haired lady flicked her fingers in the direction he had just come from. Before turning around and running again, he had the briefest notion that the woman desperately needed more clothing. He blocked the sight of other two men from his mind as much as possible, at least to keep that fraction of his sanity.
He sprinted down the hallway, came to a rather shoddy looking door, and opened it up to reveal daylight. At least, he thought it must have been daylight, because all at once he couldn't see at all.
After many seconds of blinking, his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He turned to his left as he heard someone sigh. "I know . . . I know," she said with slight despair. "'Where? When? Why? and How?'" She was leaning against the dusty wood of the building, and she looked absolutely frustrated. "Those questions," she took an aggravated breath, "I just don't have the time to answer right now, Marcus!" After a moment she turned her head to stare in his general direction. "Why do you have to be so . .. so curios?!"
He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. He hadn't actually said more than two sentences since meeting her, but somehow she knew every thought.
Oh yes, she could read his mind.
Well that was going to be the first thing squared up.
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Sunday, March 28, 2004

Just Keep Smiling
"Please everyone, leave the boy to me. I'll explain everything."
By the way he/she said the word everything he knew that he wouldn't like it.
The others filed out of the room, and the child slowly walked towards him. "Marcus, first let's clear one thing up. I am a female. Now you can stop thinking of me in the genderless sense."
"Okay," it was all he could manage.
"My name is S - A - M, which does spell Sam, but it's short for something, and not my actual name; however, you will be calling me Sam."
"Okay," again it was all he could say, because she was freaking him out.
"Next, I am blind. That's why I can't focus on you, because I can't see you."
"Okay . . . " he had never realized before that his brain only consisted of one word.
"I can read your mind."
"Oh . . . kay," he had tried to say something different, but it failed.
"Now take some time to absorb this information." And he/she . . . she strolled out of the room.
He fell back on the bed, sat back up, fell back down, jumped out of the bed, and followed the child. This was just one of those times he couldn't sit and just think. He had questions, and he was determined to get some answers.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Screaming Never Helps
"So he isn't one hundred percent in the head, who is?" A tall skinny man said. There was something rather odd about this man. Maybe it was his ears. Yes, because they were long and bright blue and fuzzy, sort of like rabbit ears, but skinnier.
"Don't be silly, Ruter," the terribly curvaceous lady spoke up to his right. "He is a boy after all." She was wearing quite the interesting outfit, and her hair was lavendar.
"But ought he to be screaming like that?" The frighteningly large man asked with a deep rumble of a voice. At least this one looked normal, as normal as any man who could outweigh a truck.
"No, screaming or no screaming he's going to have to get used to this site, so he better start now." This child he knew, even if the sight of him/her still confused him.
Okay, Marcus, he thought to himself, there are really only two ways this can go. You can pretend that you aren't sitting in a room with a bunch of weird video game characters, or you take a deep breath and think things through carefully.
"I'd definately go with option two, Marcus. Definately." His eyes just about rocketed out of his head and locked into line with the child's strangely opaque ones. He/She didn't even seem to be looking at him, but he couldn't help but stare in wonder. "What I wouldn't give to see his expression." He/She said with a slight smile.

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Sunday, March 21, 2004

Expectations Always Falter

He blinked furiously, and almost groaned. Whatever it was he was laying on wasn't quite hard enough for it though. Actually, he was quite comfortable, if blind.
BLIND?!
He blinked twice as furiously. Then his eyes adjusted to the dim darkness. Heaving a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. However, his brain played a dirty trick on him and reminded him where he was. Or, more accurately, that he did not know where he was.
He jumped off the bed and spun around, felt his legs give way and plopped back down.
The door opened. Although he had not been aware of the door, he was now aware that it was open, and a tall figure was standing in the portal.
Somehow he knew that the person was smiling.
"Oi, wouldn't e'en think 'a touchin' you, boy." The man darted into the room and a new person appeared, a curvy person as he could tell from the shadow.
"Tied Knots of Zrag Brains! This is him, is it?" If he hadn't have been in an almost catatonic state, he would have asked what she was talking about.
"Now, don't give the boy a heart attack please." Another person, who took up the entire doorway, came inside the room.
"I met him first, now move out of my way." Now, that voice was familiar. "And turn on the light."
"How did she know it was off." He heard someone whisper.
Then the light came on, and as he looked into the faces of the oddest people he had ever seen, he tried very hard to faint again. However, his mind was in an odd mood, a tricky mood, and instead, he screamed.


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Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Boy or Girl?

"So, you showed up did you? Didn't think you would. You are, after all, not even real." The child said this without even looking at him. He . . . or she just sat staring off into the expansive blue sky.
He stared at the kid, trying very hard to determine if it was a boy or a girl. Then it turned around, and he still wasn't sure.
The child looked to be about ten or maybe twelve. Shoulder length wavy hair the color of . . . well, hair as far as he could tell. Very regular looking features, totally non-descript to gender. The only odd thing was that the eyes seemed different, sort of glazed. "Hello," he stammered after making all of the above observations, which took quite a few moments.
"Well thanks for noticing, Marcus."
"How do you . . ." Then he realized that the child wasn't even looking right at him.
"Explanations come and go, but you must come with me right now."
"You . . . you're leaving already? I don't know . . ." Then he looked around, really looked around, and the gravity of his present situation caused him to do one thing he was not accustomed to doing, he fainted.
"Somehow, I should have expected this." He heard just before his entire world was turned upside down.
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Friday, March 12, 2004

The building was not extraordinary. It huddled behind a small grove of pine trees just outside the city, tan and dirty gray, just one big garage. Even if he had seen it before, he wouldn't have noticed it. Against the darkening sky it seemed to be made of shadows more than anything else.
He had run away.
Actually up and done it.
He had actually ran away from home.
If that was supposed to make him pleased with himself, then it wasn't working. He felt very cold, and sort of scared. He looked up at the building with nothing but shelter in mind. He figured it was empty anyway.
He was wrong. When he pushed open the heavy swinging door, he did not see emptiness.(Oddly enough the door wasn't locked either. Coincidence?)He saw big black hulking box like things. Somehow he found a power switch close to the entrance and pulled the handle down. Then, believing his eyes became an even more difficult task.
Spread out in clusters all throughout the unusually large room were arcade games. The kinds he had seen that one time his mother had taken him to the big plaza in the city, and from each and every one came that slight electronically buzzing sound. The sound that meant, they were turned on.
Curiosity overcame him with ease, and he darted into the maze to look at the video games. He had never even touched one before. As he went through, though, he found that every machine was the same. Big black box with a faintly glowing screen and three different color buttons with a stick that moved in circles.
After walking for at least ten minutes he thought he would just turn back, go home, and watch his fish some more. That, however, is not what he did. He turned around and went to the one game that was different. The screen was a little bigger and showed a grassy field with a child sitting in the grass.
He touched the control stick.
It was warm, uncomfortably warm.
He tried to focus on the screen, but his eyes became blury, and when he blinked to clear it up, it got worse until he couldn't see at all.
Then he could see fine.
The fact was that he couldn't see the game anymore, but a massively expansive field, and right in front of him, a child.
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