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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Yup, that title's absolutely pointless. Yeah... Anyways, I drew some stuff last night and, since I can't log onto OB because of AOL, I'll put my art here. And since the files are too big, I've uploaded them elsewhere.
Gabriél/Fayren
Hayden
Both are characters from the following piece of fiction, which I have yet to finish.
Deadly Deadly Sin
Fayren peered out at the crowd. The club seemed nearly full. It was the last night they would open for Spineshank. Sighing, she turned to Hayden, her bassist, and Raquel, her drummer.
"He's out there. Are we ready to deal with him?" They both nodded. She had discussed this many times over. "Even during the set?"
"We've gone over this hundreds of times." Hayden stepped towards her and was just about to give her a reassuring kiss when the club's manager ducked backstage.
"You're on in two," he barked. Stopping short, he looked from Hayden and Fayren to Raquel and back again with a curious look in his eyes.
"They love each other," Raquel said from her spot on the far wall. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" The manager only shook his head and left.
"Thanks," Fayren said as she pulled away from Hayden. "I don't know where we'd be without you."
Raquel let out one of her ringing laughs. "In Hell, of course. That, or in a garage looking for a decent drummer. Just don't let that bastard get in between you, alright?" With a tiny smirk, she leaned back against the wall and fell into a meditative state.
"Don't worry," Hayden whispered softly into her ear. "I won't let him hurt you." He pulled her close and gave a her light, but lingering, kiss before prepping himself.
But there's nothing you can do for me, love... She thought back to all that had happened as she absentmindedly put on the microphone and tuned. Streching a bit, she noticed the tattoo on the back of her right hand, the mark of the Agents of Heaven, or Angels as mortals so loved to call them. Where it had once been black, it now glowed an angry, dark red. She rubbed at it, as if that could ever make it go away or make it what it once was. It was meant to show the Servants of Hell, or Dæmons, other Angels, and psychics like Raquel and Sirel that she was a Fallen, an Angel removed from grace and Paradise. She spared a glance at Hayden. He too bore a Mark, but he hid it as much as possible. Come on, get back in the game... With a furious shake of her head, she attempted to clear her mind, but to no avail.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce Blood Red Moon!" The crowd clapped, a little subdued but at least they clapped. Fayren glanced at her band mates before smiling at the crowd and playing their newest song.
Gabriél looked away in disbelief at what she was hearing. How could he? "Why, Uriel? Why?" she asked, forcing herself to look at him again. Her eyes welled with tears she refused to let fall in front of him.
"Don't," Uriel ordered as he turned his back. "Do you know how hard this is for me?"
She spun him around angrily and stared into his bright green eyes. "This must be terribly agonizing for you! You get to stay in Paradise while I'm sent to that hell-hole?! And for what? Nothing! How is that hard for you?!"
"I'm sorry but you know your ideas have become too contreversial for Him." He turned away again. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I know you're not. Just understand. Can you do that for me? Please?" A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry, please don't. You're the one who doesn't understand. I love you, can't you see that?"
Gabriél shuddered. "No," she whispered after a brief, thick silence, shuddering again. "Goodbye, my lord." With that, she walked away, trying with all her might not to look back. Uriel turned to watch her until she became a microscopic speck on the horizon. He would have a duty to fulfill, but that could be put off as long as possible.
"I'm sorry, my angel Gabriél."
Simon laughed to himself before turning to his most faithful of Servants, Hayden. "Heaven is losing an Agent. Find her, Convert her. It shouldn't be too hard; her spirit has already been broken. Check the usual spots."
Hayden bowed low and, as he straightened, smirked. "Yes, of course, sir." Simon smiled. Hayden turned on his heel and headed into the club downstairs. After reaching the bottom of the spiral staircase leading to the offices, he strode towards the bar, calling over an old friend: Ria the bartender.
"Oh! what a nice little surprise. Haven't seen you in a good long while. Been working hard for the boss?"
"Of course. There's nothing I can really do about that, now is there?"
Ria made a little grunting laugh. "Right, suckered in by the bad soap plot like most of us? I thought you' be too smart for that one."
He looked away. "Just do me a favor. If a seventeen-year-old looking girl comes in here, give her whatever she wants and bill me."
She smirked. "You haven't changed a bit. Still taking jobs whenever you can. Or maybe you have changed and you have a new girlfriend."
He continued to stare off into the distance with a poker face. "Just do it. I have to go."
"Always such a charmer." She sauntered away to serve a customer. Hayden left through the back door and walked quickly to his motorcycle in the nearly empty rear parking lot. Carefully, he checked it for any kind of damage and wiped away a tiny smudge. Starting the engine, he thought of where to check first and headed for the police station. Fallen almost always ended up there for some reason or another.
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That's it for now. Enjoy this until I can log onto OB again.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2003
The Shibby DA Quiz
I got this quiz from Lamont on DA. Please take it and evaluate moi.
1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I loveable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
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Friday, December 19, 2003
I need to stop taking quizzes...
I KNEW IT!!!!!
Yup, that's me!
Sniff...
You are pure evil:
Oh indeed - you are a lady, but an evil one. You
stand proudly by your cult leader (or whoever
you like to call him), and pray that one day
you will be favoured above the rest. Though we
do admire your outlook on life - you most
probably have all the fun, no matter how much
evil you inflict on others, you always manage
to come out sipping on red wine and cackling
insanely. Go you!
What Lady of Society are You? (images included)
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Yes, yes I am.
You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you're
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you're the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks
jokes at social gatherings - after all,
laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you
could be the next Einstein.
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Yes, this too is me.
What's Your Inner Killer?
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Hug the sharp metallic objects...
YOU ARE A DARK WARLOCK!
You are a deeply mysterious and devastatingly
intelligent being. You like to spend your time
alone studying ways to bend others to your will
and ways to cheat death. Although you have
immense power and and army of followers, death
will find you eventually.
Welcome to the shadows!
And now that you know who you are, take my hand and
join me in a trip to the unknown....
Come
with me and live forever....
What Evil Creature of the Night are you?
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Life as a house...0.o
MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Huhn? I'm so confused. I need a Double Shot! But I need the money first. ^_^
...okay...
Strangely true. None of my friends seem to understand my love of Sweet Pea and Cumbermelon scented products...
...uhhuhn...
This too sounds right. Okay, I'm afraid.
I love the way I look! ^_^ Black and red wings!
Freakish, yet fun.
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That's Why They Call Me A Freak
This post's title is courtesy of AOL Radio, pretty much the only reason why I don't want to change ISPs. Anyways, Hell Week has ended for the most part and all that's left are the various Christmas related events. And...I'M SINGING IN THE LITURGY ON TUESDAY!!! ^_^ Even though I'm not Catholic in even the most remote sense. But I went around the Chorus teacher this one. And it's not a solo. I'll be singing with six other people. But it's a song I actually care about. So I shall sing it! And I've come more or less the grips with the Messiah. Probably because I only have to sing it once more. And I have two new musical obsessions: Dimmu Borgir and Static-X's 'The Only'. I have turned slightly more goth on you all. Now send me Hot Topic gift cards so I can buy my lighter. And it's not for smoking.
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Sunday, December 14, 2003
Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!
Thankies much to Wondershot, but I kind thought that was it. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!!!! Sorry. I'm lovin' me some Three Days Grace at the moment. I think I'm changing ISPs sometime after Christmas, or at least I hope, and my mom's been hinting that she's gotten me a PS2 but I just had a big fight with her over something stupid, as usual. I should become a mime. Maybe then I'd get stuffies and not trouble. Or I could just say how I feel, make it rhyme, put it to music, and get a record deal. Or not. Anyways, I'm almost done all my Christmas shopping! YAY!!!! But Hell Week cometh. BOO!!!!! Monday to Thrusday, rehersals from 6pm to 9pm. But I do get to come home, change, and eat a really early dinner. And I have my dress and shoes for the concert. And it seems like everyone in the state of Pennslyvania is doing Handël's 'Messiah' for their winter concerts, including the school up the block. I heard it was pretty bad though. Makes me feel slightly better. Kinda. In other completely off-topic news, I have three things to do for my school newspaper. 1. A Prendie-related comic 2. the upcoming entertainment section and 3. the new bands section. I have most of the upcoming entertainment 'researched' and at least two bands picked out (Lacuna Coil and Dimmu Borgir) but I want a bit more diversity in the new bands and I have no idea what to do for the comic. Any ideas from anyone? It'd be greatly appreciated. Merci beaucoup!
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Handel and his Messiah are going to make me scream...
I know I shouldn't complain, but 1. I didn't get the solo I wanted but friends of mine did and 2. THIS ORATORIO IS DRIVING ME MAD!!!! So I decided to go find MIDI files for the music so it might be a little easier to do for the concert, which, by the way, is in just over a week. So, I'll be hyperventilating in my corner for a while. In the meantime, I'll upload the songs so you can here this madness for yourself. I'll be singing mostly the highest parts in all the pieces. If Handel weren't already dead, I'd drag him somewhere and mangle his body. But it does sound pretty.
In other news, I'm finally updating. Yay. I know I don't sound happy, but there's a reason. I just don't know it yet. Anyways, I made a new site just for my dolls called Deadly Deadly Sin, which is also the name of that piece of fiction I never really went back to. I promise I'll submit something from it soon, as well as my HP fanfic. I'll probably do it over break. But I need to study in the coming weeks. And I had Pre-Calc and Theology tests today. Theology was easy, as always, but I left four questions blank on the Pre-Calc and one that I did fill in I know is wrong. The rest of the subjects will, of course, be right before break, as always, starting with Physics on tomorrow. Oh, and it snowed here over the weekend. It looked all nice and pretty from Saturday morning until about Saturday afternoon. Now it's just dirty and disgusting. But it achieved it's purpose and got me in a Christmas-y mood. I've been singing Christmas carols for the past few days, especially 'The First Noel', which is a part of Music On The Stairs. And *NSYNC... Well, it's not like Linkin Park's coming out with a Christmas album anytime soon! And I have some new art up on DA, so go lookit!
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Sunday, November 30, 2003
There's only one thing I hate about Thanksgiving. Not getting to see everyone again until either Christmas or summer. Not exactly my favourite thing. Anyways, I enjoyed myself. Played a few video games with my favourite cousin, played with my little cousin, and even came up with a concept for Christmas. This year, I think I'm going completely traditional. White lights, strands of popcorn (if the cat doesn't try to eat it), the whole nine. I don't know if I'll have the time though.
In other news, my untitled piece now has some form of organization. I'm going to seperate it into changes in setting and post a few settings at a time. And I found something to do during rehersals. I'm starting a comic, maybe two. The first currently has no direction whatsoever. The second would be a spoof of other online comics. Any ideas for either? I think I might start with Timescapes since I already have a concept for it.
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Friday, November 21, 2003
I Believe In A Thing Called Love
'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' by The Darkness is permanently imprinted into my brain. That darned video comes on every morning just before I leave for school! In other news, I just found out 40 below summer is coming to Philly on December 14! ^_________^ Now to get tickets... I'm not sure if I'll be able to go anyway because of Hell Month... *sigh* A girl can dream though...
I have a new RPG up in the Recruitment forum. It's now rated PG-13 since I'm pretty sure there might only be ocassional violence. It's called Frequency, by the way.
Oh, on a final note, a girl at my school had a "panic attack" in first period today. At least, that's what the teachers thought it was. I think the paramedics had a good idea of the truth though, especially after her friend said she's on Perkiset(?). The rumour now is that she overdosed either last night or early this morning. Scary thing, that is.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Hell Month
So far, I have five pages of my story finished. I've worked on it in every class expect Chorus and PreCalc because I got yelled at last time. ~_~ Anyways, the Chorus shall soon be entering what I like to call Hell Month, the month of frantic practicing and hair pulling leading up to the Christmas events (Advent Liturgy, Christmas Concert Preview, Christmas Concert, Music On The Stairs, and singing as school leaves on last day before break). *sigh* Let the melee begin. But since I'll either be sitting on stage or in the audience for long periods of time, I'll take some art trades and gift art from people. Any takers? Also, I just downloaded Gimp and I must say I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Maybe if I just play around with it for a while...
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Monday, November 17, 2003
Evita
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When i try to explain how i feel
That i still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen; i had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
Don't cry for me, argentina
The truth is i never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me, argentina
Don't cry for me, argentina
The truth is i never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said too much? there's nothing more
I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true
-"Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" from A.L.W.'s 'Evita'
Good song, no? Anyways, I'm going to go see my school's production on Sunday at eight, if I remember to buy the tickets ahead of time. And speaking of Mr. Webber, I think that the Spring concert is going to be a medley of his musicals. At least, that's what I heard from the orchestra president. And people keep looking at me while I'm walking and singing. Maybe I'll find something to sing and post a midi of it. As for my screenplay, it's no longer a screenplay. I've made it into a story. So far, there's three written pages and I've only just scraped at the plot. Here's a little sampler.
Fayren peered out at the crowd. The club seemed nearly full. It was the last night they would open for Spineshank. Sighing, she turned to Hayden, her bassist, and Raquel, her drummer.
"He's out there. Are we ready to deal with him?" They both nodded. She had discussed this many times over. "Even during the set?"
"We've gone over this hundreds of times." Hayden stepped towards her and was just about to give her a reassuring kiss when the club's manager ducked backstage.
"You're on in two," he barked. Stopping short, he looked from Hayden and Fayren to Raquel and back again with a curious look in his eyes.
"They love each other," Raquel said from her spot on the far wall. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" The manager only shook his head and left.
"Thanks," Fayren said as she pulled away from Hayden. "I don't know where we'd be without you."
Raquel let out one of her ringing laughs. "In Hell, of course. That, or in a garage looking for a decent drummer." ...
There's more, but I'm saving it until I know whether I like it or not. If you're confused, just back slowly away...
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