Wednesday, August 24, 2005

enahhh
i'm so tried XC is not for me i'm not the competive atlethe like my older brother was so i quit i can't get the skool number one best in it's class. i joined to have fun and to run thinking that i liked it. and i was WRONGED!. but hay being a Junior now my life is jsut around the corner i've got to look ahead and plan out my life. as much as i don't want to but to be a Creative Writing Professor is actually something i look forward to.

Oh i'm so Happy can't wait for Friday my friend Kiore (Kioreotg) is having his party and i'm BRining Kristen but first she's coming over to hang out. Can you say Romantic walk in the woods to ask her out! Yeah Baby!! this summer has been all about her i had found so much out about my self just thinking about her! oh man i can't wait
C ya on the Sun! it's Hot hot HOT!
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

   My legs!!!!
"Sarge!! i CAn't feel my legs that Mine blew them off and it took my digtiny...shoot me now Sarge i'm useless to the platoon. please put me out Sarge i can't go on!!

that's what i feel like i bike 4 miles there run 7 miles bike 4 miles back thats 8 miles bikeing and 7 running that's 15 miles it's like torture for me everyone else rides in Vechiles!! my legs i'm gald i have a laptop cause i havn't got off the floor...i'm pooped good night
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Monday, August 22, 2005

   Writer's BLOCK!!!!!!
well XC practice started today so my legs are like noddles now and i have Writers Block so the story is on hold i'm gonna try to write a few poems for Kristen to jog it sry people
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Sunday, August 21, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep.6)
. . .As I stepped off the stone railing and in front of the guards they didn’t do anything, they stayed stiff. I searched my pockets for my amulet and put it around my neck. I walked up to the door and the guards put their Halberds in my path.
“State your business fighter,” spoke the one on my right.
“I’m here to take the Swordsman Test,” I said to the door. The guard on my left turned and knocked once one the door. A knock came from the other side. Than the guard knock twice and clap once. Than there was one small soft knock, and he turned around. The doors opened and a man with grey hair and a courtier’s outfit on motioned me inside.
“This way good fighter,” a courtier’s job was to escort unknowns and pupils, they were like butlers for the council. He brought me into an arena where the Grand Master was dodging attacks from a woman who was fighting with a short sword.
“Have a seat the Grand Master we’ll be with you when she’s done.” And he walked away. I remember when I fought the Grand Master he wore armor that covered his body completely. In this fight the armor he was wearing was made up of diamond shaped Steel shapes spaced apart connected with small metal bars it coved his entire body, his hands, his feet, even around his head. She kept jabbing forward for the red ceramic plate. And he kept swatting it away. It took me seven weeks to break it. Grand Master would hit you in any spot that was open to teach you about blocking. He never told you what to do, even when not fighting him he would not give any tips. She reared back for what look like a slash but went to a non-fluid motion of a left sided under arm hack. Grand Master chopped her in her side and she fell.
“You can quit today and continue tomorrow,” he told her. I hated it when he told me that, it made me continue to fight and get frustrated. She nodded and got to her feet and walked away holding her side. The Grand Master begun to take his armor off. It came off in pieces as if there were gloves, helm, chest plate and leg plates. He looked into the stands and saw me watching.
“Ah Mytho what can I do for you,” I stood up and bowed.
“I see you don’t forget who you train Grand Master Ten,” I replied, straighten up.
“What did you think of her she’s been trying since this morning,”
“And she gave up with a chop into her sides?”
“I remember your fight never giving up until something was broken,”
“Still the same I see you have new armor,”
“Yes come down and bring your sword we shall talk in a spar, I want to see how much you have changed,” I took my jacket, snow pants and my sweater took my sword out of its sheath and jumped into the arena.
“So what are you doing back a swordsman test?” he had put his armor on and gone into a stance.
“Yes . . . , were is your weapon?” I asked trying to make it that I’m surprised.
“Ah that’s the beauty of this armor it is the weapon as well,” I brought my sword down and he blocked it with his arm my sword crashed down on one of the steel diamonds. Grand Master Ten was a little shorter than me and he was his strength isn’t notice by his physical but by how he fights. It’s as if he was a muscle builder. He’s hard and fast but almost looks like a bean pole. I strike against his armor not at full strength I’m seeing what he does with this Weapon/armor.
“Your not fighting at full,” he went into to punch the side of my hip, and I moved the sword in his fist’s path and hurled myself in the air above my sword. His fist connected and I feel on him crushing him to the floor smashing the ceramic plate. I got to my feet and helped Ten up.
“I did not see that coming,” he told me
“Neither did I,”
“I’d say you have become unpredictable, which brings me to my original question what can I do for you?”
“You are most wise to discover this from one fight, but you have won the metal fight and I’m here for something else,”
“Thank you Mytho,” he nodded his head at me. I took a breath of air and told him.
“Do you know of a Warrior that Changes in the Rain?” I ask as if I was a detective. His face changed from curious to a bit of alarmed but concerned.
“How do you know about such a warrior?”
“I crossed swords with him in Nevada in a town city of Glas, what can you tell me about him”
“Nothing really your friend Almet is Watching for this Warrior,”
“I know I tracked him down and asked him,” his wise face appeared to me again but a little cheerful.
“Mytho walk with me to the library I suppose you want to research him and ask questions,” we started to walk out of the arena using the channel ways to the prep rooms.
“Go ahead and ask away,” he told me.
“Is he part of some kind of prophecy?”
“At the moment the council thinks he might be so we assign the Watchers Council to Research, so far only things we found was that he would have come around this decade and what he could do,”
“So he’s just a choose freak kind of thing?”
“No he’s more of a higher being with a purpose he on earth,”
“How do you think he achieved this gift?”
“Probably after he was christened to be a warrior,” he turned the corner into a hallway with windows that looked out at the mountain side at the end was two large cheery wooden doors.
“Could he get rid of it?”
“At this moment if could but he would have to die,” we stopped in front of the doors.
“You can research anything you want, and I do expect you to find something,”
“Oh I won’t give up,”
“Good to hear I also accept you to be in the Practice hall for Swordsman training,” with that he walked away. Grand Master Ten is a weird man, he look like he’s in his 20s but his actually 30 something. One of the youngest Grand Masters of course the New Age Warriors have only been around for about two decades. I realize that I had just lied to everyone I met in this place. My stomach turns and guilty plagues my mind. I push the library doors open and the thought that I should have been an actor makes me chuckle and clear my mind . . .

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Friday, August 19, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (ep. 5)
The next day, afternoon, above Spain, in a plane ; Mytho
I sat at the window seat, my sword at my side I held it like a cane. I dressed like a skiing tourist, blue jeans and a purple sweater. It seems nobody travels that much anymore. The cabin was sparingly so they allowed people to sit where they wanted. I sat in the front row on the left side of the plane. Nobody else sat near me, The New age Warriors and the swords gave people the wrong signals. We were hated, much like any organizations, there are followers and haters and people who don’t care. I flight would be landing in Milan, Italy. There I will find a ride north to Switzerland. Once there I would have to find the hidden path to the building or whatever it’s called, temple, dojo, sacred place. The building sat on top of a mountain, actually it was the top of a mountain. This building or whatever was home to the Council of the New age Warriors. I’ve been there only once. To become a warrior, you had to find it first and than you went through the process of trying to break a ceramic plate on the chest of the Grand Sword Master. It usually takes weeks maybe even months I heard of someone taking a year to do it, and I heard someone completed it in 24 hours. The plane started to bank left, I looked out the window and I was looking directly down at the ground. We had to be above Milan and were descending to land. It took about 12 minutes for the plane to finally pull into the tarmac. The Captain gave us the okay to leave the plane. I got up and got my Jansport bookbag out of the overhead compartment, I threw over my shoulder and carried my sword in the other hand. Surprisingly as I walked too through the airport and out of the gate and exited out onto the street. Nobody asked if I was a warrior and asked to see my amulet. I started to walk north on the side of the highway looking for a truck I can climb into the back. With my luck an old farm truck with hay in the back passed me, I started to run for it, I grabbed the back and threw my self in it. I squeezed in the middle of the hay bales. The truck slowed and than I heard a voice of what must have been border patrol.
“Ah Mr. Whitaker you found some hay for those cows of yours,” I heard a man say.
“Yup I had to go almost to Rome to find it,” it had to be the driver cause I heard him more loudly.
“All right you can pass see ya later Mr. Whitaker,” the truck started to move and I moved to the back. Sure enough I had passed though, now all I have to hope full is that Skual doesn’t track me down with the airports. I remember very fondly of where the concealed path was but I had an idea of the surroundings. I moved to the back and moved the bales enough too cerate a space I could relax and watch the surroundings pass by. I was getting colder so I got my red snowboarder’s jacket out and put it on. But it was my legs that were getting cold. I got my grey snow pants on, soon my hands begun to get numb. So now I was dress for snow, I looked back and it was getting more hilly as the truck went than it became more wooded and than turns I knew I was close. I stood up and tried to look ahead. The trees got more dense and it was getting more steep with turn after turn after turn. Than it was a hill and a turn with more to come and I jumped off onto the road. I looked around. This had to be the place. Than I found it a tree with a marking on it. It was an oak tree with it leaves still on it. An oak tree in Switzerland. “Yea nothing suspicious about that,” the marking was the same as the amulet. A fancy letter “N” for. I walked up to the tree and ran my hand across the mark. I searched my pockets and found my Amulet I took it out, it was made of gold and was strung on one of the most durable thin strands of metal. I fitted mine in the mark of the tree, and in the bark of the tree an arrow glowed pointing in a northwesterly direction. I started to walk in the direction. I found the trees getting thinner and the hill more steep. It took about an hour for me to finally walk five miles. And out into an opening at the base of a mountain. In front of me sat the staircase that leads up to the large stone building, temple thingy. I don’t like stairs and I can walk faster in the snow than climbing stairs. So I decided to walk up on the short stone railing. As I walked, the building came closer and closer. I need to come up with a story. I can’t just tell them who I am and what happens to me, they might want to test me. I know I’ll tell them I’m here to take the swordsman’s test. See the New age Warriors have ranks you start of at a fighter, able to carry a blade. Than you can become a swordsman, than you can carry two blades, than you must choose what class to go into. Either a Watcher, Warrior, or a Council Apprentice. The Watchers job was to act like police but secretly, a Warrior you could be a guard, hired Merc or just someone who does jobs for the council. A Council Apprentice is a position where you would train to become a master and be a government official. That usually takes until you’re about 50 years old. The large wooden doors came into view two guards. I took a breath and approached casually . . .
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

   Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep. 4)
As time sped up the four of them witness first hand an experience that would change who they thought Mytho was. Almet went for ready to jab Mytho to shielding his eyes, Skual smack hard against the pavement, Kiore paused to watch the light, and Ren laid unconscious. The Light subsided to reveal another being, a being that glowed blue, with weird shaped armor pieces covering his body. It looked nothing like the pervious Mytho but it was still Mytho. The Sword came down right into the new Mytho’s hand. Skual looked up and jumped up in pain taking three shots with his handgun. Mytho held out his hand and a stream of water spurted forward, the bullets entered the stream but where slowed and push the other way. As the bullets feel on the ground at Skual’s feet, the water stopped pumping from Mytho’s hand. Kiore snapped the rifle back and brought it back up and aimed for Mytho again. This time he pulled back all three hammers and pulled the trigger. The three large bullets traveled through the air together. As they came into city limits a shockwave of a thin layer of water slowed them. The shockwave originated from Mytho, the three bullets hit the pavement and rolled down a storm drain. Mytho looked at Skual with eyes of anger, than thin paper like scrolls flowed behind Mytho. They were wings and they moved slowly with a fluid motion, Mytho begun to hover above them. And a wing wrapped around Skual and another around Almet. Skual begun to be thrashed around the street but Almet, he was disarmed and gently tossed aside. Two other wings took his swords and threw them into a concert wall. The Scabbards stuck in the wall, Skual was whipped into the air and than slammed back down. Mytho looked from Skual to Ren and than met eyes with Almet. Mytho’s wings drew back into Mytho’s spine and with that Mytho took of running to the North. Almet walked over and tried to get his swords out of the wall. With enough force he freed them and put them back onto his belt. He Saw Ren still laying on the ground, he ran over and lifted her head up to see if she was still breathing. The sound of an engine got closer and closer, a light shined onto the street and Kiore pulled into the street on a four-wheeler.
“Put her on the front I’ll take her to a hospital,” he said. Almet picked her up and laid her across the front of the four-wheeler.
“Hang on better take Skual,” he said poorly picking him up and shoving him on the back. Kiore nodded and drove off for the highway. Almet looked around and saw that Mytho left his scabbard. Almet looked up to the sky and the rain seemed to stop, he looked back down and sighed. Mean while Mytho was running at a full pace he had left the city and was nearing the north river as soon as he approached he dropped his sword on the banks and jumped in. In the water his glowing stopped and he gave out a scream letting out his oxygen, the armor piece began to be absorbed by his skin. In only seconds he was his normal looking self. He swam up and picked his head above water. The rain had stopped, he swam back to the bank of the river where he dropped his sword. He walked out soaking wet, he dropped to the ground bu his sword. He turned over and reached into his vest and pulled out his pistol and checked it over. He spun the cylinder pulled back the hammer and slowly put it back. He put it back in his vest and looked over at his sword. The blade was double edge with a diamond tip, the hilt of it was double crossed and his hand guard was what small and thick. The end of the sword was a bronze diamond shape with a small black dot in the middle. He coughed again and sat upright and crossed his legs and put his hands behind his back to hold himself up.
“Got to go back for the sheath,” he said to himself. His scabbard was tossed into his lap.
“You mean that,” Came Almet’s voice next to him. Mytho looked up to find Almet like his clam self, his hair a mess his glasses on straight and hands at the side.
“Your one hell of a samurai Almet,”
“And your one hell of whatever you are,” he replied. Mytho looked to the west to see a small white light go off in the distance.
“Kiore took Ren and Skual to the Hospital,” Almet told him.
“Almet, I need you to keep Skual off my back,”
“What about Kiore and Ren?” he asked.
“I’ll deal with Ren and find out why she’s attacking you, Kiore he’s making sure Skual doesn’t get out of line,”
“Why where are you going now?”
“Switzerland,”
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Friday, August 12, 2005

   monday lunch

kristen agreed to have lunch with me monday, can't wait. i need to make my impression there i've got jewely for her but i don't know when to give it to her. i still got a ways to go. plus to knock Mike off the food chain
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Thursday, August 11, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep.3)
The man held Ren around the waist and pressed his sword to her neck. The way he held her she was unable to move her arms. The Man moved one eye over Skual than over Almet and stared him in the eyes.
“I’m not afraid of you Skual you won’t take the shot while I hold Ren here, but Almet on the other hand could very well jab through my side missing all vital organs and give me a flesh wound . . . but I could very well step out in the rain and all three of you will be dead,” spoke the man. Skual was aiming the .45 with his left hand and holding it with his right which was on his watch.
“You wouldn’t step out in the rain, in pains you too much, so don’t bullshit me Mytho,” the man looked back at Skual and smiled, he fully extended his arm with the sword out in the rain. The rain drops fell and splashed on the sword and his arm. Where the rain touched him, he glowed, a blue aura enveloped his arm and hand. He drew it back to press the sword against Ren’s neck again. As he did the Sword seem to give of a small blue glowing trail of its movement. Ren was being press against him almost on his right side as if using her as a shield. Mytho’s glowing right arm bent outwards so he could but the blade against her neck. Almet stood in a stance where his swords were close together to make it so they almost fitted together like a puzzle to make a wider sword. The Rain had completely drenched his hair but his outfit was still repelling the drops. Skual was moving his fingers that rested on his watch. Up on the cliff the covered up man looked at his watch a red light flashed twice. He took his long rifle from under his many layers he opened the triple barrel chambers and loaded a dart into the bottom center one. He locked in back in and aimed downwards into the city. With his high-tech scope he had his sights on Mytho’s side he was waiting for a more clear shot without Ren being in the way. In the street Skual had put his arms down his .45 rested by his side. Almet hadn’t say anything since here arrived. Mytho was still staring him in the eyes but he was looking at Ren. Mytho coughed away from Ren breaking eye contact and than looked up at what sky he could see.
“Are you gonna let me run off or what cause I’m sick of waiting?” he asked.
“We’re suppose to let you run off in the rain like you were normal?” asked Skual.
“Why is it you seem to be an asshole every time we meet Skual? Even around friends you always try to mister big shot,” Mytho retorted at him.
“Cause I’m CIA I can do anything, and there’s nothing you can do to me” he replied.
“Yes I can I’m a new age warrior unlike yourself which means I can hack you down for impersonating a warrior,”
“Do you see the sword? Only New age Warriors are able to carry swords legally around” Skual says showing a long sword under his trench coat.
“Than why do you show your CIA ID when someone asks you if you’re a New age warrior,”
“Shut up I don’t need to take this shit from you,”
“Skual you shut up all he’s getting you to do let down your guard down, he could have done away with you at anytime during that conversation, the fact that he didn’t means two things . . . ,” Almet was sounding like he was a scientist that came onto something.
“Either he doesn’t want to enter the rain fully or he can’t attack a friend,” Almet was now smiling but still in the stance. Mytho smiled and closed his eyes and shook his head. Without opening his eyes to watch them he spoke out loud.
“Well for stepping out in the rain I will if I have to attack you,” he took one step to the end of the dried sidewalk and another one putting his leg out in the rain. Up on the cliff Kiore saw his opening and took it. He pulled the trigger and the dart shot out with a silence whoosh, the dart stuck in the neck but not the neck of Mytho but of Ren she was instantly knocked out and Mytho let her down gently on the ground. He had moved so fast and accurate out of the path of the dart and put Ren in its path.
“Shit!” yelled Skual he drew up another .45 and had both on Mytho. Almet had changed stance thinking Mytho was going to attack.
“Now it’s my turn,” Mytho threw his sword through the air over the building, Almet darted for Mytho. But Mytho had already started to run at Skual the Rain splashed against his body in movement. Like a football player pushing another player out of the way. Mytho ran through him knocking him against the pavement Almet was inches away from Mytho when it happen . . . as if time stopped Kiore on the cliff was reloading, Ren laid knocked out, Skual was hitting the Pavement, Almet was reading to stab Mytho, and the glowing blue specks on Mytho’s arm and face glowed brighter until burst of Light blinded them all in that moment . . .

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Monday, August 8, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep.2)
...The Samurai waited with his hands ready to unsheathed his two swords on the Man. The blonde raised his hand up to settle the Samurai.
“Relax Almet, I’m not here for a fight,” spoke the Blonde. The Samurai still stood at the ready of a fight.
“You and I and a couple of other friends are here tonight,” thunder cracked after the Blonde finished.
“He’s really drawn a crowd to himself if you’re here,” spoke the Samurai addressed Almet.
“Well the CIA can’t have a possible terrorist alive anymore,”
“Let me guess Kiore and Ren are here as well?” asked Almet.
“Yea Kiore is on point, Ren? ...well she might be hunting you instead,”
“Ren? ...hunting me? You lie to much Skual,”
“No really I’m not lying this time she has a bone to pick with you,”
“Whatever . . . ” with that the Samurai looking warrior Almet relaxed and turned to walk down the ally adjacent from himself. The Blonde addressed as Skual continued to walk down his street and turned the corner to find yet another street of small shops and businesses. But one shop interested him, a doughnut shop, its lights were out but a flashlight could be seen moving around inside.
“The power must have gone out,” Skual said to himself. He walked across the street to the front window of the doughnut shop to find the Flashlight moving back, than a door opening and closing. A man soon ran out of the ally carrying a rain coat over his head and a flashlight in one hand. Inside the man who sat at the booth was now in the bathroom with the door ajar. He stealthily crept inside when the power went out to make it look like he left. He looked through the ajar door to see Skual standing in front of the window. The man reached into his vest and brought out an old fashion western pistol. He brought it up and aimed at Skual. Skual looked inside once more than continued to walk again out of the man’s sight. The man brought the pistol back down and slowly let the hammer go. He walked out of the bathroom and laid down again on the booth this time lying completely flat. His sword by his side and one hand on his pistol.
Almet was now walking down a bricked wall ally listening for anything that moved or breathed. Above him on the roof tops the Woman was keeping pace with man. She thought to be silent, when she drew her scimitar and hurled herself through the air hovered a moment brought her sword pointing down upon Almet and fell. She fell faster than the raindrops, they would slash her in the face and the way down. Almet heard the rain splash in her face in the split second, he drew one sword and blocked the down coming sword. Ren flipped through the air in some acrobatic way landing on her feet and ready to sword fight.
“A little bird told me you were on the prowl,” spoke Almet.
“Damn Skual . . . I’d like to see him last one day as a true warrior not some agent,” the woman spoke.
“I’m curious why you would be looking to fight me?” asked Almet
“You took my last three bounties on purpose they were my kills but you took them,”
“You should tag your game Ren, assassins number one rule on bringing in the money, you’re lucky I was the one who took them any other warrior might have killed you,”
“Than consider you self tagged,” she threw her sword at him, Almet deflected it away, drawing his second sword in the process. Ren jumped off the ground to one wall to the other catching her sword in the air, than slashing the top bricks apart to fall down on Almet. Almet quickly dodged all caught one on his sword and batted it back at her. But she had already started running on the roof tops as her life was endangered by cheetah chasing her. She stopped before a street and looked back Almet didn’t follow. She took a breath of air and looked around the street and found a doughnut shop with the lights off. This interested her as it did with Skual. She jumped through the air landing with a splash in the front window as she looked in to see what was inside. Inside below the Window the man was wide-eye at her face pressed against the window. He grabbed his pistol and stood up aiming the gun in her face. She quickly alerted her senses in the millisecond it took for him to pull the trigger she began to move sideways to avoid the bullet. In the moment it happened, the glass shattered and she stepped aside. Almet heard the gunshot and the glass and quickly ran, Skual also heard both sounds and ran back to the doughnut shop. Both arrived at the scene to find the Man his sword drawn at the neck of Ren standing under the canopy of the doughnut shop. Almet drew both of his swords and Skual bought out a standard .45 handgun. At the same time both Men spoke at once.
“Let her go Mytho,”...
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