Wednesday, August 18, 2004

   Nuuuuu!
I have to post quick and go to sleep... Gotta get up at 6:30 (prolly) tomorrow, or today, whatever.

Erm, third day now, so... Expect the big trial scene tomorrow ^_^ I've been getting lots of ideas for Oracle, so I think that I'll be writing on it alot. Only that I can't write on it THAT often any more, because school is starting in two weeks. NOOO! T_T I dun want it to! (Of course, who does...) Actually, I'm kinda excited to go to school, just coz I get to be all hyper-active with all my friends again. X3 I pity our teacher. She has us all YEAR.

Itachi: ... *gasp* I DO feel sorry for your teacher...

Aww, Itachi-kun's so sweet! *glomp*

Itachi: Erm... That's not what I meant...

Shut up or I'll get Sasuke over here.

Itachi: Yes'm. *shuts up*

And, once again, I'm really sorry if I missed anybody's sites. Just remember, it could be worse, and I could even be redecorating my site. AGAIN. And, as I said before, I am slowly tackling the dreaded HTML. Not very quickly, mind you. But tackling it. ^_^

Itachi: Oh, like the millions of red X's you got before?

They were only two red X's, and I'll be trying one of YOUR pictures at the end of the post... To see if it works, for one thing.

Itachi: *rolls eyes* Uh huh. And I'll stick around just to poke fun at you when it doesn't work.

Yyyeah... Oh, I submitted a Rurouni Kenshin wallpaper today. Go nuts.

PEAS!



EDIT:
Itachi: ...IT WORKED?

HAHA! How 'bout THAT, Mr. Doubting Iruka!

Itachi: ...What?

I dunno. And, by the way, 300 hits! ^_^ To me, that's amazing! *hugs everyone who visited her site* Aaand now, the first person who comments (if they haven't already) gets Itachi for a day!

Itachi: ...........WHAAAAT?!
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Tuesday, August 17, 2004

   ARGH!
MY COMP IS SO SLOW!!! -- I didn't get to everybody's sites, so sorry if I didn't hit yours... TT SORRY!

Oh, and just for everyone's information, Itachi got in his traumatization of the day. What happened, you ask? ...Xion locked him in a room with Taia (or Tea, whatever, from Yu-Gi-Oh). NOBODY deserves that, with all its friendship speech-ness.

Itachi: *holds up hand* She tattooed a smiley face on the back of my hand...

Oh! And Dark Necrofear let me borrow Ryou for awhile! *huggles Ryou*

Itachi: Hey, Ryou... Welcome to Hell.

Ryou: Hell is sounding pretty good right now... oo'

Now, the next few scenes of the ficcie!

***

“Hey, Rowan,” Sato spoke into the orange phone quietly, looking through the glass at Rowan. She gave him a weak smile, but still looked a bit hopeless. Rowan rolled his eyes, tugging on the collar of his orange jail jumpsuit uncomfortably. He snapped, “Don’t look at me like that. You should know better than anyone that someone like me couldn’t have pulled a murder off…”
Sato smiled and nodded, and added, “And you’re probably the last person to be caught dead wearing that.”
“What, this?” Rowan tugged on his collar uncomfortably again, as the coarse material kept scratching against his neck. “Hoped they would have it in black,” he added bluntly with a smile.
Sato laughed, and replied, “Actually, you don’t look too bad in orange. I have to take you shopping when you get out.”
Rowan rolled his eyes and shot back, “Maybe I should plead guilty now…”
Sato laughed again, saying, “Ya know, for being accused of murder, you seem to be in an awfully sarcastic mood.”
“That’s ‘cause I know I’m innocent.”
Sato smiled, commenting, “Yeah, we’ve all been worried. Even Sasuke was pacing for a while yesterday when we heard.”
Rowan scoffed, “Really? Probably ‘cause he didn’t want the reputation of having a little sister who was best friends with a murderer.”
Sato shook her head, smiling, then asked, “Do you know what’s going on during the trial? I mean, who’s giving testimony and all that?”
“They said a kid from school who saw what happened would be giving testimony… But I can’t be sure. I just know they can’t convict me without evidence. And I didn’t do anything, so they have no evidence against me.”
Sato nodded, then said, “Look, Rowan, I gotta go. Sasuke’s practically prepared to drag me out of here. So, um… See ya when you get out, if I don’t visit sooner.”
Rowan nodded, saying a quick goodbye and hanging the phone up, leaning back against the chair and watching Sato walk away.

-------

Rowan raised an eyebrow when he heard the police guard say, “Reed, you got a visitor.”
Rowan stood up, tugging on his collar. “Another one?”
The guard nodded, leading him to the visiting booths again. Rowan sat down on one side of the glass, picking up the phone. A blonde man sat across from him, the man was in a business suit, and had been apparently talking on a cell phone only moments before. The man picked up the orange jail phone, glaring through the glass at Rowan. Rowan smiled, saying, “Hi, Dad.”
“Don’t ‘hi, Dad’ me. Murder? I leave for a couple weeks, and you’re accused of murder?!”
Rowan rolled his eyes, replying, “Dad, I didn’t do it. I was at the scene of the crime, but I had checked our next door neighbor’s pulse, not killed him.”
His father glared at him angrily, snapping, “It doesn’t matter if you didn’t do it. Just getting accused of murder… Do you know what reputation that’ll give my company? I’ll be lucky if we get any business any more.”
Rowan growled, leaning on the desk he was sitting at, and shot back, “Sorry for your company, then…”
His father sighed, saying, “Rowan… You have to learn to get control over yourself. If this keeps happening-“
Rowan’s vision shot up to his father angrily, and he snapped, “I told you, I didn’t do it!”
His father just sat, speechless, then said calmly, “I don’t have time for this. Good luck on your trial, I have to go back to work.”
Rowan growled, slamming the phone down, whipping around, and going back to the cot he had been sitting in before.

***END TRANSMISSION***

Ah, yis, Rowan's prick of a dad... ^^

Ryou: Buh? *confused look*

Aww, Ryou's so ky00t! *glomps*

Itachi: *singsong* I'm off the hoo-ook... ^_~ *gets glomped from behind* --' Crap...

^^ Peas!

Quote of the Day: "It does not matter the circumstances of one's birth. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are." --Mewtwo from the first Pokemon movie
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Monday, August 16, 2004

   AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYYYYY!!!
*hugs everyone on her friends list, whether they're reading or not* TT I didn't get to update yesterday, because my sister and bro-in-law came over. We went golfing. ^.~ I got a 67. XD HAHA, I SUCK!

Argh, I'm gonna pull a Donnie (Demonsprite) and just comment to all yer comments... Only five, dun have much to worry about.

Shinimegami-
....*glare* I R not a fangirl... And yis, that picture is very scary. O.o

LadyMalik-
Argh, I'm going to hurt someone at CN if they don't knock it off... AND I GOTS YER AVI! It's on my computer somewhere ^-^'

Dark Necrofear (Itachi will handle yours)-
*cocks gun* Weak baby brother's goin' down... X3

Psy-
Dun worry, we all are. O.o

Zach- WELCOME BAAAAAAAACK!!!!! XD


Aaand that's all. Argh, so I'll leave y'all with a very small scene from Oracle, just 'cuz there's alot more for tomorrow, and if I post two short scenes today, I'll have an amazingly LONG post tomorrow. All righty, enjoy.

***

Rowan sighed, tilting his head and cracking his neck. “I didn’t do it.”
Mr. Wells, his father’s lawyer, nodded doubtfully and scratched his head. Rowan growled, and snapped, “Look. I wasn’t even there when he died. I was sleeping, I woke up from a loud scream, got dressed, went outside, and found Hawthorn’s dead body on the ground.”
His lawyer sighed, saying, “Rowan… I believe you didn’t do it. Now, did you see a murder weapon anywhere?”
Rowan looked at the desk thoughtfully, then answered, “Yeah. There was a gun lying near him.”
Wells cast an uneasy glance at a mirrored wall across the room. Rowan said quickly, “They can check the gun, but they won’t find my fingerprints on it. I didn’t touch it. I only checked Hawthorn’s pulse, and the police showed up.”
Wells sighed, nodded, and turned away from the mirrored wall and to Rowan. “Listen, boy. Your trial is going to be in a few days, but we cannot let you out of our sights for a caseload so big. So, you are going to be staying in prison for a few days until your trial. You are free for visits and phone calls, and that means that you aren’t proven guilty… Yet.”
Wells turned and walked from the room, and a few minutes later, a couple police officers came to take Rowan to his new “home” for the next few days.

***END TRANSMISSION***

Yis, very short, I know... >.< You guys'll get alot more tomorrow, I promise! Alright, just for not updating yesterday... *yanks on Itachi-sama's ponytail* ITACHI! APOLOGY HUG!

Itachi: Abuh? But... *heavy sigh* *hugs everyone who comes to the site*

n_n Goood Itachi... *pats* Alright, see y'all tomorrow! PEAS!

Quote of the Day: "Why?! What's wrong with running away from reality if it SUCKS?!" --Shinji Ikari, "Neon Genesis Evangelion"
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Saturday, August 14, 2004

   The dreaded third day
...*grumble*

Itachi: Umm... Yeah. Hey, everyone. Ignore Seraphi, I'll be doing most of her update today, because she watched Mezumi (or whatever the crap it is) today at a friend's house, and it has royally pissed her off. Not like I blame her. I WILL kill someone if all of us at Naruto get handed over to 4Kids. *growl*

......*hisses*

Itachi: Err, continuing on. It's the third day today, so no update on the ficcie to give you guys a break. *rolls eyes* And trust me, she's trying to get me to make this update as long as possible, so expect a good quiz at the end... Well, I don't guarantee the "good", but you can always hope... What am I talking about? Yer all screwed!

*throws rock at Itachi*

Itachi: Umm... Guh... Here. *gives her a random Itachi picture* Be happy.

.....You used to poke Sasuke-kun in the forehead! That's so ADORABLE! *glomps Itachi*

Itachi: W-WHAT?! That wasn't in there... It must've ogtten mixed up- I mean, THEY FRAMED ME! Erm, they made me do it! Umm... I was confused!

Nyeh... Enough of him. I'm finishing the rest of the update here. ^_^ HEY ALL! And, sadly enough, I did watch Mezumi or Meguzi or whatever-the-crap it's called. Crappy retarded American "anime cartoonists."

Anyway, I've been doing some greetings lately, and now I have more than just one awkward (yet pwetty) one. ^^ And I think that's about it.

Oh yeah! At my friend's house today, they were pouring cement near their garage. So we got to see how that was done. ^_^ The guy that spread the cement gets, like, $29 an hour. o.o' I wish everyone got that deal.

Okay, NOW I'm done. So, um, enjoy prolly the first quiz on my site in a few weeks. ^_^

Peas!

Take the Spirit Quiz and visit Castle Diqueria.



.:You live your life: ~daringly~:.
There is only the 'one shot' for you. The mere
thought of risk gets your life pumping. Your
relationships are always fun yet short. It will
be hard to keep one going.. You have too much
fun with things that seem dangerous when the
true danger is, in reality, the little things..
be careful, there is a thin line that crosses
luck and false fun.


How do you live your life? (with pics! ^.~)
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Friday, August 13, 2004

   Blarg...
Guh... Second day. Another long ficcie scene.

Itachi: *picks up newspaper that has his "big puppy Sharingan eyes" picture on the front* ......THE CRAP?!! What'd you do?!?!

Ugh, just be glad that I'm not drawing fanart of it... Which I will be eventually, by the way. *ebul smile*

Itachi: ...NOOOO! *gets 300% more serious* And I did happen to notice that in the last entry of your ficcie, you named Sato's older brother after my little brother. Grr, some fangirl you are- *gets hit wif a huge baseball bat*

I AM NOT A FANGIRL. And for your information, I came up with these characters LONG before I even heard about Naruto. So, there. Aye, right. Enjoy the... *checks* infamous murder scene. ^_~

Itachi: *pulls out Kunai knife* I got yer murder scene right here... *grumbles... rips up newspaper*

***

It was night. A few crickets chirped through the tall grass in Rowan’s front yard as he slept. He had a rather erratic pattern of breathing, which showed he was having another nightmare that was a lot more different than the first.

{{“We have good reason to think you are guilty.”
He shifted in the seat, turning his head and cracking his neck. “I didn’t do it.”}}

Rowan was more jolted awake than anything by a bloodcurdling scream from his front yard. He shook his head, jumping out of his bed and getting dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt rather quickly as he half-ran, half-crawled in a rush down the hall and out the back window. He started to the front yard, looking through the waist-deep grass as he heard sirens in the distance. So… Someone’s already called the police? A bit quick, isn’t it…
As he made that note, his foot tapped something strewn across the ground. He peered down, and fell back, covering his mouth. The dead body of his neighbor, who had held a harsh grudge against him, lay across the ground, with no sign of life in his eyes. Rowan uneasily knelt down, audibly gulping and checking the man’s pulse. No pulse.
Rowan stopped, looking around and seeing a pistol on the ground near the man’s body. He shuddered as he heard the police cars pull up only yards away from him. A few police officers jumped out of the cars, aiming their guns instinctively at Rowan. Rowan’s eyes widened in horror. “H-hey! Need a bit of help here! My neighbor has no pulse!”
The police officers slowly walked through the tall grass, still keeping their guns ready while staring uneasily at Rowan. One of the police officers knelt down, looking over the dead body. He glanced over at the pistol lying near the body, then glanced at one of the other police officers. He nodded towards Rowan, and one of three officers surrounding Rowan asked calmly, “Son… Would you come with us?”
Rowan looked offended, but nodded, following the officers to one of the police cars.
Meanwhile, the inspector had put the gun in an evidence bag while a few pediatricians lifted the body onto a stretcher and carried it into an ambulance.
“What do you think?” the inspector asked the chief of police as they watched the ambulance drive off towards the hospital.
“I think that that kid is a pretty good suspect… We can’t be sure until we have that gun fingerprinted and an autopsy done on the body. We should keep the kid in custody until we’re sure, though.”
The inspector nodded, soon getting into one of the police cars. The chief of police got into the same car as Rowan was, and soon all the police cars drove away from Rowan’s yard.

***END TRANSMISSION***

Itachi: Okay, NOW the story's gettin' good...

*rolls eyes* Sure. One mention of murder and you're all over it... Alrighty, see ya later, y'all.

Peas!

Quote of the Day: "Yeah, I heard what she said, and personally, I think she could fit more than just part of you in a blender."
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Thursday, August 12, 2004

   Nyarck...
*sigh* Hello, all. I'm really tired, so I'm gonna try and make this update as sweet as possible, including the next scene on the ficcie. YAY!

Itachi: *waves lil Uchiha fan* Woo-hoo...

Okay, so right now, I'm trying to find some good MIDIs for the song, because, I dunno, I like the Hinata vs. Neji one, but... *shrug* I've been hearing some other good ones, but since the song I have now just got on there, I think I'll wait until the NEXT layout idea I get. Speaking of which, I think this one's here to stay for awhile, because I haven't gotten any new layout ideas, so... *noticed that the whole paragraph has been one sentence long so far. Ah well. Forget me rambling. Read scene on ficcie, enjoy, whatever.


Oh, and for everyone's text information, bracket information.

Itachi: ....*snicker*

Alright, {{these}} mean that it's a dream. Alright? Alright. Enjoy.

***

Rowan sighed as he walked through his high school’s front doors. “I hate school…”
He walked down the hallway, rubbing his forehead. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. He had had a strange dream, and the only part he could remember was that his dream reminded him of Hell. It was fiery, and had what he thought were demons going around. But, it also reminded him somewhat of Earth…
He shook his head, ignoring some of the poseurs looking at him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.
He reached his locker, throwing a few things in and slamming it shut, as he happened to have one of the worse lockers in the school. He shifted his backpack, which was really just a messenger bag, to the other shoulder as he started walking down the hallway to his first class.
As he sulked, walking down the hallway, a girl he knew, and often loathed, bumped him rather hard on the shoulder. He muttered an apology, then stopped and smirked as he heard the girl say behind him, “Watch where you’re going, Demon Boy…”
Rowan turned around, still smirking at the girl who bumped him. She was his age, and she was wearing a bright pink shirt with a denim miniskirt to match it. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her annoyed green eyes glared over her shoulder at Rowan as he snapped back, “Sorry, Jasmine, didn’t mean to bump you… Brand names are terribly hard to miss nowadays…”
Jasmine scoffed, rolled her eyes, and shot back, “At least I’m not the one caught wearing hand-me-down clothes or cheap rags like you and your friends… Speaking of which, is it Halloween or something in your world? You look like a vampire.”
Her friends, who were standing behind her, giggled.
Rowan’s smile grew as he said bluntly, “Yeah, must be Halloween in your world too… I’ll give you a bit of advice on your costume,” he took a step towards her and looked down at her, smiling as he continued, “You see, when I try to be a bitchy poser… I try to at least steer clear of the fake eyelashes and blue mascara, ‘kay?”
Rowan turned on his heel, starting to walk away when he heard Jasmine say behind him, "Yeah, your taste leans more toward black..."
He turned his neck, cracking it a bit, then whipped around, and going back to Jasmine. "At least I have a sense of reality," he said harshly, continuing, "It doesn't really matter what you say, because I can see that you're just a poor rich girl, with a helluva lot of time on her hands. I'm not asking you to go with it; I'm not even expecting you to agree with it. Just want you to know, that those guys out there? The ones that comment you all the time? I'd be surprised if they even looked at your face." He shrugged, continuing bitterly, “To think, all those hours you spend in front of the mirror, all the coordinating you do, and all the ‘popular’ friends you make, none of it really matters. Society sucks, don’t it?”
Rowan gave Jasmine a smirk, turning and noticing that a good number of people had been paying attention to their little conversation. He whipped around, knowing he had to get to class, and shoved through the students that were still looking to them. He sighed, whispering to himself, "Three... Two... One..."
After he said "one," Sato tackled him from behind, hanging off from his neck in a piggyback position. He sighed, tugging on her arms so he could still breathe. She said ecstatically, "That was GREAT! Did you think of all that off of the top of your head?"
"Sato... If you want me to live to tell you, stop strangling me..." Sato huffed, jumping off of his back and walking next to him. Rowan rubbed his neck, looking to Sato and answering her question, "And yes, I did think of all that right now. Why? It wasn't that good..."
"You burned her sooo bad! It was awesome!" Sato clapped her hands together, smiling. Rowan sighed, saying simply, "Yano, if yer brother had seen you jump on my back like that, he would've killed me on contact..."
Sato rolled her eyes, nudging Rowan teasingly. "Aww, yer no fun... Besides, I think Sasuke is in the middle of class right now. Unless he saw us through a window or something..."
"Knowing my luck, he probably did..." Rowan sighed, shuffling through a classroom door with Sato on his heels, wishing the day was over already.

{{My God…}}
{{Rowan was standing on what seemed like the only land on Earth. The rest was a fiery mess, with demons darting in and out of humongous pools of lava. Rowan glanced around in horror as he watched the demons eat up whatever land or vegetation was left. One of the demons tried jumping at him, but he jumped to a lone rock that was in the middle of the ocean of magma. He uneasily shifted to one side of the rock, almost falling off. The rock started to melt into the lava beneath him, and his terrified eyes looked to the demons that had overrun the entire planet. The rock melted completely, and one of the demons let out a shrieking scream as it lunged at him.}}

“AUGH!” Rowan jerked awake in the middle of his biology class. He hadn’t even known he’d been sleeping, and he looked around clueless as a few people sitting around him snickered. The professor turned and said to him, “Rowan… If you need more sleep, get the extra hours on your time, not mine… Just stay awake in my class, at least.”
Rowan sighed, murmuring a “Yes,” and resting his head on his desk again. Only now, he was wide awake. He glared thoughtfully at his desk as he thought about his nightmare he had dreamt only moments before. The difference between other dreams… He could feel the heat from the lava. He had heard the demons shrieking. He shuddered at the thought of the dream, and was even more scared when he realized that he had liked it.
He shook his head, as if clearing it, and sat up, trying to pay attention as best as he could.

***END TRANSMISSION***

Itachi: HAHA! SUSPENSE! *claps hand over mouth* ...Umm... Never mind...

*snicker* Aww, don't worry, Itachi-sama, I got some kind of embarrassing stuff on you already... *waves the puppy-eyes picture* >p

Itachi: HEY! GIVE IT! *dive*

Peas!

Quote of the Day: "That's IT! I've HAD IT with you and your emotional constipation!" --Tantor, "Tarzan"
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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

   Shut up, Itachi-sama...


Let's try this again...

Itachi: So, you finally realized that you just got a big red X on the last post? *snicker*

Shut UP. It was a LOVELY red X. >.< Ah, well... I have decided that every third day, I will not post any of my ficcie, because (1)the ficcie will get tiring after day after day of extra-long posts and (2) I wanna keep y'all in the tiny bit of suspense I have going. XD Anyway, that's the deal. So, expect a scene tomorrow (A long one, no doubt) and probably a rather short update aside form the story from me.

Ah well, but I will tell you that it is COLD for August... Today's and yesterday's and tomorrow's highs were all in the 60s. O.o And the lows were in the 40s. It is COLD! And my dad and I still go on our walks! Sure, there's no more bugs, but it's freakin' COLD!

And to finish the post, I will now post my "Inpiration Song." You guys might not see it in the lyrics, but whenever I listen to this song, I get the inspiration to write something. It is continuing the ficcie as we speak (or type, or wehatever). So... Enjoy "The Last Unicorn" by America!

When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn

When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn

I'm alive, I'm alive

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn

I'm alive, I'm alive


EDIT: ...Crap.
Itachi: HA! *point* YOU GOT ANOTHER RED X!

Shut UP, ITACHI-SAMA! *fwap!!!*
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

   Yey! ^_~


Itachi: Heh... Badazz. Too bad I'm not here to see it. *Still locked up with D.N.* NOOOO!

Eheh... Yeah. I am slowly but steadily tackling the dreaded HTML... Gawd, I'm such a dork. XD

Rawr... By the time you read this, and my site is still the same, you pay close attention. Because I'll be working on the site tonight... Or this morning, or... GRAWR! >.< Take! Read next few very long scenes on ficcie!

***

The exterior of Rowan’s home looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages. The weeds on the lawn were waist-high, except for the cement sidewalk leading to the front door, and the siding on the house was old and faded. A few of the windows were cracked, but most of them were in fairly good condition.
Rowan led Sato up to the front door, jerking the handle, but realized it was locked. Rowan sighed, then said, “Wait right here…”
Rowan jumped over a weed-covered fence, going around the house to a loose window. He opened the window and slid into the house. The inside of the house did look much better than the outside. The interior of the house was, for the most part, clean. The carpet was vacuumed, the floors were clear, and the walls were painted their solid colors, not a chip or crack in sight. He ran through the house to the front door, unlocking it and struggling with it a bit, kicking it open. He gave Sato a smile when she walked in, and he said sarcastically, “We have the best security system in town… Crappy-looking house, old rusty windows, doors that won’t open…”
Sato giggled, shoving past him and going straight to where she knew was his room. He rolled his eyes and followed her, not surprised to see her turning on a Resident Evil game in his room. His room had moderately dark navy-blue wall paint, although one wall was covered with hard-rock posters, and on the other side of the room was a fairly large desk, which held dozens of notebooks piled on the surface. He went and sat on his bed, looking to the nineteen-inch television screen as Sato tentatively played Resident Evil. After listening to the intense and quickening clicks of the video game controller, Rowan asked, “…Are you just pressing random buttons?”
Sato smiled, staring at the screen and replying, “That’s what makes the game so FUN!”
Rowan chuckled, rolling his eyes. He leaned back on his bed, soon putting on his headphones and turning on some music, closing his eyes. Sato looked over her shoulder, looking to Rowan and saying, “Hey, Rowan- … Rowan? ROWAN!”
Sato sighed, pausing her game and standing up. She walked over, able to hear his music from across the room. She reached over, unnoticed, and stretched one side of his headphones. She said in his ear, “You don’t have to listen to that through headphones, put it on speakers.”
With that, she let go of the headphones and giggled as they snapped against Rowan’s ear. Rowan rolled his eyes, tugging the headphone cord out of his stereo, the music soon playing rather loudly through the room. Sato smiled, picking up one of his notebooks and tossing it onto his lap. “Go ahead, write something.”
Rowan looked down at the notebook, then smirked and shot back, “I will if you go back to your game.”
“Deal, only if I get to read it once you’re done.” Before Rowan could say anything, Sato jumped in front of the television and went back to her game. Rowan sighed, tapping the pencil on the tip of his nose and starting to write in his notebook.

---

Sato pumped her fist in the air, cheering and shouting, “YESH! I am officially halfway through the game!!!”
Rowan smiled, answering, “Throw a party… I wonder if I can find a greeting card that says, ‘Congratulations on getting halfway through Resident Evil’…”
Sato gave him a playful smirk, answering, “Shut up… Besides, I’m not done yet.
“Well, I almost am… Although I should probably hide it before you even look at it…”
Sato jumped up, walking over and sitting next to Rowan on the bed. She tore the notebook from his hands, reading Rowan’s newest piece of work.

Sunny breezes of the summer winds come further,
Sweep through the soul and leave self-control,
Leave me here to ponder the world.
I hope you forget me never,
Because if you will, my spirit will kill,
And I’ll

Sato smiled, handing the notebook back to him. She said, “Introducing, the winner of the Best Writer award, Rowan Reed!”
Rowan shoved her playfully, smirking and saying, “Knock it off, this isn’t very good… Only coming up with it in five minutes, just a few cheap rhymes.”
Sato’s smile widened, and she replied, “No, I like it. It sounds… weird, in a good way. Cool little weird rhyme.”
“Just the fact that you use the word ‘weird’ to describe my writings scares me out of writing anything else for the rest of the day.”
“…Really?”
“No, I wasn’t gonna write any more today anyway.”
Sato shrugged, answering, “Fine with me, but I’m gonna keep stealing your video game privileges.”
“Fine with me,” Rowan shrugged, turning back to his music and switching CDs. He said jokingly, in fake anger, “Fine. I’ll mind my business if you will.”
“Fine,” Sato shot back, smirking and keeping her eyes glued on the television, still pressing random buttons. She paused the game for a second, turning and asking Rowan, “Where’s the rest of it?”
“What?”
“The rest of your little poem-thing. You cut it off on the last line.”
Rowan shrugged, replying simply with, “I told you I wasn’t done…”
“Well, are you gonna finish it?”
“Naw, I had a brainfart right on the last part…” Rowan shrugged again, standing up and dropping his notebook onto the “junk desk” along with the other piles of old notebooks.
Sato stood up, shutting the video game off and looking to Rowan, stretching. She said, “I think I gotta get home, or, um… I’ll miss…”
Rowan smiled, finishing her sentence, “Your parents would kill you.”
“Exactly. So… See ya tomorrow…”
Rowan nodded, not bothering to get up. Sato had been over at his house enough times. She knew her way out.
Sato went out of his room, down the hall, and out the front door, calling back, “BYE!”
Rowan chuckled. "She’s gonna be pissed when she realizes she didn’t save her Resident Evil game…"

***END TRANSMISSION***

Itachi: Dark Necrofear, lemme outtt... *gives DN her grammy back* Pleeez? *Big, puppy, Sharingan eyes*

Hrmm... *takes a picture of Itachi's big puppy Sharingan eyes* Ha. Blackmail. Alright, see y'all later! ^^ Jate Ne and Later Dayz!

Peas!

Quote of the Day: "Tra lalalala, Spring is in the air, and I am a flower... With nothing interesting to say." --Slim the Stick Bug, "A Bug's Life"
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Monday, August 9, 2004

   w00t
I just realized that I now officially have over 40 guestb00k signings. Thank you to all the people who signed my guestb00k and left any comments! *sniffle* For that, I commend you and give you each a Grammy! *does so* (Itachi: ....*shifty eyes* *steals Dark Necrofear's Grammy* ^^ Teach you to steal me...)

And since the majority of people said yesterday that they wanted to read my story-thing... Well, er, here's the "tiny" introduction/prologue/whatever to it. I'm warning you right now, do NOT read it if you are planning on doing something else afterwards, because my stories are usually very long scenes. Ehh, whatever. Enjoy.

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Sunlight filtered between the fresh green leaves of an old oak tree. The tree stood in the middle of the small town, the middle of the city park to be exact. The town only had a population of about 2,000 people, and although around the world, there had been many mysterious reports, such as strange sights and an erratic weather pattern in some places, which some believed to be signalling to the apocalypse, the city was probably one of the most peaceful places found on the western coast of America.
In this small town, however, was the famous old oak tree, which was believed to also be one of the oldest trees living. It stood in the city park, which might have been bigger than the rest of the town. Its branches shaded a fair area of the park alone; its huge branches were old and well grown. Sitting under the branches, in the shade of the oak tree, was a boy about sixteen years old, whose appearance seemed anything but suitable for the bright, sunny day. He was wearing an old, black hooded sweatshirt that seemed a size or two too big for him, and he had black cargo jeans that also looked a bit large on him. His black wristbands had small spikes on them, and he had a few necklaces hanging around his neck. One had some sort of Japanese kanji, and the other was just a small silver pendant. He was writing something in a notebook, but suddenly stopped and snapped his notebook shut, sighing and murmuring to himself in a moderately low voice, "Right... Abouuut...."
He suddenly ducked, and a girl about his age sailed over him, obviously have been trying to sneak up on him. She landed with an "oomph," then stood up, dusting herself off. She turned, looking to the gothic boy with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a baggy dark blue T-shirt and a pair of hand-me-down boys jeans, and had dark shoulder-length black hair that contrasted her bright azure eyes. She growled, looking to the boy and snapping, "Geez, you could've at least let me get you that time, Rowan..."
“You make too much noise.”
The boy, Rowan, just smiled and straightened back up, leaning back on the bench and opening his notebook again, beginning to write in it again. The girl sighed, walking over and sitting on the bench next to him, trying to peek at what he was writing. Rowan just sighed, saying nonchalantly, "Umm... Sato, can you please not do that?"
Rowan tilted his notebook so that Sato couldn't see it and he could still write in it, and Sato just huffed and leaned back, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "Yer no fun..."
Rowan smiled, brushing his blonde-and-black hair out of his eyes and leaning back. He yawned, snapping his notebook shut and setting it on the bench. Sato looked to him as he stretched his arms, then suddenly smiled and dived, grabbing Rowan's notebook and darting away with it. Rowan jumped up from the bench, looking around for her. He sighed, looking up at the oak tree and spotting Sato sitting on one of the lower branches, dangling the notebook tauntingly. Rowan rolled his eyes, soon grabbing a low branch and swinging himself up into the tree. Sato tossed the notebook into the air and caught it, climbing out of his reach again. Rowan smiled, starting to chase Sato up through the tree. After a few minutes of climbing, Sato's foot slipped and she fell down, Rowan catching her ankle while holding onto the branch. He smiled, asking, "Do I get my notebook back?"
Sato just smiled back, replying, "I don't know, I want to see what's in here first..."
Rowan loosened his grip on her ankle, calling down, "I think my grip's slipping..."
Sato rolled her eyes, holding the still closed notebook up to Rowan. He swung Sato over so she could grab a nearby branch, soon receiving his notebook afterwards. He sighed, mumbling an apology and jumping back down the branches to the ground. Sato accidentally slipped, tumbling down the tree and landing on Rowan, sending them both crashing to the ground. Rowan growled, glaring at her for a few seconds. Sato laughed nervously, standing up and dusting herself off. Rowan jumped up, swiping his notebook from the ground and tucking it under his arm as he shoved his hands into his pockets, opening his mouth in a wide yawn and starting to walk out of the park. Sato bounded after him, eager to annoy him even more.
Rowan walked out of the park entrance, soon finding himself on the small main street of the town. Sato bounded after him playfully, asking energetically, “Where’re you going now, Rowan?”
Rowan sighed, answering, “I’m not sure… Need something to do.”
Sato’s face lit up with a smile, and she turned and said, “We should go to the ma-“
“No.”
Sato’s face fell, and she whined audibly, glaring at Rowan. She huffed, soon asking, “So… What were you writing about today, Shakespeare?”
Rowan shrugged, saying casually, “Nuthin’.”
Sato rolled her eyes, taking another swipe at his notebook. He leaned back, his hands still in his pockets and his notebook still tucked under his arm, and just glanced at her casually as she missed. Sato growled, still trying to grab the notebook. Her aim kept getting more and more accurate, so Rowan took his notebook and held it high above his head. He leaned on Sato’s head so she wouldn’t jump, and held the notebook above her head teasingly. She growled as he lightly swatted her on the head with the notebook, and finally gave up and shoved her hands in her pockets. Rowan grinned, tucking the notebook under his arm once more. Sato sighed, saying, “Should we just go to your place, then?”
Rowan shrugged, replying, “Sure… Nothing to do in this small town…”
“Is that what you were writing about?”
“Ehh. Nah. Don’t need to write about it to know it’s true.”
Sato smirked, soon tugging on his arm and snapping, “Hurry up! You have video games and junk!”
Rowan rolled his eyes, and answering, “We’ll be there in a few minutes…”

***END TRANSMISSION***

Itachi: ...You are SO lame.

I am not! *fwap* Anyway, that's how it starts... Toldya it's long. But, if you guys are fast readers, then you have no problem! I'll shut up so that the post isn't too long again!

Itachi: Too late. *FWAP!*

Jate Ne, Later Dayz, Peas! ^^

Quote of the Day: "Trouble? You're only in trouble if you get caught-" "CAUGHTCHA!" "I'm in trouble..."

EDIT: Oh, yeah. Disclaimer. Story is copyright to ME, and Rowan & other characters are copyright to ME. Thank you very much.
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Sunday, August 8, 2004

   Umm... ehe?
Heh, just finally looked at my site and realized how long the last post was. I, erm, got carried awayyy... O.o (Note to Zefie: There are a few people on Gaia that have a flashie in their sig that says, "We ain't no damn n00b-taku" Just for your records XP)

Yyyeah. I'm really bored, but... NYEH! I watched A Bug's Life today! XD I still think that movie's bloopers are awesome. "Are you saying I'm stupid?" "YES!" XD Oh, and for everyone's information, yano that laugh that Hopper's brother, Molt, does in the bloopers when Hopper makes him laugh? I laugh EXACTLY like that. XD I rule so much. I laugh like a cartoon character.

Nyeh... I'm still not sure whether to post my story or not... Not sure if any of you guys would wanna read it... *shrug* Well, I can extend my already horrendously long posts to explain the plot. XP The main character's name is Rowan Reed (yeah, original, I know) who is kinda in the "gothic" classification. Wears black, breathes black, says black. Whatever. And everything has to set a story off, right? What sets this story off is that Rowan is accused of his neighbor's murder. But during the elapsed time before the trial (sorta) Rowan predicts future events in his dreams. One being a bit of dialogue in his trial, and another being the Earth overrun by demons. Yeah. It's THAT kinda story. If anyone cares, tell me what you think thus far! ^_^ Jate Ne and Later Dayz!

Quote of the Day:
"Alot of people think that they're the best ones in the land,
But the Backstreet boys aren't my kind of band,
Many people think that they are heaven-sent,
But you're not a band unless you play an instrument!" --Ryan Stiles, "Backstreet Boys Hoedown"
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