Tuesday, August 22, 2006

A good day
My family down in Santa Rosa finally have some people looking at their house, so that means a possible bid on their house and moving down here. Soon, I hope. I miss my young cousins.

The third chapter of my story is posted at the end of this post for those of you who care.

Um...dang it all. I am sure I had something else to talk about!

Let's talk about anime and manga, the very reason we are connected in this community, yes?
1) what anime/manga are you dying to borrow/buy?
me: Volume 4 of Yugioh Millenium arc. Inuyasha vol. 27.
2)what is the series you most frequently day dream about/write about/listen to their songs?
me: Yugioh. Definetely Yugioh.
3) any character prototypes you are drawn to/obsess over?
me: yeppers. I like silver haired characters, be they dark and annoyed or fun, like Ayame in Fruits Basket. Oh, and villains. Of any kind.
4) any genres you are fond of? any genres you are not?
me: I'll read romance, action, romance/action (those two genres are so closely intertwined anyway), and...are there any other genres? I can't think of any at the moment. Oh, and I don't read yaoi. No surpise to those who know me.

Answer my survey if you wish.
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Story time!

On my short trip to Scratchy’s office, I contemplated which approach to take with him. Usually I was a smart aleck who was quick in word and action, but I had been wondering the last few months what it would be like to take our sessions on the serious side and see how he reacted. We Warners are not known for our serious sides, you see—we are zany to the max.

It wouldn’t do just to come moping in like a wilted flower. I had to make a grand entrance, one that would guarantee to get his attention.

The question was, how could I do that without speaking?

After a moment, I grinned. Angry people always got a reaction, over the injustice of something they found offending to the trivial placement of napkins on a table. Of course, it would be no problem pulling this off. I was a born—err, created—actor, after all, and had seen enough of the scope of life to copy what I saw.

The person that came to mind was Mr. Plotz. That man never was happy unless everyone else around him was miserable. I had to adopt that mindset for a short time, then dissolve in a serious, non-smart aleck, mopey ‘toon that was a complete alien to the doc.

If this had been a movie role, I would have won an emmy.

Ah, well. I had few precious moments to get into character. The front steps of the Termite Terrace were looming. Beyond that were the doors that led into the mental equivalent of the Spanish Inquisition… p-sychiatry.

A severe frown was now affixed to my face, which I do admit felt foreign. My stance was stiffened, posture stiff as a board, legs pounding across the plush carpet. Hello Nurse gaped at me and pounded something on her telephone, speaking in hushed tones. Pretending I was too far gone in my ‘rage’ I continued pounding my way up the set of stairs and yanking the double doors open.

For a millisecond, I nearly lost my nerve. Scratchy resembled a flopping fish laying on the carpet with his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out. However, my will power was strong, and I stormed past him, civily planting myself on the couch (not literally this time!).

Checking my posture was straight, the folds of my lips folded into a frown, I placed my hands on either side of my legs and stared intensely at the doctor as he composed himself, pen and notebook in hand.

Briefly I regretted putting him through this (and the ever so delectable Hello Nurse).

“Good to see you, Yakko,” he stammered as he gingerly seated himself in his oversized p-sychiatric chair. The man’s nerves were shattered already…I would have to proceed with caution.

I only nodded curtly, searching my mind for something I could possibly hold a grudge against. Contract, no good. Siblings, no. Eh, hard it sounds, I had nothing to go on. Acting skills, don’t fail me now!

Watching Scratchy, it was plain he was analyzing me, trying to puzzle out what could make such a routine visit so different. He sighed, cleaned his spectacles, and set his notepad aside. Leaning forward, he simply sat there.

Unusual. I had figured he would be frantically be spouting off questions to assess my fragile state of mind.

“I don’t confess to know why you’re mad, Yakko. Never seen you exhibit behavior like ziz, and never hope to. I hope it wasn’t my manner of summoning you here.” He steppled his fingers together and waited.

I could only stare him. Unfortunately, my facade wavered for a split second. Crap. Why today of all days did he chose to act human?

Nothing was coming easy today. And I thought this would be the easy part.

Cue into sad, depressed Yakko.

I made a show of relaxing my tense muscles, slumping my shoulders. A deep sigh, coupled with collapsing onto the couch and covering my face with my hands did the trick.

Stark silence. A sharp intake of breath. Scribbling on paper. I took a deep breath and eased my hands off the face, forcing myself to think of my sibs being separated. Sad, I know, that was the point.

This was the most quiet session I had ever had with him. It was slightly unnerving. Me, the King of Gab, nervous.

“What iz it troubling you? You’re so different, I want to know why.”

I kept my silence. Instead I pulled out a sign and scribbled the following on it: I don’t want to tell you.

Said sign was on somewhere in the vicinity of the floor a second later.

“Fine. Why are you not talking?”

I sighed and rubbed my temple. Ugh. Why was I having the hardest time keeping in character? Risking a glance at the clock, I saw it was fifteen after the hour. Fifteen more minutes, and I would be done.

Scratchy was scribbling on his notebook. I wonder what he wrote. It was obvious I had come in with a temper, wilted on the couch in sadness shortly after, and was now fidgety and irritated. If that wasn’t enough to keep him occupied for a week, I didn’t know what would.

“I saw zat.” His observational skills were exceptionally well today.

I ignored him, directing my gaze to the ceiling. It was imperative to keep strong. Dot would have something over me if I failed this early, and that would be embarrassing. My pride would not allow it.

“Why do you ball your fists so?”

Blinking at him, then down at my fists to see he was right. I forced myself to relax and inhale, exhale. This experiment was failing because of my distracted mind.

The room was quiet again. Scratchy arose from his chair and wandered off. I didn’t bother to see what he was doing, vaguely aware that the door opened and closed.

“Hello, you cute kid.” A sultry voice interrupted my thoughts, scattering them to the four winds. I grit my teeth, annoyed. What surprised me more was the feeling of manicured nailed fingers rubbing against my ears and the soft cooing that accompanied it.

A warm fuzzy feeling made me want to melt, occupying the majority of my attention.. The other tiny sliver of my attention not focused on the blonde beauty was ticked off that my plans were going, going gone. At this rate I would lose the bet.

Scratchy was evil incarnate at that very moment. I snarled and sat straight up, ignoring that Hello Nurse was knocked off the couch. That was the third person I had knocked over in two days.

I held up a sign that read “Sorry” so that she could read it, dropped it, and jetted out of the office, down the steps, past the doors and into fresh air, and breathed in deeply. My head now sufficiently cleared, I made my way up the rungs of the ladder attached to the water tower and went inside.

It was good to be home again.

End of Chapter

Ciao!
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