Monday, October 18, 2004

*types*...*finger falls off*...o_0
Crikeys, it's cold...

Don't have much time to make a post, so I'll just nag about gym and be done

Paper bag count: 6, new one named Pink

Gym...oh holy words cannot describe the cruelty of this class. It was probably below 40 degress when we went outside and windy, even the guys were complaining. And that means a lot. About two minutes in, both my arms and hands went numb, and I had to scream at Mengjie to get her to referee properly...-_-; I was one of the few who didn't have a jacket one, stupid me >.>

...but we won our football game! ^^
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Saturday, October 16, 2004

>.
Hooray for sucky stories and frozen fingers! <.<

I still don't know why S-chan wants/wanted me to be in PotP: whatever I write in forty minutes is crap, I tell you, crap! My evil story "Hm?" is an example of the horrors my mind cannot process correctly to my hands. *sticks hands in a fire* Stop being so cold, darnit!

No volunteering today, for some reason. So I had the morning off trying to decipher a japanese fashion magazine.

HW: Five CHW, 2 papers, 2 math assignments, L.A. notecards. *cries* Help! This pitiful one begs for help!
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Friday, October 15, 2004

You came from heaven. Your gole in life is to help
others and to make the world a better place.
Some call you weak, but in reality your soul is
very strong. If only more people were like
you...


Where did you come from?
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X3
I aced my math quiz! *dances for joy* Now I just have to keep it from dipping lower than C+...

And lately, we've taken up making paper squirrels and random puppets at lunch out of S-chan and A-chan's lunch bags: The first was Frederick...who died a very sad death. T_T And then Illana died at the hands of Ayame, choking on a piece of pizza crust.

Puppet count: 3 alive, 2 dead
Names: Frederick, Fredomino, Brionna, Illana, Alanna

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Hm? pt.2
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It was a nomad, a drifter, judging from his dark skin and his short height. A red braid looped around a side of its head, disappearing into hair.

Another look told me, to my surprise, that it was a girl. The wanderer was clothed in partially black, not a particularly smart color that their kind would wear. She stared at me, daring me to add onto my accusation. There definately was no fear in those eyes.

I gritted my teeth, feeling real pathetic sitting there, drenched in water that was beginning to make my clothes smell. I slowly stood to my feet, starting once again,

"I sai--"

"HALT!" The nomad's head whipped around, glaring through to the other end of the passage. I blinked. Although I'd been cut off yet again, it probably wasn't worth trying to get an apology out of the walking brick wall. I brushed past the stranger, following the voice.

And I blinked again.

That same man that had cheated me out of my money was thrashing around in a soldier's grip, trying to escape.

"Let me go, you military swine!" The tub of lard added a few choice words onto the end of it, but the uniform kept a stony face. He tried to knock the man out of his way, only to be stabbed into submission by a single blade.

I stepped forward, wringing water out of my soaked shirt.

"Excuse me." My former customer swung around, eyes wide.

"You!" I ignored him, addressing the official.

"I have business with this man," I drawled, feeling his stare on my sorry form, "he gave me fake money in return for a night at our inn. If you wouldn't mind, could I have my business with him?" The older man scowled.

"I'll have him taken to the prison. You can conduct your business...there...." His voice drifted, his eyes narrowing at a different thought. I glanced over my shoulder, remembering the other occupant of the alley.

She'd left.

I shrugged, and waited for the man to be taken away.

What I wasn't expecting was a barriontte shoved in my face, forcing me back. I scowled, shoving the man's gun away from my head.

"...the heck?" I asked, all formalities dropped, "If you wanna shoot someone, it's him."

He aimed again, this time behind me, barking,

"Jin haPiko, you are under arrest in the name of the Service! Surrender your weapons and person peacefully!"

Before I had a chance to retort, I was grabbed from behind. I struggled to get free as they dragged me to the safety of the alleyway. I wasn't about to be held hostage, ever.

I yelped as a blade was held to my throat, the other hand also ready to crush my windpipe.

...maybe I was.

The other soldiers followed suit with their guns, some forcing the market into other streets. I heard a quiet hiss, the hand slowly closing tighter.

Out of my the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the nomad's red braid, wavering even as she stood completely still. I tried not to swallow, the cold radiating off the sharp end of the knife.

If I had had the breathing room, I would've panicked. Several guns clicked, ready to fire. It didn't seem like I'd get out of this without a scratch, or maybe a crushed throat.

'Well,' I thought sardonically, 'this sucks.'

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

*scratch*
Ignore the last post! XD Another failed idea.

Trying to think more originally, but school's clouding my brain...X.x
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Hm?
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"That'll be 23 xae, please."

A grumble as the man took out his wallet.

"So much for one night? and an inconvenient amount as well."

He sneered, and I stared back. It probably wasn't too intimidating: the maids had gotten a hold of me this morning and insisted on playing around with my hair. Now tufts of my scalp had been mercilessly bound into two girlish pigtails that should've belonged on, indeed, a girl.

"Yes, well, we're one of the cheaper places around here, sir. You even recieved a discount."

A disbelieving snort.

Coins clattered all over the floor, missing the desk completely. I gritted my teeth, holding my tongue for the sake of the inn. "Satisfactory service" a poster happily proclaimed.

"Keep the change, I'm not going to count out the sum."

The front door slamming shut was my que to move, and I jumped over the table. I swept the coins all into a pile since I needed to count them quickly. It was easy to be cheated out of your money in a trading town as large as this one, and I wasn't about to let our customer get away with it.

"...16...18...19." as I grouped the xae from the tahk, a bright glint caught my eye. I snapped one of the pieces up, eyeing it carefully. The bronze color flaked, showing yellow underneath, and the coin bent like a flapjack. A fake.

Growling under my breath, I scooped the money into my pocket, slapping down a sign reading "Out for 5." I ran to the rickety stairwell, grabbing my coat on the way. I prodded a maid on my way, jumping up the iron steps.

"I'll be back later, cover the lobby."

"Wait, Nakirh!"

I ignored her, and without further ado, I whisked myself up into the loft and out the back.

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BrnZe CaeuhAl.

The Bronze Cathedral.

This is the mass trading capital of the west, the city that I grew up in, my family having had served thousands of traders and tourists with their services from the beginning. We're one of the few that still retain some knowledge of the old language other than the name.

The market streets are always busy, whether you're a pickpocket or a merchant. When the vendors turn in their passes, the cafes and late night hangouts open, hoping to lure you inside.

It attracts all sorts of people, and sometimes animalistic creatures, all hoping to sell off their wares or rip off a few gulible passer-bys, so you've got the upper edge if you know your way around.

But being one of the most densely populated places on the map has even worse downfalls. The military has recently been running rounds through the streets, effectively ridding us of some prospective consumers. It's something I've heard they've been doing with all the cities under the government's protection. They claim it's for security, and neighboring countries might want to take the towns for their own.

I don't think so. We have pretty good alliances and the government usually isn't dumb enough to install a unit for searches. It's a pretty blatant way of saying "Whoo, look at us suspicious people!" Even the toddlers know something else is up. Gasp, maybe it's some secret plan for complete dictatorship!

That aside, they can be useful in situations such as the one I was in: catching idiots with counterfeit money.

Speaking of which...

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"OI~!" That fat man streaked away as soon as he knew his poor cheat was blown. I ran after him, knowing I could cut him off when the third section of soldiers crossed through the main path. Others stood aside, protecting their precious items. Another bad thing: if you got ripped off, you were on your own. Traders didn't get involved with another's business. It was a sign of respect, so to say.

Just as I was about to catch him, he managed to squeeze himself into an alley way just as the soldiers I'd been planning to use against him marched by.

"...rgh." I sighed, waiting for the stiff line to pass. The empty gap was swarming with people once again, spreading out across the roads.

I dashed across to the entrance as soon as the last barionette left range of stabbing me, and intent on getting that man, something knocked me backwards into a water barrel. I sat down, hard.

A cork popped loose, spraying me with a jet of water. I gagged.

"What the hell was that for?!" I whipped around to face my attacker, ready to curse them for cutting me off.

My words fell short, never making it out of my mouth.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

whee...
S-chan tried to rope me into Power of the Pen, which I was rejected from last year when I actually had the time XD So, instead of visiting Mr. Feegis(sp?), I will spend my "creative writing talents" on myOtaku...when I feel like it XD

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Untitled: an Inuyasha Fanfiction
by skakujou
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A cloud of dust attacked me as I pulled the door open, catching me off guard. I choked and backed away, eyes watering.

"Hayako-san, when was this room last cleaned?" I coughed, trying to retain some sense of respect. It had been a while since I'd been a victim to so much dust, even though jii-chan always waved antiques in my face, ready to spew out a long winded tale.

The old woman chuckled, handing me a mask.

"It hasn't been touched since the last landlord owned it. No one's bothered to clean it."

"They were probably too afraid they'd die of suffocation," I quipped, sliding the mask over my face.

She pulled the door open once again, waving away the remains of the cloud. I stepped in cautiously, the old boards of the apartment floor creaking as I made my way across the floor. It wasn't too spacious, as it only had one kitchen and two bedrooms, along with a tiny sitting area right in the middle.

A few gray sheets draped over the floor, the windows left with broken curtain hangers. The ceiling hung low over my head, even though I wasn't that tall.

But overall it wasn't too intimidating. I still didn't know why this woman had hired jii-chan to examine this room.

"If I may ask, what am I looking for in here?" I inquired.

'And I can't sense anything remotely threatening...no jyaki.' I silently added.

The woman thought to herself for a moment, the wrinkles on her face creasing as she frowned.

"Lately, the residents on this floor have been complaining of a disturbance, most of the time by music." I scratched my head.

"Maybe it's just someone who likes to listen to their music late at night?" I suggested. Hayako shook her head, clearing her throat.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case. These are the older residents, who I can assure you do not blare radios at night. From what I can tell," she swept a hand at the room, "the music has been coming from this room."

An eyebrow lifted, noting the situation.

"Ah, so you're saying it might be some disturbed spirit that's still attached to this apartment?"

This story strangely reminded me of Mayu. Hopefully it wasn't, that was one event that was a bit heart-breaking.

"I can't say that, as I have no experience in this field. This is why we hired you, Higurashi-san."

"Aa. I see." I replied, deciding to take Miroku-sama's old wise act. I smiled reassuringly.

"Well then: I'll have to see what I can do, now won't I?"
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Tuesday, October 5, 2004

*crack*
ah, the sound of my resolve slowly beginning to falter...

*deep breath*

*takes out a megaphone*

*pauses*

*puts it down and sits*

...*sulks*
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Monday, October 4, 2004

I...
I'm...I don't know.

*Waves a dreamcatcher around* Bad dreams, apparitions: please stay away. Thank you...

My dad bought me the entire shelf of Fruits Basket, and I crushed him trying to thank him and hold the books at the same time XD
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Sunday, October 3, 2004

hyperness...and it ain't me!
Urgh. I got like...no homework done, and on top of that, spent two whole and a half freaking hours making sure kids wouldn't kill themselves with bicycles.

It's the volunteer thingie that I was talking about earlier, only this was the open house. Ha. Involuntary volunteering.

Now Saturday will be doubley-hockey sticks for the rest of this year. Boo.

Plus, I must thank a-chan for the links she gave me ^^ It helps a lot!
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Saturday, October 2, 2004

bittersweet...
wow...so many things happened today and i can't believe it.

first, i was left outside of my teacher's house for ten minutes because my mom was late picking me up...that led me to staring at the apple tree in front of her house. Then, for the first time in two years I remembered the old fruit trees we had in our previous yard. Ah, the memories of bugs and tons of applesauce...

then i spent three hours watching some inane anime, then we left to go to school.

wait. did i say go to school? sorry, i meant to say: completely waste everyone's time, break about fifteen different laws, and nearly land me into the hospital. today, my mom was such a nutcase. we were running completely late (bad, since she was the teacher today) and for some stupid reason she came up with a "great way" to get there...unfortunately, she did NOT count on the road being blocked off into a one way, so we spent half an hour trying to turn back to get to the school. ugh, it was a nightmare. i had to scream at her to stop at a red light...T_T

then, i forgot about practicing with shippou and started on my homework...sort of.

the only good thing i got out of this day was on how to use a-chan's chain. and no, it wasn't to strangle my dear mother*.



*i mean this in the nicest way possible, i swear i do.
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