Monday, November 21, 2005

V

If you have any suggestions or feedback, feel free to comment and/or PM me. This idea is still running in my head--there's nothing concrete about it at this point. Any help is more than welcome!
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Character Sketches: Luka Freeman
Time: 2:42 NIGHT
Location: Unknown


He raced down the hall, gun in hand, the information locked away within his head. He would reach the ship in time—he had to. Otherwise, he knew he was a dead man.

“Rain!” crackled a voice in his ear, “What are you doing?”

“Just had to dodge a few Sentries, Red Tail.” Rain smiled as he ducked through an unused passage. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

The radio crackled. “That’s what you say all the time. And then Rio and me wind up saving your ass.” Even through the wireless communication, Rain could hear the playful joke in Red Tail’s voice. It was heartening, and briefly made him feel better under the circumstances.

“What did you see?” Red Tail again.

Rain rounded a corner, and let out a groan in response. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, I do. If it matters to the mission, then I wanna know.”

Typical. Rain was bothered by the man’s obsession with his job for once, and he knew the cause without even thinking about it.

“It…was a girl.”

“A GIRL?”

“Yes.” A girl, displayed in silence as if she were asleep or dead, who was lovely in her nakedness. She was an Angel who had been captured and displayed in an exhibition, her slim arms wrapped around herself and her legs tucked under her chin in a failed attempt to protect herself.

Rain knew. He knew that Genesis had begun.

“Talk to me, Rain. What are you thinking?”

“I think that I need to get out of here.” There was a tingling sensation on the back of his neck and a pit in the depths of his stomach, both clear signs to retreat even if his consciousness failed to pick up on any.

He deftly released the catch on the grate that covered his exit, and pulled it into the passage with him. Not long later he lowered himself, feet first, from the passage and set the grate gently within. He turned around, and cursed under his breath.

Sentries. Hundreds of them. Lined up in rows throughout the large room as if they were resting, but Rain knew better than to be deceived. If he were to walk amidst them cat-like, he knew that they would awaken in an instant.

If they saw him when they awoke, nothing under Heaven would save him.

“Red Tail. Abort.” He spoke into the radio urgently, his normally playful voice tense.

“What are you joking at, Rain?”

“No joke. Abort, Red Tail. Now.” Even as he spoke he saw their eyes opening and flaring with their formidable glow. He backed up against the wall he had just entered from, but knew that his efforts were useless.

A Sentry sensed his movement, and ceased resting to find the source. It crept closer to him, gaze paralyzing him as it pierced to the bone.

Rain cursed. For a moment he wildly thought of the girl at the bar, with her soft eyes and sweet smelling hair. He thought of his promise, but his hopes for their future were shattered against the unyielding wall as the Sentry slammed Rain into it.
***

Luka awoke with a start, his covers drenched with sweat and his heart pounding so hard he swore he had met with the burning rage of hell and survived.

A deep breath…one…two…and exhale. Luka sat up in bed and lowered his head in his hands, silently cursing the dream once more. It was a recurring theme, one that featured the same man trying different methods to escape, and never succeeding. It was his fate, to end up in the hands of the Sentries that guarded Genesis. His ultimate purpose for Luka Freeman was to provide the young man with a glimpse of something he should have known.

“Damn you, Rain.” Luka muttered the words as he got out of bed, groping through the darkness and stumbling over to the bathroom. Without bothering to turn the lights on he opened the tap, held his hands under it, and splashed his face with the cold water. He thought momentarily of the girl in the bar that Rain had feelings for—and of a lovely female voice singing a song he didn’t recognize—only to push the thoughts aside with another shock of cold water.

It wasn’t right. It was never right. Why these dreams plagued him was not something he knew, and he knew that he would never truly know.

He dried his face, and stumbled back to bed. Before falling back into the pile of pillows and sheets he glanced at the glowing red digits of his clock.

2:57 NIGHT.

Remembering that tomorrow was going to be an important day, he rolled over in his bed and dropped back into sleep.

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Ideas
Okay, okay. I'm a bit of a writer when I try. Unfortunately, most of my stories go down the drain because I can't get them on their feet. That usually happens around the thrid page or so, when the idea suddenly runs out of steam.

Not this time.

I'm kind of working on something. The details haven't been completed (Still in the Construction stage! ^^) but I think I like it so far.

I'm on the 2nd page of a little...character sketch so far. I'll post it when I'm done with it.

The main character I'm finding easy to work with--he's just an agreeable guy for me! Normally I have a tough time because the characters don't tell me shit, but this time he's talking to me.

Not literally, but any writer can probably understand what I mean.

Again, I'll post it when I'm done and see the comments I get on it.

This is going to be fun!
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

V

It's been a while since I wrote anything, because I've been so busy with school work and all that crap to get my creative juices flowing.

IT SUCKS!

Oh, well. At least it's break now, and I should have my JFK paper done by Tuesday at this rate.

Woot! Then I can spend time with my family and make another Cheese Cake Pie!!

By the way, before I forget. My mom ordered Chinese food last night, and I'm eating the left overs today. By the way it looks, I'm probabaly going to get four meals out of this stuff!
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Sentry
They were sentinels
Those birds sillouhetted against the sky
Who stood still
with their beaks open
as if to utter a warning

Those four birds in a row
I still don't know
if they were ravens
or starlings
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Friday, November 18, 2005

Quizzes
Okay, I've you've ever looked at my list of quizzes then you know that I'm a quiz monger. I take just about any and every wierd quiz I come upon, and some of the results scare me.

For instance, I've taken two quizzes that say that I run the risk for Schizophrenia (Illogical--it's an X-liked disorder, and I have two of those), and another quiz that says that I'm losing touch--which is basically Schizophrenia.

I know, I know. If I'm really that worried I should pay a visit to the local Psychologsist. But, I'm not worried.

No...Look at John Nash. He's a brilliant mathematician. Won the Nobel Prize, even. He was Schizophrenic

Besides, I'm a girl. I should have no worries...right?
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

MOSI
Forgot to add this yesterday.

My Anatomy class went to MOSI (Museum of Science and Industry) yesterday to see the Bodies exhibit. It was actually pretty cool.

Of course, seeing the odd friends I tend to make IRL, we kept on making associations to food items. The brain looked like Ground Chuck, Bone Cancer looked sort of like chicken, the circulatory system looked like Candy Floss...the list goes on and on.

To make life more interesting, I hung out with the wierdest, yet smartest, person I've ever met at MOSI. He's a Junior, and only 15, but he can say the meanest, cruelest, most nasty things, and it'll seem perfectly all right comeing from him.

Strange, huh?

He's also a British boy, so he just had to make a comment about the IMAX movie, being made by the BBC, was going to suck.

I looked at him. "That's odd coming from you."

"Are you Racist or something?"

"No, it's just that I never expected THAT to come out of your mouth."

"Well, I'm a British boy. I'm allowed to say stuff like that. But you're not."

He went on to name every restaurant, street, even location where those pillows came from in the film. The one place looked suspiciously like the Grand Central Station in DC, but he said that it was Victoria.

Hm...Maybe I should go to London some time...
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Monday, November 14, 2005

Code of Ethics
This is a little mini paper for my ethics class. It can't even be considered a paper, considering that it's only 500 words. Maybe... an 'essayette'?

Considering my newfound goal in life, I figured that I'd read up on the code of ethics for journalists. It's really pretty basic--seek the truth, interpret the truth, and deliver the truth while maintaining respect for yourself, the public, and other journalists.

It also says to be free from obligation.

I guess that means that I should work on letting go of the cynicism that makes my freshman and sophomore English teacher stray away from teaching junoirs and seniors.

Besides, a journalist should be objective and unbiased. When I was in Middle School I prided myself over having that very quality.

What happened?

Did I just grow up? Did I become jaded somehow? Is this cynicism natural for a 17 year old to have?

I only know that this is a problem, and one that I must get over.

Maybe I should start striving for the standard set by 'muichi motsu'.
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Friday, November 11, 2005

A breath of fresh air... but not for long
FINALLY!!!!!

I handed that stupid paper in yesterday--the one about marijuana--and I hope my teacher likes it enough to give me an A.

A girl who sits in front of me, and a repeat offender of Mr. Leopold, told me that her father and grandfather would be proud of me.

I don't know about you, but I think that's a dubious compliment.

Now, as I glance at my more recent entries, I notice that my cynical side seems to be coming out. That is likely to happen more often now, because I'm going to get started on my other paper within the next few days.

The topic: explore five theories behind President Kennedy's assassination.

I saw the Zapruder film, the home video of the very scene where Jack was shot. It was a mite...disturbing. I can automatically rule out the theory that Jackie had a hand in it--she was literally climbing over the back of the car as she tried to find someone who could help her husband.

What my teacher ultimately wants to know is why the government sees that it's all right to hide these crucial facts from the public.

He's also trying to point us somewhere, I think. He keeps on saying that we should 'follow the money'. That leads me to believe that the CIA or the Mafia had a hand in this--probably both!

So, from here on to the end of the month I'm going to be delving into the world of secrets, theories, and conspiracies.

Wish me luck!
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Monday, November 7, 2005

When in Rome....
Do as the Romans. I know, I know. Blah blah blah blah...shit. I'm a bit inflamed now on somethings--I'd probably try to start a protest if I weren't a minor.

I'll talk about what we're taling about in Sociology, and about that 'Government within the Government' that seems to be the source of our problems.

But first, a little lesson.

There are three main characteristics of a Totalitarian Government:

1) Gross use of Ideaology

2) Control of the Media

and

3) A single party in control of the Government.


Let's connect this to the current day, shall we?

1) This whole 'War on Terror' bit--it's a little hard to wage a war against an intangible force. Besides this, the terrorists do not belong to any single country. To the American people, the terrorists thought about are of Middle Eastern descent and wear a turban--Muslims.

Isn't this religious discrimination?

On the religion note--ever notice how Bush is trying to be ultra conservative in his approach to his Supreme Court Justices. Methinks he only wants to overturn Roe v. Wade. If he does, he'll have some pissed off women to deal with.

2) Take a gander at the media. We're not hearing shit about this War on Terror. Frankly, I kind of want to know whats going on. Even Mr. Drudge's website, the Drudge Report, is sadly lacking in this department. Nobody really cares about how many little boys Michael Jackson moslests, right?

Right.

Fox and Friends is clearly an ultra Conservative news show, and Robin and Company is only good for a few laughs.

Where are the reliable journalists?

In Canada. I think.

3) We're pretty damn close to a single party system. If you look at the Presidential elections, past and present, only one third party candidate became President; Mr. Abraham Lincoln. As many good ideas as he had, Mr. Nader didn't even have a chance.

Besides, we're supposed to have a divided government so that Congress and the President can push and pull each other over different issues. Obviously, it's not working out that way, considering that the Republican Party is the Majority Party.

The Democrats are little better than the Republicans. They won't do crap about anything anymore. Apparently most of the country is registered Democrat--what happened with the last election?

My history teacher warned my class about this sophomore year. It's a little creepy to see his predictions coming true.

One more note, and then I'll stop. All this crap about the Patriot Act--it's a violation of the Fourth Ammendment and the ramdom searches and seizures.

In conjunction, apparently the CIA has records of whom ever has a copy of 'The Communist Manifesto' and 'Mein Kampf'--two books I'd like to read some day, just out of curiosity.


Honetly, I find it funny that the CIA wants to know what people are looking up on Google. Funny, and Scary. If anyone here has read '1984', I pray that you're listening.

I don't want America to wind up like the world depicted in 1984. I don't want to have to refer to my President as Big Brother. But, Jesus, we're coming pretty damn close!

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