Tuesday, July 17, 2007

   never wake up early
So early, so very very early. Why did I get up so early? I think our temperture for the house is broken. It got really really cool, then really really hot, then cold, so I got up. Simple, really, just annoying. I'm going to stumble around until my coffee cools off.

Coffee doesn't wake me up. I drink it because I like it. Actually, sometimes it makes me all sleepy because it's warm. I think the only reason it doesn't do its job is because when I was fourteen I was working at a coffee hut for a little bit. The owner was new to the whole coffee thing so was always experimenting on how to get different kinds and flavors. Well, I was the only person that worked with her so I was drinking like fourteen shots a day until she straightened it all out. It keeped me more alert back then but now I got some weird immunity, probably because I only drink one cup. Black, two sugars. Coffee's done!

Yummy, I chugged it. So, things are looking like they're returning to normal amoung the family. I get to go to the book opening on the 21st as long as I do another semester here and stay with them. After that, I transfer and move out. Hopefully I can stand these people for a few more months. My younger siblings kept interrupting the "conversation" trying to get downstairs to watch South Park. Like the show, can't stand the siblings, or any of them. Oh well, it's the age...I think. It could just be a sick, twisted family tradition.

Um, that's going to take some explaining and I'm too tired to deal with it. Short version, dating as far back as forever my family has always had moments where they suddenly hate the future clan head. Um, that probably didn't help much. I might've made it worse adding the word 'clan' in there. I mean like real clans and stuff, not Naruto like clans. Family, not anime. Okay, scrap all that, not really too important since things are seeming okay. Ooh, thunder!

Yeah, I'm still really tired and bored, so i'm going to post bits of random nonesense from a few stories. Haha, this is going to confuse anyone who reads it...unless they're Becca and Elite. They're part of Blue Swallow Productions so they really shouldn't be confused. They should know everything now, even though me explaining doesn't help in understanding.

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So, clip from chapter two of Death Hath No Fury:
He saw it from an onlooker’s point of view. The little wooden huts burning to the ground, people screaming, dying, and him, right in the middle of it all. He had a wide grin of his face, flames reflected and danced in his eyes. His hair was long and the ponytail it was tied in loosened and fell out. He ran into the nearest burning hut, looking for more blood. The hut collapsed, burning.
Fury opened his eyes. The next part would skip over; it had before. He slowly closed his eyes to see the rest of this memory he had forgotten.
He burst out of the ruins of the hut, hours later. What remained of his clothes was burning, as was his hair. He looked around at all the death and screamed. He grabbed his sword and spent several minutes hacking off his smoking hair until it was the cut he was now wearing. He got to his feet, his nearly black red hair gleaming in the dying fires and his deep steel colored eyes twinkling as the sun started to rise.
Fury didn’t understand any of this memory. He opened his eyes. It scared him to know that he killed all those people, to know that he had been trapped under a burning pile of wood and stone. This is why no one could know about him, this is why he had to forget. He closed his eyes again and the picture of the crying woman swam into view until he opened his eyes. What if he killed her too? Maybe she was crying for that reason. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in his mirror. People assumed him to be normal, brown hair and blue eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair with a vague smile. What did it matter if his red hair was nearly black or that his eyes were really a steel gray color? Did it matter, really? No one would ever make the connection. If they did then he’d do to them what he did to those other people. He shook his head. Killing was horrible, he shouldn’t think about it. He wanted to forget, badly.

I was going to put a clip from an untitled story but that would confuse anyone. If I could draw I'd draw a picture of my main character from it. Oh well, I'll wait until I have a CG program.

Clip from chapter nineteen of Tchase and Leia (working title):

“Hi, Nevada,” Leia said kindly. She noticed the finger bruises on his upper arm and couldn’t help but feel angry with Chase. Nevada didn’t say anything or smile. “You don’t remember me, do you? My name’s Leia Terior. I’m a friend of your parents.”
“He doesn’t remember me either,” Dorothy whispered to Leia. “Poor kid, he was really quiet the whole ride over. I’m hoping he cheers up after he meets the kids.” Dorothy dropped Nevada’s hand. “We’re going to the park today. Do you want something to eat first?”
“No, ma’am,” Nevada said quietly.
“Oh, you don’t need to call me that,” Dorothy said. “Dorothy is just fine. Okay, wait here with Leia and I’ll go get the other kids.” She went up the stairs and disappeared. Leia looked over Nevada with a smile.
“You’re shoelace is untied,” Leia said. “Here, I’ll just tie that for you.”
“I got it,” Nevada said, kneeling down. Leia watched him fumble with the laces but he eventually did get them tied. She couldn’t help but be impressed.
“Here they are,” Dorothy said. “This is Trent and Luke, they’re Leia’s sons. And this little girl is my daughter, Raina. Luke and Raina are your age. Kids, this is Nevada.”
“That’s a dumb name,” Luke said.
“Luke,” Leia snapped. Nevada walked forward and shoved Luke over. He looked angrily at Nevada before his eyes filled with tears. He got back on his feet and hugged Leia around her knees.
“Mommy, he pushed me,” Luke said.
“Don’t call my name stupid,” Nevada said. Leia bent down and hugged Luke. She glanced over at Nevada and smiled.

Everything is obviously copywritten to me, Blue Swallow Productions, and eventually to Blood Red Dragon Studios. Believe me, I'll hunt down and gut anyone who steals from me. Of course, I put up parts that would make no sense unless you knew the stories so it'll be difficult to actually steal.

Interesting trivia: Tchase means 'harbinger'. His name is Tchase Kerbasi (surname not included), so it's 'harbinger warrior'. Cool, huh? I enjoy names.
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