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I know I haven't updated in forever, but things have really been taking a really big change of late. Right now, Jackie's braiding my hair right now, and it really feels good. ^_^
So, other than her living with us for a couple weeks there's not much change. I've started to update some of my things that I've been necelgting. I should be doing my massive four projects that I have, but screw that, I'm not in the mood tonight. I'll do it sometime on the weekend, provided that nobody I talk to signs in. >.>
I really need to learn to stay off of messenger, chat is just addicting. >=(
I'd update more, but...I really have nothing to say. Pictures say everything. >=)
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Sitting in study hall with nothing to do. Blank as they come. Luckily, I have Pikachu to keep me sane. >=)Current Mood: blah |
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Feb. 2nd, 2005 @ 07:30 pm
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You are TIFA. Sweet, caring, and I bet you can make
a damn good B-52 shot...
What Final Fantasy VII character are you?
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Oct. 23rd, 2004 @ 07:35 pm
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It's nice to have some quiet time, really, it's enjoyable. I just hope a certain someone doesn't IM me, though he always manages to, despite my efforts to escape it. That's fine, I'll deal with it. I'm going to have to lay a ceratin truth down to him soon anyway. Dave's a nice kid, but really, I just can't go on letting him have his way with much of anything.
The family is in there watching Home on the Range, I refuse to watch it. It's probably fairly stupid. I wasn't impressed at all with the commercials, and I highly doubt it's my type of movie. Do I love cartoons? Yes. Within reason.
I feel inspired journal. I should start writing a Naruto fanfiction, but really, I don't know where to begin. I'll come back to you when I do.
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I'm sitting back and wondering how this entry is going to go, more like supposed to go. I'm so confused at this point. Things will get clearer, better, it's just something that takes time. After everything that's happened, I'm not pushing myself to be a Supergirl, but then again, I do have somebody who'll back me when I need to be.
It seems like my head's speaking for itself, it's not going to ease up any time soon. Really, that's fine. I've not had a headache for a while, but it feels like I'm always sick somehow. I think it's just this stress. It's a little much, and frankly, I'm not all that great at handling it.
Lewis actually noticed I'm short today journal, I kind of poked fun at him for it, but really, it was cute. I dunno. I thought it was funny.
Yeah...Naruto...I have midget days too....
Oct. 22nd, 2004 @ 06:21 pm
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If it's one thing I've grown to hate, it's how much people really tend to get on my nerves right when I'm trying to manage to control myself as it is. It's a good thing I've managed to keep a pretty tight reign on myself, but that doesn't really help that I'm feelling a little sour.
I managed to land a few lines with Iana when she signed on last night, and for that I was thankful. We've not talked for a long, long time. It was nice to see her again. I've seen her off and on, and part of me wonders if she was looking for a certain someone and didn't find them. I'll just have to keep my eye on her, that's all.
However, meanwhile, this morning was intersting. I arrived at school late with my mother and sister, and Lewis was walking out from the portable to the main building. Already, Lewis was at it again. He just looked over, stopped, and hollered, "You're late!"
No kidding. I kind of knew that. Then, my sister had the gull to say, "Hey, there's your boyfriend."
I felt like getting mad and saying, "As far as that kid is concerned--" and I'll leave it there, because really that's not a fair thing to say. That's fine. I'll deal with it. I'll take the poking of fun.
It'll come back to bite the little witch anyway. It's not my problem.
We're watching Mikchal (sp....I know, I'm stupid -.-') in Religon, and really, the only thing I see in that movie is pure stupidity. Everyone said it was so good. Good my hide, it's mockery.
I've got to go for now. I'll talk with you later, journal
Oct. 22nd, 2004 @ 09:23 am
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It seems like the surprises never stop coming. Actually, not much of today so far has been a surprise. The day started off kind of bad, and right about now, my stomach is in protest for lack of food. So I'm kind of sideswaying things to hopefully detour my mind. So far, it's not working too terribly well.
Sam's sitting at the table across form me, but however, he refuses to try and make conversation. His choice not mine. I'm not in the mood to really try to make somebody happy only to be pushed away later. Sam is a generally good kid, but just like Chelsea, he needs to grow up and realize what there is to life. However, I really can't say I totally agree with anything.
There is a need, when you get older, to maintain a small bit of childhood. It's ok to have fun within reason. Everything is good as long as it is done in moderation, just like always.
However, things just got intersting. Chelsea actually showed up to school. If she keeps coming late, she'll have more than just make up work. She'll have detentions. It's not our responsibility any more. I refuse to drive her even after we get the van. If she and her family thinks that it's rediculous, I will simply regard them as a thing of the past and have no problem in leaving them behind as a mere shadow of the past.
The boys are chatting like usual, and really their conversations are somewhat less than entertaining. I'm really wishing I had somone to chat with. Lewis just walked in, the butchering of good songs begins. My mind is suddenly thanking my mind that it finished Geometry long before Lewis walked into the room. Though I said I'd be there for that kid, that doesn't change the fact that it's still frustrating.
Sometimes, things are just not what they appear to be. Right about now, the only thing I'm wishing for is a decent friend to sit and chat with. Mel's been talking more and more of late, but the problem is, our surroundings are really the issue. Even still, I refuse to talk in excess. Not like that's hard with Mel.
It's kind of hard to talk to someone who is a constant brick. Well, I'm going. I need to check up on my console gaming life. I need to post a few places as well. I'll be back though, journal. See you later.
Oct. 20th, 2004 @ 10:14 am
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Well, today's gotten better. I've got some work done, so I'm happy.
Oct. 18th, 2004 @ 11:15 pm
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...am I really that much like these kind of characters...I wanted Lloyd...oh well. Kratos is hot anyway. o_o'
Well, today was ok, I don't feel much like updating on it, but I will. The day started out ok, but for the most part, it was fairly boring. I slept pretty much first and second period, thank God. Then came Chapel time and I fell asleep during the sermon.
Mrs. Blake noticed I was asleep and woke me up. That was kind of embarassing. She just kind of smiled and said it was ok, she left me be. She knew I was tired.
That was the interesting part of the day. The only other intersting part was that we got our pumpkins for the contest today. Yeah, I'll be drawing my design out on paper. I have something really, really cool in my head, it's just a matter of getting it done. >=P
The only other thing that really ebs my mind at this point is the fact that someone brought in the book of Wicca to our school. All the girls were joking about it and reading it. The whole time, my hairs were on end, because they were messing with powers they couldn't even comprehend. That books is dangerous...really dangerous.
I don't like having that thing there.
The other thing was that at some point, Lewis asked me what he thought would happen to him after what he did. Well, let me start with what he did. He got really, really mouthy (in very bad language) with Mrs. Z, then he ran out of the school and Mrs. Kelig had to chase him down to the sign. Nobody was too happy about that.
So he asked me today what he thought was going to happen to him, and I told him honestly that my guess was suspension. I really don't like the kid, and I'll be honest with him, but he seriously needs to work on his attitude. Everybody lets him slide for the most part, and that's not the way the world is going to be. I understand he's had a bad life, but he can't make things more miserable for the rest of us and just expect life to be fine and dandy. If he's there at HLHS, then he's obviously smart enough to comprehend that.
I don't know, I'm tired, and my body still isn't flowing with my mind. I'm going journal. I need some rest for now.
Oct. 12th, 2004 @ 06:30 pm
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...Wow, it didn't come out as black for a change.
You're the color yellow. Happy and all-around
cherrful, you make it your mission to brighten
everybody's day. You're painfully optimistic,
always making it so that the cloud
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I read Cain's journal, but in this mood, I'm not 100% sure I'll be ready to respond. I've been cooping myself up of late because of my feelings, they're getting too out of hand. I need to stay away for a while and focus on a few things. My feelings are affecting not just the things I do, but they're effecting people.
Right now all that's on my mind is that contest. I want it so bad I can taste it. I'll accept it with grace if I don't win, but I'm not going down without a fight. It's my fair game, and I'll play it until I can't play it any more. I don't need anything else to effect my mood and my life, I don't need a million and one things running through my head. So if somebody feels ignored or rejected, I'm sorry, it's nothing personal.
I just have a lot going on in my life right about now, and I really just need time. So, yeah. I'll catch you all later, see you journal.
Oct. 9th, 2004 @ 06:14 pm
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I think my headache just grew to be the size of Texas, journal. This doesn't bode well.
...Sukko shot out of her room with a boiling anger that flared not unlike her father's, her mom had called her out, just told her the most rediculous news ever, and now she expected her not to be angry. Sukko watched her mother turn around, her rageful eyes fixed on her, daring her to say one word. Sukko's mother placed her hands on her hips, returning Sukko's glare, ready to fight her tooth and nail, and Sukko knew full well neither of them was going to back down, not easily.
"I'm not going," Sukko raved, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here, it's summer, and you know what, I'm going to enjoy myself!"
"You can enjoy yourself else where, you'll be out at your grandfather's, end of story!"
"In another life time maybe! There's no way I'm spending my summer at some old geezer's place! I have a job to keep, and that's the end of the story!"
Sukko's mother just shrugged, "You're going. Your job can go out the window, young lady. You have a serious attitude problem, and your latest squabble on the last day of school didn't help your case at all,"
"Maranda started it! Do you even know what that skampy little witch did?!" Sukko yelled, pointing her finger at her mother accusingly, "No! Of course not! You haven't got a clue!"
"Then tell me, Sukko, what did she do that she deserved being punched in the face for?!"
"Like you honestly need to know, since when have I started punching people with absolutely no reason to back me?!" Sukko threw the fact in her mother's face yet again for the millionth time this week that she had a reason to back everything. Maybe a couple of weeks ago, it would've worked. This time, however, Sukko's mom only shook her head and slapped her hands to her side.
"Either you give me a really good reason, young lady, or you're going. It's that simple."
"I can't believe you!" Sukko turned and stopped off to her room, "Fine! I'll go to the old geezer's house, at least it'll probably be better than this hell hole! "
Sukko slammed the door shut behind her, not bothering to care what her mother did. She can come in and beat me for all I care right now, at least then I'd have something better to think of than stupid friends who aren't even real.
Sukko tossed herself onto her bed, burying her face into the pillow. This was swell. Summer vacation, ruined. How did her mom manage to find out about Maranda anyway? Sukko pushed the thought out of her mind, there was no need to focus on it. She was leaving, she'd pack her things, tell her mom to ship her over to her grandfather's house and then maybe she'd consider leaving Sukko alone and at home.
Sukko dug in her closet for her suit case, and when she finally pulled it out, she felt like she'd managed to move a mountain top. Clothes were slung clear across the room carelessly, a few of her shoes had gone with them. She ignored the fact, convincing herself that this was a normal state for her room. She bit her lip while she glanced over what few shirts she hadn't tossed across the room, not wanting to bother sifting through the ones she'd thrown.
Randomly, she selected a couple, packed them into the suit cass in her usual style. Rolling up the final shirt, she moved her eyes to her dresser. From there, she selected a few jeans and shorts, nothing flashy. Once everything was packed, she glanced at her suit case with an over all approval, only a few things missing. She dug through the top of her drawer, finally happening upon some bubble gum that she'd managed to sneak away from her mom along side a few batteries.
She grabbed her Gameboy off her bed and cramped it into the bottom somehow underneath all of her clothing apparel. She packed a couple other things, but other than that, her trip was practically made. That way her mom could really be convienced she was going. Sukko snickered inwardly at her own cleaverness. This was just too good not to work.
Afterwords she sat down to play some video games for a while. Someone knocked on the door. Being absent minded, Sukko continued her game then shouted, "It's open."
"Nice to see you've calmed down," her mother said upon entry, glancing over at her bed, "and you're all packed, good, I'll call your grandfather and tell him you're on your way."
Sukko nearly dropped her controler. Going? Going?! There was no way she was going! Sukko's mom turned and headed down the stairs to the phone. Sukko turned her game off, and stood at the door. She felt her teeth while she gretted them, no matter how hard she fought, she knew she wasn't going to win. At long last, she caved, and perhaps this was the final thing she could've done wrong in life.
Sukko shouted at the top of her lungs, not bothering to even think of the consequences."Fine! Tell him I'm going to live there! I'm not coming back home to a hag like you!"
With that, Sukko slammed her door, putting her back to it. She slid down to the floor, tears over flowing from her eyes. This was so messed up. Everything was messed up. Nothing was right, and nothing was ever going to be right. Down the stair way in the kitchen, Sukko could hear her mother telling her grandfather on the phone that Sukko was coming. In a few minutes, she'd be in the car, off to see a grandfather she didn't even know.
Oct. 2nd, 2004 @ 09:20 pm
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Right now, I just feel so down and out of it. Donny won't say it, but I'm pretty sure he's mad at me. At this point, everybody's mad at me. So it's not anything new, it just the fact that it's him that's killing me. Nothing seems to come together right and I feel like I'm balancing my life on a beam.
I swear, I can't do anything right. This morning was bad, this afternoon was bad, the end of the day may as well be bad. A good solid, bad note to land it all on. That's just my style. Figures.
I wish I had the gull to just go down that road, any road, and never come back. I feel so much like running. I can't run though. That'd be a coward's way out. That's not who I am. So what am I supposed to do? Sit here and take it?
I feel like not even Donny is on my side tonight, my own feelings are betraying me. I can't put anything together, I can't fix it. I hate myself. I hate it. I won't back down. I won't let them ruin me. If Donny hates me, then I'll give up, but I don't know that he hates me. He may be mad at me, but he doesn't hate me.
Tenshi has always hated me, Suru, and there's only a select few from there on out that don't. I won't let them win. I just can't.
Good Charlotte
Hold On
This worldThis world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear
But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Your days
You say they're way too long
And your nights
You can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more
And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more
But we all bleed the same way as you doAnd we all have the same things to go through
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold onWhat are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...What are you waiting for?
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Hold on
Sep. 10th, 2004 @ 09:39 pm
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You know, I'm really disappointed. It's nobody's fault, it's just that I can't figure out what to write. I had this really cool idea, about a guy I made up named Rei. Rei is always in stories with Kye (otherwise known as Fye), those two are never seen separately. They've been seen together several times, Darkness blade was one of the times.
Fye is kind of cute, she's the cat girl I designed. She starts out kind of weird, but the more you get to know her, the more you get used to her. She likes Rei a lot, always clinging around him. She won't do anything without him, and when he tries to do something without her, she winds up being a big fuzz ball of tears. Lol.
Then there's Kiba, toughie, can do pretty much anything with in reason. She appears a lot. The one I'm seriously doubting is my favorite all time character though.
Originally she was designed for Wolvie a while back, back when I didn't know what a man whore was though. >=|
She's so cool, she's evolved so much over the years. She's become something so totally different fromt he way she started out, but I'm not so sure about putting her into any stories. She would've had a cool role in Darkness blade, but I took her out, because I didn't have anything on her. No past, no present, no future. She doesn't really have a story.
The more I try to work on her origin, the more, well, I get stumped. If it's going to be her origin, it's going to have to be special. None of this hu-ha crap that a lot of authors pull for their characters. This character deserves better than that, she deserves something worth being called a time worthy origin.
OH MEH. Whatever. I'm going to go write for Rei and Fye. >=|
Jun. 10th, 2004 @ 11:14 pm
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Journal, the more I go about things the more upset I am. Today was pretty good for being as shaggy as it was, I think I'm actually coming down sick though. I've been having headaches off and on, been feeling warm, and really really cranky.
I just wish I had someone more to talk to than twidle dee and tweedle dumb. They're both good people...but...I'd rather have company that's slightly more enjoyable.
I've not seen Kevin around for the past few days. I guess four hours is the hours I'm not on. I'll send him an email and see what's up.
I'm getting sick of people IMing me for the sake of only trying to find Tenshi. I'm ok though, I'll just live life the way I have been. God will give me the strength.
Jun. 3rd, 2004 @ 07:17 pm
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Just a storm, just a passing storm. It sounds like bombs out there, and the flashes are brilliant yet I'm here trying to contain anger that would rival even the lightening and thunder. I am beginning to seriously think that I am truely on my own. Truely out there alone, dear Journal.
Writing to you has become a way of calming myself. It's almost like you bring a sense of balance, fullfillment. What is it about writing that calms my soul? Makes even the smallest shadow of doubt go away?
I have not a clue. I've always loved to write, but unfortunately nobody's ever cared enough to notice what I can truely do. I have to prove myself, somehow, someway.
Journal, I've had so many troubles, most with the people I care the most about, those who are most dear to me in so many ways. My interests just don't seem to be theirs, and they don't care to hide it, either.
Van Helsing, I love that movie so much. Dad took us, and he liked it. So he rented the game. Then he couldn't figure out my problem while he was sitting there talking to me about it, and there were many problems, but none anywhere near as potent as the one that had entered my mind.
He'd started playing Wolverine's revenge with me. I should've known he wasn't going to finish. He never does.
His major excuse was he didn't like the GameCube's controls, so he'd brought home Van Helsing, and he couldn't figure out why I wasn't happy. Childish journal, very childish, I know. But it made me angry, and it hurt me a lot.
Then we argued, he tryed throwing the fact that I was always saying they were never interested in what I was interested in. Well, journal, let's just say he cut me off before I made the point that I know would've made the difference. I didn't have the heart to say it though, just like I always don't. I keep my silence so they can walk all over me, that's just the way it is.
I was designed to be a floor rug. I was going to tell him, "Yeah, you only have my intrest when they intrest you first."
Same way with everyone I know. I almost hate them for it. There's nothing I want more right now, than for this storm to end. This stupid storm caused an argument with someone I'd been waiting to see for a very long time. I hate it, why can't it just go away?
I feel like telling this person, "This is what I mean when I say that I feel left behind, this is what I mean when I say I'm always left to be alone."
I was made that way. I'm not going to cry, journal. The tears can beckon all they want but they'll not come out of their depths tonight. I was made to be alone, and alone I will be. I will be alone. I have to be alone.
This is my life, this is the way of things. I could die right now. Not that it'd matter.
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I get myself into messes almost as easily as I get myself a name worth laughing at. I finally gave up on getting my journal the way I wanted it. All that matters are my little foxies though, whoever did though was a brillant person! ^.^
I love my foxies! I thought about getting the kittens, they had some pretty cute expressions, but the foxies beat them out big time.
Oh, and uh, I took this quiz...still trying to figure out why. OH WELL.
Which FFX-2 Girl Are You?
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May. 15th, 2004 @ 06:48 am
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Chapter 1: Darkness of the matter
The figure stood in the dark, roughly hunching like she'd always had but the image seemed more real than what it truly should've. Her eyes seemed to glance right through him with a glare that he almost felt penitrated his deepest thoughts. She began moving away from him, only glancing once over her shoulder.
"It's not worth it,"
The words were cold, and they seemed misplaced. Titus only flinched as she said them, but after he realized she was truly going to stray into the darkness, leaving him behind. He started after her, but his movements felt heavy, slower than usual.
"Kiba!" he tried reaching her through oral means, but it must've fell on deafened ears making his attempt in vein.
"Titus!" a voice called from another direction, but as he opened his eyes, he felt his heart beating in his chest as though he'd come so unexpectedly close to something. "Titus?"
Titus crossed his arms in a bent manner, Kiba, his friend, Kiba. He'd seen her yet again in one of his dreams, and he was forced to wonder once more what had driven her away. He wanted sit and cry, but the fact that he was in the presence of two other friends didn't allow much room for petty things like that.
"You were dreaming." Sakina, one of Titus' best friends informed him. Her eyes reflected a good amount of concern. Still she managed to allow herself a moment's distraction, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. "What was it about?"
"Nothing. Just a nightmare. I'm used to them." Titus muttered as he panted, trying to regain some establishment of self management. The attempts were futile.
A moment of silence seemed to sweep over the small campsite, the fire was still burning bright, no doubt that was Sakina's work, considering Nyrobi was asleep like the chlid she usually was. Titus grunted a bit as he watched her form, long black hair sprawled out on the dirt.
She'll be upset, Titus thought trying to avoid what was really running through his mind, She spent all day yester day getting her hair up...now it's back down again.
"Titus?" Sakina's voice came to him again, and tears had begun to surface on her face, "Are we ever going to find her?"
Titus rested his chin on his knees thoughtfully. At the moment his eyes regestered nothing as he watched the fire burn. He remembered something his friend had told him long ago, back when she still traveled with them all. The memory came back like a peircing spear, but the words were etched beautifully in his mind.
"I feel like the fire sometimes...burning only to be brought down again. Of course, the fire never truly dies...it just leaves for a while."
Kiba, Titus thought to himself. Where are you?
Sakina's face began to regester an almost saddened rejection, and he instantlly focused his mind on stopping whatever devil was trying to come over her. He let out a sigh, grabbing her attention right away as he knew it would. He sat back against the rock he'd choosen to sleep by, leaning on it as though he couldn't use his own strength to sit up.
"We'll find her, she needs us. Besides, she always said, that even when it felt like she was going away for a long time, she'd find us again. I think that's still true."
Titus examined young Sakina's face, her black hair seemed to glow against the fire's gleam. At last her blue eyes rested on him, as she shifted. By now the armor that she wore weighed down on her heavily, so she sat like Titus, trying to relax and have some kind of decent out look on the situation.
"We should try and sleep," Titus said wearily, "We'll have to be moving in the morning, especially since the streets of Beeninitch will be too crowded for us to get a place to stay in the afternoon."
Sakina pulled her knees to her chest and did like Titus before, resting her chin on them. "It would be nice...just for once to sleep in an inn."
Titus looked at her with a smile of a amusement hinting at his face, "It would, but weren't you the one testifying it was nice, being able to see the stars at night?"
"That was before I actually thought about the pains in my back," Sakina smiled.
Titus nodded, attempting a false smile that just barely adorned his face. The two eventually separated, laying down on opposite ends of the fire. He felt Sakina's eyes on him, despite the fact that he had his back to her. It was and yet it wasn't a plesant feeling, and he'd often felt, that at times, there'd been a duel going long passed that he didn't know about. Kiba and Sakina had always been that way...
Chapter 2
Titus allowed the dream to pass, as though it were nothing more than a brief image that had flashed across his mind. The streets of Beeninitch were as unforgiving as ever, crowded, and futhur more, booked.
"What do you mean 'there's nothing left in the entire town'?" Titus asked, trying to keep the frustration from his voice.
"Just what I said, everything's booked."
Sakina arched her eyebrow at the older man behind the counter, "What's the event?"
The older man shrugged, "I don't really know."
Titus bit his lip, it was going to be one of those days. He looked back at the other two, wondering for a moment if he should ask them to continue on. The journey had been long and trying for them to get there this early, and to travel on would only make matters work for the truth of the matter to be told. He sighed rubbing his temple as though the ache was surging through his body.
"What can we do?" Nyrobi said, holding Titus arm as he scratched the back of his head.
"I guess there's only two things we can do, continue on or sleep in a box on the street."
"Titus!" Nyrobi squealed, "Do you know how many rats there are in the streets?! Or what kind of sickness you can pick up?!"
Ah, Nyrobi, the center of all that was good and sane. She looked at Titus with her wide eyes, begging him to find a way to get an inn for the night. He shruged to them both at last, sighing in more frustration than he even knew he had.
"You folks need a room?"
The voice came from the stairs that led down into the lobby of the inn, and at their end stood a man who's dress seemed far more formal than any of theirs. He was a fairly handsome man, who's theme was stated in purely black. His icy blue eyes rested on the foursome, making each quiver in their turn.
"Yes, actually, but they're all booked," Sakina spoke up for the group.
The young man let a sly smile adorn his lips. It was obvious he was enteretained at some registered thought that none of them understood. He glanced up at them again, his eyes still registering the slight hint of entertainment they'd obviously provided for him.
"Good luck finding one."
Nyrobi let a surprised gasp escape her, clearly she and Sakina both thought he was going to offer his up or something like that. Titus only shrugged, figuring the man was only trying to get some kind of reaction from them. Much to his surprise, however, the man reached out his hand.
"I'm Myoto Michiba."
"Titus. This is Sakina and Nyrobi," Titus said, nodding to each of them in turn, "You wouldn't happen to know if there's any place nearby Beeninitch that we can get a room in would you?"
"Nope, nearest place to here is over the Rykoian Mountains, and even those are a considerable distance away."
Titus felt whatever expression he'd held on his face slip into the deep appearance of a frown. That was one thing he nor the two he travled with needed to hear. So there was truly no advancing, but no room to stay. He let out a sigh, here he'd promised the girls each their own room and beds, and he'd let them down yet again.
"Are you here because you
Mar. 19th, 2004 @ 06:38 pm
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Ideas: Temple
1. Floor idea
2. Power that Temple witholds
3. Fusion
Ideas: Characters
1. Titus
2. Kiba
3. Sakina
4. Nyrobi
5. Michiba
6.
Update later
Mar. 17th, 2004 @ 09:25 am
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