My Dad is SNORING. And I can’t sleep. It’s pissing me off.
I can’t live here anymore >.<
So, I am going to randomly type here….
Like…I hope its kinda temporary.. but me and Phoenix (Phoenix Rising) hit a writers block.
Gahhhhhhhh~
I hate writers block.
And not being able to sleep.
Knowing I have a freaking… like… classes 10-3:30 and work 4 until 1 am…. I need to hit the shower tomorrow because I smell like vicks.. and I’ve been sick as a dog…
I need to do some homework, but I don’t feel like it…
And the snoring won’t stop…
Goddamnit.
So, HadesHeroine it is…
Let’s see if I hit writers block on this one…
Random Story Ideas.. before the story is actually written… I hate how I write parts, before the parts happen. It’s like quilt making. I have pieces, now I have to fit the puzzle pieces together…
But thats how it always works…
This idea/story thing is going to look like shit! next to the Sandman, seriously– but hey- we aren’t all Mr. Ralphuses :]]
Plus, Mr. Ralphus is a half based character in mine… I told him he would be though. Tehehehe.
He probably forgot, or thought I’d forget.
But how could a girl forget one of her bests ;]???
A promise is a promise.
Hmm..
Writing this Animorph’s style, per charecter like entries..
Just because. I tend to have multiple personality syndrome.
Can’t pick one character’s viewpoint…
So, here goes nothing…
Basing some of this on real life, and some of it is just plain fiction out of my ass…
Hope you can tell two and two apart…
Because when I write reality doesnt destinctively seperate and visa versa.
Chuck is dedicated to my Uncle, and Boss, his twin, is my Dad.
My Uncle’s real name is Patrick Charles.
Note: Every character has a bi-polar, half half scenerio from my life.
That means I mixed two people I know and came up with one personality.
I can so do that.
Writers license!!!
Don’t kill yourself, I know this all sucks :]]
I should be sleeping right now- but my DOOR WON’T SHIT TIGHT ENOUGH DAMMMIITTT….
It’s unedited.. and I just don’t care that its not edited.. it’s 2:16 in the AM!
Just going to go with the flow…
Blast some music… and die tomorrow at work. Yay…
There’s one person in the world I who I wish would co-write this with me…
But, Sandman comes first. That story knocks my socks off… :]]]
Anyways, even if I am just writing to amuse myself…
Writing is good practice for the soul, the mind, and my major ;]
So, unloading begins:
RANDOM IDIOMS//Sketches, musings, thoughts: *listening to Earthman by Poets and Pornstars*
~When people convert (change) they appear like dragons in mortal’s dreams. They never exisit in that form on a physical plane, unless severely disturbed. They can not shift back until that fear or threat is killed. If they don’t kill the threat, they become stuck. It is their duty to remain calm and undestructive. They tend to be greedy because of this. And lonely. And pissy. It’s in the eyes. The only control of essence switiching they have is in the wings. Hence angels of death.
~So, where do you think your going, heaven or hell. Like the rest that beg,” heaven!”.. I was waiting to say- well your lucky because neither exists- the gate exists- the waiting lingers- but this sarcastic idiot—lanky and about 13- said hell with a sly smile. Stunned, I looked back. I like you, I muttered to myself, and thought. I think you’d make a great pet… Huh? This isn’t normal, by chance is it? Because, look lady, you seem interesting, but I don’t want to be your dog or nothing.. Hush, I whispered.. No, youre going to be my dragon… But how can I ask the fates to reincarnate his soul into such a special being, when frankly, his humor is the only thing that charmed me. Oh, dragons are clever. Are you clever, I asked.. amused. Indeed, miss. Yes, clever, indeed I am. Uh… Miss, did I just break my skate board? No, boy. You just broke your skull… (re-pet)
~Can you hear her wings? Tattoo’s grim reaper and a dragon. Why not wings? As a fallen angel. You know, Miss? Because, why get a tattoo of something you already have? (her shadow)
~So, I’m guessing I’m not what you were hoping for as your angel of death? No, not exactly. What were you expecting.. I was expecting a skinner, tall blonde, I guess. Irritated.. I scoffed. I’ll get you a tall blonde alright, and watched the old man smirk. Seeker! I screamed. I heard shuffling from where we parked our bikes. (His black, mine white- like the four horsemen) You need something, Sinner? He asked, from a distance. The old man’s smirk disappeared. No, miss, I didn’t mean… Be quiet you. Yeah, Seeker, this guy wanted a blonde… And I walked away, stomping on every inch of earth I walked on along my way. Seeker howled, cackling wild with laughter. Oh man, he said, scratching his scalp right around where his helmet met his forehead. You got yourself in a bind sir. You see, if she doesn’t take you to the gate, well… It looks like you’ll have to sing your own death song … *death song, hummed or sung by a Sinner, is a charmed poem that leads the wanderer to the gatekeeper*
“You felt the vibe early…”
My muse, Death. Known to public as Sinners.
Seekers, whose muse is life, are more like traditional angels.
The world changed for Dani on 12/12/12.
Subtly, two races emerged on Earth.
Humans, and mutants—those who do Death’s bidding.
There is no heaven or hell. There is just life and death.
And the apocalypse brought on the final “awareness” that death is final.
No compensation.
Dani kisses her first love at midnight. Born on 12/12/87.
Her kiss becomes poisonous, however, for she is a Sinner and matures at 25—but her lover is human-> Will not name him John, maybe Dustin, not sure.
First person she takes to the gate- causes her not only much pain, but she is overwhelmed, and begs the gatekeeper to spare his life because she didn’t mean to take it- she didn’t know… she talks to the gatekeeper. “John” tells her that she doesn’t need to worry- one day with her on earth meant an eternity, one breath of her hair, one sound of her sigh, meant the world. He told her that he knew she was different from the beginning- she was practically sin-less, always did for the greater good, was kind, and always cheerful about life, always giving. He told her never to feel that he thought it wasn’t worth it- being with her that night- he told her she always had the stars to trust… To sing to.. When he crossed over; she sung her first “death song,” and the gatekeeper cried- a rare event. She gave Dani her own ankh ring…
Then Dani wakes up on this plane.
She is put in prison, and sentenced to death.
She survives lethal injection, wakes up in the morgue, and runs.
Her first sidekick, a Seeker named Maria, dies from a disease only Angels receive- she falls in love with a mortal boy, and leaves immortality for him because Dani releases her oath to Venus.
This leaves Dani alone.
Chuck’s Sinner dies from the same disease- but does not release his curse; when he begs Death to make him mortal, and fall, Death grants him his wish immediately. After he is mortal, he realizes that Death made him mortal to soon—thus rendering Chuck helpless and Sinnerless, as well as binded by the oath.
Chuck, realizing what Death had done, figured the fates fixed it.
He went to his ex-Sinner’s wedding.
Angels- either Sinners or Seekers, bring death.
They tweak reality. They can safeguard humans if they will it.
They have wings, on the 7th plane or existence. Only the dead can see it. The dead, children, and other angels.
All reapers (Sinners) have blue eyes- not red. Most are girls, or at least feminine.
“I thought you had red eyes, Death,” said Dani in her dream, confused. “No, white rabbits have red eyes.” “Your scared of rabbits,” Dani scoffed, amused, and raised an arched eyebrow. “You have blue eyes,” he retorted with a definite and scornful glare.*
Will use ancient prophecies, like from the bible to back up ideals.
Write from the year 3000, Dani’s memories from early 2000’s…
Influences: Matrix, Morpheus, Terminator, Marvel Comics.
*“Life and Death is an ongoing war,” said Death, pleased at Dani’s expressed emotion. “So why change it now,” she wailed, holding on to Chuck with a vengeance as sobs shook her entire body. “I didn’t change the game, dear,” he said with a sad smile, “I merely just altered the rules.”*
*Death- “Everything expires”*
“Sin like you mean it”
“Save the world? How can you save something that was never made, child?”
“What should you call me? Your lover. Friend. Death will do.”
~When asked how he drinks his coffee: “With lots of sugar, of course.
I thought you’d drink it black. Why not add flavor. I’m dying anyway. I’m more of a hot chocolate type, really.”
~When asked if he hates pink: Do I hate pink? Death shivered, and smirked. Well, it’s better than red, is it not?
–Sinners are born sinners through inheritance; like witches- most are women, some rarely can be men (Sinner men are referred to as Saints), but can refuse to acknowledge their powers until they turn 30. By then, a Seeker would have either found them, or they would’ve noticed that they stopped growing old with their peers- if by chance they didn’t experience taking a soul to the gate by accident. Seekers, on the other hand, are those that the gatekeeper refuses to take because the soul who came to her gate sought revenge in the ending of their life, and she curses them to eternity as a parasite to the Sinners, with the promise that they can actively seek revenge if they promise to serve a Sinner, and the stars- the eternal Ouroboros. Seekers can break their binding if: their Sinner lets them go before they are turned mortal by Death himself/herself; depending on the form that suits at the time. Sinners are immortal. If a Seeker dies before his Sinner lets him go, he returns to the gatekeeper with his Sinner, who has the right to beg for his life, but does not have the right to keep his/her soul.
HADES HEROINE (Chapter-lets 1-3).. thinking about this one for the past month-ish…
DANI: *short for Danica*
Some day’s you feel like crying in the rain. It’s not like I hadn’t done it before, standing out in the open, seemingly helpless, but deep inside myself knowing all too well that being helpless was simply not my case. I was never helpless. At least, not as far back as I could remember.
Looking down at the gravel underneath my feet, I sighed, and pushed a few pebbles around with a black hooker boot. I felt my old tattered bible inside my Dad’s old leather bike bag with my back, while one half of my butt cheek leaned up against my warm baby- a 1987 Honda Rebel. Steam was rising off her black gas tank where the rain fell in pelts. To some people, the bike herself looks like shit. Like what I would call my first car, a 1988 Plymouth blue box Reliant that wasn’t very reliant by the time I turned sixteen. However, that Honda was built the year I was born. Not that I could tell anyone that any longer. It’s my little secret. And, now, I guess it’s yours for the taking.
I looked across the horizon, and the sun was falling down. Another day, another wasted twenty four hour period of my not so mortal life. I brushed my travel worn and wind caressed hair out of my eyes, and pulled it all back in a red bandana. In doing so, my fathers Celtic cross and my sisters four leaf clover locket dangled from my neck and no longer remained hidden under the long black veil of massive curls and random road dust. Looking across the parking lot, I seen several people staring out the bar window. I grinned, and felt my red lipstick with the tip of my tongue. Maybe today wasn’t a wasted day after all, my friend. Maybe, I’ll find a soul in there. Perhaps even two, if I’m lucky. My tongue clicked up against my teeth as I tilted my head towards the door. My jugular stuck out as I bit my bottom lip. All I kept thinking was, well- hello boys…welcome to Hell.
BOSS:
Well, lookie here boss, it’s a girl outside! Chairs fell in the back, a commotion created a stir in the front of my bar; a table could be heard wobbling from its abandoned tenants towards the back near the kitchen. Mary-Lou sighed with disgust. I knew it was because she hated ten second competition bouts for attention. Well, dang, Hugh, cried Jack from over his shoulder, she’s a big-un. Who cares Jack, Leigh said impatiently, and slapped him in a friendly like manner from behind his neck. Jack ducked, but in a moment’s hesitation for one last glimpse, got smacked, and placed his hand over his new red mark of the hour. Leigh sighed, she’s got tits, he whispered, in an envious tone. Jack gave Hugh a disgusted look, and with a wince said, hey, ya’ll, I think them apples are two different sizes. Kaleb walked on over, tossing his playing cards on the table behind him. He peeked out the window, tugged his black rimmed hat with his left hand, and muttered hmm. After clearing his throat, he said. Yep, she’s got about a b and a half on the left, a full d on the right one there. The guys remained silent. Is that such a bad thing, boss? Jack hollered in my direction. I glanced at his bald head, and grunted. See guys, boss wouldn’t give a damn. Well, I give a damn, Jack, Kaleb said with a snarl, his hands already in fists as Jack curled up against a wooden barrel. Kaleb laughed. She’s about 6 foot 3, and for me, that’s about several inches too tall. The hair, well. The hairs nice though.
When she walked in, she was about 5’10. I’ve got me some pretty stupid Southern boys.
She also lacked an aura, which immediately caught my attention. She was either bad trouble, or… No, couldn’t be. Not another one of those “death is endless” creatures. What were they called… what was that last hitch-hiker he seen in the Carolinas…
Hey Boss, she said with a smirk. Spirit works. I kept my mouth shut. Spirit, as in moving secretly, mysteriously, into the underworld. You know, the drink, she crooned softly. I rolled my eyes. Tricky devils, those creatures are. What will you have, lady, I asked, slightly coughing at the end of my sentence. My throat was dry, never had much need to talk much. Not since the war, that is…
What do you have, hun? Her eyes sparkled to make up for the lack of her soul. We have beer, I mumbled, looking under the shelves for a decently clean glass. And… she daunted. And, whiskey, I stammered, looking at her with concern. Whiskey, she said, playing around with the word as it fell out of her mouth. No vodka? Vodka, Kaleb scoffed. Some of the guys chuckled. Rob and his gay lover Jess winked at the new girl with approval. She’s hot, Rob commented. Jess just smiled and nodded in her direction. The witch looked at me with a slight pout and said, beer it is. I thanked God, and grabbed a beer bottle out of the fridge. I hadn’t cleaned a shot glass in about five years.
Eventually, the boys sat back down. Gawking at her for more than five minutes wasn’t good for Mary-Lou’s self esteem. From the back kitchen, noisily banging things in the back, the guys were hungrier for their order than staring at the new girl up close. Sitting in their seats and staring at her from some distance meant more trash talk and of course, eventually when Mary-Lou stopped pouting, food.
So, you’re a Seeker, I asked her, under my breath. No, she locked her eyes with me. I’m a Slave. Your one of them, right? Sure, I’m a hooker, she smirked. You gotta thousand dollars? She placed her left index finger on the wooden bar table and moved her finger in slow, steady circles around the napkin that accompanied her beer. Taken aback, I said, No, sir. Sir, she laughed. I get that one a lot. Right boys? She turned around, and gave them a quick survey. She needed a soul. Tonight.
You’re weak, I said softly. How would you know, dear? She asked, attentively. Hmm, she murmured. Interesting. I hate when they read your mind. Not all of them can, but most do. Yeah, I said, since she already knew, and figured why not. My brothers the same species, if you will, as you are. He’s been gone since we turned eighteen. He stops and visits sometimes. Most people think he’s my son. I looked down, in thought: I had a beautiful daughter, and a wife back home, but never had a son. Just a twin brother, with an age difference close to forty some years.
Know anyone around here better off dead than living, she asked, hopefully.
Yeah, I said, stunned. Me.
DANI:
I looked at him for a second, and paused. Absorbing his energy when he passed to the gatekeeper would be sufficient enough for another few more days, but he had no huge sins under his belt. It wasn’t worth the trouble. His sideway smile softened my heart, and I touched his shoulder. No, not tonight, my friend. You’ve got a family, and friends, and a good life on you shoulders. You know more than most that ripping you is not worth the task. Ripping was the slang for reaping, but in a days work, it pretty much meant the same thing.
Boss winked, and smiled. Had to make the offer, you know? Only the good die young. You’ll find someone around these parts, I’m sure. He paused for a second behind the counter, looking at my chest. Is that.. he began to ask. Yes, it’s a grim reaper. I chuckled. It’s ironic, it’s a joke, get it? I laughed a little longer this time. Yeah, what’s it to you, babes? I asked Boss, jokingly.
Everything, said a stranger at the front door. Hey Brent, the guy said slowly. It’s been a while. Hey Chuck! Boss whispered in awe, his face crinkling in a smile, tears brimming around his large, blue eyes. It’s been a while. Yeah, bro, it’s been too long. I stood there, bewildered. Chuck was a Seeker. I, on the other hand was a Sinner. I lost my last Seeker about two years ago, but one works better with the other when hunting for a soul… Chuck was a young version of Boss, with long blonde hair instead of white, running down his wide shoulders. He had a biker jacket on, and black leather boots. He was standing around 6 feet 2, lanky and tall all at the same time. He had hands of a musician, and a smile of a deviant. The man, simply put, looked like a god. Unless, under my desperate need for a Seeker, he gave off such an illusion. I was buying it.
The men hugged briefly, and Boss grabbed Chuck a beer out of the fridge. While bending down, he grabbed his knee, which I knew bother him from frequent arthritis, and stood back up. Then, after a second thought, grabbed one for him self. Bud Light, Chuck laughed at his own question, and smiled at Boss. Yeah, yeah, I know he smiled. Special occasion, don’t want to alarm Beth any at home by coming home drunk. How’s Beth, Chuck asked sincerely. Boss nodded and sighed, she’s alright, Chuck. Hanging in there. The farm’s not doing so good. Bad crops, not enough rain this season. That’s why I’m here, Brent, Chuck said seriously. Beth won’t remember me from a few years back, I’ve grown my hair out since then. I can be your cousin this time. Or your distant vigilante nephew. Brent looked hopeful. I’ve missed you, Chuck, he said, biting his lip and holding back as much emotion as he could. It’s been hard, not having you around the farm. He sighed heavily, his breathing became shallow, and he coughed into a handkerchief from his back pocket. I’ve missed you too, Bro. Your looking pretty dang good for a mortal guy, you handsome devil you! I can’t wait to see that baby of yours! Boss cleared his throat. She’s not that much a baby anymore, Chuck. She’s turning nineteen next month! Wow, Chuck straightened up, his eyes got wide. That long. I seen her with pigtails, had to be about five years old, Bro! Four, Chuck said, suddenly. I keep that picture of you two in my wallet. He pulled his wallet out from underneath his seat and opened a brown, worn case, which has a crumpled five dollar bill, and a few pictures of a young, pretty girl with medium length hair standing next to a young army soldier. He turned over two more pictures, and pulled out one with the same man, standing in the bar today, and his four year old daughter. The bike outside that picture was the same as the bike outside the bar. The little girl had long light brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Dang, Chuck murmured. It’s been that long. His eyes got watery, and he looked away from the picture, and looked towards me.
She’s like you, Chuck. Just like you.
CHUCK:
So, she wasn’t human. She had no aura. Brent was right about that.
But where was her damn symbol. How can I recognize a Seeker from a Sinner? True, many Sinners were female. But, Seekers—we are both. Then again, I’ve met two male Sinners in my life two. One was not a pretty sight…
I looked down at her neck. No sign.
Checked her neck agian, but just some random charms.
Looked at her arms, no cuffs.
Her wrists, no bracelets.
Her fingers- glimpsed an Ankh.
Girl didn’t make recognition easy.
She didn’t have a Seeker, either.
But, dang…. a confirmed Sinner, right there, in my brothers bar.
So, something more than coming home was pulling me in this direction, after all…
I hadn’t seen a Sinner since, well, since my Sinner decided to fall in love.
I pulled out my necklace- which was a silver Ouroboros; the symbol of eternity, as well as the unitary sign for Seekers.
Need a place to stay? I asked simply, gravely.
I think you might be needing a hand…
~ahem. Uhhh. Phoenix… kill me, now. K? Thanks…. :]]]
Chasing Collateral Beauty 