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October... Again!

Sat Dec 12, 2009, 11:53 PM
See, there's this thing i hate about things being all mushed together.
And so... in regards to the hit, October, I have come by a new DeviantART, where everything relating to October, crafted by my hands, will be placed.
And of course, none of you will look at it, but I plan on telling you the account name anyway. Despite how fleeting a chance it is, there is still a chance that you will come across my October.
~nolessthanepic is where i shall be posting all of October (in its entirety) over time. Nothing more on October (besides maybe journals) will be put on this account.

  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: "A Dark Congregation" The Hush Sound
  • Reading: Journal Entry
  • Watching: The Computer Screen
  • Playing: RuneScape
  • Eating: nothing.
  • Drinking: nothing.

October, Gifted, & Forever/Perfection

Journal Entry: Sun Nov 15, 2009, 11:59 AM
Though NaNo is almost over and i have nothing for it, i've reached a compromise. My Novelist side and my Poet side have agreed to let me collaborate with the ever-brilliant and entertaining :iconcari-of-sunagakure:

October:
October is almost how one would remember it: Megan, Danny, and Lucifer and their stories. There's a new important character, Eva, who is an interesting little person. She's a year younger than Danny and Megan and has the ability to see and talk to the "colored people." She enjoys the company of dead people, who she sees as colored, over living ones, except for Danny. Also another main character, Megan's dead cousin Abby Rabanas, or the Perfection Theif--also known as the Invisible Girl.

Gifted:
This is Cari's version of October from Eva's perspective. Eva is a loner who is often seen muttering to herself and regarded as psychotic. In reality, she's helping the "colored people" find their way to where they need to go. 98% of her friends are dead--the other 2% is Danny and her mother. She finds out a whole bunch of theories regarding "colorblindness"--or being able to see the "colored people" as only gray and without faces but only eyes, which is as the "colored people" see each other. Eva is one of the "Gifted," or those who can see the nature of the "colored people" as they should be seen.

Forever/Perfection:
Abby Rabanas was 15 years old when she died in a museum bombing. She wondered for the longest time: why me? After her death, she was brought forward 400 years. A strange 17-year-old named Bill was shackling her to a chain which was attached to an enormous grandfather clock. This clock ticked backwards and froze when someone in the world died. This strange clock was powered by the Perfection of those who make it stop. Her job is to clean the sins from this Perfection and feed the clean "soul" of the person into the clock just before they die. She is granted the ability to be unseen by all besides the Gifted and Colorblind and can stop time at will when removing the Perfection of the dying. For the longest time, she couldn't find an escape until she meets Danny and Eva. Unknowingly, she sets the twisted system after her beloved cousin, Megan, the Followed.

Treeline: by #resurgere
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: "Pen & Paper" Red Jumpsuit Aparatus
  • Reading: Journal Entry
  • Watching: The Computer Screen
  • Playing: With the new elastics for my braces.
  • Eating: nothing.
  • Drinking: Crystal Light Sweet Tea

Hope Was Useless....

Journal Entry: Mon Nov 9, 2009, 6:39 PM
Ahhh.... gotta love that quote from my Nano--Preview's "The Boy..."

Anyway... I have some important emotions to display along with some helpful (maybe) information. I am unable to complete NaNoWriMo at this point because of my schedule and laziness in the past week or so.

Second, I've figured out that October is impossible. If you want to, i give you all permission to use my idea and see if you can do anything with it (as long as i get partial credit). The way the storyline is (or maybe just my own stubbornness) makes it difficult for me to move forward from a prologue.

Third, after our football team gets killed in playoffs friday, there is no more marching band. That means that my schedule is going to be rather close to empty until Mr. G. starts really cracking down on concert band (that's gonna be oodles of fun...).

And finally (which will probably be your favorite), i have run out of things to say.

Until who knows when...

Treeline: by #resurgere
  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: "It's Not Over" Secondhand Serenade
  • Reading: Journal Entry
  • Watching: The Computer Screen
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing.
  • Drinking: The Gatorade on the other side of the room.

November is for NaNo!

Mon Oct 26, 2009, 5:03 PM
November approaches... quietly, furtively. It has hid itself well until now. With the countdown beginning, writer's everywhere scramble about gathering ideas and crumpled up papers, deleted computer files and milk cartons in the back of closets (gotta love Meg Cabot). They have less than five days remaining until that month that means certain death to the unworthy ones.

:iconcari-of-sunagakure: and i are as yet very confused about the coming month's events and all the insanity that it shall surely bring. The change in months hangs over our heads like an ominous cloud, but beyond it lies a huge plain of opportunity. We welcome anyone and everyone to join us in our endeavors this coming month--to defy all logic and complete a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. 30 days can be long or short, depending on how one might look upon it.

And so i shall leave you, my loyal readers--what few of you there are--with one question before i begin this great endeavor for the second time. Which story shall i write? October? Woken/Evanescent? Reverie (which was last year's)? Forever/Perfection (New!)? The Diary of Jane? Characterless? Cursed/A Prisoner's Endowment? The Prisoner? Or something else (i'm open to suggestions)? You know where to find them all: my gallery!

You have 4 days to reply, because i need the time to prepare on the last day.

Thank You!

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  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: The sounds of Dancing With The Stars
  • Reading: Journal Entry
  • Watching: The Computer Screen
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing.
  • Drinking: nothing.

AlgII/Trig: the spawn of boredom

Mon Oct 19, 2009, 4:21 PM
During today's Algebra II/Trig class--which was test day, of course--i whipped out my notebook and jotted down a few random little sentences out of boredom. After all, what else would one do after being the first to finish a very easy math test? Anyway... These are my little sentences (because they wouldn't all fit in my FaceBook status):

The frigid wind gnawed at her face with the ferocity of a ravenous pack of wild dogs.

His eyes like cobalt--cold and hard as steel, and more blue than ice--studied her from the distance peering from his hiding place among his friends, the night's many shadows.

His face, revealed by tentacles of flickering flames in the reflection of the oil puddle, was deranged and half-mangled, with distorted, blackened skin on one side, topped with an eye filled with hardening lava--gray in the center with swirling cracks of orange, red, and yellow--and on the other was flawless pale skin embroidered with a blue eye shifting from sapphire in color to almost white while remaining blue.

The translucent, gray hand lunged for him, and he recoiled, apprehensive and wary of this unknown but familiar figure that seemed quite inhuman in reality.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock" said the old, dust-covered, gold-embroidered grandfather clock standing alone in the far corner of the room. The turned to scowl at it and hurled the nearest heavy object within her reach at it, but, to her dismay, the plaque simply phased through it; "Stupid ghost clock," she murmured, gathering up the invincible line of chains that bound it to her by the ankle, and shuffled closer to her destination in her twisted afterlife: The anti-forever.

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I guess it could be better, but oh well.

  • Mood: Sickened
  • Listening to: The ticking of my grandfather clock
  • Reading: Journal Entry
  • Watching: The Computer Screen
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing.
  • Drinking: nothing.

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