Metal Wasteland

Frey's P.O.V.

"Sir?" I quietly walked into the Mayor's office.

"What?" An irritated voice spat.

"I--I came to discuss business.." I said as I closed the door.

"You really think this is the best time for that?!" He stood up, frustrated.

"Well, I wanted to know if the project should be put on hold or if Crusade and I should continue--"

"It's off! The whole thing. Don't bother doing it." He emphasized his words with his arms.

"But, Crusade really needed the.." I tried to think of the best thing to say.

"Tell Roxie she's off duty now. She should be helping Onyx cope." The Mayor rubbed his eyes, noting how Onyx and Kimi had been friends.

"But Roxie really needs the money from this project," I tried to defend her.

"I really don't have time to deal with your problems, Frey." He took this as some off the cuff way to get money for myself.

"No, Roxie and Onyx live in the--" I stopped myself.

        Living in the Wasteland wasn't really permitted.

"Where?" He asked.

"Wait, why do you care?" I raised my eyebrow, usually by now he'd be talking about what the city needed, not an occupant who he just pushed off.

"What's wrong with Roxie?" He made himself clear.

"Are they going to get in trouble?" I crossed my arms.

"No." He sighed, "You won't either."

"They live in the Wastelands. Okay? They have no where else since their parents died." I ran my hand through my hair.

"No.." Panic flickered across his eyes, "Are they at your house right now?" 

"Probably," I shrugged, not knowing why he was so curious.

"Take me to your house, Frey." He said firmly.

"Okay," I walked out of his office. "Why do they matter so much to you?"

"I've known the Crusades for a long time, let's leave it at that." He locked the door.

"There's something else." I walked down the hall.

"Roxie and Onyx, their mom was my sister. I never liked that Crusade boy but she insisted on marrying them. After they got married I never saw her again, I heard when they had children, but I never saw them." He fixed his jacket, speaking quietly.

Important People Wednesdays

That's probably the creepiest picture of Andrew Hussie I could find. But here's why Andrew Hussie is important to me:

Before I read Homestuck I had been in some form of an emotional rut. But as I read Homestuck, things made more sense and just made me less sad. And yes, Homestuck is sad and mean and weird, but it cleared a lot of things up for me. If Andrew Hussie had never made Homestuck, I don't know where I'd be now. So, if there is any chance out there that Andrew Hussie ever reads this, then I really have to say thank you, cause I could be in a really bad situation, but because of Homestuck, I'm not.

Metal Wasteland

Omega's P.O.V.

        Ember walked through the door, head down. 

"Hey," I looked up at him. "Where did you go?"

"I had some business to take care of," He pulled the magazine out of his pistol.

"What business did you have with a gun?" I stood up, setting down my book.

"I killed her- well, I took her out of the state she was in." He sighed, pulling the bullets out of the magazine. 

"Oh, Ember.." I walked over to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He nodded, holding back tears. "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," Now he was done with this crying thing, for the most part.

"I want you to put her soul in this," He handed me a bullet.

"This was the one you used to kill her?" I looked up at him, turning it over in my hands.

"Yeah," He nodded.

"Okay, I can do that then," I smiled at him, trying to make him smile.

"Thank you," He swallowed his grief and sighed.

"You do realize I'll need you for this spell, right?" I scraped the gun powder out of the bullet.

"I figured," He ran his hand through his hair.

"But it won't take a long time," I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a silver chain.

"Are you positive it'll work?" He asked, finding a sprig of Atropa belladonna.

"Yeah," I found a way to string the silver chain through the bullet.

"I hope.." He pulled a few of the leaves off the twig and rolled them up.

"Oh, put this in one of those," I poured the gun powder into his hand.

"Okay," He rolled the gunpowder into one of the leaves.

"Now put that in here," I held part of the bullet out to him.

"And how does this help?" He sighed, putting the leaf into it.

"Well, the bullet went through her, the gunpowder helped kill her, and the belladonna is something she picked up and brought it to me." I smushed the leaf down.

"Oh.. What else do you need?" He looked at me.

"Give me your finger," I held out one of my hands.

"Okay?" He held out his hand.

"One, two, three.." I counted under my breath, waiting till it reached 14.

"So what does this do?" He asked.

"Well, she was fourteen, and I need your blood from the fourteenth finger." I explained, reaching fourteen.

"You didn't count my thumb.." He stated.

"The thumb isn't a finger." I pricked his ring finger, waiting for the blood to pool out.

"Okay then.." He blinked, not feeling like fighting.

        His blood slowly dripped into the bullet. Blue smoke started to rise out of the thing.

"Woah.." He eyes widened.
"Yeah," I shrugged, used to it.
"Wh--What else?" He rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, that depends on you," I explained, pressing the bullet back together. "If you ever want to add something that reminds you of her you can." 
        It was obvious that various things were flashing across his eyes-- things that reminded him of her.
"Take a while to think about it," I clipped it around his neck and hugged him.

Random Facts Tuesday

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
OH
Okay
So
Random fact for today
I hate bugs and fish, just like, I have this immense fear of them
Yet I love drawing/googling fish
And I can handle bugs for like
30 seconds on my hand before flipping barrels
That's your random fact of the day
BOOM

Elf on the Shelf

Oh my god. Another idiotic Christmas 'tradition'? I thought as I overheard my sister tell my dad about 'Elf on the Shelf'. "Seriously?!" My dad laughed, looking up the plastic freak. Now I've never been oblivious to this. Elf on the Shelf is nothing new to me, but it's something I haven't looked into. My dad choked over his own laughter as he read aloud the FAQ's. Why do people believe in a plastic lie?

As I took time that could be used to be productive, I looked at the FAQ’s. The first thing I see is ‘What happens if my elf is accidentally touched?’. If that wasn’t idiotic enough, the ‘Experts’ recommend putting cinnamon next to your plastic creep. Apparently cinnamon is a ‘Vitamin’ for your elf. Okay, last time I checked the four main food groups for elves are Candy, Candy Corn, Candy Canes, and Syrup. Cinnamon is not on that list.

The next question I see is ‘What if my elf hasn’t moved?’. Now let’s phrase that question in the realistic sense, for what everything really is: ‘What if my plastic doll hasn’t moved?’. Simple answer: Inanimate objects do not move. If inanimate objects are moving in your house then someone’s screwing with you.

The three other questions are asking why your elf goes to the North Pole each night. When I first read that I had to stop. Now this is just getting simply stupid. Adults should not believe in this. It’s one thing when you’re four and believe in Santa. It’s a whole other thing when you’re twenty and you think your plastic junk magically comes to life and flies to the North Pole.

Now observations: If you can’t touch your elf, then how does it get out of the box? Or does it like staying in the box, and it’s going to fly to the North Pole every night in a box? No. It’s plastic and not real. We’re already lying to kids, telling them that an old man comes down the chimney every December. So why add this?

Patriot's Pen

((This isn't the essay that I want graded, we were just told to put this on our blogs))

What would I tell America’s Founding Fathers? This question presents a lot of opportunities, many chances to change the past. Which in some cases it’s a good thing, in others it may not be something you want. Yet there are only a few things you could be able to tell them that they’d believe. Yet again this is theoretical, but if I could, this is what I’d tell them.

First off, equal rights should fit to everybody. No matter if they’re male or female, black or white. Equal rights means everybody, not just the people you want it to effect. And something that’s similar here, just because someone is different than you doesn’t mean you can make them your slave, it’s not right to own other people.
You would probably appreciate a heads up about future murders and wars, such as Abraham Lincoln, World War I & II, Kennedy, and the like. Maybe there’s a way to prevent these things from happening by just stopping the chain of events that made it occur. Such as stopping Lincoln from going to the theater or Hitler from becoming a dictator.
And the last thing I’d tell you is that your ways now, they’ll change. Things will become so different in the future that it isn’t really necessary to drill all of these things into people. Time changes how people act and treat each other, so if anything, make the best of the times you have right now. Don’t fight others, just let life happen as it happens.
That’s all I can really tell you, everything has to happen and everything that has happened happened for a reason. It’s difficult to say what went wrong and what went right since we live in one of the more stable countries now. If anything, there were a few things I would’ve changed just so history wouldn’t be as complex. But the complexity of our past has shaped us into the country we are now.

MSDoom

God. Why can't that be a Microsoft program?
I'd use MSDoom all the time.
Seriously.
Anyway
I felt like doing this
So I can procrastinate some more
But now I really should write that rage essay
And talk to a teacher
BUT I'M NOT
YETTTTTTTT

TV/Movie Mondays

Show: King of the Hill

I was raised on King of the Hill, just like I was raised on good music. My favorite episode is  'As Old As The Hills/The Fall And Decline Of Peggy Hill' the reason that there's two is because it's a two-part episode. And if I had to pick one out of those two it would have to be 'As Old As The Hills'. I'm not really sure why, but it just is. It's one of the funnier ones to me. And yes, its on Adult Swim. Mostly just for the swears and the fact that Hank, Dale, Bill, and Boomhauer stand around all day and drink beer. It's just what they do. Don't judge.

Halloween

I love this picture.

^^That's my family up there^^

Virus

((I edited it and I'm super proud of it, tell me what you think?))

Ashi ran down the path our father had made in the forest. Her frizzy red hair sprung out from her head, standing out in the emerald greenery of the forest.
“Slow down, Ashi!” I called out, running after her.
“Catch up!” She giggled, running faster.
“Slow down!” This wasn’t fun anymore.
“You have to catch me!” She sprinted.
“Stop. Now.” I quit running, now I was mad.
“Phoebe?” Ashi stopped about twenty feet in front of me.
Ashi was supposed to listen to me. That’s what daddy had told me. But she wasn’t listening.
“I told you to stop.” I blinked, furious.
As I said that her mouth opened wide with pain. Silently screaming, her hands went to her neck, gasping for air. Her knees buckled, dropping to the forest floor. A horrible noise emitted from her throat. No air was reaching her lungs, this was the noise of them deflating. Quickly her chest started heaving unnaturally.
“A-Ashi?” I stepped closer to her.
She fell to the ground, writhing. Slowly she stopped writhing, her blank skin seeming like snow against the moss covered floor. Her turquoise eyes rolled back into her skull, leaving me alone in this forest.


What? Where... Where am I? A metal box? Why?

Questions flooded my mind, I was surrounded by three walls of metal and one wall of glass. A boy with black hair and bright green eyes was on the other side of the glass.

“Hi,” He said. “Where are we?”
“I don’t know,” I shook my head.
“I’m Josh.” If there wouldn’t had been glass he would’ve held out his hand.
“I’m Phoebe.” But that wasn’t an option.
“Why does it say I have a power?” He pointed at a silver dog tag around his neck.
“I don’t know, it says I have one too.” I looked at mine, noting the info about myself.
This was weird and it made no sense. At least, I didn’t think it made sense.
“Well Phoebe, I’ll get us out of here. I promise,” He smiled.
“Okay,” I smiled
“What’d you think they’re gonna do to us?” He asked me.
“I don’t know, maybe test on us? I mean, we have powers, so they’re gonna try something, right?” I guessed.
“Probably,” He shrugged.
“Well, if you’re gonna be here then I don’t care if they test on me,” I smiled
I could hear someone outside of this box.
“This one’s name is Phoebe, 7 years old, number 203,” A high voice said. “On the other side is Josh, 8 years old, number 204.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Probably someone who’s gonna test on us,” He shrugged
“That’s a good point,” I said
“We’ll have to wait and see,” He blinked, thinking of what was going to happen.
Neither of us knew what to do, we had just met each other.
“What do you like?” He asked me
“Well, I think I like the woods,” Pictures of my little sister flashed across my mind.
“You like the woods too?” He smiled.
“I think I do, I don’t really remember much,” I smiled, shrugging. “What do you like?”
“Well, nature and the city,” He got this far away look in his eyes.
“I’ve never been to the city,” I thought about what it would be like.
“You’ve never been to the city?” He looked at me, eyes wide.
“No,” I shook my head.
“It’s amazing! Bright lights everywhere! So many people walking around, carriages, taxicabs, fountains..” He grinned, remembering what the city was like.
“It sounds magical,” I smiled, not fully understanding his fascination with the city.
“It is!” He exclaimed
“I’ll have to...” I stopped myself.
How could I think that I might be able to get out of this? There probably is no chance that I’ll ever see the green outdoors again. Or fresh air. I was stuck here. This thought made me cry, slowly tears ran down my face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried
“What if we never get out of here?” I pulled my knees up to my face, hugging them tightly.
“We’re going to get out of here, I promised you.” He put his hand on the glass, trying to seem comforting.
“But what if they stop you?” I looked up at him, scared.
“I won’t let them” He shook his hand, keeping his hand on the glass
“Okay...” I put my hand so it was mirroring his, just on the opposite side of glass
Josh was sweet, he seemed confident in what he could do, and I believed him. He could do it, and I knew it.

10 Years Later

“I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises, ‘cause all I see is a shattered conscience staring right back at me” – Adam Young (Owl City)

I looked at him. One sheet of glass kept us apart. Luck up in these metal containers, holding us hostage for forever. See, none of us were normal. We all had different powers. His power was stopping blood circulation and just stopping your heart. Mine was mental torture, no matter what I could kill someone. His green eyes looked at me, sad, heavy. Our hands on the same spot of the glass, just different sides.
Our whole lives had been in these boxes, at least, what we could remember. The other person was the only one we’d ever seen.
“How’re you doing?” He asked me.
“Cold,” I whispered, pulling my blanket up around me.
“I’m so sorry,” He said.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, Josh,” I shook my head.
“I haven’t done anything, Phoebe,” He pointed out.
“But you’ve stayed here with me, that’s all I need,” I told him.
“I swear, I’m going to get us out of here,” His fingers curled off the glass
I pulled myself into a ball, trying to retain heat. He seemed depressed, like he couldn’t do it. But I knew he could. His eyes closed, he was tired. Our days were mentally tough.

“Even though I’ll never know what’s up ahead, I’m never letting go.” – Adam Young (Owl City)

Josh fell asleep. My mind was racing, questions kept presenting themselves. Did I really have these powers? I’ve never used them, so how do I know that I have them? Why have I only really ever seen Josh? Not that I have a problem with him, he’s my best friend. I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Not even freedom.
But why? Why am I limited to seeing two or three people? Even if they’re gonna torture me, why can’t I see them? Not like thinking about it will do anything. I sighed and rolled over, I was tired but restless. All I wanted to do was hit someone or something. Have somthing make sense. But no chance of that.
These metal boxes were about three feet tall and five feet wide. Freezing all the time. A rock hard mattress fitted perfectly in the box. A thick blanket that matched a thing pillow were the only other things we had. My heart hurt, maybe it was just the heaviness of this box. Maybe it was Josh feeling so depressed. Whatever it was, it hurt.
Images of my little sister flashed across my mind. Somehow I remembered her, bright red hair, blank skin, turquoise eyes.

“Now those lonely lullabies just dampen my tired eyes, because I can’t forget you” – Adam Young (Owl City)

She was my one memory from growing up. I remembered watching her die, slowly falling to the ground, being tortured by some invisible force. I missed her. Somehow, with that little girl in my mind I fell asleep.

“There’s just too much that time cannot erase” – Evanescence

I woke up to what seemed like it should be hours later. My eyes opened slowly to a grinning Josh.
“What are you so happy about?” I laughed tiredly, rubbing my eyes.
“Reach over,” He smiled.
“What?” I reached my hand out toward the glass.
My hand enclosed around a pen and a blank notebook.
“Josh!” I said, surprised. “How?!”
“It’s a secret,” He smirked.
“This is amazing!” I hugged it.
“I’m glad you like it,” He laughed, smiling.
I smiled, happy. This was insane, how did he get it? There wasn’t a way out of these boxes without someone opening it from the outside. At least, I think that’s the only way out... Well, however he got it was just amazing. I flipped it over and drew him, personally I thought it looked terrible, but I wanted to show him.
“Look,” I smiled and showed him the drawing.
“Well I look handsome,” He laughed.
“You are handsome!” I laughed, knowing it was true.
“Well, thank you,” He smiled.
We sat there for a while, silence, smiling. But the air was heavy, like something was above us.
“Tell me, do you ever wish we’d fall in love?” He asked me.
Even though we had known each other for years, the thought that he would like me had never occurred in my mind.
“All the time,” I said.
He nodded, thinking it all through.
Not like we’d ever be able to fall in love. Glass separated us. A small humming noise started up.

“Frozen inside, without your touch, without your love, darling. Only you are the life among the dead” – Evanescence

Oh great... I thought, it was time for these people to come and test on us or whatever you want to call it.

The glass turned black, Josh and I got quiet. Slowly the metal door facing the glass went down, I hid the notebook and pen under the blanket. Begging for them not to notice.
“Come on,” A man in a white lab coat told me.
“Okay...” Slowly I dropped to the floor.
“I promise this won’t take long,” He sighed, putting the wall back up.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore.” I shrugged, still finding this unpleasant.
“I know,” He sighed, taking my arm. “We’re still going to make you sleep through it though, okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed as the familiar pinch of a needle hit my nerves.
The next thing I realized is that I was back in the metal box. Josh looked at me, as if something was wrong.
“What?” I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the light.
“Just imagining if we got out of this place.” He shrugged and flopped back.
“That’s all we can really imagine,” I shrugged, using the blanket to make a softer cushion for the mattress.
“I know..” He buried his face in his pillow.
For a while we sat in silence. Thinking. Mulling over our options. Not like we had many though.
“Why?” I just asked.
“Why what?” He looked at me.
“Why do we have to be separated by glass?” I looked at the ceiling.
“I don’t know, Phoebe.” He shook his head.
“I hate it!” I kicked the glass, something we had tried so many times.
“Phoebe, we both know that won’t do anything,” He tried to calm me.
“I don’t care!” I cried, pounding on the glass.
“Phoebe, stop.” He sat up and looked at me.
But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after so many years of this one room torture. I yanked off the dog tag that had my information on it, I stabbed the glass with it.
Surprisingly, it cracked. Only a little bit, but it cracked.
“Oh my god..” Josh said, pulling off his tag.
“We can break it,” I kept stabbing the glass with mine.
“I think so,” He did the same thing, cracking the glass even more.
Finally there were so many cracks that I just punched it. Glass shattered, it fell in between our mattresses. We looked at each other, shocked. I mauled him, hugging him as tight as I could. It was nice, he was warm. We were both tired and we ended up falling asleep in this embrace.

“I sang my princess fast asleep, ‘cause she was my dream come true. Anne-Marie, believe me, I’ll never forget you. I’ll dissolve when the rain pours in, when the nightmares take me. I will scream with the howling wind, ‘cause it’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream” – Adam Young (Owl City)

After a long night we woke up. Back in our beds, alone. The glass, replaced.
“No...” We both said.
It had happened. We had broken it. We knew that.
“NO!” Josh yelled, pounding on the glass.
I found my dog tag, which was Josh’s. Josh had mine.
“Enough.” I shook my head and looked at the metal wall, any minute now it would go down and I’d get a chance to leave.
“They can’t do this,” Josh cried.
“We’re getting out, today.” I told him. “When these walls go down act normal. But then run. Don’t stop. Just run.”
“Okay,” He agreed.

“Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are
plunged into the depths of despair, likened to hell, they will hold on to
anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it’s
merely a spider’s thread, no matter what sort of humans they are.” - Ciel Phantomhive

Just perfectly the glass turned black and the walls started this almost daily routine. Any second now I could start running. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0.
The wall cascaded down.
“Are you ready?” The same man in the same lab coat asked.
“The question is, are you ready?” I asked, jumping to the floor.
“For what?” He blinked, unsure of what I was talking about.
“This.” I kicked him and ran.

“We as humans have the power to do such, but whether we grab on to the thread or not is our choice to make.” – Ciel Phantomhive

No regrets now. No turning back. I ran as fast as I could. There had to be a way out of here. I bolted out of the hallway where the box I had been in was. More white hallways presented themselves but I had to choose one quickly. My instincts had me open a white door, where I saw Josh standing.
“You ready?” I asked, panting, adrenaline rushing.
“Yes.” He ran down the hall to me and took my hand.
From this moment on we were attached. We couldn’t let go, from now on we had to stick together. If we got separated then things would go to hell. We sprinted down one of the hallways, trying to find the way out. As we got farther and farther away from where we started things were changing.

“It’s darkest just before the dawn” – Adam Young (Owl City)

Quickly we realized that there were ‘EXIT’ signs in some places. This helped as we sprinted through the halls. Even if this felt like a maze, and each sign lead to another dead end, we wouldn’t lose hope. Each turn gave us more opportunities to get lost, but new opportunities to get out.
“This way!” Josh saw a door with an exit sign right above it.
“Oh my god,” I panted, running.
Within an instant we hit the door, pushing it open. Frozen air hit us as we looked at the dark blue sky. Finally reaching freedom.

“Death is just life’s next big adventure” – J.K. Rowling

Anime Person Friday

Name: Mio Akiyama

My favorite character from K-ON!

She's pretty.

And I apparently stopped being lazy.

So yeah.

Gah

I don't really want to do the thing for today
So I posted this
Cause I can
And here's a preview for something coming up in November

'        Nine years. That's how long I've been in this straight jacket. Overall I've been here for ten years, but it was only nine years ago that they put me in this straight jacket. And I wish I could say that my first year here went well. But my first year here is the reason I'm wrapped up. This was almost over-- almost. Today is supposedly my last day here.
        I didn't do anything wrong. He, did something wrong. He, is the reason I'm here in the first place. Yet ten years later I knew He was still out there, still going to get me. I can picture the first few months here perfectly. When I thought he couldn't get me. Not in there. Not when I was released. But I realized that he could get me anywhere.
        Four months had passed and I was okay, there weren't many problems. Just a few panic attacks and such, seeing your parents get murdered isn't something a six year old wants to see. And at first I just missed them, which caused excessive crying. I can still picture what happened, how my parents had told me to hide. How he had found me.'

MSForgot

So I apparently haven't updated Pushing Daisies since September 25th.....
That's gonna be updated soon...
I promise....

Metal Wasteland

Ember's P.O.V.

       The whole city had gone into grieving. Even a week after she died everyone was still upset. The uncharted area had been blocked off, but that wasn't going to stop me. Somehow I had gotten out of bed, somehow I had stopped crying. Roxie had really helped, I know she's gone through this before with her parents. 

        Onyx had been really sweet, and she had talked with me for hours about Kimi. I knew she'd miss her as much as I did. Frey had just sat there with me, not talking, just thinking. In ways it helped. Omega had told me that we'd all miss her, but that I shouldn't dwell on her. On the thought of her. Somehow I knew this, I just wasn't ready to accept it. 

        But I had formed a plan. Something that hopefully will give me some form of closure. Quickly I walked along the streets. Quietly moving so I wouldn't draw any attention. When I got to the outer edges of the streets I started running, I had made a plan to go back into the uncharted area. I had to get my revenge.
        Part of me wasn't sure about this, Kimi's corpse was there.. 
And I don't know if I'm ready to see that again.
But I need to take revenge on this zombie.
I sprinted into the uncharted area, hopping over the fence that had been quickly put up. 
"Where did you go.." I laughed sickly, feelings coming over me.
        Almost instantly I realized something was different about this place. But I wasn't going to chicken out.
"There you are." I held back emotions, standing a few feet away from the zombie.
        At first I didn't think I could do this. 
"Was it funny? Did you enjoy killing her?" Quietly I asked him these questions, doubting that he could understand me.
"De--"He started.
"I know you're dead. And you killed Kimi. She came back for you. Now I'm ending this." I held up the gun I had secretly brought with me and shot him.
        For a moment I thought it had done nothing, but after a few long seconds passed he fell to the ground. A sickening thud shattered the silence. 
"There.." I sighed and wiped my eyes.
"E--Ember?" A soft voice asked.
"Kimi?" I flipped around.
        There, right in front of me, a pale Kimi. Her foot was twisted backwards, a hole where her heart should be. 
"Kimi.." In my mind it registered as normal Kimi, not dead Kimi.
        She reached out and took my hand, she pulled me toward her. 
"Wait!" Finally it clicked she was dead.
        Maybe it was some of her rotting skin falling to the ground.
"What?" Her voice was almost non-existent.
"This needs to end," I swallowed my pain and held up the gun.
        The final bang sent a quake through her eyes, even if she was dead, they were still something you could lose yourself in.  

Kawaii Thursdays

In the spirit of Halloween

I ate the ones that are flipping out.

Cause all candy corn was made in 1917

And it tastes like wax

(Even if I love it)

AND IT LOOKS LIKE KARKAT'S HORNS.

And that was Kawaii Thursdays.

NEW THINGYYYYYYYY

As of today, October 25th 2012 there's gonna be a thing going on here
Just so I end up posting something everyday
I will be starting a new thing
With things I like
So you guys learn more about me
I guess
So here's some sort of schedule thing

Monday: T.V. Shows/Movies Mondays
Tuesday: Random Facts Tuesdays
Wednesday: Important People Wednesdays
Thursday: Kawaii Thursdays
Friday: Anime Character Fridays

Those might change..
BUT THERE WILL BE KAWAII ON HERE TODAY

MSStupidity.

It's stupid that after my sister and I get into a fight she can sit in front of her computer, watch a video like a five year old watching magic tricks and feel better.
I live with an idiot.

MSProjector

It's obvious that Metal Wasteland won't be finished by the end of October
Especially with Black Butler 11 coming out on the 30th
But I got a whole lot more stories coming up
And Metal Wasteland will be finished way before the end of November
Hopefully I'll finish Long Live by then too...
Truthfully I plan on skipping through some of it
You know
Time skip
I'm not the first person to do this
So no judging
Please?

MSRamen

I do plan on making lyric analysis things for most of the songs I put over there >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Just cause I love doing those

Metal Wasteland

Roxie's P.O.V.

"Hey Rocky," I said as I walked into the lab.

"Frey's upstairs trying to calm Ember down." Omega told me, looking on a shelf.

"Oh, hey Omega. Um, Onyx is in the living room, what's wrong with Ember?" I asked.

"Kimi died." Omega sighed, obviously taking this hard too.

"Oh my god," Besides the fact that she's the mayor's daughter, she's a friend too. "What happened?"

"Ember and Kimi were exploring this uncharted land, and apparently there was a zombie that took her heart right out of her chest. Ember watched her die." Omega picked a few jars off the shelf, staying calm.

"But why is Ember taking it so hard?" I asked, knowing that most people would be sad in general. But it just didn't seem like something he'd care about.

"Kimi and Ember were 'dating' or something" She shrugged, opening one of the jars she picked out.

"That's babysitting." I shook my head.

"That's what I said too but he really loved her. If you wouldn't mind trying to calm him down, I know Frey would really appreciate it." She looked at me, hoping that I would try.

"I guess I could give it a go-- not for Rocky though. I'll only try to help because I've known Ember for a long time." I made myself clear.

"Okay, as long as there's a chance Ember will stop crying I'm all for it." She held her hands up, not wanting to see her brother cry anymore.

"Be back then," I sighed and walked out of the lab. "Omega's in there if you want" I told Onyx before heading up to Ember's room.

        Something like this doesn't happen very often. I've been to that uncharted area and all you have to do is ignore the zombie. But Kimi doesn't think like that. I used to babysit her when my parents had died. She was really sweet and trusting. And since she was the mayor's daughter, the city would go into grieving. Most of the younger kids looked up to her, even some adults.

        It has to be harsh, even if it was weird, it has to be harsh for Ember to lose her. 

"Hey," I opened the door to his room.

"Roxie?" Frey asked, surprised I was there.

"Um, Omega filled me in on what happened.." I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly.

"You want to try talking to him?" Frey stood up and pointed at his brother who was covered in blankets.

"Yeah," I walked over to him. 

"Thank god, I'll be right back." Frey told me and left.

"Hey Ember," I pulled his blanket down.

"What?" He said into his pillow, his voice heavy and wet.

"I'm really sorry about what happened," I pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"You don't get it," He shook his head.

"No, I really can't imagine what you're going through. It had to be sickening to watch her die." I rubbed his arm, trying to calm him down.

"I miss her," He hugged me tightly, crying into me. 

"It's hard to lose someone you love, isn't it?" Now he knew I was speaking from experience.

"It really is," He cried.

"You really loved her, didn't you?" I hugged him tightly.

"Yeah" He wiped his eyes, trying to not cry anymore.

"What happened?" I asked, knowing him, he'd want to talk about it.

"I told her not to go back, but she did. And I went with her, and she talked to that. That thing again. And he somehow ripped her chest open, and.. And.." He started crying, unable to finish his sentence. 

"He took her heart out, right?" I sighed, feeling bad for him.

"Yeah" He hugged me again, trying to hide that he was crying.

"You don't have to hide the fact that you miss her," I hugged him tightly.

"I just want her back," He sobbed, giving up on trying to stay calm.

"There's going to be someone else, she wouldn't have wanted you to hold on." I let him cry.

"I know," He sighed heavily.

"I swear it gets better," I hugged him. 

Rawrr

Hey
Sorry I didn't update anything today
I've been working really hard on a piece
So here's a preview:



'        Walter James Simpson is a horrible person. Walter James Simpson took my sanity. Walter James Simpson destroyed my life.
I knew Walter James Simpson for seven years. During that time he went from a person that I liked to a person I despised. This story isn't easy, but I'll try my best to tell it how it happened.
How it exactly happened.
        Now let's go back seven years, back to 4th grade. Back to the land of puppy love, 'drama', and going to a new school. This is my first year at Herring Elementary School. If you're going to understand the whole story, I should probably tell you my name. Well, that's unimportant actually. So is the fact that this was my first day at a public school, and my first time on a school bus.
        This school seemed amazing. Little did I know that it would ruin me. But as I walked into this school I didn't expect to make friends, I didn't expect to like my teacher. I expected to go in there happy and leave crying. And I had been right, I went in happy and as the day progressed it became worse. But by the time it was lunch, I had made a few friends.
Friends that I thought would stick around.
Friends who wouldn't go behind your back.
Friends who wouldn't ruin your life.
        Yet I'm not lucky like that. And good things don't happen. Especially to me. I had been shy and quiet, and this obviously made me friends who were going to walk all over me and take me for granted. But I didn't really care. All I wanted was some friends. No matter how temporary and toxic they were. For now I'll skip them, right now the only important person to remember. The only important name to remember is Walter James Simpson.'

Lyric Analysis #2

Song: 'It's Not Me'
Artist: Shiloh

                      Recently my 'best friend' and I got in a fight which ended our friendship. She said that I had 'Changed' (Choke on the words that you want me to say. Smile as the honesty fades away. Say the right words, be the good girl. Play along, is that what you want? Honestly it's not me, it's not me, it's not me. Can't you see what you want me to be, what you want me to be. It's just not me). I've told her time and time again that I'm not changing myself for anyone. No matter if they're someone I like, my friends, or my family. Now if it was a case where I was hurting myself then I'd try to change.
                       But that's not the case. I'm finding new things that I like, and that's too hard for her. So she wanted me to become the person she met in 4th grade, four years ago (Honestly it's not me, it's not me, it's not me. Can't you see what you want me to be, what you want me to be. It's just not me). And she doesn't like how I 'Act' which she has no example for (You say that I should watch my mouth, that everything is not a joke. I'm not the kind to hold my tongue I'd rather speak my mind than...). 
                       It gets to me that she wants me to be someone I'm not. And it isn't fair that I have to be there for her 24/7 even if she isn't there for me at all. It's really showed that she isn't ready for change. Even if it's our present. The worst part of all of this is that I could tell we weren't going to be friends for much longer. It was long and slow but I've finally reached the point of no return. Now I just have to be me.

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So I made an author email
And added it as an author
So if it says someone else posted something
It's just me on my author email account

Metal Wasteland

 Roxie's P.O.V.

"Come on, Roxie!" Frey shouted, getting angry.

"I'm working as fast as I can!" I shouted back.

"Work faster genius!" He said blankly.

"Shut up!" I dropped everything in my hands. "Just shut up!" 

"You better--" He started.

"No! Be quite for one minute. Seriously Rocky, I don't need you riding me about this! I'm working as fast as I can while you're standing there criticizing me!"

"You left! You have to make up for the work you missed!" He shouted.

"I left to go find another job, smart one. This one doesn't pay enough! I need more money than this shotty job pays!" I slammed my hand on the metal table, sending a hollow echo around.

"You.." He asked, almost confused.

"I don't have rich and successful parents like you. I don't even live in a house! Onyx and I live in a fort we made out of scraps in the Wastelands. Everyday I have to watch Onyx pretend to be happy in the Wastelands. That's not something you can just watch without it piling up." I said, my voice cracking as it got more personal

"If you needed help you could've just asked," He said, pulling me into a hug.

"I can't ask for help." I pushed him away, not a fan of his awkward hugs.

"But I need you to be okay, and now it's obvious you aren't okay--" He started.

"I was never okay!" I pushed him, starting to cry.

"How was I supposed to know?!" He snapped.

"The fact that I wasn't talking maybe?" I threw at him.

"I didn't know!" He defended himself.

"Great for you." I pulled my coat on. "I need to go."

"Just wait Roxie." He tried to stop me.

"No. Goodbye." I slammed the door and left.

Lyric Analysis

Imagine when your lungs are filling up with liquid

Intoxicated poision flowin' through your veins

It seems like nothing's changed

My purple neck is stating all that I'm against but...

I guess that's how we end up

When we're under.. Water

Mayday! Mayday! This ships going down

And as your captain, I'm ready to drown

I'm gonna drown so deep in you

I'm gonna drown so deep in you

This necklace that you've got wrapped around my neck.. 

Will choke me slowly to my death..

And I'm into that

These weights are tied up to my legs

Sinking lifeless has never felt so peaceful

These waves are crashing al the same

Water washing through this sea of people

This necklace you've got wrapped around my neck..

Will choke me slowly to my death..

And I'm into that

The purple on your neck

Stating all that I'm against

This ship is going down...

This ship is going down...

Mayday! Mayday! This ships going down

And as your captain, I'm ready to drown

It's been a good run

But we're ------ in this town

Now I'll close my eyes tight

Till we sink to the ground

This necklace you've got wrapped around my neck...

Will choke me slowly to my death..

And I'm into that

Tentacles by Ghost Town

I didn't realize there was a swear in this song until now! But I blocked it out, truthfully, use your imagination to find out what swear it is. Well, anyway, this is one of my favorite songs. I relate to most of the lyrics, having that feeling that my sanity is just leaving and I'm sinking. Or having that feeling of being dragged down. When all you can do is hope for the best-- even if you know the best is A) Still pretty bad, or, B) Not even possible to happen. So truthfully, this is one of my theme songs (Along with Silhouette, dead pr0blems, and Lonely Lullaby). 

Oddly enough I have a lot of dreams just like this.

COINCIDENCE?!

I think not.

Cause/Effect

((A/N: This piece is about Cause/Effect in the story Scott Pilgrim. I wrote this to demonstrate my understanding of Cause/Effect))

         In Scott Pilgrim (By: Brian Lee O'Malley) it follows Scott Pilgrim ~Age: 23, Occupation: Unknown/Rock Band, Status: Awesome~ and his perfect life. His girlfriend, rock band and such is making him perfectly happy. But when everything seems just perfect, a girl skates through his dreams. So mysterious, pink hair and roller blades are on his mind now. When he finds out she's real, he has to find her. He finally finds her and fights her seven ex's just for her heart. 

         Now if Scott had never had dreams about Ramona, or if he had never met her then he would've stayed with Knives Chau (His girlfriend) and in the end he would've probably married her. Scott wouldn't have faced his ex-girlfriend (Who's in a rival band) if he hadn't met Ramona either. And, Scott wouldn't have gotten kicked out of his band. Scott let his whole life flip upside down because of her. His little precious life would've stayed perfect. But yet again, his life is even better with Ramona in it.

Metal Wasteland

Kimiko's P.O.V.

"Um, let's go Kimi.." Ember took my hand and tried to pull me away.

"No." The zombie took hold of my other hand.

"E--Ember.." I slowly backed up.

"It's... It's okay, let's just go.." He ran, pulling me with him.

"No!" The zombie ran after us, for a dead guy he was pretty fast.

"Why do you want my girlfriend?!" Ember shouted back at him.

                God Ember. Zombies don't understand human relationships. I mentally facepalmed, and ran.

"Don't chat with the zombie! Run!" I yelled and ran.

"I'm not!" He protested, trying to keep up.

"Bye!!" I waved at the zombie and crossed back over to Lights. 

                For a few minutes we stood there, the only thing we could hear was each other breathing. Adrenaline was pumping, there was new territory here. 

"That was insane," Ember laughed, coping with what just happened. 

"Girlfriend?" I asked seriously, I knew we had always had a thing, but now we were completely serious about it.

"Yeah," He blushed awkwardly.

"Aww," I giggled and hugged him. 

                 This made him blush even more. 

"Aww!!" I taunted, hoping he'd do something.

"Go tell the Mayor about your findings, Kimi." He tried to hide his blushing.

"Oh but this is more fun my dear boyfriend." I smirked.

"But I gotta go do something," He said.

"What?" I asked.

"I was going to go see Sasha, but I wanted to see you first." He explained.

"Oh Sasha! Tell him I say hi." I dropped his hand and smiled.

"See you later then?" He confirmed.

"Yeah," I smiled up at him.

"Stay safe, and don't go back to see that area." He pointed toward the unexplored territory.

"Okay," I agreed, not wanting to agree.

"Stay safe," He kissed my forehead. "See you."

                    He smiled and walked away. Now I had to go report to my Dad about the territory.

^^^City^^^

Ember's P.O.V.

"Look who I found." I chorused as I walked into my house with Roxie.

"What is it now?" Frey came out, rolling his eyes.

"I believe you've been looking for this little gem." I pointed at Roxie.

                      He dropped the papers he was holding.

"Where the hell were you?!" He shrieked.

"Searching." She snapped.

"For what?!" He held his arms out.

"My sanity." She stated.

"Roxie?" Onyx came down the stairs, Omega holding her hand.

"Oh my god, Onyx.." She ran over to her little sister and hugged her/

"Be nice." I hissed at Frey, not wanting him to scare her off again.

"She left!" He threw his arms up.

"You did too." I pulled his arms down.

"Don't you dare drive Roxie away again," Omega came up and was gaining on him. "Onyx can't take that sort of stress. If you drive her away again I swear I will murder you, long, slow, painful murder. Then you will be used in my experiments. Got it?" She was barely an inch away from his face.

                       He nodded, quickly, obviously scared.

"Good." She pushed him, gently, but enough to knock him down. 

"You're only saying that because you like Onyx.." He mumbled as he stood up.

"Shut it!" She blushed lightly. "We all know that. But that's not the only reason."

"We all know what?" Onyx asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing." Omega reassured Onyx.

"Okay.." Onyx resumed her conversation with Roxie.

                        Oh my... Onyx could be so naive..

"Okay Rocky." Roxie came over to Frey. 

"What?" He crossed his arms.

"Let's get this done." She sighed, trying to bridge the gap.

"Finally! You vanished and left me alone. No work got done. God you're such an idiot--" He started.

"No, Rocky. You can't do that. I'm new to this whole inventor job. And you're not good at it either." She stood up for herself.

"I-- But--" He tried to think of another thing to throw at her.

"Shut up, Rocky. You left too." She said as calmly as she could.

"Fine." He stormed to their lab, trying to not get in a fight.

"Please don't let him make you angry," Onyx said to the floor. "Don't leave again.."

"I won't," Roxie promised, pulling her little sister into a hug.

"Thank you," Onyx hugged her older sister.

Personal Narrative

               On July 4th I was in a Kenosha’s parade, I was a part of the Downtown Kenosha bit in the parade. Along with the many stores and organizations that have their business in Downtown Kenosha there’s an anime store. This was the store I was ‘Representing’ I guess you could say. They needed people to cosplay for their shop and obviously I signed up right away. Anyway, I cosplayed as Aradia Megido from Homestuck. For a first cosplay, it was still terrible. None of the costume was right, but after a while I stopped caring and I just wanted to have fun at this. When I arrived at the  street we were supposed to meet up on I was greeted by a Doctor Who, Joker, Furry, Fem Germany, Rin, and a few other characters.
            Instantly I recognized the Doctor Who, Joker, Rin, and Fem Germany. They all had great cosplays, obviously they had cosplayed before. But I had stopped caring that my costume was bad. We took a few really lame—but hilarious pictures and went to the Downtown section. These people were so interesting and I wanted to get to know them better. When I first met a few I thought they were in Middle School or in Elementary School.
Nope.
            Surprisingly I was the youngest person there, everyone else was either in their Sophomore year of High School or older. No one asked how old I was though, so I just acted like a High Schooler. Quickly I became friends with this really nice girl. The whole day I was referred to as ‘Miss Internet’ or ‘Homestuck’. But I didn’t complain. This was the most fun I was going to have the whole summer. And truthfully, it was great. After about four hours of standing around the Downtown section of the parade was moving. We all got on this platform that had been attached to a yellow Hummer.
            We were given bags that had little Pokémon figures in them. As we walked we had to hand out the things to kids and teens, at first we all thought it was great.  Until the group of fifty kids came up demanding for the plastic characters. Halfway through the parade my costume broke, which was the worst thing imaginable. But I kept going, I wouldn’t let it stop me. This had been so fun and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. Even though part of my costume broke I was glad for it, walking was easier without it. Which sounds weird, I know, but the character I was being has horns and the ones we made were insanely heavy.
            So walking had been difficult with them, but after they broke I was able to run when I fell behind. One guy knew who I was cosplaying, which was awesome. Everyone else just kept saying: ‘You should get more sun’ because this character also has grey skin. Most of the people gave me props for painting my skin on such a hot day.
            The parade was over, I really didn’t want it to be though. It was so much fun, I had met new people and cosplayed. It was the best day for me. Now I know I’ll see some of them at ACEN, a convention in Chicago. Through and through it was a great day. I’ve never had so much fun with strangers.
Wow that sounded different.
But it’s true, I didn’t know any of them but by the end of the day I felt like I had known them for years.
Anyway, I was sad that the day was over, but excited because there’s always next year. And I knew instantly that I’d be in it again.

Metal Wasteland

Name: Kimiko Trae

Age: 14

"But Daddddd," I whined.

"No. Stop whining. You're the mayor's daughter, you need to be a role model." He snapped.

"To who?! All the freedom I get is going to my room." I used my arms to emphasize my words.

"There are many young children who look up to you. Make them proud." He grabbed my arm, somehow thinking that this will calm me down.

"No kid looks up to me. I should be able to live." I ripped my arm out of his grip.

"You don't get that chance." He said firmly.

"I'm going. I'll be back whenever." I walked out and slammed the door

                  Why was I doing this? This did nothing for either of us, he had his own stresses with running this place. He didn't need me bothering him... I wiped my eyes, this insane guilt problem I had was taking over again. I felt so bad about making his day worse that I couldn't just hold it in. Quietly I hiccuped and tried to calm down. Suddenly someone covered my eyes with their hands. 

"Guess who," I could hear Ember giggle. 

                  I didn't really feel like guessing though. I knew it was Ember, I turned into his chest, hugging him tightly.

"Excessive guilt got you again?" He asked, hugging me.

"Yes" I said, muffled by his jacket.

"Don't be so sad! You're fine, Kimi." He hugged me tightly.

"Still!" I protested for no apparent reason.

"It's okay, Kimi." He made me look him in the eyes to get his point across. "It's okay." 

"Still!!" I buried my head back into his chest.

"You'll apologize to him later," He sighed.

"I know I know..." I found his hand and pulled him down the street. 

"Where are we going?" He asked curiously.

"There's an uncharted area that I want to explore." I blinked, serious.

"I still don't get why you like to explore." He shook his head.

"It's fun! And my Dad will be happier if I come back home with new information." I said importantly.

"Okay okay okay," He sighed, agreeing to join me.

"Yay!" I took his hand and pulled him down the streets of Lights. 

                  We walked for a while, occasionally saying things but not really making any other comments. Soon enough we reached this point where Lights ended, carefully we stepped over to the unmarked territory. 

"How did you get me to agree to this?" Ember asked as we stumbled across the cobblestone.

"You agreed all by yourself." I shrugged, picking up a spider.

"Ew, why are you picking that up?" Ember shivered. 

"It's just a spider." I rolled my eyes.

"It was on the ground, and it's a bug." He shook his head.

"You're such a girl," I gently threw the spider at him.

"Ew!!" He jumped, wiping his shirt to get the spider off.

"Man up, this place seems even more dangerous than the Wastelands. You have to protect me."

Name: Ember Rocky

Age: 18

"I know that!" Ember said.

                Ember had been in the Wastelands at least four times. That was quite a few since most of the people who went in died instantly.

"Just reminding you!" I sang, skipping down the cobblestone.

"Be careful!!" He ran after me.

                 Like I was careful. Quickly I tripped and thudded harshly to the ground.

"Ow.." I mumbled, trying to pick myself up.

"Here." Someone or something picked me up forcefully and set me down.

"Thank you," I blinked, staring at a blacked out face.

"Careful." He pointed at me.

                  This character reeked, like he was garbage. 

"Child what have you put yourself in?" I held my nose.

"Dead." He pointed to himself.

^^^Graveyard^^^