I Never Expected You To Be Here...

Just Trust Me

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 21:29:41 GMT

start- 12:59 AM

"Just trust me." Taloula looked at Lain in disgust. He felt a pang of regret in his chest, knowing he'd not been much nicer than the snarling white tiger upstairs was now. She reluctantly pulled herself onto his back and locked her arms around his neck. The blood running down her leg was soaking into her torn jeans with no haste. Pain was coursing through her with every heartbeat that leaked out more of the precious red fluid.

Lain hoisted her up with no problem, bounding out of the house. He could hear Timmy finally coming to his senses, the great beast rumbling down the hall towards the stairs. A very dusty panic-mode kicked in, the haze of colors blinding him for a moment before his red Lamborghini came into focus. Behind him where two distinct noises, a were-tiger hissing and a female groaning in pain. Taloula's cries were softening, she would faint soon from exhaustion, fear, and pain. In seconds he'd made it to his car, placing the girl gently in the passenger's seat. At some point he'd taken off his shirt and wrapped it around the wound, the cougar only knew this because as they screeched away from the street, his chest was unbearably cold.

The wind was whipping through the half-opened window on his side, only a precaution in case Timmy had managed to get in front of them, but bitterly cold. Lain couldn't see where he was going, but his instinct drove his car safely into the sheltering calm of the Liheaha mansion.

Taloula was still half-conscious by the time he laid her down on his bed. She was mumbling incoherently and shaking violently. Lain was finally starting to calm down, knowing that the tiger could not follow them here; a little hex on the mansion would mix up the scent trail left behind by anyone traveling to it, making anyone who was following behind divert from their intended path. Lain rushed to his bathroom, almost ripping the doors off his medicine cabinet for gauze and antiseptics. When he returned, Raver and Arik were in the room, but he ignored them.

Certainly Arik was asking a million questions, but Lain didn't hear them, nor did he care. Certainly Raver was reprimanding him for not taking proper care of his female, and also for that he didn't care to hear. It wasn't until there was a good six or seven layers of gauze around Taloula's leg did Lain look over his shoulders at his companions. The look on their faces would be priceless, had it been any other time but now. Probably, Lain's face was the picture of horror and anguish.

Shaking there on the floor beside Taloula, Lain laid his head against her side. A heavy sigh was in his throat and an even heavy burden in his heart. Footsteps towards the door told him that Arik and Raver had given up their questioning. There was a long silence, long and gut-wrenching. Taloula's breathing shuddered, slowed, then came back to normal. A gentle hand in Lain's hair brought his gaze up to meet the woman's hazy, tired expression. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. When she tried again, Lain shook his head and nuzzled into her hand, "No, thank you for trusting me..."

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Outline Sheet One

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 01:44:30 GMT

14 Days Till :3

Working title: 'A Glitch in the System'

“Type” of novel best suited to this idea: Think V For Vendetta and The Island.

___Mainstream (Describe): (que?)

___Category (Genre): check one (or more, if the idea might cross genre lines).
___Romance ___Western ___Fantasy _x_Action/Adventure
___Mystery ___Horror _x_Science Fiction
___Other Feel free to type in a different genre if you feel yours is missing. Know what readers want to see in a genre before holding yourself down to it.

(Describe):
It’s 2006, or so we believe. The American government has gone insane with power during the War in Iraq and has thusly put the country under permanent arrest beneath holograms of what they believe to be the real world ‘2006’. A group of vigilantes that call themselves ‘the Glitch’ have risen to bring down the government and return American to it’s freedom. Also, the current leader of The Glitch, a woman who calls herself ‘Talon’, is on a personal vendetta to save a boy she once loved.

Main Characters (list only up to three major characters)

Character #1—the protagonist (the hero or heroine of this story)

Name: Tyler ‘Talon’ Monahan

Primary Goal: Destroy ‘The System’ and rescue the boy she loved in her youth.

Most notable personality trait(s): Cunning, loyal, possessive

Character #2—the antagonist (the main “opposition” character)

Name: Tiger

Primary Goal: Take over ‘The System’?

Most notable personality trait(s): Cold, distant, untrusted by all.

Relationship to protagonist: the boy/man Talon is looking for?

Character #3—a major supporting character

Name: Megara Whitmore

Primary Goal: Talon’s lover, her weakness

Most notable personality trait(s): loving, accepting

Relationship to protagonist: lover

Setting(s) (If your novel has multiple settings, list only the two main ones)

Setting #1: Flashbacks, a high school in Texas

Time frame: 2004-2006 false time

Reason for using this setting: So readers may have some insight as to why Talon searches for this boy.

Setting #2: Present day, hologramed Texas

Time frame: 2076 real time

Reason for using this setting: Insight to the battle taking place between the Glitch and the System.

What is the main complication of the story (the central problem that must be solved by the main character)? Get rid of the corrupt government and resolve a lost love.

What are the primary obstacles preventing the main character from achieving his or her goal? Talon loves Meg, sometimes to the point of being too protective to leave for long missions.

How is the story resolved for the main characters (how does it end)? 1) Meg dies and Talon and Tiger get together to rebuild the world. 2) Meg survives and we wait until next NaNo to see what happens.

Kri'i and Lana

Thu, 18 May 2006 00:18:19 GMT

Full Name: Kizandal Razun Iragginbal Istovier (Kri’i for short) Teyah
Age: 400+ (app. Age: 20)
Race: Drow
Descent: Nobility and magik
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 175 lbs.
Appearance: Kri’i has muscular but lithe build. Has silver hair that comes down to the small of his back with more grayish color bangs that come down around his face to his chin. His eyes are almond shaped and a bright shade of silver to match his hair. There are beautiful, intricate black markings along his back and chest, indicating that he has been marked for greatness by an oracle. His usual attire is his own father’s recruit uniform, comprised of armor plating which he had altered himself. The armor plating covers his shoulders, his crotch, and his shins and feet; chainmail covers his chest and legs beneath a silver, silk shirt and off-white pants.
Personality: Kri’i has a dangerously sarcastic attitude. He likes to make men angry and girls swoon. He knows he’s handsome and does everything in his power to make sure others know too. He isn’t really concerned about his future, and sometimes gives faint signs that he might even fear it.
History: Kri’i was born to a Drow noble named Amalagh (literally ‘holy destroyer’) and an oracle who had forseen his future while giving birth to him. He grew up in a village near the Drow capital after his father retired from the calvary. When he was five, his father left, leaving his mother devastated. It’s then when she began to abuse Kri’i physically and emotionally, but not a lot because she had forseen a glimpse of his importance to Zira. Because of his father’s absence and mother’s abuse, Kri’i developed a dislike for women, but a love for what he saw to be their only purpose. Pleasuring him.

*~*~*~*~*

Full Name: Lana Moringale
Age: 350+ (app. Age: 18)
Race: Elvale
Descent: Nobility and beast
Height: 5’ 2”
Weight: 110 lbs (but can fluctuate proportionally to whatever physical change she goes through)
Appearance: Lana, although at an average weight for her breed, is fairly short compared to other elvales. She has green dragon scales on her ears and can have a tail and/or wings in her elven form. She wears a long beige cloak and hood with a loose green tunic, pants, and brown reptilian scaled boots. Her hair is a light chestnut brown and comes down just above her shoulders and flips out a little. Her eyes are midnight blue and almond-shaped because of her elven heritage. Her body is covered in scars, three on her back for her wings and tail, two on
Personality: Cold and withdrawn. Doesn’t seem to be affected by anything around her, although she does show a bit of emotion when approached by hybrids. Her concept of sex has always been a negative one, and whenever Kri’I brings up his conquests, she snaps at him for being arrogant and sick.
History: Lana was born of a forbidden love during a war on her mother’s half of the Kemma continent. Her mother was killed for treason when Lana was only ten. She escaped from the men who persued her and traveled with only the clothes on her back and a piece of cloth bearing her father’s city’s emblem. She found her father and a surprise. Her father had his own family, one he had started before he met Lana’s mother. Now Lana had two older brothers and a step-mother. Lana’s brothers, Derik and Rowan, were happy to find that they had a little sister they could protect… and use for damsel-rescue practices. Lana’s new mother, Aeleur, however, did not approve. Not only did she hate the fact that her husband had an affair, but the offspring was a magic-using mutt. Lana’s father promised Aeleur that magic was just as useful and had Lana sent off to train to become a mage for the military. Five years later, Lana is own her way home.

Character Thingies For NaNo

Mon, 06 Feb 2006 02:52:18 GMT

This year, I'm going back to fantasy romance. It's what I do. This year's NaNo features Lana Moringale (the second premire Elvale I've written about) and Kri'i Tayah (a sexy drow elf who knows it).

For know, the basic idea is that Kri'i comes across Lana and her horse Starre while on his way home. Intrigued by Lana's calm facade, he decide to offer his companionship to her. From there, crazy stuff happens, because they totally hate each other and stuff. Pivotal moments will be- finding their villages in ruins and the forest-fire scene.

Now for the stuff I came here to write!

1. What is your character's name?
Lana Moringale

2. What kind of character is it (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
anime/fantasy. She's an Elvale (which is basically any elfin half-breed other than elf/human)

3. What is the first thing your character would think of when he/she first wakes up?
Damn.

4. Your character's favorite outfit would be?
Her beige cloak and hood, with some type of clothing beneath.

5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
Whether or not her ears are covered.

6. Does your character have the same tastes in food as you?
Prolly, but she can eat more because she's not allergic to it all!

7. How is your character similar to you?
She's stuck with an arrogant pretty boy.

8. How is he/she different?
Loads more cynical, and openly violent

9. If your character could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
no, her's would be more mature and less cartoony

10. If you were to suddenly become your character, what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
Screw Kri'i!

11. Is there something about your character that you don't like how others think of them?
She's withdrawn and snaps like a mouse trap when you piss her off even a little.

12. What advantages does your character have over you?
She's gets the guy ><

13. What disadvantages?
She hates her mix breedie-ness more than I disdain mine.

14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
Not as of yet.

15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
noooot yeeeet

16. Do you have any plans for your character or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
Maybe :3

17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
That she wants to stay away from people.

18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
I can't tell, just yet XD

19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
Of course, I write by experience, sure.

20. Have you written any stories about your character?
Nah :\ not of Lana, but she was sprung from another character of the same lineage.

21. How has your character changed since his/her first creation?
From Taranthalis to Lana- Skin color change, hair color change, personality change, companion change, background change.

22. Give us a one-liner from him/her.
"I think you're the invalid."

23. Weaknesses and Drama
she doesn't trust easily, thinks Kri'i is a total ass

AND

1. What is your character's name?
Kri'i Teyah

2. What kind of character is it (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
fantasy/anime. He's a drow elf. <3333

3. What is the first thing your character would think of when he/she first wakes up?
Who did I sleep with last night? Ami...? No...? Gena?... no...

4. Your character's favorite outfit would be?
loose shirts, tight trousers or chainmail pants

5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
"Check. Me. Out."

6. Does your character have the same tastes in food as you?
He has a more refined taste, as opposed to Lana's 'eat what you can see' perspective of food. he's picky.

7. How is your character similar to you?
dark skinned XD

8. How is he/she different?
total playmate, loves being oogled

9. If your character could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
Hellno. it'd be all deep and... orgasm-inducing! XD

10. If you were to suddenly become your character, what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
sleep with girls!

11. Is there something about your character that you don't like how others think of them?
He's a tramp... but no one really complains 'cept for Lana.

12. What advantages does your character have over you?
He's hot... and he knows it... and he uses it...

13. What disadvantages?
He's... so mean ><

14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
yes :D

15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
Not yet :3

16. Do you have any plans for your character or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
indeed

17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
That he's perfect... and... he ain't.

18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
sexxxxxxxy

19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
duh!

20. Have you written any stories about your character?
nah

21. How has your character changed since his/her first creation?
nothing, really

22. Give us a one-liner from him/her.
"Fuck me? Okay!"

23. Weaknesses and Drama
His mom treated him like shit when his father left her. He was her 'worst idea', but because she was an Oracle for her village and saw that he'd change the world somehow, she decided not to harm him... too much.

Wow... I Smell Sex...

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 17:53:11 GMT

2,780/50k (I'm a failure)

I redid 'The Induction' with some more detail and such. :\ There's no way I'm gonna be done with this by deadline. Unless I suddenly have a stroke of genius.

This was their war, no one else's. And they didn't care who got involved. Who got hurt. Who was who. The only thing that mattered was to get rid of the target. Tanja knew that, she had known that since the time she stepped into the light of Fuhrer DeVal's menacing war room. There were no emotions in war, no mercy; only sacrifice and the blood of the enemy. Fuhrer DeVal set his standards high, and they were always met. The only defeat he had ever known was the loss of his last Kommandant to the enemy's persuasive tactics. A shattering blow to not only his army, but to his pride as well.

Pulling her black hair into a tight ponytail, Tanja finished her preparations for the induction ceremony. A clock hidden somewhere in the nether regions of her dank army bunk rang the hour. She was ten minutes from being late. Pulling on her dark khaki coat, which was frayed, starting to fade a little, and reeked of old rations stolen away from inferior ranks, she rushed out of her room and down the long dark hallway which many a Kommandant and Fuhrer had walked down before. Somewhere towards the end of the hallway, Tanja could hear Fuhrer DeVal’s booming and powerful voice like a lion’s roar echoing through the endless tunnel.

“Achtung!” The roar of the main room fell into a painfully awkward silence, “Gute.” Stormy blue eyes scanned the main room until they fell upon a certain ranking officer, “Ah! Officer Modrall! Just the lady I was looking for!”

Heads turned towards the entrance as Tanja straightened her posture and marched towards the stage. There was an air of awe and grandeur. Tanja Modrall, the poster child of the Ninth Reich, strode across the linoleum floor with such grace and strength. As she passed the tables closest to the stage, Tanja could feel something being pressed into her hand. A note! Peeking down quickly, Tanja read the words scrawled on it that read ‘read tomorrow’. She slipped the folded paper into her coat pocket and continued up the stairs towards the stage with unbroken confidence. Her feet snapped together as her hand raised and snapped back down in a salute. Fuhrer DeVal examined her for a moment, before turning to speak. As he made the daily announcements, Tanja slowly drifted off into her own wonderland. Her eyes trailed from the back of Fuhrer DeVal’s head, specifically the shining dirty blond hair which was styled very neatly, almost like a leaf, in the back along his slim and strong neck. The long khaki trench coat that held their broken Swastika armband was loose on him, having originally been fitted for the previous Fuhrer. It was a little ratty from being worn almost everywhere by the previous Fuhrer, DeVal was more careful about not stumbling around in it, getting it caught in doors, or having it dragged along the ground by girls and inferior men. Well, all men in Deval’s case. Bryan DeVal was a slender man, almost a twig in appearance, but he was handsome. At least, he was to Tanja. He was pale, with dark, dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Oh, those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, so calm and assuring. Rarely anything got past those eyes and when something did, Tanja was there to right whatever wrong was there.

“And so-” Tanja’s attention returned to reality. Fuhrer DeVal had turned to the side to gesture Tanja towards him. She quickly went up to his side, keeping a stern façade, “- this is why the position of Kommandant- my second-in-command- will be filled by Officer Modrall. Will you accept this position?”

There was another awkward silence. The newly named Kommandant stared out into the audience in disbelief. Her, Kommandant? What had Fuhrer DeVal been saying? Had he been praising her? Inhaling sharply and exhaling with equal strength, Tanja found her voice, “Yes, I accept.”

“Prima!” The soldiers and other ranking officers leapt out of their seats and into a frenzy of cheers and congratulations. The New Year was off to a good start. Tanja had been promoted, Fuhrer DeVal had a new right hand man, or woman in this case, and the march against the enemy would go on.

The induction ceremony went by smoothly, no invasions, no spies. As the ceremony wound down, Tanja found herself in something of a daze as she and another officer named Adam cleaned up the tables.

“That was a nice surprise, wasn’t it Tanja?” Adam said, folding a tablecloth, “Now you can be by Bryan’s side at all times.”

“Fuhrer DeVal, Officer.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He tossed the tablecloth into a small, portable hamper that had been marked on with a Sharpie, “Sometimes, I think you take this whole thing too seriously.”

“Why shouldn’t we take it seriously?” Tanja zipped the hamper shut and shoved it towards Adam, “The Lolocaust is very serious; the Emo-cide has started and must be followed through.”

Emo, Lolocaust. Words that didn’t really exist, but they did anyways. This year would be Tanja’s second year to be a Nazi in the Lolocaust, a fake war, on a fake battlefield. Well, not necessarily fake, it was their local boarding prep school for grades 9-12th. Barley Acre Preparatory School, a nice sized school built sometime in the 70’s due to the demand by some rich white folks who wanted to have their glossy, polished white children separate from the ‘monkeys’. By the 80’s, law requiring that the glossy whites allow the ‘monkeys’ to go to Barley Acre. It was rough water to start with, but it soon smoothed over about the time Vanilla Ice became popular. Strange, yes, but the creepily hip white boy was a bridging factor to the school’s ethnically divided population. Since then, a few gaps have shown here and there with them times, but other than that, integrated Barley Acre was a pretty good place. A pretty good place, that is, to start a fake war against a fake label.

“How many times must I say it? ‘Emo’ is genre of music, not a label.” Adam threw the hamper over his shoulder and started out the room. Adam Watson was a junior, 5’ 9” and 150 lbs even- all muscle. His chestnut hair fell just below the ears and curled very neatly outwards. It had been longer, but it got in his face when he played whatever sport he ambled in on. He was athletic, amazingly talented with whatever sport equipment you put in his hands or at his feet. This fact made other guys jealous and sometimes a little afraid of him. Just last spring, Adam had come out to Tanja, whom he had made friends with the summer before his freshman year, and he was determined to not let it affect his school year. And it didn’t. Adam, though very cheerful and sweet, had a cynical streak the length of the solar system. When someone called him a fag or anything of the sort, his shining mahogany eyes would turn cold and malicious, every muscle in his sleek, strong body would tense as he swung around to meet with whatever fool had the nerve to call him as such; there had even been moments when by-standers had fainted and even cried at how angry he was. You just didn’t mess with Adam; it was something of an unspoken rule.

Tanja followed behind him, pouting. She knew emo was a music genre, and a terrible genre at that. She also knew that their ‘war’ was just a way for them to rebel against all that is ‘Emo’ or ‘Scene’ or any of those other words Fuhrer DeVal used to describe the enemy. Down the main hallway leading towards the exit, Tanja could hear something rather raunchy in one of the many dressing rooms of the city’s civic center. She kicked in one of the doors and found two grunts wrapped in each other, for lack of a better phrase, “Ew.”

“ACHTUNG!” The two sprung out of each other’s grasp and stood in attention, “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?! Put some clothes on! Who’s your flank commander? Put your pants on! Do you have any idea what time it is? You nasty little grunt fucks! PUT. SOME. DAMN. PANTS. ON!”

In a flurry of fear, the two rushed to put their clothes on and try to answer Tanja’s questions. Adam watched in amusement. Only one thing pissed Tanja off more than PDA, and that was disrespect. And nothing was more disrespectful than to skip out on a meeting to fuck another soldier. Adam smirked as the Kommandant made full use of her new rank with ferocity. The black ponytail at the back of her head swung and flew with every angered word. Her dark brown eyes had become furious slits. And the shadows of her strained leg and arm muscles could just barely be seen against her russet skin as she growled. Once the grunts had their clothes on, she chased them out of the civic center, not breaking in her castigation of her inferiors.

“You little bastards better be happy!” Tanja shrieked as the soldiers hurried out of the civic center, towards their parent’s cars, “If this hadn’t been your first offense, you’d be lucky if I let you walk out of here with both your legs! Honestly, the nerve of those underlings.”

“Ha-ha. Tanja, you never cease to amaze. Oh, there’s my mom. See you next week.” Adam started down the ivory white steps of the civic center towards his mom’s Eclipse. Tanja sighed and sat on the top step of the staircase, trying to decide whether or not to call her mom to pick her up now. As she sat, her mind began to drift. She was now the Kommandant. The Fuhrer’s right-hand… girl. It made her smile a little, knowing she could be by Fuhrer DeVal’s side. Oh, Fuhrer…

“Kommandant Modrall! Vat are you still doing herre?” Tanja leapt to her feet. A light well practiced accent sent shivers up her spine. Fuhrer DeVal came up to her side, smiling.

“Ah-ah! Fuhrer DeVal!” She stuttered, standing at attention with her arm up, “I didn’t know you were still here!”

“Relax, Kommandant.” She reluctantly did, “You’re very fiery for this late at night.”

“Danke, Fuhrer.” She bowed. They both sat down slowly.

“Please, just call me Bryan, Tanja.” Her heart leapt into her throat. He knew her name?! She felt herself sweating. Bryan sighed and pulled his jacket off. Beneath it he was wearing a simple white tank top. Tanja looked over once, and quickly looked away in shame. Though he was almost unhealthily skinny, he was fairly muscular, “You’re a good soldier. Why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“I was chasing some stupid grunts out. You wouldn’t believe their disrespect!”

“Hahahaha!” Tanja looked back in shock. He was laughing! Something she had never seen in the two years she had been working for him. And something else. He had a well-defined six-pack, which could be seen when his body shook. So beautiful, “You are quite a card, Tanja. Very productive, and self-sufficient. That’s why you’re my Kommandant.”

“Danke, Fu-… Bryan.” She nodded and looked back down the stairs. Her heart was racing. She was really talking to him! No strategies, no speak of the inferior men. Just a talk, “I’m much honored to serve by your side.”

“You’ve always been by my side…” Tanja could feel herself blushing, “This was just to make it more official.”

“You flatter me.” She smiled a little.

“It’s nothing, seriously. Here, let me take you home. You live on Gilmer Street, right?”

“Yes.” Bryan stood and brushed the back of his pants off. Tanja followed suit. The two walked down the stairs towards Bryan’s red Tahoe. The beat-up truck was just as junkie inside as it was outside. Tanja winced a little as she shuffled through old school papers and miscellaneous trash. Bryan chuckled, apologizing for his mess. He had been caught up in a whirlwind of trying to get ready for senior year. A thought that pained Tanja in her heart. She had known Bryan for a little more than three years, and to think that he would be leaving this year. She shook it off as the Tahoe sputtered and growled. Bryan smiled again and they were off.

The ride was quite to start with. Gilmer Street was on the opposite side of town, at least a 40 minute drive in even the fastest of cars. Tanja looked out the window into the brisk summer night. Her heart was racing in her chest, almost drowning out the modern country music bubbling out of the quivering speakers. Bryan looked ahead never changing his posture until they came to first stoplight at 1st and Edgar Street. He took his hands off the wheel and stretched, ruffling his hair and letting it fall where ever. The medium-length strands of dirty blonde bounced and sat up in strange places, several patches of his lovely hair falling in front of his right eye. He slouched in his chair and rubbed his stomach. His stomach growled.

“Uh-oh. Guess I need to get something to eat.” Tanja looked over at him and he looked back. His head was tilted, trying to move his hair out of his eyes without using his hands. She thought her heart was going to explode.

The moon was shining down on the entire Earth. A common fact. Common knowledge. Common sense. But tonight, every last ray of the moon was dancing on Bryan’s beautiful pale face, lighting it up in an almost ethereal fashion. Those stormy blue eyes shimmered like pebbles beneath a river’s translucent blue blanket. His lips curled into a sweet smile, the breaking point for Tanja. She turned away sharply. ‘Fuhrer!” She screamed in her head, ‘What are you doing?!’

“Are you alright there, Tanja?” Bryan said as the light finally changed. She nodded and continued to look out her window. He couldn’t help but smile a little, she was very fiery for this late at night.

Damn you, Bryan! You're a Nazi leader! Quit being so damn nice! And YOU, Tanja, stop being so giddy! GAH!

I Hate Myself And I Want To Die

Sat, 12 Nov 2005 02:27:46 GMT

1,586/50,000 I Hate Myself And I Want To Die

This is what I get for flying by the seat of my pants :\

This was their war, no one else's. And they didn't care who got involved. Who got hurt. Who was who. The only thing that mattered was to get rid of the target. Tanja knew that, she had known that since the time she stepped into the light of Fuhrer DeVal's menacing war room. There were no emotions in war, no mercy; only sacrifice and the blood of the enemy. Fuhrer DeVal set his standards high, and they were always met. The only defeat he had ever known was the loss of his last Kommandant to the enemy's persuasive tactics. A shattering blow to not only his army, but to his pride as well.

Pulling her black hair into a tight ponytail, Tanja finished her preparations for the induction ceremony. A clock hidden somewhere in the nether regions of her bunk rang the hour. She was ten minutes from being late. Pulling on her dark khaki coat, she rushed out of her room and down the long dark hallway which many a Kommandant and Fuhrer had walked down before. Somewhere towards the end of the hallway, Tanja could hear Fuhrer DeVal’s booming and powerful voice.

“Achtung!” The roar of the main room fell into a painfully awkward silence, “Gute.” Stormy blue eyes scanned the main room until they fell upon a certain ranking officer, “Ah! Officer Modrall! Just the lady I was looking for!”

Heads turned towards the entrance as Tanja straightened her posture and marched towards the stage. There was an air of awe. Tanja Modrall, the poster child of the Ninth Reich, strode across the linoleum floor with such grace and strength. As she passed the tables closest to the stage, Tanja could feel something being pressed into her hand. A note! She slipped the folded paper into her coat pocket and continued up the stairs towards the stage with unbroken confidence. Her feet snapped together as her hand raised and snapped back down in a salute. Fuhrer DeVal examined her for a moment, before turning to speak. As he made the daily announcements, Tanja slowly drifted off into her own wonderland. Her eyes trailed from the back of Fuhrer DeVal’s head, specifically the shining dirty blond hair which was styled very neatly in the back along his slim and strong neck. The long khaki trench coat that held their broken Swastika armband was loose on him, having originally been fitted for the previous Fuhrer. Bryan DeVal was a slender man, almost a twig in appearance, but he was handsome. At least, he was to Tanja. He was pale, with dark, dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Just a quick glance at him would be alarming. He would appear to be very ghost like, very tall and methodical in his movements.

“And so-” Tanja’s attention returned to reality. Fuhrer DeVal had turned to the side to gesture Tanja towards him. She quickly went up to his side, keeping a stern façade, “- this is why the position of Kommandant- my second-in-command- will be filled by Officer Modrall. Will you accept this position?”

There was another awkward silence. The newly named Kommandant stared out into the audience in disbelief. Her, Kommandant? What had Fuhrer DeVal been saying? Had he been praising her? Inhaling sharply and exhaling with equal strength, Tanja found her voice, “Yes, I accept.”

“Prima!” The soldiers and other ranking officers leapt out of their seats and into a frenzy of cheers and congratulations. The New Year was off to a good start. Tanja had been promoted, Fuhrer DeVal had a new right hand man, or woman in this case, and the march against the enemy would go on.

The induction ceremony went by smoothly, no invasions, no spies. As the ceremony wound down, Tanja found herself in something of a daze as she and another officer named Adam cleaned up the tables.

“That was a nice surprise, wasn’t it Tanja?” Adam said, folding a tablecloth, “Now you can be by Bryan’s side at all times.”

“Fuhrer DeVal, Officer.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He tossed the tablecloth into a small, portable hamper that had been marked on with a Sharpie, “Sometimes, I think you take this whole thing too seriously.”

“Why shouldn’t we take it seriously?” Tanja zipped the hamper shut and shoved it towards Adam, “The Lolocaust is very serious; the Emo-cide has started and must be followed through.”

“How many times must I say it? ‘Emo’ is genre of music, not a label.” Adam threw the hamper over his shoulder and started out the room. Tanja followed him, pouting. She knew emo was a music genre, and a terrible genre at that. She also knew that their ‘war’ was just a way for them to rebel against all that is ‘Emo’ or ‘Scene’ or any of those other words Fuhrer DeVal used to describe the enemy. Down the main hallway leading towards the exit, Tanja could hear something rather raunchy in one of the many dressing rooms of the city’s civic center. She kicked in one of the doors and found two grunts wrapped in each other, for lack of a better phrase, “Ew.”

“ACHTUNG!” The two sprung out of each other’s grasp and stood in attention, “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?! Put some clothes on! Who’s your flank commander? Put your pants on! Do you have any idea what time it is? You nasty little grunt fucks! PUT. SOME. DAMN. PANTS. ON!”

In a flurry of fear, the two rushed to put their clothes on and try to answer Tanja’s questions. Adam watched in amusement. Only one thing pissed Tanja off more than PDA, and that was disrespect. And nothing was more disrespectful than to skip out on a meeting to fuck another soldier. Adam smirked as the Kommandant made full use of her new rank with ferocity. The black ponytail at the back of her head swung and flew with every angered word. Her dark brown eyes had become furious slits. And the shadows of her strained leg and arm muscles could just barely be seen against her russet skin as she growled. Once the grunts had their clothes on, she chased them out of the civic center, not breaking in her castigation of her inferiors.

“You little bastards better be happy!” Tanja shrieked as the soldiers hurried towards their parent’s cars, “If this hadn’t been your first offense, you’d be lucky if I let you walk out of here with both your legs! Honestly, the nerve of those underlings.”

“Ha-ha. Tanja, you never cease to amaze. Oh, there’s my mom. See you next week.” Adam started down the ivory white steps of the civic center towards his mom’s Eclipse. Tanja sighed and sat on the top step of the staircase, trying to decide whether or not to call her mom to pick her up now. As she sat, her mind began to drift. She was now the Kommandant. The Fuhrer’s right-hand… girl. It made her smile a little, knowing she could be by Fuhrer DeVal’s side. Oh, Fuhrer…

“Kommandant Modrall! Vat are you still doing herre?” Tanja leapt to her feet. A light well practiced accent sent shivers up her spine. Fuhrer DeVal came up to her side, smiling.

“Ah-ah! Fuhrer DeVal!” She stuttered, standing at attention with her arm up, “I didn’t know you were still here!”

“Relax, Kommandant.” She reluctantly did, “You’re very fiery for this late at night.”

“Danke, Fuhrer.” She bowed. They both sat down slowly.

“Please, just call me Bryan, Tanja.” Her heart leapt into her throat. He knew her name?! She felt herself sweating. Bryan sighed and pulled his jacket off. Beneath it he was wearing a simple white tank top. Tanja looked over once, and quickly looked away in shame. Though he was almost unhealthily skinny, he was fairly muscular, “You’re a good soldier. Why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“I was chasing some stupid grunts out. You wouldn’t believe their disrespect!”

“Hahahaha!” Tanja looked back in shock. He was laughing! Something she had never seen in the two years she had been working for him. And something else. He had a well-defined six-pack, which could be seen when his body shook. So beautiful, “You are quite a card, Tanja. Very productive, and self-sufficient. That’s why you’re my Kommandant.”

“Danke, Fu-… Bryan.” She nodded and looked back down the stairs. Her heart was racing. She was really talking to him! No strategies, no speak of the inferior men. Just a talk, “I’m much honored to serve by your side.”

“You’ve always been by my side…” Tanja could feel herself blushing, “This was just to make it more official.”

“You flatter me.” She smiled a little.

“It’s nothing, seriously. Here, let me take you home. You live on Gilmer Street, right?”

“Yes.” Bryan stood and brushed the back of his pants off. Tanja followed suit. The two walked down the stairs towards Bryan’s red Tahoe. The beat-up truck was just as junkie inside as it was outside. Tanja winced a little as she shuffled through old school papers and miscellaneous trash. Bryan chuckled, apologizes for his mess. He had been caught up in a whirlwind of trying to get ready for senior year. A thought that pained Tanja in her heart. She had known Bryan for a little more than three years, and to think that he would be leaving this year. She shook it off as the Tahoe sputtered and growled. Bryan smiled again and they were off.

NaNo Filler I

Sun, 06 Nov 2005 04:15:25 GMT

For Tichan is sehr lazy. Procrastination Productions Presents:

NaNo Filler:: Diabolo: Romance I

Based on the manga I got today, Romance I is about quiet puzzle-master Takeshi Hiwara and the two mistakes she made that ruined her life. One was falling in love with Kojiro Kazuki, and the second was trying to get him to love her back. After her third failed attempt to ask him out, Takeshi searches for where she had gone wrong. What she finds is that a certain someone is in her way. Kakashi Izumi, Kojiro's long-time friend, had a tight hold on Kojiro's heart, even though she doesn't realize it. Determined to make Kojiro hers, Takeshi breaks a third wall on her eve of her 17 birthday. She makes the ultimate deal with Diablo; she will make Kojiro love her in return for two souls, her own and one other.

I was a master at puzzles, brainteaser, mazes. There was nothing I couldn't analyze, no trick I couldn't get around, no puzzle I couldn't solve. I was a master, until there was him.

"No, look here."

Kojiro Kazuki, my peer, my friend, the only puzzle I couldn't solve.

"Awh, Kojiro! Straight 'A's?"

"Straight 'A+'s."

Smart, handsome, athletic. There was no flaw to him. No way around him. No way around this burning sensation in my chest.

"Will you go out with me?"

"I'd rather us just say friends."

And every-damn-time, he shot me down! What was it? I analyzed him I knew what he liked, I knew who he was! What was it that made me fail so many times?

"Who's that?"

"Huh? Oh, her? That Kakashi Izumi, ain't she cute?"

Cute... Yes, she was very cute.. cute to the point where I couldn't stand to see her with him. What was with her? Where had I gone wrong? Wrong... I'm never wrong. That's nothing I can't solve, there's no cheat code out there that I don't know. There was a way around everything, and even if it seemed like there wasn't, there was also the internet.

"Love potions? Love spells? HAH. These lame wanna be cheats to a heart are useless!"

So, I think you're pretty desperate.

"Desperate? Are you new in this chatroom? Puzzle_Demon is never desperate."

Is that so?

That's when I met him. He called himself Akuma, japanese for devil, bah. He told me about a ritual unlike any spell or potion.

A heart for a heart. It will make your wish come true.

"That sounds pretty dark and dangerous. How do I get her heart? Literally? Figuratively? Because I don't swing that way."

You're a creative girl. Just put a little effort into it.

Effort. Bah.

End

Brain Farts

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 06:27:43 GMT

I've decided to change from a normal high school to a boarding school. My only real excuse for the change is for Tanja to become more desensitized to the idea of PDA, which she hates. With a burning passion.

As for Bryan, who is absolutely awesome. His Kommandant before Tanja actually turned to the Emo side, a fact which causes something of a wall between him and Tanja at times.

AUGH, PITY 4 j00!!!

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 14:00:57 GMT

Okay, today's a pep rally day, so I've got a bit more time to update and tell you more about three of our supporting characters, and maybe some insight on Bryan's character.

BTW, I started writing last night, and I'm already 150+ words in. :D Yaye!

Name: Adam Watson
Age: 17
Rank: Officer
Appearance: 5'9", brunette with brown eyes, tanned. Very athletic, a handsome guy with a constant smile on his face.
Personality: A cheery guy with a underlying tone of being a bit cynical, which is why he was allowed to join the Reich.
Secretly: Is gay (not really a secret anymore), very cynical, shares Tanja's love for plush animals.

Name: Karina McNeil
Age: 16
Rank: Spionin
Appearance: 5'4", blonde with green eyes, slightly tan. Athletic, pretty, very flexible.
Personality: A little distant from people, including Tanja. (I'm not sure how developed she'll be getting)
Secretly: Dated Tanja before she joined the Reich, likes 'toys', shares Tanja's fascination of studying abstract subjects.

Name: Ambrosia Wood
Age: 17
Rank: Grunt
Appearance: 5'6", brunette w/ red highlights, pale. Not athletic, fairly average looking.
Personality: Very perky, borderlines insane at times. Writes for the school's paper and also helps Karina get close to Tanja and Tanja close to Bryan.
Secretly: Likes to play mind games, collects things that pertain to the Nazi Regime.

Rawr, I wish I was at home, Friday's are not days for school. Honestly. Rawr. ><
<3333 Greg <3333

We Can't Bake If We're Naked...

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 04:25:43 GMT

Sorry for the long delay, I've been w/o internet for about a week now, so I'm trying to catch up as best I can, best it's not going so well. :\ Meh. But I do have something awesome to add. Two more characters, that is! :D

Meet:

Adam, my mandatory gay guy, who was only allowed to join the Reich because he shared the same cynical ideas as Tanja and Bryan, just not about the same people.

and

Karina, Tanja's ex-girlfriend (Yes, girlfriend), who is always there to support Tanja... uh... yeah... support...

So The Kommandant is pretty controversial, what with blatant Hitler references, homo/bisexuality, sex, drugs, the whole spiel. It's gonna get racy, I can tell.

NaNo On Tuesday!

Sun, 30 Oct 2005 23:49:30 GMT

Hello there everyone! This is the totally talented Eine_Erotisch_Katze of NaNoWriMo with her own NaNo Journal! Totally Inspired by everluna. :3

My story is called The Kommandant, which almost looks like it's suppose to be serious. But don't be fooled. :D Actually... no... it is pretty serious. :D

Tanja Modrall is second-in-command of the Ninth Reich, a psuedo-Nazi regime hellbent on ridding their world of the foulest label in existance. For more than two and a half years, Tanja has been follow her Fuhrer's orders to a 'T', but this year is Fuhrer Bryan DeVal's last year in command. Enthralled in the heated work of selecting a new Fuhrer, the men and women of the Ninth Reich begin to notice a change in Tanja's duty-harden facade. She has become very moody and quick to judge. What could possibly be bothering the kommandant?

Setting:
A modern-day, medium-sized business town with 100,000+ population. Specifically, the local high school. Yes, the high school. Barnium High School has about 3,000+ students and is located towards the middle of the southern end of the town; on the opposite side of town to it's rival, Galveston High.

Characters:
Main:
Name: Tanja Modrall
Age: 16
Rank: Kommandant, Second-in-Command
Appearance: 5'2", back length black hair, brown eyes, dark skinned. Is average leaning towards being athletic to too skinny.
Personality: Very strict and demanding. Borderlines bitch in the beginning. Slowly becomes softer and more mother-like as graduation gets closer.
Secretly: Enjoys studying anything taboo or abstract (homsexuality and sex, specifically), collects plush animals, likes to be praised by anyone.

Name: Bryan DeVal
Age: 18
Rank: Fuhrer
Appearance: 6'1", medium length blonde hair- which is often cut-, blue eyes, very pale. Very skinny, almost anemic, but quite handsome.
Personality: Stoic and withdrawn when comes to those outside of the Reich. Very intelligent and intellectual. Rarely show any signs of more than two emotions, upset and pleased.
Secretly: Enjoys RPG and FPS style video games, likes to sing in the shower.

Supporting:
Name: Ambrosia Wood
Age: 17
Rank: Grunt
More Info To Come!

The only ones I see at the moment are the problem of changing Tanja from a strict military bitch to a normal high school girl in love; and of keeping the story intertwined with the psuedo-war going on. This is my first 'real life' story, I normally write fantasy, so it'll prove to be something of a challenge.