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Title: In the Woods: Chapter 2
Author: orchids_or_iris
Character/Pairing: No Pairing
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Summary: DG is less than pleased at being left behind but at least this time she has a plan. Sort of.
Warning: None yet.
Disclaimer: If I'd had my way there would have been a lot more Glitch. Alas I am in no position to insist upon that.
Word Count: 1756
Chapter 1
community.livejournal.com/tinman_fic/533
( Chapter 2 )
- Mood:
contemplative
Sincerely,
Scales
- Location:Midgard?
- Mood:
curious
Two hours later and the bathroom was missing half a floor, the cabinet was dissasembled and the shower was torn down. Yeah and people say I go overdramatic. So a new shower, sink, plumbing and flooring were all bought today and getting that inside the house was not fun. There's no way that box was only 59.6kg. It was at least twice my weight.
Oh and in all the excitement Kell and I forgot to buy any Easter eggs for the weekend.
I'm going to go to sleep now and maybe by the time I've woken up the world will have hot running water again. I doubt this.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood:
tired
It is officially spring. Well ok not exactly officially but close enough. The frost is gone by eight, the willows look more yellow than normal, the daffodils are flourishing (for some odd reason there's one patch in Newcastle cemetery that is covered in daffodils, they're barely a millimetre apart) and whilst the cherry trees are in full bloom no blossoms have yet fallen. Sounds like spring to me. I don't know why everyone claims spring is green, it always seems more yellow to me. Summer is green.
The main body of my car is now in black. Unfortunately the paint won't be flattened this weekend as Dad has promised to do a weldup for someone else which means pushing my poor defenceless car outside. This may be a good thing as I am still missing my fingerprints. You wouldn't think that losing your fingerprints would do much damage but things like typing are oddly painful without them.
So I'm ok, kind of bored... I did find out this morning third hand that we're apparently going to Cornwall for Easter. Kell looked just as surprised by this as me. It might be fun, it's been a while since we've gone camping. ...I'm bored and can't think of anything else to say so I'll just log off before I start babbling too badly.
Sincerely,
Scales
Word Count: Doing well. Already up to two thousand and it's only Wednesday
Side Note: My taste in music is obviously deteriorating rapidly. David Jordan? What am I thinking?
- Mood: Neh
- Music:Sun Goes Down
Anyway, as of this Sunday the primer layer of my car is complete. All we need to do is a final flat with 320 grit and above and then we're into colour... and then electrics, engine, interior... we're definitely past the half way mark. Niki loves it. She thinks my car is beautiful and that if I ever want to sell it she has first claim. Speaking of Niki I really need to think up invitation designs for the 4th of July, my mind's a blank but I suppose I do have time.
The test on Neashells linejournal is calling me an opportunistic sadist. Well actually it called me an opportunistic Seme but I'm fairly confident that Seme and Uke are japanese terms for a Dom and Sub respectively. The definitions seem to fit. I know I have a slight tendency to be a little bit sadistic but opportunistic? There are worst things I suppose. So how does this mesh with me being an Arien Dragon, Walnut Tree that is 'Somewhat Machiavellian', with an Inner Type A Blood Type and belongs in New Zealand? Yeah I've taken too many of these quizes...
Last week wasn't bad. Got to say I love Howl's Moving Castle. It's a brilliant movie and if Becks is going to continue this trend of lending me books and movies I may have to buy out Hay on Wye to get my own copies. Unfortunately although the book does go into Sophies Character a lot more it's not as good as Studio Ghibli but then I've never really been a fan of Diana Wynne Jones. Of course I only found this out after I bought the book as the only library copy was in the southernmost part of the county and was overdue. I never had so much trouble getting a book in California and they're meant to be practically illiterate. *sigh* and people look at me strangely when I say the library never has anything new.
Oh weird thing. You know how if you look at a papercut as soon as you get it you can watch the skin split apart? Yeah well my last three papercuts didn't bleed. They were fairly deep but there was no red stuff. This is worrisome.
Sincerely,
Scales
Word Count: Last week past one thousand with a short oneshot. I really need to start re-posting to fan-fic.
Side Note: Why does the Herbal Store I work at sell Beetroot Juice? Who looked at a Beetroot and said I'll juice that and sell whatever I get as good for you?
- Mood:
Possibly Undead - Music:Carry On My Wayward Son
Of course even with the gasmasks I was breathing in quite a bit of primer. Not good for my health and tasted even worse but I maintain it was worth it. We finished day with a layer of black paint so when we're sanding down the third coat we can see when it's flat. All in all not a bad day at all.
I hope you had a good day at work love. Walking anywhere in California's a pain but having said that the grid system really confused me. At least you don't need the excercise even if it's being forced on you. I'm sure Hyde doesn't mind the holiday, fuels expensive afterall. Is Mothers day always the same day in the States? I only ask because I have the vague idea that it changes dates over here. I'm certain last Mothers day was 15th March.
Spending an entire day shopping sounds like a good idea for a gift. Something you can both enjoy. How did you come up with it because the extent of my creativity this year was buying a cake instead of poisoning the household by cooking one. Sadly it wouldn't have worked for me this year, Mums determined to completely repaint the house, it's almost done too. For some reason downstairs is mostly a very pale brown. All I can say is at least it's not yellow.
And Indian food's not weird, you've got to love a good Korma. Re-fried beans are weird.
And see, I'm writing my third entry in a week. Well it's more of a ramble but at least I'm not forgetting to update. A definite improvement for the time being. Good night Neashell, sweet dreams. I hope you're week's been a good one.
Always and
Sincerely,
Scales
Side Note: No more coffee liqueur in bed. Being similtaneously sleepy and not able to drift off is bad
Word Count: Sadly only up to 700 new this week so I've badly failed my target but I did type up over 6,000 words from paper
- Location:Bed
- Mood: sleepy
- Music:-none-
I'm going to have to really save up, maybe I can get a place of my own before October?
Is Mothers Day on a different day in the States? I can never remember... anyway 2nd of March is Mothers Day over here. I made Mum a card and bought her some Evening Primrose oil, really dark organic chocolate and a bottle of red wine. Yes I know I bought the first two from where I work but that's entirely besides the point. Mum had been complaining about giing up Evening Primrose oil so I bought her some. It has nothing to do with the fact that I had no idea what to buy her. She appreciated the coffee when I was waitressing in a coffee shop... Mum's difficult to buy for. I tend to just go for the first bolt of inspiration that comes my way
I'm actually really lucky in my work hours. It's only part time but I'm in every weekday so I don't have to remember what days I'm in. Let's face it Neashell, you and the rest of Waldens knew my scheldule better than I did. Although turning up for opening and asking when you're in today tends to work fairly well.
Hopefully I'll get some more work done on my car today, it's a bit late in the morning but that's mostly because of Mothers Day. I'm going to go scavenging now. I wonder if there are any hot cross buns left?
Hope to hear from you soon love,
Sincerely,
Scales
- Location:Around
- Mood: hungry
- Music:Sacrifice - Atsushi
Anyway, there is only one thing to say to your comment love, awww… I miss you too, there’s no one to talk to over here. You my dear were the only person who could ever have dragged me out for pool. That picture you drew of me is still pride of place on my door. I still laugh every time I see it. In twenty years time it’ll be worth a fortune ‘The Early Work of Esteemed Artist and Café Owner Neashell Newman’.
Glad you had fun with the coasters and I know exactly what you mean by friends saying it’s a great idea to do something. Planning my trip to America I had no less than five people say they would love to come, one even going so far as to price up plane tickets. The reliability of people I’m afraid. You’ll find something soon. My Mum can’t quite decide whether she wants me to be six or if she wants me old enough to pay rent. I still maintain you would like England.
I was going to try for three entries this week to get in the habit so I don’t just forget again but that doesn’t seem to be working. Eh, my week hasn’t been that interesting. My new job is at a herbal store place so the work is fairly boring and monotonous but well paid which is what matters. The people are cool, I’m the youngest and I’ve already got two people exclaiming that I’m too thin and pushing chocolate at me. Somehow I always manage to find them, a talent I appreciate greatly. I’m also already borrowing books from the assistant manager. She’s a Neil Gaiman fan so when I offered to lend her Sandman she lent me Coraline in return. Not a bad book, kind of misty which suits the story well. We seem to like the exact same movies, I’ve yet to go horror fan on her but it’s nice to talk to someone who remembers Watership Down and who'll still drool over the Goblin King.
A reminder to myself: I cannot cook. This was proved yesterday and I still feel faintly queasy. No potato deserves that fate.
My headache is not getting better. I can’t classify it as a migraine as I’m still able to walk and talk but it’s not fun. The coffee I just had probably isn’t making it any better either… -sigh-… ooh did I mention they have Starbucks within driving distance now? Yes it’s been open for a few months but I’m still very happy with this fact.
Ok I’m going to sign off now as I’m certain I’m not meant to ramble this much on one entry. Will try to post again tomorrow to at least get close to my weekly quota. Hope to hear from you soon Neashell, let me know what you’re up to.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Location:surrounded by paint
- Mood: in pain
- Music:Mad World - Tears For Fears
… uhh yeah... see I keep on thinking of this as a diary and I'm terrible at them so this never gets updated. Still new year (alright a bit late but then I can't even keep track of full moons so two months isn't that bad) so I'll try better. If I can average three entries a week I'll be happy.
Let's see... oh the day before last was a lunar eclipse which is very unfair. For the last few months it's been perfectly clear skies and then it suddenly became cloudy. Half twelve and I couldn't even see where the moon might be, the cloud was too thick. Not nice, there won't be another good one over Britain until 2015.
My car is up to primer-ready. Just need to finish masking, do a final scurf over and clean up the workshop, hoping to get all that done tomorrow. Oh and I have a new job. NO MORE WAITRESSING!!! Yes I am inordinately pleased by this, although I may regret not working in a coffee shop when my caffeine levels start dropping but I’ll deal with that then.
I really need to start writing again. Ever since I got my laptop for Christmas I’ve been trying to type up all those scraps of paper but I’m faster at writing than I’ve ever been at typing and it’s taking forever to do and then I get bored. No excuse really, I think I’m going to try a late New Years resolution: every week I’ll write a thousand new words, even if they’re complete rubbish and not worth the paper (or memory space) they take up I shall write them -sigh- now I’ll end up writing complete tripe…
Anyway, haven’t heard from Neashell in a while so if you’re reading this, hope you’re doing well love. It’s very depressing that I’ve been out of the states for over a year now. I really miss warm weather… and you of course Neashell. At least I’m almost completely brunette again. That’s the one downside to Californian Sun, yes it’s lovely and warm but it bleaches my hair blonde.
I’ll write again soon,
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood:
Still alive
I'm certain that self-dissociation is a very bad sign.
Anyway, Happy New Year.
(Are you actually hyper if you realise you're acting oddly?)
- Location:In a nice new comfy chair
- Mood: need more caffeine
- Music:You don't want to know
'Remember, remember the fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.'
I'm trying to decide if I prefer the forth of July or Guy Fawkes. At least in November you can see the fireworks from about 5 on wards and there's always big bonfires (fire pretty) but July's better BBQ weather (smaller fire but still pretty)... hmm. I still don't know. It's cold out side anyway and I'm back to work as of Monday from my holiday. I need to go back to the jobcenter but it's cold and I'm nice and warm here... *sigh*.
Anyway I went onto Neashells lifejournal and found this:
A Quest of Scales: Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!
I choose:
Nibeleth
Rynac
Christine
How old are you?
Nibeleth: Slightly older than my teeth
Rynac: A few centuries, why?
Christine: 21, you?
Height?
Nibeleth: In which form?
Rynac: Tall enough to kill you
Christine: Umm... about five and a half? I think...
You got any bad habits?
Nibeleth: That would depend on what you call bad. If you go by the ten commandments I haven't broken the ones about my parents. Or if I have, there are no witnesses. I looked.
Rynac: I might be a bit over protective. Maybe.
Christine: oh... I say things without thinking? Shadow says I'm indecisive but I don't think that's true.
You a virgin?
Nibeleth: No but if it makes you feel better I've eaten a few. Humans go best with coriander and basted in butter. I'm told they taste like Gammon but I've never tried that.
Rynac: I was born a slave, you guess.
Christine: Jimmy Woods, God he was fun.
Who's your mate/spouse?
Nibeleth: No one. Unless you count that one time in Tresnar but he died soon after. Apparently most creatures can't survive me stabbing them through the chest. I found that out through careful experimentation.
Rynac: *confused* Spouse? Nibeleth holds my vows if that's what you mean...
Christine: Single... oh so single *sigh* Like anyone would stick around when these crazy people keep popping up and eating all my food...
Have any kids?
Nibeleth: I don't like goats. They stay stubborn even after you've killed them.
Rynac: *smiles faintly* That is an honour I have not experienced.
Christine: *Wide eyed panicked stare* Kids? Where? Help!
Favorite food?
Nibeleth: Hmm... all food is enjoyable.
Rynac: Meat. Lot's of meat. Rare.
Christine: Ice cream! Especialy strawberry! Or chocolate! Or fudge! Or... *fades into background for the next half hour*
Favorite Ice cream flavor?
Nibeleth: Ice cream? That would be rotten cows milk, churned, flavoured and then frozen, correct? I quite like the Mint chocolate chip.
Rynac: *Rynac fidgets slightly and mumbles* ... bananna...
Christine: *Author slaps hand around her mouth* -She doesn't like mint-
Killed anyone?
Nibeleth: *Looks faintly amused* What an odd question.
Rynac: Only in service to Shadow, or if I get hungry.
Christine: *turns green* No! God no! What kind of person do you think I am?
Hate anyone?
Nibeleth: I've never hated anyone, at least not for very long.
Rynac: If anyone threatens Shadow they die, I don't waste time hating... but Christine comes close.
Christine: A good person does not hate anyone, they forgive... but if that boss makes me clean up after Karl one more time...
Any secrets?
Nibeleth: Ones that even I do not remember.
Rynac: I keep nothing from the one who holds my vow.
Christine: Not really. It doesn't count if no ones asked right?
Love anyone?
Nibeleth: You do ask strange questions.
Rynac: That is none of your business!
Christine: Nah... there's been a few guys but not THE guy.
What is your job?
Nibeleth: I am me. Why would I need to do anything else?
Rynac: I have sworn to protect and serve Shadow. *mutters under his breath* Keeping her out of trouble's a full time job.
Christine: Urgh, waitress.
Are you a boy or a girl?
Nibeleth: Female. Other forms become uncomfortable after a while.
Rynac: *blinks* I'm a guy.
Christine: Girl. Definitely girl, I don't care home many people call me Chris!
Sexual orientation?
Nibeleth: Orientation? Do you mean favoured position?
Rynac: I'm a Terlac demon sworn to Nibeleth. What do you fail to understand about this?
Christine: Straight!
If you had a deathnote who would you kill?
Nibeleth: An interesting piece of reality interfering magic. Quite imaginative but I'm afraid if I want someone dead they die. A deathnote would hardly help.
Rynac: I prefer up close and possible... and Nibeleth would be... displeased if I killed Christine.
Christine: Again with killing! I'm not a monster!
Burial or cremation?
Nibeleth: Cremation does leave less mess and attracts less scavengers but the flames do tend to attract more people to kill which can be annoying and whilst burial is nicely symbolic it can leave ends loose if there are any Necromancers in the area. My way is of course better. Although atomising people is less dramatic without witnesses.
Rynac: My people cremate their dead whenever they can.
Christine: That's really morbid.
If you came back as a ghost who would you haunt?
Nibeleth: Came back from where?
Rynac: I hate repeating myself. I am sworn to Nibeleth, get it?
Christine: I don't believe in ghosts but um... can I haunt my boss and make his life a misery?
Who would you like to cosplay?
Nibeleth: Explain.
Rynac: Vampire Hunter D, tell anyone and I'll kill you.
Christine: I've had enough dressing up pretending to be someone else thanks.
What turns you on?
Nibeleth: *laughs* And why would I tell you?
Rynac: *raises an eyebrow* Shadow.
Christine: *blushes* Oh you know, cute guy, romantic evening... usual stuff.
What would you change about yourself if you could?
Nibeleth: Change?
Rynac: Nothing... but sometimes I wish I could help her more...
Christine: I would love to have red hair, brown is so boring and my eyes are really drab. A nicer figure would be good too.
What is your goal in life?
Nibeleth: My goal. To uncover some information... what I am would be a start.
Rynac: Keep Nibeleth happy.
Christine: Become a world famous Author. One day my stories will be published!
Comment on the others
Nibeleth: Rynac worries too much. He needs to realise he's not responsible for everything but he's still young, he'll learn. As for Christine... well as soon as I get the information I need I'll never see her again. Unfortunately if I go too fast I'll liquefy her primitive mind and lose everything I need.
Rynac: Nibeleth is perfect. Anyone who thinks differently will die. Especially anyone who looks at her wrong. The human is a danger, I'll kill her as soon as I am permitted. Although she does make good cheese burgers.
Christine: I think Rynac's out to get me, he keeps on glaring at me and Shadow's just strange... I think I saw her walk though a ceiling once. Not a wall, a ceiling. I've had it with demons.
- Mood: cold
- Music:For some reason Rush: Something For Nothing
Livejournal is claiming I haven't posted in nine weeks... that could be counted as a long time couldn't it? And I was going to try harder to remember this thing *sigh*.
Anyway, Dad's going into surgery today. He's getting his left knee replaced so he'll be in hospital for three days and not in top condition for a month and a half. The good news, at least his arthritus pain will be gone... the bads news? Dad's worse than I am at being ill. He's going to drive us all crazy. I'm lending him a few books for hospital, it was surprisingly difficult. A collection of Asimov because I remember Dad telling me he liked Asimov growing up, a dragon story set in the Naploenic era (MUCH better than it sounds) and another dragon story set in anther world. I did think about giving him more as those three would barely last me into the second day but Dad said one would do so I think he'll be fine with three. I hope he likes them. I won't have much of a chance to visit Dad in hospital coz of work so the books will have to be most of my presence.
I've never hated waitressing more than now. I'm really hoping I get this job down at the Regent Theatre, it's receptionist but anything's better than kitchen duty. Do these people not know that my own family have banned me from the kitchen for everyones sake? Mum says the only reason no one's complained about my cooking yet is because they die too quickly to do so. I saw the agreeing looks between Sister It and Father, I will get them for that.
I need more books, why doesn't the library have any manga? I've read all their fantasy and SciFi (I spent a few months beginning of college, waiting every night in the library for an hour or two after class for Mum to pick me up. It's amazing how quickly I can plough through a two story building full of books.) It's very unfair, oh well... maybe I can petition the council for more books in the library. I can get the signatures, people tend to agree with me when I glare at them.
God I am a book worm....
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood: Ohm.... Ohm...
Dad made it to America in time for the scattering of the ashes. Apparently Aunt Carla was not told. She and Grandma had a spat around January, she wasn't even told her own Mother was dead. I'll never understand people. I think Dad got a lot out of seeing his old haunts though, he was surprised by how much it's changed.
My car only needs filler until it's close on road worthy but that's going to have to wait. Dad was doing groceries with Mum when an old boss walked up to him and practically gave Dad a job. He is now a welder fabricator. I think he likes it, Dad's business was dying so he's happy to have something to fall back on. Even if it is welding ovens together.
I passed my driving test, I am now legally a danger on the roads. My old driving instructor actually said I'd have to tell her when my car's finished so she knows when to invest in that armoured tank. I miss her, I'm directly responsible for many of her near death experiences after all.
I think that's everything. Not that I would remember, my recall is a frequent subject of family jokes. It doesn't help that I tend to tune people out when I'm bored.
Everything's ok here.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood: Comtraya!
Alright I'm really going to make an effort to post more. Let's see what's happened this week?
My car is now in the last stages of dry build. It has working bonnet, boot, unlatched passenger side door and it's very own roll cage. The last item was a nightmare to get right, the pipe bender was not co-operative. After we get the driver side door working, which could be interesting seeing as four people before us have had a go at cutting it up, it'll be ready for us to fiber glass in a few cracks.
I am now 19, and I did get a cake afterall. On my birthday as well, a chocolate cake we're still eating. It's one of Mums best cakes for years, hardly dry at all. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, very pretty and it hasn't rained for almost a week. Having said that it'll probably rain today but that's not the point.
On a slightly more confusing note my Grandma has died. That would be my Dads Mother still in America. We got an e-mail yesterday from Grandpa along with a not very subtle hint that we would be unwelcome. I think Dad's going to try to go anyway, we'll get someone to tell us when the cremation is. We can't really afford all of us to go but Dad should. He didn't stop pacing for hours. As I've only met the woman once when I was nine and my only memory of that is that I thought she and Grandpa were 'creepy' I'm more worried for Dad than anything else. I know he's surprised that they even told him. Being the black sheep of the family, Dad was convinced he would't be told of either of his parents death.
Nothing bad is allowed to happen on the 17th of July.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood: neh?
Scotland went well enough. No TV, no internet access, no games (computer or board. limited space on journey up), only a few books (this time I packed four and received another six from Aunt Anne), not much paper... I walked the dog a lot. The rest of my family have different coping methods for Scotland. Mum can stretch out a newspaper all day and gets very involved with cooking. Dad claims an armchair and spends a lot of the time sleeping in it. Kell copies my methods which is read in a very obvious place so that no one feels I'm ignoring them and use every excuse to walk Jess. The dog was very happy with this arrangement.
I love my Grandad but there's a reason why Martini holidays tend to avoid lounging around on a beach somewhere.
Just before we left Grandad and Mum got Kell and I to pick out something we liked of Grans. This turned out to be jewelery for the pair of us. The pieces I received are beautiful and I know Gran would want me to have it. Still it feels... not wrong exactly but odd.
Anyway I'm back and tomorrow is my birthday! Very happy about this although there is no sign yet of a cake. We're having another BBQ tonight to celebrate coming home. Guess who has to sweep up the ashes?
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood: Zen
- Music:Cuts Marked In The March Of Me(n?)
Also good news, yesterday I recieved my first birthday present, a bit early since my birthdays not till next Monday but I'm not complaining. It's a beautiful 3/4 length leather jacket to replace my old one. I'd forgotten how nice new leather is, it's beautiful. Of course this means I probably won't get any more presents from my parents but as long as I've got my wonderful new leather jacket I don't mind. *sigh dreamily* it smells so nice too... I honestly didn't think Mum would buy it, Dad wondered off to see if the leather place up in Hanley was closed like Mum said so we all met him there. It wasn't far from closed, they were having their last sale. Well Dad was trying on a few bikers jackets so I went over to the far side of the store. Five minutes later Mum had taken my favourite one off me and was walking off to the till. It was a bit weird... but I have my coat! Mwahaha!!!!
*Ahem* Sorry about that. Anyway we're off to Scotland early tomorrow. No internet access for a week. Maybe we'll climb that mountain Mum's always going on about. I'm not sure I can stand an entire week in the house. I was feeling a bit numb last time but now Grans defintatley gone.
I'll post more later,
Sincerely,
Sclaes
- Mood: Here
I did say that I'm terrible with diaries.
So I had a strange dream last night. The first one I can remember in over a fortnight and it's just weird... I'm not actually in it, just observing. It starts out with Captain Kirk (yes golden t-shirt and all) being shot in the stomach and a geisha (who was talking about dragons and yin and yang philosophy) is helping him get to a healer. There's two buildings in the distance, one a half collapsed ancient greek pantheon and the other a large grey concrete building in what looks like Northern Scotland. So they start moving towards the closer grey one but the geisha keeps telling Kirk it's this evil haunted place and they should go to the ruin. Kirk ignores her. They make it to the building which looks fairly abandoned and they just make it inside the door (the inside looks like a building in Hay-on-Wye) and Kirk is bleeding everywhere (though thankfully not on the books) when I wake up.
It was odd, especially since I woke up craving blueberries.
Anyway... Neashell e-mailed me so I feel loved. Jess (the dog) is very hyper though. It's cause she's been cooped up in the house for the last two days and is desperate for a proper run. The only problem is a piece of glass has sliced her left forepaw open, not deep but enough so that she starts badly limping after a short walk, never mind her normal hour runs.
Sister It is still in Spain, I actually miss her although I will never admit such a thing in her presence. She's my little sister after all.
It was eight weeks yesterday.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Mood: It's cold outside
Want to know what happened last night? I was lying curled up on my side on the brink of tears, not particularly an unusual sight these days but I was also in quite a lot of pain. So I did what I've been doing every month at about this point in the lunar cycle since I was eleven. I summoned Nibeleth from the dredges of my imagination, which is something I haven't done since I was desperately trying to stay awake in Dublin airport and she reminded me of Neashells promise and pointed out the dragon. Despite the fact that she's rather self serving, rarely cares about anything past her own amusement and has never felt a subtle pain in the entire of her (for lack of a better word) existence, she's always made me feel better. Last night she turned up, took one look at me and sneered. She then proceeded to call me something along the lines of a pathetic, worthless shell of a human. There was more words to it than that but it was rather late last night and I can't remember now.
Funnily enough I felt better almost immediately. Nibeleth went back to the depths of my mind where she belongs and for the first time in so long I felt my shadows again. I've missed that. I always meant to ask Neashell whether she occasionally could feel Louis, how he could feel. Or if it's just me being delusional in a vain attempt to make myself feel special. Either way I still love the feeling, there's a reason her name is Shadow.
So this morning, for the first time in a while, I put on my tag and rings and remembered what they meant to me and now... now I am going to read Neashells (who has apparently taken me off her friends list so she probably won't see this) livejournal to find out what she's been up to in the last month I've been MIA and write her a long (as I can) email complete with the photos. I am going to get out that little address book of mine and leave messages on everyones phones to check in. I am definitely going to desperately search for that scrap of paper that I wrote Irinas number on so I can phone her and apologise for not waking up a fortnight ago. I believe she'll understand that. And last but definitely not least I am going to clean those bloody boots of mine because they are caked in mud and I don't know how I didn't realise this until this mornings walk with Jess.
There's something that was said at my Grans funeral service, 'I know how much you loved me dear, as much as I loved you'. I think I can deal with that.
Sincerely,
Scales
- Location:Here, finally
- Mood:
Better
It's actually snowing. Granted it's not even an inch deep but it's powdery, falling from the sky and sticking. And you know the best thing? Snow means it's not as cold anymore, it's been far below freezing the last few days. I'm not entirely sure why but practically all the primary schools, most high schools and even some colleges have been closed because of it. Kel's complaining because hers is one of the few high schools still open in the area.
Other than the weather I'm in a fairly blah mode. I can't get hold of Irina, I haven't so much as spoken to Neashell in ages and Aunt Dee still won't send me those bloody word documents. Does it really take that much effort to email a bunch of .rtf documents to me? I really hope she hasn't deleted them. 8 ones in particular. I could probably redo the chapters I added to my WIPs but the ones I actually completed... you can't reconstruct them very well. Oh well, we live and hope.
As I said to Sister It, SNAPE'S COOL! SLYTHERIN RULES! AND EVERYONE ELSE? DROOLS!!!!! Take that Hufflepufflian traitor! Then she hit me.... evil vegetarian hufflepuffs...
Sincerely,
Scales
SIDE NOTE: When did my little sister learn how to make not half bad Chocolate mochas? I must try and get her to experiment with pepermint...
- Location:The North Pole!
- Mood: contemplative
*Narrator watches crazed meglomaniac fall to the floor dead*
Right then! And now for something completely different! Sumo wrestling Gorons! Is iron boots cheating?
(This is what you get when I'm in pain and force fed Mums toxic coffee)
Oh and I have a web cam! Now to get it to work... is the purple sparks a bad thing? Oooo... fire pretty...
Sincerely and only slightly singed,
Scales
- Mood:
just slightly hyper
