Character Post #3.

Emmet's hands shook as he pulled the oddly shiny thing from his pack. What was it? A fighter? A jetplane? Spaceship? "This is something very important to me because you know, I used to play with it all the time" Said Emmet, Holding up the thing, as his hands began to fiddle with it, flipping a peice here, twisting there. "it's A megazord" He said, taking a minute. A couple of deft movements later, he held what one could easily recognize as one of the popular giant robots that populated the children's show. "I got from my parents. Mostly by begging" he said. "I begged and begged and begged untill they got it for me." His hands were back at it, as he focused on the small model robot, flipping it from one shape to another, untill yet another form appeared from it's depths. "I feel like it's kind of a shame I didnt play with it for so long." He said.

Character Sketch Post #2. Bonet.

Bonet stood up before the class, holding her two masks. The surgical types, of the odd  robin's egg blue, and cloth across the mouth, a type I'd only ever seen in manga or reports about bird Flu. "These are two surgical masks." Said Bonet. Her eyes were somewhat downward cast. "See um... when I was little I had a really weak immune system. And sometime's I faked it. For attention from my parents." She rubbed the mask a bit, her eyes cast downward. "Eventually parents figured it out and said, "Oh you're faking it" whenever I got sick" She rocked back a little bit, tottering between sitting on the desk and not. "Then last year... I got tuberculosis" I had to blink at that. Tuberculosis. Wasnt that disease that made you cough blood? ...then again there coulda been a lot of those. "When I came to school, they said that I shouldnt tell anyone. I had to fake it. Say i wasnt that sick. While i wore the mask. People thought I was lying, and a lot of people hated me for it." She said, straight faced... "I couldnt breath in this one" She held up the tortiseshell. "There was a lot of lining in this one. Polymer or something. Maybe that's why?" She shrugged. "This one" She switched shell for strip of cloth. "I could breath in" I was kind of stunned. Wow. That must've sucked. She continued. "My dad and my siblings and I grew closer.We'd drifted apart a bit. after my mom died.... but now..." she smiled, as if she hadnt just told us her mom was dead. "They knew I wasnt lying this time. That was nice." She outright grinned. "I was lucky too. I got the worst kind of tuberculosis. Like the black plauge era, kind. If i handnt gone earlier... The doctors told me I would've died at 25." I could only sit there stunned. Holy crap. She had dealt with more emotional trauma than I'd ever dealt with. And she'd told it, all the while with a smile across her face. She was a tougher girl than I had ever given her credit for. Bonet, if you're reading this, Props to you, girl. Goddamn Props.

Character Sketch Post #1 Myself.

Who better to describe you than yourself, right?

The moment I stepped up there, my voice faltered, and I found the speech I had prepared in my head suddenly infested with "uhhhms" and stutters. Annoying things. I could look at anyone. My eyes refused to go away from the small, cardboard box in my pocket. "It's k-kinda personal." I told them. "See, a-about a year ago... I w-was dating this girl" I grimaced. That could have ended better. "It was more a relationship of convienience than anything..." I felt my cheeks flush, going a brighter red than even their usual luminous red glow."We split up... the relation s-ship went umm.... stale." That was the only way I had to put it. "We couldnt talk about anything... so it just sorta... ended... and  then one d-" I gulped, my thumb rubbing a hole out of that small box.  I feel my cheeks turn it up to eleven. Goddamnit, can't I do anything without my bloody cheeks brodcasting it like bloody radar dishes. "day- there's this girl I t-talk to. A lot.-" it comes out of my mouth in tumbling rush. "-On everything. So one day she asks me... do I like her? like do i LIKE like her." ... screw eleven, the cheeks manage 12. "... and uhm... i said....well I said yes. I realized I really did...love her. " Lucky number thirteeen was my cheek's final stop. . "... so I got her these... earrings. and a couple other things... and uhm... i'm sending em to her... this weekend.......I like her. A lot. and uhm.. that's my show and tell." I moved to sit down.. only to find myself being... applauded? They were applauding me! I hid my head inside my hat, hoping to contain the radiation my cheeks must've been throwing off. I couldnt have deserved applause for that awkward, pause filled mess of a speech... could I?

Accidental Lessons

1. Be cautious about what you eat, and how to speak with your patron saint.
2. Sometimes things just arent meant to be.
3. When you feel like crap, best to stay close to home.
4. . Always keep your valuables on you
5. Always be prepared, even if you dont know for what. And keep a healthy ammo surplus
6. Just because you CAN do it, doesnt mean you should.
7. Keep your mind on what you're doing. Also, rain sucks.
8. Always be kind to strangers. it pays off.
9. Reading pays off, even if it's fiction.
10. You'll get results if you work hard enough.

A. Went to bathroom for five minutes. Came back, Cellphone and DS were both gone
B. Playing Fallout three, went searching around a church. Ended up ground meat due to supermutant infestation.
C. Tried jump off a swing and acheive flight. Ended up with 4 stitches in the chin.
D. Dated a girl for a couple months, found out tastes conflicted, stopped dating.
E. The innumerable times where i've been saved on a test by my nerdly knowledge.
F. Didnt finish a summer project, by shoring it up with dirt. Next day, there was a sand pile in the street.
G. Got appendicitis, endured horrible pain for 3 days.
H. Ate the brownies at the back of the fridge.
I. Held a door for a man. Got Ten Bucks.
J. Became leader of anime club.

A Gem Of An Idea: First Draft.

The moment I saw the bag, I knew something was up. Aunt Tonya (techinically my grandma’s aunt), tall, round and almost owl eyed with her full moon glasses, would always bring me things from her trips with uncle alan.
But this time, it was a huge, burlap sack. I poked the thing, feeling something shift under my fingers. Sand? Why’d she brought me a bag of sand? “It’s from a sapphire mine, up in montana” She told me, as she helped my scrawny arms get it onto the table. I could’ve made an emo smile, so extatic had I been. At 12, i had developed certain obsessions. Sapphires were one of them. As my birthstone, and posessing that lovely blue color, i’d become highly enoamoured with em. We got magnifying glasses, seives from my grandma’s cuboards, (some of which were never to recover) and began to sift.  After about an hour, we had found... Nothing. Just a couple of good looking peices of gravel.

“Are we ever gonna find any?” I whined. Woopty doo for the effects of ADD everybody. “You gotta be patient, kiddo.” She’d replied, smiling that knowing smile of hers.

“There’s not many... but they’re there..” She looked at me for a little bit, eyes a bit cloudy.”So, carlos, whattya want to be?” The question was a bit out of left field... but then again, at the time, i had been the king of left field, pitching conversations topics that came so far out of the left they’d gone RIGHT.  
“Ummm... Ah dunno” I replied, trying to gnaw some gravel that had gotten out under my fingernail. I failed. “Didnt you wanna be a marine biologist?” she asked me. “That’s all you used to ever talk about.” “....Mmm... Not any more.” “Well what’s your newest calling” I rubbed the back of my head. “I kinda wanna write.” I said. “You know, like, stories! Dad says that i’m off in la la land though...” “Yeah well your father wants you to be able to suppourt yourself” She looked at a bluish rock. “Darn. Thought I had one.” She flicked back to serious mode. “But i’ve written a little myself. I know some authors too. And you know what they told me?” “What?” I asked.
“Never give it up.” She said. “You gotta write and write and write. Your fingers might drop off, but even then, have someone type the stories for you. You’ll get there.” “...You think so?” “Kiddo, it’s like anything you do” She replied, picking up a small, transparent blue stone. “You keep at it long enough... and you’ll eventually find that gem of an idea.”
I havent stopped writing, either. I’ve typed over a million words, i’d guess, easy. Problem being, i just keep restarting... but eventually, i’ll find it. That perfect story. That one blazing star among all the others. That little Gem of an Idea.

a discussion on dream drive.

We walk around the mindspace, talking absently, me and my daemon, as I bring up the subject.
"Important Family Conversations, eh?" Says Onibi, her paws padding quietly along beside me, voice a feline purr. "Well there was that one with your dad..."
"That's a kind of a vauge way to put it. Which one?"
"The one about college coming up?"
"Again too vauge. Besides, they all kinda blur together at this point."
"Gotcha, no dad speeches. Mmm, how about your grandpa's?"
"Again, a bit of a tough choice.... though I suppouse, again, I have a large selection of matierial to work from"
"Exactly. How about that time he talked with you about family?"
"Sounds like a good one...but then again, mark's got a good one too."
"Yeah, except... they were never really conversations. They were always lectur- why are you grinning like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like a parent who just got his kid to jump the grand canyon?"
"Well think about it... you said you havent had a conversation really yet."
"... so you think i should write about one i'm going to have?"
"B-I-N-G-O, buddy. Specifically, the one that needs to happen with your dad. About... well...
"Everything." The big cat nods. "Precisely"
"Sounds to me like that'd turn into a list of greivances,"
"True... hmm, how about this then? Take all these peices of conversations you remember... about one particular subject.... and string them together? sound like a plan?"
"I suppouse..."
"Good. Now if you dont mind, There's a couple a juicy dream-hares bouncing around in here, and i'm feeling rather rumbly in the tumbly"