Buy a punching bag. I'm serious.
Play music when you're feeling down and upset and crank up the volume. That's the only advice I can give. I'm glad you could vent. Good luck and lots of strength to you!
This is a very well-written piece with an amazingly evolving tone. It takes a lot of talent to make a poem start off as heart-warming and end as heart-wrenching, but you managed to do it quite well. Love the flow too (although one or two lines seem a tad too long, but nothing bothersome at all). You're a great poet, I see.
I beat him with Sora at level 78.
* all shounen heroes from Naruto to Ikki to Ichigo * Pino (Ergo Proxy) and Nana (Elfen Lied) and any other comic relief misfit in a serious anime series * the entire cast of TOKKO * the category "*****es who are so annoying I wish I could kick them into the sun": Haruhi Suzumiya (The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya) and Asuka Langley Sohryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) * Akai and Kanie (A Kite) on the ground of being perverted *******s * a few episode-specific characters in Paranoia Agent and Boogiepop Phantom (too lazy to look up their names) * Ash Ketchum * Lain's family except for Lain herself (Serial Experiments Lain)
Where's the award for "Best member with a username that starts with St- and ends with -yx?"
[know-it-all-ism]Actually, it's not part of England. :p It's next to England, and fellow part of the UK (and Great-Britain) but it's a different country completely. :) But yeah, I also know where Wales is. [/know-it-all-ism] I live in Europe.
He's asexual, as people have already said. I agree with the topic starter that scattering pink petals doesn't have anything to do with sexuality.
Nowadays everything and everyone who has something to do with flower petals is considered "graceful". A silly assumption if you ask me, nothing about Marluxia's fighting style (let alone his character) is graceful imho.
You can't. Not just like that. Don't avoid her for you'll run the risk of her getting mad at you. Just "carry on" and have patience. There's no easy way to do this.
I would like to mention though that he's got the most horrible name in the Organization. By a mile. XIG-BAR? What the hell? :p
Let me get this straight. You're choosing a state of infinite options (yes, you heard me: infinite options) over a state with zero options left and you think that's "not too bad of an idea"? *facepalm* Because it's extremely ungrateful to everyone who cares or has ever cared about you. That's why. Why am I getting the idea that you're not searching anywhere near close enough for the joys in life? There are people who are trying to help you. Someone's who's really alone can't say that.
The update also had some grammatical (or spelling) errors in them. One example (I'm not going to correct them all unlike Shades, sorry): Nee-san is used for older sisters, not brothers. I couldn't really get into the story either. But maybe that's just me. You should keep on writing though. You've got potential for sure.
I like him and his "surfer dude" language. What makes him even cooler is his age. I hope he gets a good amount of quality lines in 358/2 Days. :D
Souds cool. Except the trapped nerve thing... I never heard of anything like that though, so I hope it's something that heals quickly (it sound...
Exploring his cell took five seconds at most. A board to sleep on was its only feature. The floor was uneven, the walls were moist and cold. Seiryu initiated the first of a long-running series of thoughts on how it had ever been possible to come this far...Ideas which used to seem like utter folly, such as an escape attempt in the middle of his trial, seemed like reasonable options now. He threw his arms into his neck and started walking around in circles in his cell. Suddenly it occured to him; the Cubehead on the other side of the hallway had been staring at him the entire time. It reminded him of animals in a zoo, who gaze with mutual astonishment at the creatures on the other side of the cage. When their glances eventually crossed, the muscular voyeur greeted him: "Hey there." His voice was gruff and sounded like a dog's growling. "Yo.", Seiryu greeted back. First silence. No suprises there. What is there to say to a person who has just exchanged his freedom for a lifetime of misery? "So, erm...Well, you know...Ahum. My name's Barco Di Ulmani.", he introduced himself. When hearing his last name Seiryu wondered what continent he hailed frrom. "Seiryu Raiamma." Seiryu said as little as possible. The more questions the other person had to ask, the longer the conversation would take, and the later boredom would set in. A childish take on the perhaps equally childish it's-all-in-the-little-things philosophy, but it could only do good. Getting acquainted is a mathematical process, in imprisonment as it is in freedom. "Hmmm, I see. New-Asia?" Seiryu nodded. "Really? Great!", the man said genially. Seiryu completely revised his first impression on the bloke, but understanding his enthusiasm was out of the question. New-Asia was only a continent like any other... "Then you speak Japanese, right?", Barco asked enthusiastically. Seiryu nodded again. He demonstrated by outing a few proverbs in Japanese while picturing a human colossus frisking around in his cell like a five-year-old. "Will you teach me then? Please!" Seiryu understood. Learning and teaching would be a complete waste of time, and in the Outerhold that was a good thing. He should consider himself lucky: he had found a hobby on his very first day. "Heh. Pardon the abruptness. You see, I used to be an interpreter in my citizen days. English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Orbish and tidbits of Exo-Chinese. I was present at some of the most influential meetings of Kalliope!" "Good for you.", Seiryu congratulated. He was genuinely interested but heard Barco's introduction as if it were a pile of bad news. He couldn't help it but didn't really know why. Maybe he liked Barco better when he was still crazy. "Oh please...The guy just got here. The last thing he needs is you bragging about your job!", a woman's voice to Seiryu's left reproached. "I'm trying to have a conversation here, Madison! Keep out of it!" He turned to Seiryu and said: "Don't mind her. She can be really nice when she wants to.", though Barco didn't bother to hide the irony. "Hey, you know what? I'll introduce you to a friend of mine when the sectors gather for eating. We go way back, see?" "So we get food here?", Seiryu asked pleasantly suprised. "It ain't good, it ain't healthy, but I stuff it in my trap with pleasure!", Barco answered winking. Seiryu laughed. Barco was a good one.
"I am dreaming." Agreeing murmurs; she was dreaming. "None of you are real. You are conceptualised by me, in my dream.", Aryane went on. She spoke with an informative tone, literally looking down upon the audience from her high speaker's chair. One of the listeners raised his hand and caught Aryane's attention. "But what if a thing or person doesn't need to be materialised in order to be real?" "Yeah!", another male voice shouted, "What gives you the right to label us as illusory?" "I...created...you...", she helplessly gasped. Her pulse and respiration went berserk. "Can something that is "unreal" have any effect on your so-called reality?", a third audience member asked. So this is what it felt like to get booed off stage... "I don't know...", she moaned, "I guess not..." Her feet stranded on solid ground. The difference in altitude was now a mere wish. ... Was this some sort of nightmare? It felt like a lucid dream. Did she choose to be slapped in the face like that? Did she? Between her teeth, she cursed her dream. She pushed a button on the side of her capsule bed, and the glass barrier lifted itself up. Aryane climbed out, and started readying herself for the new day, nervously recapitulating what she had experienced that night. ... The Laplace. One of the largest spacecrafts of the collective. The biggest mall in history; just about anything can be bought and sold there. Home to the best restaurants and taverns as well. "Tsk. What's taking Joy?", Aryane wondered. "This would be the first time she missed shopping weekend." "She won't get lost. Let's go on ahead.", Nenck proposed. "Fine. What do you want to do first?", Aryane asked genially. She liked shopping weekend, and she liked to be liberated from heavy questions even more. "Let's go see Laërtes. It's been a while since we've heard of him. He's at the library in all likelihood.", the boy decided. Aryane fell in with that choice: the more company she was with today, the better. ... A chubby young man with thick glasses sat in one of the reading rooms of the public library. "Hiya. Whatcha reading?", Aryane asked. Laërtes was slightly startled. "The Arrival of Iruel. Or how Man battles and at the same time welcomes terror. One of the most bedazzling works I've read so far." "Sorry to disturb you then.", Aryane apologised, but her good friend Laërtes didn't seem to mind. Suddenly, Aryane's cell phone beeped. "It's Joy." wont b coming 2day c u soon xxx "Complex stuff...And you really understand all that from the get-go?", Nenck asked visibly impressed. Laëtres shook his head. "It isn't meant to be understood so quickly. Pondering about the problems dished up in these works is the most appealing charm of reading them." Aryane looked stunned. It even occured to her that Laërtes might have gone crazy, but then she realised that it was perfectly normal for him to say such things. Nevertheless, she felt disillusioned and somewhat misunderstood. Has it been wrong of her to back away from mind-wrenching questions? Should she have delved deeper in the dark cave that is philosophy? Was it, like Laërtes stated many times, Man's duty to attain wisdom? And Aryane was burdened with even more questions. Questions about questions. "So your decision is definite?", a black-clad woman said. Her high heels irritated Joy Varaday. She tried to junction their sound to the ticking of a clock, bringing to herself that the unease would be over soon. That, however, did not work. "No, not definite. It's just...probable.", she said uncomfortably. "Ooooh.", the woman said while nodding. It was hard to tell if she was pleased or disappointed, but when she saw Joy's expression, she tried to cheer her up: "Don't worry, girl. Dwight's a really friendly man. He wouldn't hurt a fly." But that was what she feared the most... Iocas used her keycard to open a slide door. Joy entered a large room, dimly lit with red light and packed with soft furniture. She stepped up to a table where a middle-aged man sat. He wore sunglasses despite the obvious lack of brightness in the chamber, and a hideous pink overcoat hung from his chair. "Welcome, Joy. Please do take a seat. Shall we get down to business immediately?" "I thought we would be discussing matters in private.", Joy reproached, pinning her eyes on the woman who let her in. "Yes, but Iocas and I have no secrets for eachother. Besides, she's my secretary. You don't mind if she took notes, do you?" Joy's courage drifted away on a swan-shaped boat, not to be seen again for a while... "Nenck.", Aryane addressed her friend when they were back on the Bessel. "Hmm?" "Sleep with me tonight." It was as if a brick fell on Nencks head (or rather a house made of them). Sure, Aryane acted a little odd sometimes, but this? She was virtually on her knees, virtually digging her nails in his arm and virtually dragging him to her room already. "Well, we don't have to have sex. Not...necessarily." But she didn't want to sleep, much less lie awake alone. The intimacy, before she'd realise it meant nothing to either of them, would feel relieving as well. Then again, she didn't want to be a ****. She didn't want to be (and Aryane detested herself for thinking it) Joy. "Just stay with me. That's all. Sleep next to my bed and wake me up if I act weird." She didn't know why she had said that. She hadn't acted weird the night before...It just seemed to scare Nenck off more. Almost as much as it scared herself. "Please!", she added desperately. Aryane didn't even know why it was such a big deal exactly, but she needed someone by her side, preferably a good friend. Reassurance for her, in exchange for worries for him. An awkward impulse traveling through an increasing amount of centimeters.
Love doesn't force itself. If she's happy with someone else you'd be better off saving your dignity and stepping aside.
Feeling pretty good, thanks! I just may be getting too lazy for my own good lately though. :D
Hi! How have you been?
