Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
The Presidents: Ronald ReaganThe Presidents: Ronald Reagan2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Ronald Wilson Reagan would start and leave his presidency incredibly popular. He would become known as the "Great Communicator" with the American people, largely due to his years as an actor. He was the oldest man to ever be elected and he would have one of the most revolutionary presidencies in history. Reagan was born in 1911 in Tampico, Illinois and lived through his early years in a family of modest means. When he was a teenager, he first got interested in politics. President Calvin Coolidge was in the White House and his economic policies of cutting taxes and reducing government spending inspired Reagan. Nevertheless, after graduating from Eureka College in 1932, he voted for Democrat Franklin Roosevelt. He worked as a radio sports announcer before being offered a contract from Warner Brothers in 1940. In the 1950s, Reagan worked for the Sunday television show "General Electric Theater" and eventually entered politics. He married Nancy Davis whil
Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part2Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part24 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younglings drifted into space for hours. Not knowing where they were heading.
They were sat, in shock and in fear.
Makai: I thought the clones were good though? They are supposed to protect us.
Chase: Why would they attack Jedi?
Tai: Because they're clones! They don't think, they only follow orders. It's Palpatine! Only he controls them. He must have ordered them to kill us!
Makai: But why?
Tai: How am I supposed to know!
Chase: Anakin Skywalker is friends with Palpatine.
They all looked at each other. Although young, they were beginning to understand.
Makai: So was Master Anakin always evil?
Chase: Who knows? Why did he do that...How could he....
Chase started sobbing.
Tai: None of that! C'mon! We are Jedi!
Tai, although 10 years old, knew, as the oldest, he would have to take charge.
Tai stood up and started looking though the pod.
Tai: There must be an emergency power switch somewhere?
Tai saw a switch and flicked it.
The power came on but the lights kept dimming...
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
A Thief's SongThe time is rightA Thief's Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pull this scheme
And steal tonight
Something of value
Something of worth
Something of silver
Something of gold
The nobles are clueless
Their loot is out in the open
they are so foolish
leaving their treasure for me
You'll curse my name
search for me high and low
I'll never be tamed
for I'll steal when you're not there
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:The Rules of Flying1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
Teguh Oesman.Mount Grayson University is a very prominent University well-known for their Political Science Program. Many politicians and activists have graduated from this university and went on to have very successful careers. You can see this when you enter the Counseling Center; pictures of senators and lobbyists adorned the walls like a family would decorate their living room. Occasionally you would see a space where a frame once resided, to avoid public media due to a recent tabloid scandal or when the wealthy official refused to donate any money. The spots would never be filled but instead just exposed the discolored concrete walls that held cheap, white paint.Teguh Oesman.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A requirement of graduating with a Political Science degree means that a student must complete forty hours of working with a campaign, and after the sanctioning of ALACORP by the government, it left a lot of activist organizations to work with: most for the equality between the apes and humans. I had my own volunteer responsibil
eagerly awaiting winterJust wait for the grey skies, andeagerly awaiting winter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the frozen grass at dawn.
For the burning lungs when
Morning air is inhaled.
Exhale, and suddenly
You’re an ice dragon, wisps
Of your breath against
The windows of the car.
Just wait for the scarves, and
The feel of knit mittens
Against your own bare skin.
And red lips, red noses,
Numbness in your fingertips,
And a hearth in your heart.
Just wait for the hot drinks,
Flavored coffees and tea,
Warming your cold hands and
Soothing your appetite.
Content nights by the fire,
Watching the ambers glow.
Mostly wishing that it
Would never end.
He can't be goneLying down peacefully in this bedHe can't be gone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a sleeping butterfly
His perfume still embalms the room.
His relatives' tears are resounding
I was told there is nothing much to do
I was told he didn't suffer at all.
He can't be gone.
Yet, I can see him smiling
His loveliness as unrealistic as usual.
Naive people tried to comfort me
How could they understand
Our relationship was outstanding.
Why can't I do anything
Except silently crying.
Yet, I'm sure he is staring at me.
Why is my mind so gelid.
When I'm reflecting everything we shared
More memories than if we've lived a thousand years
I will never, ever find someone like him
Able to understand my very soul.
Tears won't definitely stop running on my cheeks.
God, take my life instead
This world has no use of my soul.
Even eternity would have been too short for us.
I feel worthless, pathetic...
...And especially empty.
I don't care for this world anymore.
Don't leave me
I beg you
I need you
You gave my life a meaning
I would have rather died a m
Alone In The Darksitting in my chairAlone In The Dark1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the streets all a glow
looking at life
happening down below
they are all dancing
each with their own moves
the street lamps flicker
with a disco like grove
they are living their lives
without glancing my way
so much movement down there
that my eyes go astray
I close them for a moment
till my vision's regained
as the whole seen just vanishes
like an unwritten refrain
my brain plays it's tricks
deep in my mind
to my eyes it depicts
those moments long ago
next to a similar chair
next to my lost love
that scene would I share
no longer here
are the lively night glow
no longer here
is the smile I know
just a window at night
with a scene of a park
next to an empty chair
alone, in the dark.
Burdened With WritingSometimes I feel the colossal weight upon my shoulders whenever people regard me with such deep reverence in their eager shines. Writing – an amazing gift to weave tales of imagination with just a flick of a pen across fresh papers of a new notebook. Little do people know that writing can be a double edged sword at the best of times, especially when you’re thrown into a chaotic den where you’re surrounded by people wanting you to write something for them.Burdened With Writing1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A wise old man once gave me some useful advice, truthful words that still remain in my mind even until this day. He told me this: “Do not get yourself caught in a trap where you write for someone’s entertainment. The art of writing itself should be used as a simple instrument; you should write for your own enjoyment and pleasure.”
I was only a young girl when that happened, around eight years old. And yet if he were to see me right now, I could only imagine him being so disappointed with how I turne
How it all StartedA long time ago, before the sun shined or the moon rose, before the stars twinkled and the birds called, there was a storm.How it all Started1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This storm was the biggest ever seen, huge black clouds gathered in the sky burning with hot thunder and angry lightning. It twisted and turned, leaving a mangled landscape in its wake.
No matter where the storm hit, no matter whom it devastated, the storm never calmed. It became a restless burden on the earth, destroying her beautiful creatures and creations.
Soon the earth called upon the Ocean and the Sky, begging them for help. She asked them to destroy the storm to stop its endless rampage.
So the Sky summoned his strongest winds, while the Ocean gathered her most powerful waves to pursue the storm. Working together, they destroyed it.
The Skies winds smashed into the storms clouds, shattering them like glass and sending the glowing pieces in every direction. These pieces were soon to be called the stars.
The Oceans waves crashed over the storms body, casting
Summer Lust (2/4)Her clothes flew away like a smooth breezeSummer Lust (2/4)1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The atmosphere warmed up from several degrees.
Celine's body laid on her lover's, shameless,
Breathing louder at each of his caress.
She moved sensually her soft silhouette, dominating,
Holding tightly her man's chest, panting.
Gabriel wishes this moment could last forever
Filling his partner in with such fervor
How could he have ever guessed he had such ability.
Melting in love, he felt finally free
His lips married perfectly her breasts' shape
Ending this act from which no one wanted to escape.
Remember WhenRemember, rememberRemember When1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the first days of September,
when the breeze was
still cool and tender
Red leaves twirled around your dress,
as we danced in ultimate bliss.
and amidst the wind i stole a kiss
something I never thought I'd miss
But as the Autumn faded away,
our love gradually swayed,
much to our painful dismay,
we could no longer stay
At the city lights I look and sigh,
mourning the memory of what's gone by
and not a single day passes by
without regretting the word goodbye.
BombardmentBombardment1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone knew there were people. They said hello to their family in the morning. They went to work and got lost in their thoughts. They came home and went about their business.
It was around this time somebody discovered the sound. He started playing it, and, finding it mildly better than the usual silence, he took it with him. Over time, the noise got louder. It prevented the man from thinking, but it was still better than silence, so he kept it around.
The sound grew even louder, and it spread out across the world. Now, people couldnt talk anymore. There was no way to communicate. There was no way to think. The only thing that echoed through peoples heads was the sound. That, however, wasnt enough.
Soon, the sound took on a visual form. It was a spastic ball of energy, bouncing around, constantly bombarding peoples eyes, trying to get the worlds attention. It was doing remarkably well.
There was no thinking. There was no hearing. There was no seeing. If it was
What have you done?"Worthless being, you don't deserve anybody's affection."What have you done?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"...I already know."
He was holding his heavy head
Full of shame and lies instead
Tears wanted to flee but were stuck
His body motionless as a trunk
"You hurt her terribly this time, you silly moron."
"...Oh shut your mouth."
"She was kind and blind enough to love you, and yet..."
Slowly realizing what he has done
This petty mind was torn
From any sane mental state he flew
Painfully raising the head anew
"...You're pissing me off."
"And yet, you screwed everything she has brought you."
"...Stop talking, you piece of trash."
The gaze abnormally empty
Darkness surrounding him as a krone
World has become hostile so quickly
In his dreary room, alone
"...I should really stop talking to myself."
Spring Leaf (1/4)Celine remembered that night as an outstanding oneSpring Leaf (1/4)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alcohol's traitorous climbing had already begun
Rhythmic and noisy vibrations attacking her eardrums.
She wonders who was that cutie emptying his glass
Drunkness moved her legs to him, flickering
Puke on your crush is definitely not a decent greeting.
Gabriel actually found it cute, but a bit smelling,
He took care of her as if they were sibling.
...Time proceeded, two souls were having fun
Seeds of love sure have grown under the sun
From their laughs and grins, flowers of happiness bloomed.
Windy night under the stars, a first kiss happened.
Starry NightBrush strokes caress the pageStarry Night1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whispering soothing words to her.
Our young artist looks up to the sky
As he translates it to the paper.
The stars swirl and dance for him
And the buildings sway with them.
The twinkling of the stars descend
Precious words to him.
The wind blows strong upon the hill,
Dancing with the trees.
The artist records all that he hears
Along with what he sees.
He looks at it, his masterpiece,
Keeps it against his will
The stars are confident in him
And the night will not be still.
At the time his art is seen as trash,
But the night can see beyond.
One day his paintings will be known.
Of him, art will be fond.
The oceanCan you hear the surf?The ocean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This everlasting sound.
I can hear it all around me,
It surrounds me.
First a little whispering,
Suddenly powerful and like a lions roar.
Do you smell the salty blossom?
This wild perfume.
I could smell it everyday,
If I'd visit the bay.
Sometimes just a breeze,
Then a scent screaming out the waves.
Can you feel the spume on your face?
This flattering hand.
I want to feel it gently,
It touches me so friendly.
Initially a warm caress,
At least almost a strike.
The ocean the water the endless sea.
This Is The EndThis is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,This Is The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the end where I depart.
I have done enough,
To not deserve this part.
Where did we go wrong?
What words did I say,
For this act to fall apart.
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
Where the sun dies into night,
And mists dwell in hazel light.
We have had a good time,
Basking in the cool summertime;
Air, all that we know is,
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
How I loved you, and you loved me.
Woman you made me cry,
When I had to walk away,
And to see you stand there;
With tears in your,
Sad, sad eyes.
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
You made me angry with those,
Dulcet tones you said you'd never,
Let me go: forever we part.
© James Nankervis August 6th 2011
ObsessionYou are my obsession.Obsession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
Sordid lightsAs night covers the citySordid lights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over the sordid alleys
He waited for obscurity to appear
Rats run in the labyrinth of death
Night becomes sovereign
There he sits victor in his illusions
A grin shows decayed teeth
Staring at his new prey
Ready to blanket another lamb
Ignoring where this flesh came from
With their putrid and rotten corpses.
Wearing a laurels wed spilled with the crimson dreams
Of a cold collosus ready to stomp his victims
Remembering each sheeps he slaughtered before
Dressed in their blood
Sated of every child he silenced.
A knife to stab them like the shadows in his mind
Licking its reverse side like for the whorehouse's ladies
Pierce him from the penumbra of his brain
There he stands victor and powerful
The serial killer.