He really ought to do something about that anxiety, JC thought, watching his friend jog around the apartment, cleaning, cooking, and constantly glancing at the clock. Jonah Green hadn’t slept a wink that night, in contrast to the object of his worry, who had shambled off to her room around seven o’ clock. Admittedly, JC hadn’t slept either, though he had every intention of blaming it on the Smoker’s fussing. Unlike Jo, the thinner man was definitely feeling the time of morning; he yawned, leaning against the arm of the couch and propping his chin on his palm, carefully arching the long, red things that used to be his
The door opened, a small cough announcing his presence. “May? Are, ah, are you still awake?”
Under the blanket, the Hunter smiled slightly. “Yeah,” she answered, sitting up and turning her head in his direction. It was a habit really, just to tell him he had her attention; she’d been full-on blind for almost a day now. “You’re still here?”
“Of course!” She chuckled at the indignation in his voice, honest offense at the idea he would abandon her. There was a small pause before he continued. “How’re you holding up?”
“I’ll survive. It’s not as bad
1. Figure out what's wrong with DA; I haven't been able to get into my inbox all week, and yesterday, the site itself wouldn't load.
2. Answer my RPs.
3. Work on my art for school, as well as some of my own.
4. Research for a paper.
5. Replay Portal2, to see if I can finally get the inspiration to actually write that next chapter, like I keep saying I'm going to do.
6. Update askblog; May's going to start losing her lucidity this weekend.
7. Finish Walking Dead game (and, based on what I'e heard about the ending, cry for a few hours.)
8. Catch up on TV episodes I skipped.
9. Just plain old catch up; I'm watching Doctor Who and Superna
SATs are tomarrow, so, um, wish me luck? I've got to actually get up in the morning, so I really just came on to post this.
Oh, and everyone I RP with? I'll try to get you guys responses by the end of the weekend. What little writing I do's probably going to be focused on my askblog, since I already know how that plot's going to go, and I don't have to be...spontaneous. Sorry.
“Well, that went well. Told you we should’ve gone to Jocko’s.”
“Oh, don’t be like that, I’m sure they were just–”
The Hunter turned, scowling. “Did you see the looks that waitress was giving us? She was ableist, beanpole; the only reason she was waiting on us was because her boss would fire her if she didn’t.”
Jonah sighed, glancing to the side. “I-if you say so.” May snorted, turning around again and setting off down the sidewalk.
“Damn Carriers,” she growled.
It really was a nice evening, well, would’ve been if the dinner hadn’t
Smile, I tell myself, glancing through the crowd, catching the eyes of a few of my friends and nodding to them. They nod back. I clutch my bag a little tighter against my chest, forcing my mouth to turn up at the corners, nothing too big, but enough to keep them happy.
It’s strange, how long it’s been since I last went through these gestures…and at the same time, I couldn’t for the life of me tell you the last time I’d been fully, truly, genuinely happy. All those social learning classes, teaching me how to act? Oh yes, when it comes to my feelings, I’m a world class liar. As long as I don’t explode
Because I really don't want to take down the one with the Chelley comic, but gods do I need to vent...
Very simply: I'm still behind on both my homework and fanfics, and the air here is super dry today/night. If I get one more nosebleed, I might need a blood transfusion... It's really gross, I know, but at this point, it's just annoying the hell out of me, as well as the fact I've got like twenty multichapter fics I'm so behind on I'll probably have to start them over, and the fact school is destroying my life/creative/freetime, and I needed to complain.
Ah well. Back to writing!
He stumbled against the chimney, face contorted in pain. The Smoker slumped to the roof, removing one bloodied hand to smother a cough.
A soft rumble made him look up, right into the face of the Hunter he shared the roof with. A small, involuntary smile tugged the corners of his mouth, and he reached out one green-stained hand to pat the top of her head in an attempt to communicate all was well. She shook her head and leaned forward, snuffing dismissively at the gesture, quickly finding the location of his wound. The moment her fingers brushed it, he gasped, yanking his leg away as a new wave of pain racked his body. His friend crouched ther
"Oh, do stop worrying, beanpole, before you wear a hole in the floor." May yawned, stretching out on the couch. Behind her, Jonah paced the short hall between the kitchen and the sofa, wringing his hands. "Shouldn't you be home with your family right now?"
"I spent Christmas with them, they understand." He sighed. "I-in fact, Sam made some rather, um, s-silly jokes."
"I-it's not f-funny!" he cried, pausing in his pacing to shoot her one of those wide-eyed, worried looks. She glanced back, smiling.
"It's not a big deal, Jo. So your brother thinks we're a couple? So does have the internet. Sit down, have some cider, and watch
It was almost a normal check-up day. She got up, made her bed (well, tossed the blankets back in place,) ate breakfast, took her meds, got dressed, and was out by 12. At the doctor's by 12:30, and out by 1. That was all it was supposed to be, nothing new, or different in her schedule…except for on the way out.
Someone called out her name. The hunter turned, surprised to find a grinning Survivor-no doubts with those scars-waving and hurrying over.
"Oh gosh, May, I thought I'd never see you again! How long's it been? I can't believe it; how are you?" He reached out towards her. The woman swatted his hand away and retreated a few steps, should
First thing to keep in mind is what your character is doing in Aperture. They are either
1. Test Subject
Any number of backstories and explainations can arise from this, considering the different levels of standards Aperture went through for their test subjects. Why did they sign up? Did they sign up, or were they abducted off the street, or some such place? What did they leave behind? Are they as happy with their job as they thought they'd be? If this takes place post-games, they were almost certainly in the long-term storage section discovered at the end of the Co-op. If it's a past-fic...what were they testing? Who were
It starts as simple as a thought, deep in her mind
And the child looked up to her sister and asked,
"What if someone painted a picture in blood?"
The young woman laughed nervously, and said she supposed they'd be famous
And the child stood silent and thought.
She asked her teachers, each and every one
One looked ready to cry.
She never understood the big deal,
Because everyone bleeds,
So why such a fuss?
The child grew up.
Life became worse.
The world darkened.
On her own, in her room, the teen wondered:
"What if someone painted a picture in blood?"
She looked at the walls and tried to picture desig
He remembered most of what happened after they installed the tech, but the drugs they'd given him beforehand fuzzed the past. He did all sorts of little things to remember: hiding a photo of his family in his new living quarters, sending them letters, forcefully upbeat and cheerful, making excuses about the holidays. He called on his little brother's birthday and nearly burst into tears on the phone. He forced himself to keep calling.
They couldn't see him now.
They'd never know what he did to put food on the table, to send them to school, to keep them in the bloody country. They'd never see the plugs in his back, or the wires under his ski
Alright, another one of these. This is just me getting a feel for what the Portal section of you guys would be interrested in...If I ever get the time to write a multi-chapter Portal story, what would you most want to see?
1. That Portal2 re-telling you keep teasing us with...the one with the android Wheatley, and Backup.
2. An AU, boarding-school Chelley, with robots.
3. A pre-game story, with humanization.
4. A post-game story, with a human community for Chell and Wheatley to integrate into and everything.
5. More Wheatley angst.
6. Write GLaDOS for once.
...Granted, #6 and #1 overlap a bit, but they're not mutually exclusive ^^;
"One True Pairing" ship: Chelley (Portal2)
"One True Threesome" ship: …Erm, I found a pretty good Zelda/Link/Shiek fic once. Surprisingly enjoyable if well-written.
"Canon" ship: Midlink (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) is totally canon.
"Not Quite Canon but Should Be" ship: AnwarFana (Avalon Code) For anyone who doesn't know, Anwar is a boy who's emotions were locked away from him for years, and Fana is a saint of a girl who was so sick she was bedridden for years. You get to cure both of them, and since Anwar moves in right around the corner from her house, I can totally see this happening.
"If This Happens, I'll Stab My Eyes O
For a girl who never texts, never even owned a cell phone until ninth grade, joining the internet was a cultural shock. That's me, by the way, the girl with no phone.
It was just a conversation, on fanfiction.net. I commented that a story could use some improvement, the author wrote back thanks, and that she'd work on it. I smiled and wrote: "KO!"
"...You got knocked out?"
"What? No. It's like OK, but...y'know, mixed up a little."
"Huh. Never heard it before. Always meant 'knocked out!' before."
I hurried to a site that claimed to translate text-speak, and looked it up. Sure enough, the term I'd been using my entire life was
Sorry for vanishing for so long. There was a bit of an...incident. I lost a lot of my muses. I lost a couple of friends, both online, and Real Life. And I've been cowardly avoiding the 1000+ messages waiting for me over here. I don't blame any of you if you're fed up and tired of me; I wouldn't blame anyone for leaving. Hell, I'd be surprised if you stayed.
I've been working on my original writing, and I've been working on fanfics for a couple of new fandoms I got into to try and compensate for said lost muses. I haven't been doing much art, and my scanner's sorta busted anyway...
I'm trying to get a fresh start. I'm just going to clear out
I'm borrowing my dad's computer while he works on the fireplace... Due to the, um, deadness of mine, and the fact the majority of internet devices do not appear to like devArt, and my library has it on a filter for some reason, I haven't been able to get on. And no, I'm not sure when I'll be able to get on again. I've come on to answer my messages and respond to my notes, and considering how many of them there are, I don't know if I'll be able to get through all of them. So, this journal is really just to say, I'm sorry I'm never on, it can't really be helped, and I'm sorry if I don't respond. I swear I'm not ignoring anybody, though I know s
Go on, guess.
You'll get it sooner than you think.
Because you see, I just realized I get more done when I'm on the computer (as opposed to the iPad that supposedly belongs to me, but I only really get to use after everyone else goes to bed, or when they're too busy with other things) so I went to turn it on. And you know what happened?
This isn't like the other times it wouldn't start; at least those times, it began to boot up. At least those times it made an effort.
This time? Nothing. Not a wirr, not a light, no sign that I'd even pushed the button.
I can't say I'm surprised. I mean, it's been threatening to