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• Dec. 20, 2009 - Random Anime Boys.
Posted By Little Miss Random
Got bored. Posting these because I'm B.O.R.E.D! See? You just learned how to spell my favorite word. PICTURE TIME!
 (I wanna hug him! He's so CUTE!)
 (I wanna have his syth...)
 (LOOK AT HIS ITY-BITY WINGS!!<3<3<3)
 (Amor; Alphonse Elric. Dude; Edward Elric. Al and Ed for short<3)
 (Random Dudes!)
 (Haha!)
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• Dec. 19, 2009 - "What's worth the price is always worth the fight."
Posted By Pip
Someone should write a book of prompts for blogposts. I literally sat here for five minutes without rational musings or logical bits of brilliance leaping to my fingers. *wild laughter* I've read way too many blogs with dull openings; the first sentence should create an impression that represents the post as a whole. But enough of this blah. Due to the disgracefully un-recent date to the last ramble on here, I have decided to once again haunt the cyber public. *shoves on nerdy glasses and gives her Reader a toothpaste commercial smile with sparkles and a blast of classical music*
The past two weeks have been a whirl of activity; the Jack Tale Players have had multiple performances which all require rehearsals and lengthy trips in a very old van. The director has also been running several performances of his Christmas play and I was one of the volunteers he had serving in the 'dinner' section of the dinner theatre. I've never tried my hand at waitressing, so it was a bit WOOOOOoooh at first but I warmed up to dashing back and forth with coffee and iced tea pitchers. Both Camirryn and Dadsy were waiters at one time, so I got some pointers in that regard. December has also brought me a singularly thrilling/terrifying experience: movie audition. *watches the Reader fall over dead* Paramount is remaking 'True Grit', an old John Wayne western, and they were having an open casting call for the state I live in. I prayed about it and my parents and I eventually came to the same conclusion that hey, I might as well. So Dadsy drove me up to the theatre they were holding the audition at and we stood in line for, I kid you not, three hours. Two cups of coffee were consumed in those three hours spent hopping around to ward off the cutting winds, not to mention an actual alley stretching out from our slow-moving meander to the glass double doors and a ton of normal girls who could honestly care less whether they made a professional impression (which they didn't to us, the ever-innocent bystanders). They had me fill out a form, rant at a casting director about who I was and why they should consider me (the rant lasting for a grand total of thirty seconds), and then we struck off on the long, snowy road back home. Drive for three hours, stand in line for three hours, talk for thirty seconds, drive for three hours. It was an eventful day. But I had a blast, despite unexplainable breathlessness and shaky legs as we walked out of the theatre, my eyes still scorched from the casting director's stony glare. *grins* I'm glad I was able to try out; I can technically claim to have auditioned for the lead role in a Hollywood movie.
I was asked by Momsie last week about the topic of a persuasion paper that would address one of the cultural issues I found lacking in justice. Years of observation has shown me an extremely troubling truth, one of those nasty little details that modern culture strives to cover with weak arguments which, shockingly enough, had been embraced by the crushing majority. Call me dramatic but this is one of those things which lurks behind prejudice! I'm speaking of the immediate assumption people make that homeschoolers are stupid. Count yourself fortunate if you've never had this blatantcy tossed in your face. I once heard these obstacle aptly described as a cross to be borne. One doesn't think about preconceived notions against the value of home educating when they think of persecution, but think about it: Johnny is educated outside of the government-financed school systems, he's not accepting the generous educational standards offered by the public school systems, thereby obviously not getting the correct or sufficient education he requires/deserves/shouldhavehad, so Johnny is stupid. Nice logic, huh? Not. I'm not out to flame public school systems, only state my opinion because I believe it should be addressed. If I were to write a persuasion paper, this would probably be the topic because no good argument can thrive without passionate belief in your viewpoint. Personally, I think that unless circumstances are such that the parents cannot educate their own child, communication between family members and the standard of education would be higher if Johnny was taught by his own parents, learning their world views and building his own based on the biblical values so savagely discarded from mainstream education. We lose ourselves to the constant stream of what beneficial citizens should behave like and discover that home educating is generally discouraged. Because of course, Johnny would learn better in a big classroom surrounded by detached peers, taught by an impartial teacher with an 'approved' curriculum (approved by whom, I might add? Is it possible that these teachers and the writers of their textbooks have world views which might conflict with the world view Johnny's parents wish to install within his heart and mind?), drenched in the cultural norm day after day instead of staying home and developing good character and a strong relationship with his family. I've noticed that when a homeschooler makes some sort of mistake, blame automatically falls on his parents for having raised him in such a fashion, or on the fact that he was homeschooled. And then when a public schooled or culturally accepted person messes something up, people are quick to make excuses because he was shoved into the ever-encompassing Flow. I thought the world owes us nothing. Apparently conformity is owed much! Why is it that those who set their gaze on heaven, rather than earth, are the ones to whom nothing is owed? Homeschoolers aren't robots without emotions, that the norm may slap a label bearing 'STOOPID' on and then throw away for useless. This rant shall now be ended. On a fringe note for this segment, I'd love to hear your opinion on this. The Hideaway has been very silent lately; what are your thoughts? Is there such a thing as an ideal mind, a cerebral level that a 'beneficial citizen' might chase after? If so, is it reached by public school systems, personal soul-searching, homeschooling or something else? Feel free to bash anything I've said. Opposition builds determination, does it not?
Our plans to go Christmas shopping were dramatically altered when it began snowing early this afternoon...and never stopped. The flakes are coming down in lashing sheets! In the almost-four years we've lived in this house, we've never had so much fluffy, milky, beautiful snow! The Girls and I were thrilled, running from one window to another and squeaking with delight at how much the drifts had grown since our last window-check. Falling snow is insanely inspiring. Which is a good thing, because my writing has recently dragged me through a laundry wringer, then chained me to a persnickety computer and shoved a leaky pen into my weary fingers. Exaggeration? I think not. I get into these weird moods where I doubt I'm even qualified to call myself a writer, and begin begging God to either blast me away with mad inspiration or distract me so I will quit worrying. I seriously can't imagine NOT writing, seeing as how when I don't write much of anything for a single day (*gasp*), I get all scared that maybe the words will one day just dry up and my fingers will curl idly around the handle of my cup brimming with tepid tea. Lately my writing has really suffered, whether from lack of time/inspiration, or from sheer exhaustion in trying to glean words from a scene where nothing.is.happening. This book is...a tad slow. So I threw in a rather violent curve of plot, which seemed to help. I am back on track and happily banging away the hours, loosely following my outline (*frowns at the wild laughter from her Reader and ahems*) towards a twelve-year-skip-ahead. My satisfaction is fragile when it comes to this particular book; it's given me way too much trouble sofar for me to say I'm now on safe ground.
This wraps up my month-spanning summary. I could bore you with piddling details, such as the fact that I now own an actual black cloak (*pleased smirk*) that I'm soon going to freak Wal-Mart employees out with, or the fact that I've already done a year's schoolwork, or the pros and cons of being iced in for a couple days so that we find it necessary to walk down our very long driveway to the mailbox (pro being the beautiful scenery and a nice sister-sister talk with Katsy, con being there was no mail on account of the crazy amount of snow we got this afternoon)...but what is imagination for? I hope your own life is going as colorfully.
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• Dec. 5, 2009 - Long time.
Posted By Fableboy
Hey guys it's been awhile, I don't even remember how all this works haha. Anyways that isn't the point. I thought i would let everyone know what has been going on with me lately.
Lets see where to start... um... well first off I graduated in April!!! I have already started college and i am enrolled in the Fireman/EMT training i am about to finish my first quarter and get all the core classes out of the way. Then in Jan. I start my fireman training.
Also I bought a brand new car 3 months ago and have already paid it off!!!! Which means i got rid of my red truck that was falling apart  but hey it was free lol.
Lets see what else... I was in 3 bands, but i slowly worked down to just playing in the one at my church so that is cool. We finally have a building for our church. Me and my dad built one, it cost to much to rent a place.
I guess the last thing that happened to me in a year is I started dating a wonderful girl named Rachel  , you guys know her as babyrach91. I met her years ago then we got back to talking 2-3 years back. Now i go to school with her. So all and all i would say it has been a great year!
I will try to be on more guys so just message or comment and i will do my best to reply.
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• Nov. 29, 2009 - Aunt's house!
Posted By littlereader7
Guess what? Yesterday my family and I went to my Aunt Carol's house! It was so, so, so, so, so, so, much fun. She owns two dogs and two cats. One of the dogs ( Isabel ) was not too good around children but sometimes she let me pet her. The other dog was Joe. He was the nice one. Whenever I passed by him he started to wag his tail a lot. Then there were the cats. There was Tucker, the cat that only came out at night ( I only got to pet him once. ). And there was the wonderful, little playful cat named Steward. I really love Steward. He is my favorite cat in the whole world. Let's see, I also got to eat squirrel meat, and venison ( deer meat. ). Oh! We also got to ride ATVs. It was bumpy but fun. Well, got to go.
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• Nov. 15, 2009 - lied
Posted By Evan commando
• Oct. 29, 2009 - NaNoWriMo Troubles Already
Posted By Katie
In a last desperate attempt she put her iPod on shuffle and decided to take a different path than usual. Turning the corner she walked slowly, listening to songs she had not heard in ages and thinking thoughtfully of why she could not come up with any inspiration - or enthusiasm . Then, she caught her breath. There, just across the street from her there was a little corner of the world where the grass was hidden from veiw by a layering of leaves - pink and orange and red blending to make an unmatched hue of peace and calm.
The tree above still held some of it's precious leaves, which created a roof of the same color. And there, dancing and spinning and twirling in joy was Maud - her muse. She looked enviously as she walked past, thinking of all the ideas waiting there with Maud, and thinking of her characters - wishing the feeling would never leave. But as she looked to the left of her, there was inspiration too. Was it possible to have two muses, she wondered? For there, alongside the cool gray stone mansion, surrounded by pale green grass was another muse - different, but just as inspiring - sitting atop a small pile of small boulders, with a carpet of yellowing leaves at his feet.
That could be Callan's manor, she thought happily.
She walked up and down the street for several more minutes - then took a quick stroll down the middle of a street. It was then that it hit her - or rather, Emily appeared again. For the first time in a year Emily was before her again - begging for a second chance. Willing - even - to become older, wiser, more mature; and, to take a friend along - a chum.
But her authoress could not decide. She had promised Callan a last try - he deserved one, didn't he? But how, oh how! was she to write a book for which she had no inspiration, no motivation - and very little desire?
The above is a creative, rather coded way of saying that I am torn between several stories - Emily's, Callan's and then Bayards (he wasn't mentioned in the above :D). I have no idea which story to do and NaNo is only two days away! *screams*
Should I write a brief summery of each? I think I will:
"Callan's" Story
Adrianna has loved to sing from an early age, but she doesn't love her family knowing. Shy of doing it in front of them she goes everyday to the town center to preform with her friends, who call themselves the 'Carnelian Faeys'. Her dream is to preform for the king, but her closest family and even some of her friends don't think she can. Now, torn between her desire to prove them wrong and her deepest wish that her family would know and support her, will she make the right decision? And what Callan, her good friend? Is he really just a friend, or something very more?
Emily's Story
Emily was a normal teenage girl - well, if you can consider an authoress normal, that is. She had her her school work, her hobbies, her music, her friends and of course, her writing. Until - that is - her characters and her muse materialized. Other people could see them now - sounds great, right? Not great. They don't listen to a word she says. They're falling in love with other characters, buying apartments and all but a few loyal ones are completely disregarding all she says. On top of that nobody believes that she's the one who actually created them, not even her best friend, Alex. But what'd she expect? Being an authoress just wouldn't be the same without everyone thinking you're crazy!
Bayard's Story
Bayard's story takes place in a very Edwardian culture, but in a fictional world. He's been best friends with Isolda since they were children, but now it's more than that. The only problem is, she loves a mutual friend of theirs. On top of that she's deathly ill. He wants to help her so badly, but how can he?
It's mostly the first two I'm wrestling between. This is my last chance to save Callan, but I'm not inspired for his story, and I am for Emily's. Besides that, I'm not sure if I even want to save Callan's story anymore, but I can't bare to let go of it! Any sugestions would be great!
~ Katie
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• Oct. 27, 2009 - Fall Fun with Hazel
Sweet Hazel has already arrived back at her home, but we still have some photos we took of her while she was here. I'll share those anyway.
 Hazel and her llama, Lena, enjoying the water fall at the JBC pond.
 Hazel and Lena and the pond.
 She's such a pretty girl, we took a few more photos near the pond.
 Hazel and some of her friends dress up for Halloween.
From left: Candy Corn Hazel, Ballerina Danica, Kitty-Cat Charis and Cheerleader Dante.
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• Oct. 24, 2009 - One Has to Wonder...
Posted By Pip
First sentences are always the worst. You sit and stare down at the happy little keyboard grinning up at you; you crack your knuckles and then instantly regret it; your head spins because there is so much seething around inside of you, trying to get out and prove something to all those people who innocently stumbled upon your bit of cyber-territory...and then horror swells up and conquers every other reeling emotion because you have come to a very dangerous conclusion: you have absolutely no idea how to start your post out. This is very often the case with me. I know what I want to say, I can't wait to say it, and then I traipse off disappointed because the first sentence simply refused me. Tragic, no? Heh. In my opinion, people should start their blogposts backwards and work their way to the beginning. Think Alice-In-Wonderland-Format; someone should copyright that and put it to good use.
It's sad how many people bypass God's fulfillment in the process of chasing after their ridiculous ideals. If we are so dead-set on reaching our own man-made goals, why do we strut around claiming to be a vessel for God's perfect plan? We can't see His urgings through the murk of our own standards! We make plans, we ignore open doors because we are still trying to tug some other door open by ourselves, we put all our effort into what we want to focus on rather than what God is whispering for us to do, to think, to become. We fail to reach our insane goals and then beat ourlseves up because arrogance snarls into our ears, "You just aren't good enough. What a terrible person you are! Stop trying, it's no use." Then we pay attention to the Spirit of God, the quiet presence that has been there all along, and we come to realize who we are and who we can become through God's mighty hand. Arrogance and despair literally run screaming. In their place surges joy, purpose, self-worth; life suddenly snaps into a fresh perspective. This is sort of what has been going on with me during this long, sad elusivity. The only way to become filled with God is to empty yourself of yourself. Sound easy? A divine smack-down is perhaps the hardest thing we can go through because as piddling little humans, we are forever straying from God's will to find a reality outside of His absolute truths. We want to rule our own existence, be the lord of our own lives. Big mistake, peoples. Base nature takes you down a shadowed path and danger lurks at every bend. Don't keep convincing yourself that you'll be alright, that a little sin is okay, that God's grace is sufficient for any rotten thing you might do in the meanwhile. "Oh, He'll forgive me because He's so good and anyway, I'm not that bad of a person. *nervous laughter* Right, guys?" [insert chirping crickets] In my personal experience, this is too often the little game we play with ourselves. Pretty sad, huh?
Now, dear Reader leans back in their chair and peer skeptically at the computer screen, wondering why this strange person always charges into her bit of cyberspace like this, ranting and railing about this that 'n the other. Wanna know why? I cannot contain it. If God has given you something to say, SAY IT. Don't hide your light just because you fear sounding like an idiot or making a fool of yourself. Yes, random person, I am talking to YOU.
*contented sigh* Now that I have that said, here's what's been happenin'.
Our internet upstairs has been turned off, and I must admit to feeling very...unshackled. I was throwing the wrong impressions of myself out to total strangers, putting too much of my energy into the wrong things. Now that I have stepped back to see what I'd been missing this past year, everything I'd let slip and all those convictions that had gotten weaker instead of stronger, I am thankful for the experience, hard a lesson as it was to learn. I feel more capable of facing other things, having that difficult time under my belt. Not continually being on the internet has allowed me to spend more time with my precious family, throw myself into my beloved writing with a new fervor, consider options for new dreams that I would never have thought about otherwise. I am sitting cross-legged in Momsie's big stuffed rocking chair, typing on her laptop and feeling a giggling autumn breeze tickle the back of my neck from the open window. 'Glad' is playing and we're having cold pizza for lunch. Life is good, no?
The week before last, we were blessed with the crazy opportunity of going on a weeklong vacation to Orlando, Florida. Dadsy had a business trip with the company he worked with, and financial resources were such that we were able to get five day tickets to all the Disney theme parks. Bewildered at the mere size and bravely facing the horrendous waiting lines and 90-degree weather, Momsie and the Girls and I bashed around every inch of every park [exlcuding Animal Kingdom, since we have a zoo somewhere nearby our own house] and had the time of our lives. Thankfully, we had a master plan copied from a guide to the parks we had purchased several weeks in advance, and were able to avoid most of the crushing crowds and general lost-ness. Being natural tourists and favoring wild laughter on the rollercoasters as opposed to terrified shrieking, we did almost everything there was to do. Dadsy got a half-day ticket on Friday, the last day we were there, and we ended our vacation with a kick, roaming around Magic Kingdom at night while the fireworks popped over our heads, feasting on crazy-big roasted turkey legs and slushies [!!!], unable to contain our smiles. I even had coffee MWAHAHAHA okay sorry. It was so much fun! Momsie took a ton of pictures, almost 300 if I'm not mistaken. On Saturday, however, we were spent and decided to brave the long road from Orlando to our tiny-town 11 hours away, on the same day. Stopping at a gas station in Georgia, we were startled to find the temps dropped down into the 40s! Talk about shock! It was freezing when we finally got home at 2:15 in the morning and we all developed sore throats and coughs. I don't care; it was worth it. This past week, we waded through school despite our maladies, and actually did very well all things considered. I was informed that I am now one-fourth of the way through my entire school year. The weather in our absence had tossed all our surrounding woods into a fair miasma of autumnal colors and the temps have remained around a comfy 70s.
Several noteworthy events have occured since my most recent, rather sad post. If you find any of this a repeat, rest assured that this coverage is much more positive than the information found in its predecessor.
For starters, I was admitted into a traveling theatre troup at the local college called the Jack Tale Players. We act out the folk tales of the Appalachians, most of the scripts written by our director who also happens to be a Ph.D. in theatre, and we perform them at schools, churches, libraries and folk festivals. Sofar we've had two performances that went very well. The work is rewarding because I love performing, and the Girls like hearing me rattle about the rehearsals. I recently got somewhat of a stunning piece of news; the director wants me to play the main character, Jack. *squeak* Jack has a lot of lines. *another squeak* I dearly hope my role won't be switched with someone else at the last moment, but nevertheless, Momsie said that the practice of memorization is never wasted. I have been plunking away at the lines all week and confidence has only now descended. Even if something happens and I can't play Jack, it was glorious fun grappling with the role at the time. I was basically given around three minutes during that rehearsal to learn the first part and though I fumbled quite a bit, the part is delicious to wrap one's mind around and I enjoyed myself greatly.
The library has an annual speech class and guess who's joining it. Yours truly, facing the 'firing squad of audience eyeballs'. The two classes I have sofar attended have gone well, much better than last year, and I was even asked to be the big cheese for the most recent one. They called me ''Madam Toastmaster.' Toastmaster's Speechcraft...I wonder how in the world they came up with that title. What does toast have to do with public speaking? Something to think about.
It's hard to explain this next bit because it envelops so much of my thought. You might recall me speaking about my novelinprogress, 'Wizard', from the recent posts. Well, dear Reader, I finished my beloved novel yesterday. 130K in under four months, bigger than any other novel I've attempted sofar. It was so strange, typing the epilogue to the end, because that book has literally been my consumption ever since I started it back in July. I woke up thinking about it, I went to bed worrying over it, I dreamt about it and filled page after page of my notebooks with things I had to convey, phrases that sounded purty, mental images that whole chapters centered around. The material was probably the hardest and most bittersweet I've had to bang out ever since I began writing around five years ago. But I think finishing my precious novel gave me a sensation of quiet triumph. I allowed God to guide it and it became a defiance against other books in its genre, other darker temptations that have recently tried to pull my writing into an evil rut. I literally could not stop writing as I neared the end; I hurried through everything else so that I could go and write, and I would lock myself up in my bedroom for hours, completing sometimes over 6K in one afternoon. The victory of finishing it has given me joy, but my heart was physically aching when I finally packed Pussy Willow [my laptop] away. So much of my soul has gone into 'Wizard', and now that it's finished, it's like '...what now? ' It felt so strange, not having another chapter to mess with this morning. I don't regret writing a word of it, though. Everything held conviction and a manifestation of my own struggles during the time of the writing. I see now however that the title of the book is actually contradictory to several remarks my kids [characters] made in it. The title isn't wrong but it's not straightforward and immediately gives people the wrong impression of its content. I believe that, should my novel ever be published [*smirks*], it would have to bear another title despite my incredulity regarding it being called anything else.
The answer to my borderline remorseness over the lack of something to write will, hopefully, be amended by NaNoWriMo. Yup, I'm still going to seal my doom *coughs* uh, I mean attempt it. Considering I have been known to bang out 9K in a single day, NaNo should be small potatoes. As far as I know, the book for November is about a very dear character I have had almost ever since I began writing, Saffron [stop laughing at his name, I refuse to change it] and his history, from sometime around his preteen years up to present day. He was abused as a child, ran off into the inner city and joined a bloodthirsty gang that preyed upon the fading light of sidewalk ministries and street preachers, got fed up with his existence to the point of suicide and then experienced God in a very powerful way. The events preceeding his conversion draw a very thin parellel between the conversion of Paul; I think Saffron was a bystander to the violence of his gang towards some preacher or something. The basis of the novel is mainly about his gentle yearning for a delicate young woman and her protective father, the willingless Saffron has to improve his life in hopes of proving the depth of his love to the young woman, their tender courtship and eventual marriage after the woman's father gives his consent, and then the struggles the new couple face after their decision to start an outreach center for the 'scum of the asphalt' while being oppressed by the consequences of Saffron's life-changing decision to become the victim of those he used to encourage, the persecuted rather than the one doing the persecuting. The novel reaches through a ton of material and I am insanely excited to write it; Saffron, who appeared in several previous works of mine which have also undergone some changes, is a multi-layered character with a quiet strength about his faith. Since the novel covers so much time, I may find myself having to do that annoying thing we authors so often resort to: 'So'nSo Years Later'. Gah! Just when I have gotten used to describing almost every moment of every day! *grins* But the novel will be powerful, I hope, and I am eager to see where God leads me with it.
Good grief, this post is entirely too long. It should last you until I bombard you again. Go and have a laughing fit.
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• Oct. 23, 2009 - Hazel at Dollywood
So we finally got a chance to take Hazel to Dollywood. I know, we've taken other traveling dolls to DW, but Hazel has never gotten to go, so off we go to show her the Harvest Festival Celebration going on at DW.
 Traveling Hazel gets her new pet llama, Lena, and
they get buckled up for the trip to Dollywood.
 YAY! After only 30 minutes in the carseat, Hazel and the family have arrived.
 When they arrive at DW, Hazel gets to snuggle up in the AG backpack.
 There are lots of pretty decorations at Dollywood celebrating the autumn harvest.
 She graciously posed on this old John Deere to please her host family.
 Hazel got to take a ride on the Rockin' Roadway.
 And she sat quietly in her seat to watch the production of Sha-Kon-O-Hey.
 But she was too small to be allowed to ride the Mystery Mine.
 The Mystery Mine looks quite scary anyway and Hazel was glad she didn't ride it.
 But she did get to ride the Village Carousel.
What a fun day Hazel (and the family) had at Dollywood!
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• Oct. 18, 2009 - Danse Macabre. Pt, 2.
Slash after slash, Hiroki quickly dodged Kyocho's attacks, but sometimes she would do a sudden back-handed slash, and would hit him right on the chest. Hiroki jumped some distance away, perhaps ten feet. Hiroki and Kyocho glared at each-other from that distance. Kyocho; not a bead of sweat on her body, and Hiroki; blood oozing from his chest and seeping into his T-shirt and hoodie. "Arrgh..." Hiroki mummbled, pulling off his sleevless hoodie from the heat. Kyocho raised a hand to her lips, and suddenly a butterfly-shaped mask apeard. Now only her eye's showed, but they were flickering with wonderfull electricity, it was no doubt that she was enjoying this. "Are you just going to bleed yourself to death there?" She hissed. "Or are you actually going to FIGHT?" Hiroki growled. "Shut up! I dont even know WHY your here!" "I'm here to kill you, now come and release your power to me!" She commanded, quickly flying at him and stricking his gut with one of the blades. He howled in pain, some dust came up from Kyocho's sudden movement. Kyocho blinked. Once the dust had settled, she saw that Hiroki's hands where on part of the staff. "GET OFF!" She yelled, twisting the handle, then striking his hands with the blade. "AAAH!!" Hiroki exclaimed, jumping back more. He raised his hands to his eye-level. They were bleeding like mad; some would think that he was wearing red gloves, there was that much blood. He winced, feeling sick, then looked back at Kyocho. "Who ARE you?"
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The little girl on the ball jumped down and looked around. Instantly, as soon as she relized she couldn't see him, she started bawling. The woman telling fortunes had tooken off the cloak on her, and rapped it around her shoulders. "Anna, whats wrong?" She asked with a smile, her cat-ears flickering from the cold wind. "Big brother...." She sniffed. "...I dont know where he is!" "Oh, I'm sure he's around here somewhere!" The woman coaxed, gently grabbing Anna and setting her on her shoulders. "Lets look for him, yeah?" Anna nodded. "Okay, Sayaka." They hadn't walked too far, when suddenly Sayaka started sniffing the air. "What is it, Sayaka?" Anna asked. Sayaka's eye's suddenly had slits in them, and fangs emerged from her lips. "Hiroki! He's being attacked!" |
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