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only_veetee — Thu, 31 May 2012 02:19:37 GMT

I know that a few people have friended or followed me here because I've been writing a lot lately. I haven't used this journal in a long time, and the idea of cleaning it out seems exhausting. I've decided that it's time for a change (and hopefully I'll be more dutiful in posting again.) If you'd like to, you can now find me at queenkerosene. I don't intend to friends lock that journal, so come on over!

only_veetee — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 03:19:10 GMT

I have to say that it was a lovely experience participating in rs_games this year. It was my first time ever doing the games and I loved it a lot. I was so flattered and pleased with all the feedback I got back for my entry!

only_veetee — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 02:25:41 GMT

http://youtu.be/VY67V0wOlz8

So I have to say that I'm quite intrigued by the Snow White and the Huntsman trailer. I kind of wrote this movie off because, as anyone who knows me well is aware, I really, really hate Twilight. I have no interest in seeing anything featuring Kristen Stewart.

But this is a surprisingly good trailer. Of course, the first thing that caught my attention is that the background has a very Inception/Tron: Legacy-esque feel too. (Interestingly enough, the first shot of someone dying in battle looks very similar to how people are derezzed in Tron.)

The trailer's lovely though. Charlize has great narration, there's lots of great artistic shots showing the way the special effects are going to be used. I'm excited to see Chris Hemsworth. I adore the shot of him with the axes as the Queen asks for someone who doesn't fear the Forest.

Yet, then we get to Stewart. It's still such a bizarre casting call to me. The comments on the video are either about how she's going to discredit the role (which is the camp I'm in) or the Twi-hards saying she's going to prove herself. I would die to know how she was cast, because it seems almost as if they're trying to pull both camps in to see the movie. I wonder if that will actually happen, because I know as much as I adore this kind of movie, she is a severe turn-off to me. I always hate to say that a single person ruins the entire movie, but I very much think this could be the case with Stewart.

I think this trailer does somewhat emphasis that. When the Queen is warned of her impending beauty, we get the shot of Stewart blindly wandering around the woods wearing her trademark partially-stoned expression. I also enjoy that when the Queen talks about her red lips, we see Stewart's lips--which are pretty darn pale. Odd, odd. Of course, it's also been mentioned that Stewart doesn't talk in this trailer.

I'll be interested to see what comes out of this movie. Still not sure if I'll go pay to see it in theaters though.

only_veetee — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 02:15:47 GMT

Etsy
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only_veetee — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 06:58:32 GMT

[mood| pleased]
[music| ] The Kill by Thirty Seconds to Mars

The more and more I think about and reflect on this past year, the more it seems I know people who are competiting for the award of 'Shittiest Relationship that Seriously Fucks Up Your Friendships'. I would like to note that this is not all of my friends. So shut up if you're in a relationship and don't make the automatic assumption that I'm talking about you. <3 If you ask me if I think this list applies to you, I will not answer.

This revelation has mostly come about upon the realization that whenever I talk to people, they always want to know the dirt on Ashley and Joe, because they are "THE ENGAGED COUPLE". Ashley and Joe are probably the normalest, and most boring couple that I know. They are maybe one of the few couples that I can hang out with as a couple. Yet everyone wants dirt on them. I can name five couples easily off the top of my head that are twice as screwed as the A&J. Give me a further thirty seconds and I may be able to come up with ten.

Hence, I thought it was very important to reveal this guide : Ways To Know You're In A Relationship That Annoys Your Friends.

I would also like to add this is a series of generalizations that I have developed over the past few months. It is not based on anyone specific.

Way Number One : You no longer hold your own opinion on anything. It's "We thought this..." or "We liked/didn't like that..." This rule mostly applies when the multiple person view is used for a long portion of time. Additionally, you can never have an arguement with the significant other, because it means you have thought differently. Arguements are a healthy part of relationships.

Way Number Two : You are no longer even a single entity! When a person invites YOU to come somewhere, you make the automatic assumption that the significant other HAS to come. Friends do not called "THE COUPLE" to hang out all the time! Be wary of when the situation actual calls for "THE COUPLE" and just "YOU".

Way Number Three : You cannot be bothered to hang out with friends and/or return phone calls because you are too busy with the significant other and doing such would result in lost of significant other time.

Way Number Four : You stop spending time with certain friends because the significant other does not like them. A good significant other will either a) let you hang out with said friends on your own or b) endure time with said friends because they want to please you, and then bitch openly about said friends later on.

Way Number Five : You will not shut the hell up about significant other and have no stories that do not feature significant other. Though it can honestly be annoying when you have to go a day without significant other, friends do no want to hear it. (Whining about being away from the other for A DAY almost ranks as a number of its own). When you are with friends, it is friend time. Additionally, friends do not want to hear stories that solely feature significant other. Most of the stories may feature significant other, but if all, you will be labeled "clingy".

Way Number Six : Trying to make the protest that you are not simple "SO AND SO'S SIGNFICIANT OTHER" yet will not be seen without the other's company. You simply are "SO AND SO'S SIGNIFICANT OTHER" then. Shut up.

Way Number Seven : The new significant other does not make any attempt once so ever to talk and get to know your group of friends. Friends will instantly label significant other an asshole.

Way Number Eight : You constantly have to proclaim how "DEEPLY IN LOVE YOU ARE." Okay. Really, if you're honestly and truely in love, friends do not need you to proclaim it over and over and over to see that you are. Simple and slightly repeated sayings of affection toward said significant other will let the meaning sink in.

Way Number Nine : You get mad and/or upset over this list.

Way Number Ten : The not understanding of why the friends might be upset with you, and becoming defensive about it. Read one-nine. Repeat until understanding occurs. Additionally, if further evidence is needed, remember that most friends are not trying to sabotage your relationship, but are merely trying to help you.

Would anybody like to add any additional ways on?

only_veetee — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:16:09 GMT

[mood| dirty]
[music| ]10th Man Down by Nightwish

serenity_lims

only_veetee — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:58:36 GMT

[mood| moody]
[music| ]Steady As She Goes -- The Ranconteurs

Written for 1character. Fifty sentences. Spoilers for the movie they're from. ;D READDDD.

Title: Child of Mine
Fandom: Four Brothers
Character: Jack Mercer
Disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers or any of the characters.
Rating: PG-13

01. Snow
At the Mercer house Jack quickly learned that he had to keep up with his older brothers, and by the second time it snowed during his first winter there Jack could make a perfect snowball.

02. Child
When Jack turned eighteen he went to the park and sat on the swings, watching some of the younger children playing, and vaguely wondered if he had ever really gotten the chance to be a child anyway.

03. Brick
He could see Bobby out of the corner of his eye, angrily beating somebody with a brick, and he bit back the cry that bubbled in his throat, wanting to see his brothers one more time.

04. Judgment
Jack was always angry when people passed quick judgment on his brothers, calling them delinquents and troublemakers, because they were people willing to accept a person like his last foster father just because he drove an expensive car and wore a fancy suit.

05. Powder
Ma fumed when she found out how many drugs Jack had picked up, and he didn’t even try to vindicate the rush of peace and forgetfulness that the powders proved him, just hung his head and mumbled a promise to get help.

06. Grim
When Jack heard what happened to his Ma he didn’t think he’d ever stop crying.

07. Trap
Jack should have known it was a trap, but he was too angry, because his mother was gone and his brothers were fighting and he needed a fight and was too blind to see.

08. Star
It didn’t matter to Jack that he was considered to be a third-class rock star, because he just loved the thrill of having anybody enjoy the music that he coaxed out of his guitar.

09. Possession
Ma had decided to officially adopt Jack after he had lived with them for a year and a half; she had shown him the adoption papers briefly, explaining that this meant he was officially a part of the family now, and he had smiled wide with happiness as his brothers surrounded him with a hug.

10. Bandage
Evelyn had been astounded when the brothers had come home one day, bringing Jack into the house with knuckles that needed to be bandaged, but Bobby had just proudly proclaimed that Jackie had knocked out a guy twice his size for calling him a fairy.

11. Pearl
Jack’s skin pearled with sweat the first time he got a tattoo and he had to bite down on his lower lip; but he was determined to get the first letter of his brothers’ names designed into the swirls of ink on his back.

12. Glass
Bobby took him out the day after his eighteenth birthday and kept passing him glass after glass of alcohol, laughing as Jack started to slur his words and proclaim that he could indeed hold his alcohol; Bobby had to take care of him the next morning when he was completely hung over.

13. Classified
All three of his brothers knew what had happened to him before he came to the Mercer house, but they pretended like they didn’t, treating it like it was the most classified information they had ever come across.

14. Buttons
Jack shied away from his brothers even after he had been there for awhile and had thrown a tantrum once when Angel tried to undress him for a bath; so Angel told him sternly that he could undress himself, then, and had watched with something that hinted of impressed pride as Jackie's little fingers undid all the buttons of his shirt.

15. Closet
Bobby’s entire joke about “Jackie being a fairy” came from the fact that Jack used to hide in the linen closest when he was scared and would only come out after they had spent the better part of an hour pleading.

16. Ash
Jack didn’t like to eat when he first came to the Mercer house because everything still tasted like ash in his mouth, so Jerry would volunteer to make an extra dinner for Jack of anything he wanted.

17. Definition
Jack had frowned when Angel had tried to explain what a last name was to him, and had actually looked the definition up in the dictionary that Jerry kept in his room.

18. Staircase
There was an accident one day, and Jack took a tumble down the stairs and broke his arm, but all his brothers watched in awe as the doctor set his arm, and Jack didn’t make so much as a whimper.

19. Nail
Jack came home one day from school with scratches over his wrists and Angel had frowned and asked him where he had gotten them from; when Jack muttered they were from his teacher, Bobby and Angel had gone up to the school and Jack was transferred to a different class the next day.

20. Prey
Jack still couldn’t handle watching his brothers beat on anybody, because he could still remember the time when he had been the one that was receiving the pain.

21. Backwards
When Jack turned thirteen, one of his aunts tried to adopt him and Jack stopped talking and eating again and when Angel came in to give him the news that the entire thing was over with, he cried like he eight for three hours on Angel’s shoulder.

22. Trouble
Jack had never seen Bobby so angry as the time when some ninth grader picked on him when he started going to school again; Bobby had sent Jack home with Jerry to get bandaged up and then proceeded to make sure the ninth grader never so much as looked at Jack again.

23. Little
He was always the littlest Mercer brother, no matter who passed through the house, and while that meant he always had Bobby’s, Angel’s and Jerry’s protection, it also meant that he bore the full brunt of their teasing.

24. Collar
The first time Jack ever wore a suit was for Jerry’s wedding, and he kept fidgeting with the collar, nervous, because Jerry had asked him to be the best man.

25. Circle
The brothers stood in a circle when they prayed, hands linked and honestly thankful that they had been brought together, even if it was through pain.

26. Hands
Jack’s first memory of Evelyn was of her hands; instead of bringing hurt and shame upon him like everyone else’s, they were always open and gentle.

27. Freedom
Jack envied the freedom other children had, glancing out the window of his first foster home.

28. Last
The last time Jack saw his Ma was when he was moving out, and she had clung to him, obviously trying not to cry as she let go of her last baby.

29. Scab
Jack was always self-conscious about the scabs and scars his body was always covered in, but Jerry, the quiet one of the pack, had pulled him aside one day and showed him his own scars.

30. Crown
Jack’s crowning achievement was when he finally finished writing his first song and was able to play it for his Ma and brothers.

31. Time
Jack didn’t say a single word for nearly a week after they brought him to the Mercers, but Ma was diligent, telling the boys to just give him time.

32. Rice
Jack wanted to make dinner one night to surprise Ma; but instead he spilled a pot of rice and Angel had to come downstairs and clean it up, Bobby had to run to the store to get more ingredients and Jerry looked through cookbooks for something they could actually make.

33. Worn
They all sneaked out of the house one night to see a movie that Ma had forbidden, but Jack shivered the entire night, defiantly going in just a ripped t-shirt; finally, Bobby rolled his eyes and threw his worn, leather jacket at Jack’s head.

34. Paint
Jack couldn’t fathom the idea of his own room when he first moved in, much less the entire Saturday that his brothers spent in repainting it when Ma had gotten Jack to whisper that his favorite color was blue.

35. Ache
The first time someone kissed Jack was when he was fourteen, and he felt a familiar ache of fear and sickness in the pit of his stomach and had to pull away, ashamed.

36. Cherry
Evelyn caught him with his pockets full of food – old bread rolls from dinner and half-eaten chocolate chip cookies – and when Bobby found out he rolled his eyes, went to the freezer and got Jack a bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

37. Library
Jack learned everything that was important to him from his brothers’ knowledge that seemed to span further than a roomful of books could; they taught him how to live and protect his life.

38. Win
Bobby taught Jack how to play hockey when he first came, but he was small and scrawny and got pushed around for a long time, so when the Mercer brothers won their first hockey game because Jack hit the winning goal Jack couldn’t stop re-enacting the entire game.

39. Loss
Jack hated it when his brothers moved out of the house one by one – Bobby off to make trouble, Angel off to the marines, Jerry to get married – and would lock himself in his bedroom for hours, headphones on, pretending that he wasn’t crying.

40. Fold
Bobby, Jerry and Angel were used to various foster kids passing in and out of their house, but when Jack came to them, they knew that he was staying and that he was theirs to protect, teach and enter into the fold.

41. Music
The first time Jack heard a guitar something inside of him was moved; and he saved up the little allowance that Ma gave him for six months so that he could buy a cheap guitar and pluck at the strings, testing notes.

42. Bell
Evelyn was always worried about the boys being late to school, but that was one thing that they never managed to do because they were always racing each other down the street, trying to beat each other, and never mind the school bell.

43. Sleep
Jack couldn’t sleep for a long time even after he came to the Mercer house, and would stay awake staring at the shadows in the corners of his room waiting for them to attack; but when his brothers found out about this they took turns sleeping in his room, on the floor, every night.

44. Contact
Bobby was frustrated for weeks after Jack arrived because the younger still flinched away from him, long after he was comfortable with Angel and Jerry; finally Bobby grabbed him one day and told him sharply that they were brothers and Jack had stared at him for a moment before carefully hugging him.

45. Electricity
Jack was homesick when he first left and it wasn’t until his band played their first show and Jack could taste the excitement and electricity ricocheting and rolling through the crowd that he started to feel at ease again.

46. Milk
The first time he wrestled with his brothers it was because Jack wanted the last of the milk and Bobby had the bottle in his hand with a smirk on his face, saying that he bet Jack couldn’t pin him.

47. Wild
Jack nearly lost himself when he was seventeen, caught between drugs and parties and his insatiable lust for rock, but he tried to shape up the instant he came home sick one night and made his Ma cry.

48. Expectation
Jack had been terrified when he found out he was being placed in a home with three boys older than him, suspecting he was going to be picked on when he arrived and was probably going to have to constantly steal food; it was only when Jerry took his hand and showed him which room was his that he started to wonder that maybe this time would be different.

49. Mechanism
When Jack arrived at the Mercer house there were certain odd things engrained in his behavior - defensive mechanisms that had been instilled from his various foster homes, like his stutter and soft voice, but he shed those after a while, his brothers being all the protection he needed.

50. Finale
Some part of him was scared, blood flecking his lips and spilling down to his chin, but the other part of him wanted to tell Bobby that it was okay, because he really was safe now.

only_veetee — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:32:21 GMT

[mood| bitchy]
[music| ] The Kill -- 30 Seconds To Mars.

These are the sentences I did for 1sentence. They star Connor MacManus and Murphy MacManus from The Boondock Saints. READ.

Like fo' seriously.

02. Hero
Murphy never told Connor that he completely idolized him and knew that he was the older brother in some distant part of his stomach; he never needed to since Connor already knew.

03. Memory
Connor and Murphy grew up together, and sometimes their memories overlapped and their younger selves blurred together into one child, because they couldn’t remember who was doing what.

04. Box
Murphy could never quite confess to Connor how terrified he was of being shot and the idea of dying because it meant being stuffed into a box that was covered in dirt for all eternity, separated permanently from his twin.

05. Run
Connor had been surprised to see Murphy being picked on one day when they were at school – everyone got along with Murphy; and before Connor had thought about what he was doing he was racing across the playground, fists flailing.

06. Hurricane
They stood in the middle of a raging rainstorm and Murphy screamed at Connor, his dark hair dripping into his eyes as they fought for the first time in years.

07. Wings
All the neighbors thought they were angels.

10. Drink
Murphy loved to re-enact the funny bits of their “job” when he had too many drinks; Connor liked to hit him when he was upside down on the table and flailing.

11. Midnight
It was midnight in the middle of a broken down jail cell and Connor and Murphy felt holy; blessed as Saints.

13. View
Connor used to love to go up to the roof and view Boston in all its splendor and squalor, but after the Russians he would stand and stare, his wrists throbbing.

14. Music
After Murphy learned of Smecker’s eccentric habit of listening to opera music while on a crime scene he took to mimicking the other, dancing around inside their apartment with a goofy grin on his face while Connor pushed him out of the way and tried to talk to the annoyed police officer on the phone.

16. Cover
Murphy caught sight of one of the men pointing a gun at Connor and he dove, knocking Connor to the ground and covering his twin’s body with his.

17. Promise
Before they left for America, Ma made Connor promise to take care of Connor, and Connor took that agreement seriously; he took care of Murphy to the end, pushing his twin aside and catching two sharp bullets to his chest.

18. Dream
Connor had sensible ideas for his future when they were younger; but Murphy was always dreaming of ways to turn the world upside down, and Connor sighed because he knew whatever Murphy was planning Connor would be there, and his own dreams became irrational.

19. Candle
Connor lit a candle every night in the church around the corner and prayed for both of their souls.

20. Talent
Murphy’s favorite trick was to curl his tongue and blow smoke rings in Connor’s face when he was trying to sleep.

22. Journey
The next time Murphy returned to Ireland it was to bury Connor and he was sick the entire way.

24. Strength
Pain lanced through Connor from the gunshot wound in his leg, but Murphy knew that Connor would cry out the least of them when the iron pressed searing into his skin; what Murphy didn’t know was that Connor drew strength from him when he clung to his brother.

25. Mask
Murphy and Connor were fraternal twins, but when they put their masks over their face, their physical differences ceased to exist and they became one and the same, moving and breathing in exact, rhythmic patterns.

26. Ice
Murphy hated winter; he hated snow and ice, but always managed to find every single ice patch on the street and slide over it while Connor laughed, until he grabbed his brother’s arm and brought them both crashing to the ground.

27. Fall
The single scariest moment of Murphy’s life was when he looked up and saw Connor falling from the top of the building; the Russian gangster holding a gun to his head never even compared.

28. Forgotten
Connor became scared of Murphy after nearly a year of killing because his twin seemed to take a certain amount of enjoyment in what they were doing, and Connor wondered if he remembered exactly why they were doing this, because Connor, himself, couldn’t remember.

29. Dance
Murphy loved to dance, and would do so by himself, because Connor felt awkward just watching his twin (because Murphy really couldn’t dance).

30. Body
Connor was splayed across the ground, two bullet wounds punctured through his torso and Murphy clung to him, because Connor was never just a body; Connor was his brother.

31. Sacred
Their rosaries hung intertwined by the doorway.

32. Farewells
When they left Ireland it was up to Connor to say the good-byes, and everyone thought Murphy was cold because he just wanted to leave without saying anything; but Connor knew it was because Murphy would have cried with each farewell he made.

33. World
Murphy was the one that wanted to go to America and wanted to see something besides Ireland, and even though Connor loved their home he knew that his place was beside Murphy.

34. Formal
Ma insisted that they had a formal education, but she also taught them things she knew they would need, like how to fight and how to speak in twelve different languages, because a part of her was aware that one day they would meet their father.

36. Laugh
Connor secretly suspected that Murphy became such a great friend for Rocco because Murphy loved to laugh more than anything and Rocco always needed somebody to laugh at his jokes.

37. Lies
Murphy lied often to Ma and got away with it, but when he came up to their room and tried to feed the same tales to Connor, his twin would slap him across the face.

38. Forever
Connor couldn’t always remember a time before the killing; it seemed to stretch infinitely into the future and continuously into the past and Murphy clambered to bring his brother back into some semblance of the present.

39. Overwhelmed
When Murphy was shot by Il Duce Connor was terrified but couldn’t stop firing his gun, had to stay concentrated, so he started screaming his brother’s name over and over, without realizing it.

40. Whisper
When they were younger, Murphy used to always whisper his prayers out loud, and Connor would quietly listen, unable to stop a pleased grin from spreading across his face at the end when Murphy asked God to watch over his brother.

41. Wait
There was a pause before they broke into Papa Joe’s house and Connor wanted to grab his brother suddenly, knowing that this was a bad idea, and whisper a warning of wait, but Murphy was already moving, excited and alive.

42. Talk
Connor and Murphy didn’t really need to talk anymore to communicate; they could tell how the other was feeling or what he was thinking just by subtle movements and expressions that nobody else would ever notice.

43. Search
Murphy had known that he wanted a tattoo for a long time, and Connor decided to get one as well, but it took them weeks to find exactly what they were looking for; strangely (or maybe not), it was in church when Murphy realized exactly what they needed to get.

44. Hope
Murphy felt hopeful as he stepped into their slum of an apartment, because Connor was by his side and their entire future was stretched wide and shining in front of him.

45. Eclipse
When Connor died, Murphy’s entire world blacked out.

46. Gravity
Connor couldn’t think as he stumbled up onto the roof with the toilet, completely consumed with saving Murphy, and nothing mattered as gravity caught hold of his body and dragged it, plummeting, to the ground.

47. Highway
Connor drove them everywhere inside the city, because Murphy had a love for and tendency to speed; but once out on the highway Connor fell whim to his brother's obsession, buckling up in the passenger seat, clutching the side door, and praying.

48. Unknown
Even though there was no actual proof some part of Murphy had always known that Connor was the older brother, because of the way Connor always took care of his twin first.

49. Lock
Connor got pissed at Murphy soon after they moved to America, because his brother was moving too fast, meeting too many people and Connor was afraid of being left behind, so he locked his brother out of their apartment until Murphy cursed and begged to be let back in.

only_veetee — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 22:13:23 GMT

[mood| lazy]
[music| ]SURRENDER by Matchbook Romance

These are the sentences I did for 1sentence. They're based off the original characters that I'm working with in the book that I'll be writing (er, eventually) and am working on right now. I know some of these won't make a whole lot of sense, but it's only fifty sentences, so if everyone could read them over, feed back is appreciated like woah. There may even be cookies at the end.

Fandom: Original
Pairing: Amaree Arellei x William Marquis
Theme set: Beta
Rating: PG-13

01. Walking
Charlotte had stared at William for a scarce second when he had told her about the wedding before turning on her heel and shutting the door with an echo that resonated long after it had been shut.

02. Waltz
William had to teach her how to dance for the wedding and enjoyed it more than he should have when she blushed at not instantly excelling.

03. Wishes
It sometimes hurt so bad when Amaree thought about William and she just wished that the whole world would just work itself out.

04. Wonder
William would read the reports and news on Amaree and vaguely wonder in some little part in the back of his mind what she would look like when she had gone home and rinsed the blood and pain from her face.

05. Worry
On their wedding night Amaree couldn’t sleep and had stayed up watching William, suddenly afraid and acutely aware of just how mortal William was and how their lives could never be the same.

06. Whimsy
William had always been waiting for Amaree to grow bored with this daydream, and was amazed and enthralled every time she didn’t.

07. Waste/Wasteland
Amaree was scared the first time she noticed William; that she would eventually lead him into the wasteland of the world she lived in.

08. Whiskey and Rum
He had gone too far one night when he was drunk and told her that she could bite him if she wanted to, but she had just kissed the side of his neck, saying she had liked it unscarred.

09. War
Amaree had been born and consumed into the war, so William would tell her stories about a world from before that he had never seen either.

10. Weddings
William looked radiant on their wedding day and Amaree didn’t have the heart to tell him that instead of being the happiest day of her life, it was the most terrifying - and considering her line of work, that was saying something.

11. Birthday
Vampires didn’t celebrate birthdays, so William had looked around for a long time until he found Amaree’s and had completely surprised her.

12. Blessing
Amaree had gone to see her father by herself to tell him about William and he had smiled sadly at her and told her that some things just ran in the family; Amaree blanched.

13. Bias
Alexander – her brother, her archrival, her cruelest critic – could never miss the opportunity to throw a well-aimed comment about her new lifestyle and how apt it was that she was jagged puzzle piece inside it.

14. Burning
William would never tell Amaree, but he was fearful of what she had been when she was fueled by blood boiling through her veins and reigned fire down on the world.

15. Breathing
William hadn’t been sure that she actually had to draw breath when they first met, so he would stay up at night, pretending to be asleep, so that he could listen to the soft and steady rhythm.

16. Breaking
Amaree had arrived at his door one night, bloody, bruised and broken, and he couldn’t help but want to fix her.

17. Belief
William can remember his father pointing out Amaree to him when her mother died, with a warning that Amaree might become the next vampiric assassin; William had a feeling he was wrong for once.

18. Balloon
A month before their wedding, William took Amaree out in the middle of the day and she stared at the sky and felt as though she were free and wild and floating.

19. Balcony
“You’re not a Juliet; even if you get your balcony scene, this won’t cause anything but more problems,” Alexander had laughed at Amaree when he found out.

20. Bane
William had hated Alexander since the first moment he laid eyes on the boy, but would always bite his tongue because he was the last link Amaree had to home.

21. Quiet
It was dead silent and peaceful when he kissed her for the first time and he had almost expected for the whole world to shatter around them.

22. Quirks
Amaree had this habit of tapping on her eyeteeth whenever she was thinking and nervous that made people squirm; William enjoyed watching.

23. Question
“Out of the question – I’ll disown you.” William’s father had snapped at him when he had made the announcement.

24. Quarrel
William had lost his temper once with Amaree and told her heatedly that she needed to just accept and stop fighting the fact that she was happy with him.

25. Quitting
William asked Amaree to marry him every time they met together and after he asked twenty-one times, she walked up to him before he could ask again, smiled a little and told him that she had deserted her post.

26. Jump
Amaree got frustrated when William kept asking her to marry him, but he told her it just took a leap of faith.

27. Jester
Amaree had told him straightforward that she thought he was a fool after a month of their affair, but that never stopped her from laughing at his jokes either.

28. Jousting
Alexander had mockingly told William one time that he would fight him for the rights to Amaree; William had slapped him and told him coldly to get out.

29. Jewel
Amaree had stared at the ring when he first bought it; the idea of wedding rings were so archaic now, but that didn’t stop her from getting tears in her eyes.

30. Just
Amaree had always thought she was fighting for some semblance of justice when she worked, but the glimpse of one of her hostage’s faces once upon a time told her otherwise.

31. Smirk
When William had brought Amaree to meet his father for the first time, he didn’t tell him who she was and his father decided that he should marry this stranger.

32. Sorrow
When Hunter died William remembered seeing Amaree at his funeral, and he couldn’t quite understand how she had dared to show up; but the look in her eyes made it seem that she was just as mournful as the others, even if she had helped kill him.

33. Stupidity
William and Amaree were both accustomed to being told what they were doing was foolish and would never work, but had learned to ignore the insults.

34. Serenade
William knew it was wrong, but to embarrass Amaree one time, he had started dancing and singing down the street while she pretended not to know him.

35. Sarcasm
Amaree always had a witty, biting comeback to everything she was told and sometimes William had to just press his fingers up against her lips and then she would fall quiet with a soft smile.

36. Sordid
Someone had once told William that he held a disgusting amount of interest in the research work he did, but it took him long after he had met Amaree to believe it.

37. Soliloquy
William had spent an entire night one time whispering all the reasons Amaree should marry him, but Amaree remained silent.

38. Sojourn
Amaree was dubious the first time she stayed at William’s place overnight, but did stay and didn’t make it for training the next morning.

39. Share
Alexander whispered the secret into her ear and it made her blood run cold as everything that she had learned to love with William was suddenly shifted out of clarity.

40. Solitary
Amaree left originally because she thought she needed to sort out exactly where she should be, but every day she was gone it became abundantly and annoyingly clear that she had already chosen where she wanted to be.

41. Nowhere
William held Amaree tightly when she came home again, amazed that she was back, even if she’d only repeated one word when he asked her where she’d been.

42. Neutral
William had always thought that with his research job he had stayed well out of the way of the war, buried in the past; but with Amaree it all came catching back up to him.

43. Nuance
William adored running his fingers up the underside of Amaree’s arm where she had a branding tattoo; he was able to feel just the slightest different between the mark and her skin.

44. Near
William’s room had contained piles of information about Amaree from when he had done his job, but after he met her he hid all the files away.

45. Natural
After the first time they kissed, William checked his neck in the mirror the next morning.

46. Horizon
Amaree had the file about her family clutched to her chest and was looking at William as though she didn’t know who he was anymore; he could feel his entire skyline collapse around himself.

47. Valiant
There had been an assassin sent once to kill Amaree and though William couldn’t fight to save his own life, he had fought to try and save hers.

48. Virtuous
Amaree felt lost around William a lot of the time, because she couldn’t comprehend how anyone could be so good and pure in such a world and still be able to smile about it.

49. Victory
William had been held hostage by one of Amaree’s groups before and he remembered that when she walked in the room, everyone had gone silent; and for a moment their eyes had met and he couldn’t believe that she was the leader that had just won a battle.

50. Defeat
William could distinctly remember what Amaree had looked like when they had dragged her into his mansion; sleeping and streaked with blood, fresh from the battle she had just lost.

only_veetee — Mon, 13 Mar 2006 04:49:28 GMT

[mood| satisfied]

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join veetee's new community. lyricslims. because we all love veetee and her comms. :D

only_veetee — Sun, 26 Feb 2006 23:10:08 GMT

[mood| blah]

Am pimping out this crazy icontest community I found like two days ago and had the good luck of just sneaking in before the deadline.

ultimate_lims.

Apparently, it's a last icon maker standing contest (that I just heard about these like a week ago). But yes, check it out, it's pretty nifty and there are like a bajillion people entered it.

only_veetee — Wed, 24 Aug 2005 01:31:18 GMT

A new Constantine icon nomination contest community, run by myself and fated_to_flames. Check it out, nominate your favorite Constantine icons, and have fun!

only_veetee — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 06:05:17 GMT

MB STORY UPDATE

Title : Scáil
Chapter 3/?
Rating : PG (for this chapter)
Wordcount : 1,793
Summary : The war against the Vampires has been over for a year now, but when the fighters are led into an alternate universe where the battle continues, all the desicions they made are called into question of being right or wrong.
Notes : Unbetaed. Bite me.

“Try walking in my shoes. But you stumble don't you?”
-Aimee Allen

Roxie yawned extensively as she pulled the car up in front of the laboratory that Betty had sent them to. It was nearly two in the morning and Hikki and Tori were curled up in the back seat together, sound asleep. It had been a long ride, partially because it had been a few months since Roxie had driven a car (there was really no use in one when they had no where to go, but there was one available for them) and partially because Hikki and Tori had decided that they weren’t going to sit still. They had bounced up and down around in the back, amazed at how the car reacted to their movements until Roxie had turned around, threatening to slap them and nearly gotten into a wreck.

They were now though. Safe. Or as safe as they could be knowing that in twenty-four hours a
new world-shattering discovery could have been revealed to them.

Roxie sighed and rested her head against the steering wheel, suddenly lack the strength to pull
herself up and drag the other two inside.

What if the vampires had somehow returned? Did she really want to hear that if it got down to
the wire? Could she fight again when push came to shove?

It was another series of questions that she didn’t really want the answers to. She had been so
young when this had all started. It felt like a million years had passed since that day.

“Sleeping with your head on the steering wheel can’t be very good for your neck.”

The sudden voice made Roxie jump into the air, banging her head sharply on the roof of the car.

“God damnit, Betty!” Roxie half-yelled in a hissing tone, one hand thrown across her chest from
the shock, the other rubbing at the sore spot that was forming on the top of her head.

“Sorry,” Betty stated, though her mind clearly wasn’t on the apology as she raised an eyebrow at
the former hunter’s reaction.

In the back, Hikki and Tori were starting to blink sleeping, trying to figure out what was going
on.

“Are we being attacked, Roxie?” Tori murmured, starting to sit up, his hair sticking out in
every direction possible.

“No,” Betty answered, smiling sweetly at the two as she leaned slightly into the car through the
open window. “You want to come inside and sleep in a proper bed now?”

Hikki, still too tired to speak, nodded her head twice, rubbing at her eyes with her right fist.

“And some vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles?” she murmured, blinking up at Betty, her
eyes revealing that she didn’t quite know where she was.

“Me too! Me too!” Tori echoed, his voice becoming more alert at the mention of food.

“Of course,” Betty answered, with a knowing grin that directed itself towards Roxie. “I stocked
up when I heard you were coming.”

She learned her body away from the car so that Roxie had room to open it. A few moments later,
Hikki and Tori were spilling out of the car, following Betty inside, intent on getting ice cream.

Roxie was slower, stretching as she stood, and starting to gather the three duffel bags that had
been packed to take with them. By the time, she made it inside the door, her body swaying with the
weight of the bags, Hikki and Tori had already sent off to bed with their bowls of ice cream.

Roxie collapsed tiredly in a chair across from Betty, who was enjoying her own bowl of ice cream.

“What’s going on?” Roxie asked, slumping forward onto the table, and resting her head on top of
her folded arms.

“You should get some sleep first,” Betty answered calmly, sounding logical as she scraped some
of the sprinkles from the bottom with the plastic spoon she was holding.

“Is the world ending?” Roxie asked, her tone completely serious as she rotated her face to look
at Betty.

“My, I hope not.” Betty commented, standing to put the bowl and spoon in the overflowing metal
sink. “I don’t it’s that serious,” Betty continued, her voice taking on a different tone this
time. “Something’s happening that I’m sure of. Drakos, -you remember him, the vampire? - should be
here within two days. Drakos knew what that writing on the mirror was.”

“Oh?” Roxie asked, sitting up and raising an eyebrow in response.

“It was a portal. The mirror could lead you into an alternate universe. Technically speaking,
it still is a portal. Drakos said that the mirror could be functional for up to one hundred and sixty-
eight hours. That’s a week, basically.” Betty turned around to face Roxie now. “I want to send you,
Alexis, Hikki and Tori through.”

Roxie gaped.

“You want to send us through a mirror to…to… somewhere we didn’t know where we’ll end up!” Roxie
hissed, fumbling for words as she tried to motion with her hands to make up for the lack.

“Roxie,” Betty said, sympathetically, trying to reason with the girl. “We have to know if there
is a danger waiting in that alternate universe. Sending someone there to check is the only way to
know. Your team will go through. You’ll only stay for a little bit, and then we’ll send Drakos with
Xu’s team to bring you back.”

“I don’t like,” Roxie grumbled, crossing her arms. “And you’ll never get Alexis up here. I said
that earlier.”

“Then you can go without Alexis. What a concept.” Betty said and sat back down next to Roxie,
patting her gently on the arm. “It’s better to be safe. You know that.”

Roxie nodded twice, and sighed, looking tired.

“I think I will head off to bed then. My room is the second on the right?” Roxie questioned as
she stood.

“I’ll do Hikki’s and Tori’s check-ups first thing in the morning. I’ll have a report for you as
soon as you wake up. After I check you up, I have two drivers scheduled to take us and some of my
equipment back down to the apartment.”

Roxie nodded once more and then padded out of the kitchen, ignoring the worried look that Betty
had fixated on her.

x x x

Roxie awoke to an insistent tugging at her arm. She groaned, and rolled away from the source
of annoyance. Burying her face underneath the pillow, she pulled her arm to the center of her body.

“Roxie!” there was a sharp hissing above her head as the same person started to shake her
shoulder. “Get up! This is urgent.”

Roxie muttered a string of curses under her breath before kicking up the blankets she was
sleeping under violently.

“What?” Roxie asked, sitting up and wincing as soon as the light hit her eyes.

She shielded them with a thin hand, waiting until they adjusted. Once they had, she could see
Betty standing next to the bed. Her lips were pursed, arms crossed and she was jiggling one of her
ankles in an impatient manner.

“Come on,” Betty said, tugging Roxie out of bed once she saw the other was awake enough.

Roxie sighed and allowed herself to be half pulled down the hall, to the examination room that
Betty had set up. Unsurprisingly, it was void of people.

Betty led Roxie to the center, where a makeshift bed was set up. It had a tablet of papers with
Betty’s scrawled handwriting resting on top. The doctor picked the table up and held it in front of
Roxie’s face.

Roxie stared.

Then she glanced over at Betty, unsure of what she was supposed to be seeing.

“Oh-“ Betty sounded frustrated at first and then seemed to catch herself. She set the tablet
back down on the bed’s top.

“Hikki’s pregnant,” Betty finally blurted out.

That instantly caught Roxie’s attention and got the reaction out of her that Betty had been
waiting for.

“What?” Roxie half-shouted. “How is that even possible? I mean those two couldn’t…can’t be… I
mean, Betty, they’re Hikki and Tori. They only got married because Hikki is the only one who knows how
to make Tori’s toast the way he likes it! Those are the two that hold hands going down the hall while
singing about cooties!”

“I know,” Betty said, pressing her hand over her forehead, looking as though she desperately
wished she did not. “But all the tests are consistent. Hikki is pregnant.”

“Have you told them?” Roxie questioned, starting to feel extremely frantic.

Betty shook her head miserably.

“I couldn’t. I wasn’t even sure if they knew where babies come from.”

“This is bad. This is so, so, so bad.” Roxie said, grabbing Betty by the shoulders. “No decent
human being would give those two a baby! What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Betty half-moaned.

“What’s wrong?” came a sudden voice.

Both Betty and Roxie turned quickly to see Hikki and Tori peeking in through a small crack in
the door.

“Are we dying?” Tori continued, his child-like face showing his fear.

Betty and Roxie remained silent, neither of them knowing what to say.

“We are!” Hikki cried, grabbing tightly to Tori. “I told you we shouldn’t have eaten that bubble
juice we found in the backseat of the car! Now our stomachs are going to implode because of it!”

“I don’t want my stomach to implode!” Tori shouted, clinging just as tightly to Hikki.

“Oh, honestly, your stomachs aren’t going to implode. Don’t be silly.” Betty said, her logical
side beginning to regain control.

“What’s happening then?” Hikki asked, her large blue-green eyes already starting to well with
tears.

“Well…” Roxie tried to start, but ending up coughing and clearing her throat.

Betty glanced uneasily at Roxie before turning back to the pair, who were desperately waiting
for an answer.

“Well, you’re going to have a baby,” Betty explained tentatively.

They both stared in wide-eyed wonder.

“A baby?” they both echoed at the same time.

“From here?” Hikki asked, pointing at her belly with pride and excitement.

Roxie nodded weakly.

“Your belly isn’t going to implode!” Tori cried joyously. “It’s going to explode instead!”

Roxie slapped her forehead.

“We’re going to have a baby!” Hikki exclaimed, starting to jump and down. “And we can buy it
more stuffed animals and dress it up little, itty-bitty clothing. And feed it ice cream and whipped
cream!”

“And we can take pictures with it and play games!” Tori added on, starting to hop up and down
with her.

Roxie was shaking her head, though even she couldn’t deny the small smile that spread across her
face.

“Well, that’s crisis one diverted,” Betty said, grinning over at Roxie.

Chapter Two
Chapter Four

only_veetee — Wed, 18 May 2005 19:14:11 GMT

MB STORY UPDATE

Title : Scáil
Chapter 2/?
Rating : PG (for this chapter)
Wordcount : 2,107
Summary : The war against the Vampires has been over for a year now, but when the fighters are led into an alternate universe where the battle continues, all the desicions they made are called into question of being right or wrong.

“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everything drops to zero.”
--Fight Club

Hope Van Der Puy glanced in her mirror for the briefest second to examine if her hair was properly in place. Patting at the blonde bun of curls that was pulled up at the base of her neck, she grinned. She checked the double in the mirror meticulously, despite the fact that today’s journey was only going to be a trip to the market.

She was wearing her usual ensemble of a black t-shirt (though, this one was more faded then
usual) and a pair of light blue jeans with the knees artfully torn out. Hope fumbled around with her
jewelry for a moment, tying a necklace about her neck and carefully pushing silver hoops into the holes
in her ears as she glanced about for her messenger bag. She was certain that she had placed (okay,
thrown) it somewhere in here last night.

Giving up on the search for the bag in her bedroom, Hope turned away and headed into the
kitchen. Sprawled across the table was her bag, the contents spilled out.

“Shoot,” Hope commented lightly, walking across the floor, sandals snapping against the heels of
her feet.

She gathered up the objects and was about to put them back into the bag before pausing.
Thinking better of it, she pulled a piece of paper off the top of a notebook and scrawled a quick note
in green ink.

‘Gone down to the market. If you come over, DO NOT LEAVE!!!! I will skin you alive.

Love,
Hope.’

She designed in her name with hearts and twirls before leaving the paper on the table. It was
doubtful that he would even show up, but it was possible.

Reassured that she was set to go, Hope headed for the door. Upon opening it, a warm breeze
brushed against her and she smiled as she half-skipped down the steps.

Hope lived close to the ocean in a town that was full of people. It was one of the first places
to be rebuilt after the war, and even had a few houses.

In the center of the town was a sprawling marketplace. People came from far out of town to sell
their products here. There was no money trade left (no sense in it, not enough stores were set up).
Bartering was the common system used now. It was the quickest way to give others what they needed while
getting what one needed.

Hope headed down the street, humming pleasantly to herself, happy with the day. She
spent most of her time browsing through the food stands, surveying fruits and sweets (due to the fact
that they were the preferred build-up of her diet, though in all honesty, she would eat just about
anything.)

She was munching on an orange and talking to one of the boys that was working in the market when
her phone went off in her messenger bag.

Hope nearly jumped half a foot, completely startled by the noise.

After regaining herself, she fumbled around in the bag for the phone, closing her fingers around
the tiny thing.

“Hello.” She stated calmly into the phone, waving good-bye to the boy as she headed to find a
quieter spot.

“Hope, I need to speak to Drakos.” Came the familiar, but extremely surprising voice.

“Betty!” Hope practically yelled, before clamping her hand over her mouth, realizing she was
attracting too much attention. “What’s shaking, Doctor girl? It’s been months since you’ve called me!
I could’ve drowned in the ocean and you would have never even known.”

“I would think that it would be more likely for Drakos to murder you in your sleep. Where is
the good old bloodsucker?” Betty replied kindly, though her tone implied that she didn’t have time for
such small talk.

“Haven’t a clue,” Hope answered in a carefree way, talking another bite at her orange.

Betty nearly swallowed her tongue on the other end of the line.

“What do you mean you don’t know where he is?” she practically yelled. Hope could hear
something crack, and she rather suspected it was a pen and Betty was now covered in ink.

“He took off. Again.” Hope explained, still not sounding rather alarmed. “Honestly, how am I
supposed to chase him all over the bloody world? Besides, he’s good at that whole ‘staying incognito’
thing. Otherwise we would have been hearing about the vampires resurrecting themselves and trying to
take over the world again, wouldn’t we?”

Betty groaned audibly.

“That’s not the point! He was the only pure vampire allowed to survive, you do understand that,
don’t you? In order to have that allowed, I had to promise my superiors that I would have you watching
his ass twenty-four, seven.”

“Really, Betty, Drakos doesn’t have that nice of an ass.”

“Hope!” the Doctor said in a higher, louder tone, hoping to catch the attention of the other
girl. “I need you to find him and quickly. There’s an emergency and I need his brain for it.”

There was a pause on the line.

“That’s really gross, Betty.”

Drakos Fuil picked up the note that was on top of the table, and raised a sandy eyebrow at the
message.

“Skin me alive…” Drakos muttered on his breath. “I’d like to see her bloody try.”

He crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it back onto the table. Drakos looked around the
room for a moment before turning towards the fridge. He bent over slightly, examining the contents of
the fridge. Shifting his hand towards the back, he was able to find the blood packets he was looking
for. Grabbing two, he pulled back and shut the door with the back of his foot.

Drakos leaned against the counter and tore open one of the plastic packets with his teeth
carefully, starting to suck the red liquid out of the top. He grimaced as he drank the blood cold, his
light brown eyes continuing to survey the room.

It was hard to tell that Drakos was a vampire, which was probably one of the few reasons that he
had survived since the end of the war.

He was large, that was true enough, but he was also tan (which, for some reason, was a quality
never associated with vampires). Not to mention, he had short, sandy hair that had a bit of curl
instead of the typical, perfect shiny black hair that humans so often expected with the vampires.

Though, the biggest reason he was still in existence was Betty. And maybe a little bit of Hope,
if one were being technical.

Drakos had been a Vampire Hunter during the war. Not officially registered with the
association, but there was no argument that he had hunted his own kind.

Hope was the one that had brought him a loose connection with Betty.

In exchange for information (a great deal of information), Betty had vouched for Drakos’ life to
be spared in the final purge of the vampires. Though of course, that was kept completely quiet and he
was supposed to stay with Hope at almost all times.

That was almost a fate worse than death.

Drakos threw the empty packet into the trash just as the door opened.

“-can’t strip you of your title of Mad Scientist, Betty. Don’t be silly. You will always be
mad. Oh, okay, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’ll go find him.” Drakos could hear Hope’s voice
drifting into the kitchen. He could already feel a headache coming on.

Hope entered the kitchen and didn’t even do a double take when she saw him leaning against the
counter. Instead she threw a bag of oranges at his head.

“You’re an idiot.” Was all she said, not even sounding the least bit upset.

Drakos caught the bag of oranges with simple ease, making a face at the citrus smell.

“What did Betty want?” Drakos questioned simply, assuming that the doctor had called for him,
since Hope was a hopeless case, no pun intended.

“I have no idea what she was blathering on about,” Hope answered, pitching her messenger bag
forward onto the table. “Something about a mirror glowing red and Hikki and Tori fighting off a monster
that was coming out of it with a broomstick. Said you might be able to make some sense out of it since
it was apparently such a big emergency.”

“She’s trusting something that Hikki and Tori called in?” Drakos asked, looking dubious. “Those
are the two idiots that like to argue with themselves by switching from first person to third person,
right?”

“And make grilled-cheese sandwiches, peel them in half and throw the cheesy side onto the
ceiling. Yes.” Hope said, starting to eat another orange. “Though, apparently Roxie called it in.
Poor girl, I bet she finally went completely crazy living next to those two.”

Drakos was quiet for a few moments, a look of contemplation on his face as he stared out the
window, completely ignoring his companion.

“…what did Betty say the call was about?”

“Mm.” Hope swallowed a mouthful of orange. “A mirror that was glowing red. Apparently it had
some gibberish written on the center.”

“Sounds like a spell,” Drakos half-commented to Hope, half to himself. He straightened up an
instant later. “Hope, give me your phone.”

“Only if you say please,” Hope stated, throwing the orange peel at him.

Drakos rolled his eyes and dimly wondered how Betty had expected him to live with her.

“Please,” he stated through gritted teeth.

Hope grabbed the phone from her messenger bag and tossed it back over to Drakos, who looked at
it with an uncertain expression before pressing a few buttons. Tentatively, he held the device up to
his ear.

Hope watched with a look of amusement.

“Hope!” was the sudden shrill of an answer that Drakos received. He flinched and held the phone
away from his ear.

“Betty, don’t bloody scream like that,” he growled into the phone.

“Oh. Drakos. Good to see you’re still alive,” Betty commented, and then went straight on to
business, knowing that Drakos would settle for nothing less. “Now, apparently there was a mirror in
Tori’s and Hikki’s bedroom that had some sort of writing in red across the center. Roxie saw it too, so
I’m certain it’s not something they’re making up. It sounded like a spell to me, but I wasn’t positive
of what it was. I thought you might know with all your infinite vampire wisdom.”

Drakos ignored the jab about his vampire heritage as he listened patiently to Betty’s story.

“What did the mirror say?”

“‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile.’” Betty replied, her pronunciation even worse then Roxie’s had
been.

Drakos fell silent and looked a little surprised.

“Did any of them touch the mirror?” Drakos asked in a quick, nearly breathless tone.

“Not that I know of.” Betty answered. “You know what this spell is?”

Drakos was quiet again. He turned to Hope, who was staring at him from where she was perched on
the top of the table.

“It’s a reflection spell,” he answered much more calmly then he felt. “Of Vampiric origin.
Basically, it can lead people from this world into an alternate universe. It’s a blood ritual though.
Pure vampire blood has to be used.”

“But you’re the only pure vampire left.” Hope interrupted from where she was sitting. “And,
just taking a hunch here, but I don’t think that you were the one that cast the spell.”

Drakos shook his head.

“But if a vampire in the alternate universe did cast the spell, that would work. Plus, one
doesn’t need to be a vampire to cast the spell. They just need the blood. If somebody stole my blood
for example, they could have cast the spell,” Drakos explained.

“So… do you think it’s a trap? Or somebody in another universe accidentally stumbling across
this mirror?” Betty questioned hesitantly.

“In order for this spell to work, two mirrors have to be lined up in the same place in the
universes. So, usually, it’s quite hard for this spell to work properly. And it usually means that the
universes are fairly similar, because if you get down to thinking about the workings of multiple
universes, there might be some where mirrors were never invented or the Earth has already been
destroyed.” Drakos took a deep breath. “So even if this isn’t a trap, it was probably performed by
somebody who knew what they were doing. And in which case, probably have a motive for opening a portal
between the two universes.”

Chapter One
Chapter Three

only_veetee — Sun, 01 May 2005 19:33:58 GMT

Am bribing the icon-making half of the flist in this post. ;D

For any my very, very wonderful friends that make icons I would like to entice you to take a look at icon_idols. (Yes, VeeTee has started a new comm!) It's almost up and ready to go, just need three more people, so I was wondering if any of you kiddies were interested?

only_veetee — Mon, 18 Apr 2005 01:51:58 GMT

MB STORY UPDATE

Title : Scáil
Chapter 1/?
Rating : PG (for this chapter)
Wordcount : 2,496
Summary : The war against the Vampires has been over for a year now, but when the fighters are led into an alternate universe where the battle continues, all the desicions they made are called into question of being right or wrong.

"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost."

Phone Call Recorded at 2:51 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Hello.
[Male Voice] : Who the hell is this? How the fuck did you get this number?
[Female Voice] : That’s really none of your concern. All you need to know is that I have a job for you.

Phone Call Recorded at 3:00 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Now, now we wouldn’t have picked up the phone again if we weren’t interested, would we?
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice] : What do you want?
[Female Voice] : Like I said earlier, I have a job for you.
[Male Voice] : What makes you think that I would want a job from you, lady?
[Female Voice] : I can pay you.
[Male Voice] : I’m pretty well off on the cash factor.
[Female Voice] : I can get your name cleared.
[Ten Second Pause]
[Female Voice] : It’s not a hard job either.
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice]: If it wasn’t so hard you would do it yourself.
[Female Voice] : No, no. I didn’t say it wouldn’t be difficult for me. But for you, it should be a piece of cake.
[Male Voice] : Well, what is it, then?
[Female Voice] : I need you to break into an apartment…

“Roxie! Roxie! There’s a monster coming out of the mirror! It’s going to eat us! Come kill it! Please! Roxie!”

Roxie Zacharias prepared herself to kill the person on the other side of the door. It was
bloody four a.m. and they were practically slamming the door down in an attempt to get into the
apartment.

Roxie heaved herself off the couch with a groan and rubbed her face as she made her way across
the room. She had finally fallen asleep after a night of tossing and turning, only to be awakened by
her next-door neighbor.

She pulled open the door to the frantic-looking girl that was standing outside and leaned
against the frame, ready to hear what should be a very interesting tale.

“What’s wrong now, Hikki?” Roxie questioned and suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand.

“There is a monster coming out of the mirror in the bedroom,” Hikari repeated, sounding
extremely exasperated with Roxie’s lack of concern.

Hikari Sansu was technically older than Roxie, but if they had been compared to one another
Roxie would have been identified as the older, hands down.

Hikari, or Hikki as she preferred to be called, was short and had the look of a little girl.
She always wore her straight red-tinted hair down so that it reached her shoulders. Usually she would
also been found in a white t-shirt with a green skirt, though currently she was wearing a pair of light
blue pajamas and clutching a pink fuzzy teddy bear in her left hand.

“What kind of monster, Hikki?” Roxie asked, sounding nonplussed as she scratched the back of her
head where her braid met scalp.

“I am being serious!” Hikki hissed, leaning forward to grab Roxie’s hand with her free
right one. “And Tori-” she continued, referring to her roommate, “-is battling it by himself. Do you
want him to be eaten alive?”

Before Roxie could complain, Hikki was pulling Roxie down the hall with all her might. Roxie
let out a long, annoyed sigh as she allowed herself to be dragged into the apartment adjacent to her own.

The apartments were designed to be identical. All the ones in the building were. There was a
single bedroom with either one bed or two beds, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. The apartment
building was designed for either couples or for people who were alone, and in that case were assigned to
live with somebody else.

Everyone lived in an apartment building now. Almost all of the proper houses had been destroyed
during the war and the few that were left were mainly used for headquarters for the government or for
schools.

However, Roxie was astounded by the obvious differences between her own apartment and Hikki’s.
While Roxie’s apartment was kept to a nice level of cleanliness, Hikki’s had random objects strewn
across all surfaces. It appeared that the kitchen sink had been turned into a duck pond and there was a
family of stuffed teddy bears occupying the large couch in the living room. Hanging above the
television was a cage that looked as though it was holding a collection of butterfly chrysalides. The
walls, which had once been white, were covered in designs that varied between looking a child’s finger-
paint project and exquisite works of art.

Roxie was busy studying the wall to the far right (which had Hikki + Tori surrounded by a
rainbow colored heart designed on it) when a shrilly scream came from the bedroom.

“The monster is going to eat Tori!” Hikki shrieked and grabbed onto Roxie’s hand once more and
dragged her forcefully into the room down the hall.

Roxie blatantly stared upon entering the bedroom at the sight that met her eyes.

Perched on top of the bed was a young man with wild brown hair that moved down past his
shoulders. He was only half dressed, he was wearing a part of white pants, but the black belt was
open. Roxie could see that his blue shirt was on top of the fan that was a few inches above the short
boy’s head. He had a gold headband wrapped around his forehead and was holding the end of a broom. The other end appeared to be poking the mirror, which Roxie noted, had absolutely no monster coming out of
it as far as she could.

The boy’s light brown eyes fixated on Roxie and Hikki as they stood in the doorway. He removed
one hand from the handle of the broom and waved at them, his grin apparent that he was glad to see them
and that his current mission of the battle against the Monster Mirror had been completely forgotten.

“Itoriwa Sansu!” Roxie yelled from where she was standing, body stance very similar to that of
an angry mother. “Get off that bed right now!”

“But Roxie!” Tori protested from where he was still standing on top of the bed, holding the
broom in hand. “The Mirror Monster might get out if I don’t stop it!”

“There is no such thing as a Mirror Monster! And I’m going to be extremely angry if I’m not in
bed in thirty seconds!” Roxie snapped back in reply.

“Thirty…twenty-nine…twenty-eight…twenty-seven…” Hikki started the count-back from behind Roxie.

Roxie rubbed her right temple lightly, shutting her eyes as she tried not to lose her temper. Honestly, how was she to be expected to deal with two grown-ups that had the mental capacity of a twelve-
year old combined?

“Roxie! Stop having a mental break-down and look quickly!” Tori yelled.

Roxie’s eyes snapped open, intent on giving Tori a lecture, just in time to watch him start
jumping up and down on the bed and slam his head into the ceiling.

“No!” Hikki cried from where she had stopped at ‘eleventy-ten’, tugging impatiently on Roxie’s
arm. “The mirror!”

Roxie turned to stare at the large mirror, getting ready to explain some perfectly natural
phenomena, such as Tori seeing his reflection in the mirror.

Instead, what she saw amazed even her, the perfectly sensible one in the room.

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she looked at the mirror. There was a faint glow of red
surrounding the border of the mirror that shifted strangely whenever she tried to fixate her gaze on
it. She took a few steps forward towards it, bringing her face closer. To her amazement, she realized
that there was no reflection of herself or Tori, who was still perched on the bed. Frowning, Roxie
glanced behind her and then back into the mirror. The room looked almost exactly the same. The set-up
was the same, but in the mirror the room was revealed to be daylight and there were no people.

Roxie leaned closer to the surface, gliding her hand somewhat hesitantly across it. It rippled
strangely underneath her fingertips and then almost seemed to suck them inwards.

Shivering, Roxie pulled back quickly to see another bit of glowing that was penetrating the
glass.

This part wasn’t random markings and lines though. It was in the center of the mirror and was
emitting a strong, crimson light.

‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile.’

“Told you there was a monster in the mirror,” Hikki breathed, just as awestruck as Roxie was.

Roxie jumped slightly, having forgotten that the other two were still there. She pulled quickly
back from the mirror, still watching it warily even as she turned her head towards Hikki.

“We’d better get Betty on the phone. This looks like potential trouble.”

Betty could hear the ringing from where she was typing steadfastly on her computer. She ran her
hand across the desk, knocking over a cold cup of coffee as she did so. Barely noticing the new mess that she had made, she picked up a half open can of baked beans and put it to her ear.

“Hello?” Betty stated absently, still working intently on the computer, barely noticing what she was
doing otherwise.

About thirty seconds later, she did start to notice the fact that a gooey, brown substance was
dripping down her neck and onto her already filthy (and formerly white) lab-coat.

Blinking, Betty finally took a break from her typing to see what had disturbed her. She pulled
the can away from her face, grimacing as she realized what was on the side of her neck. Wiping at the
beans the best she could, she put the can back on its spot on the desk.

A shrilly ring continued to emit from somewhere in the house. Sighing, Betty stood, running her
fingers through her short hair and groaning when she realized what she had done.

Ignoring all the rather uncomfortable circumstances, she hurried out of the office and into the
kitchen, intent on finding the phone.

Betty glanced at the clock as she rifled through papers, looking for her cell phone. It was
nearly five a.m., which meant that this was probably an emergency or what was perceived to be an
emergency, (which could mean anything from Hikki’s goldfish dying to Hikki and Tori burning down the
apartment building by making extremely over-cooked grilled cheese).

“Hello?” Betty repeated into what was definitely a phone this time.

“Betty?” a somewhat static, but familiar voice filled the line.

“Roxie.” Betty stated as she sat down on the kitchen table, tapping her fingernails against the
table, staring at the clock, prepared to hear what probably was an actual emergency. “What’s wrong?”

Roxie didn’t hesitate or fool around, she got straight to the point, which was something that
Betty appreciated.

“There’s something wrong with the mirror in Hikki’s and Tori’s apartment. It’s glowing red and
strange writing appeared across the surface. I’m not quite sure what to do.” Roxie answered, her voice
calm and even, though somewhat distracted.

“Oh?” Betty replied in a noncommittal way, as her fingers reached across the table for paper and
pen. “What did the mirror say?”

“Uh,” Roxie paused for instant. “‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile'.” She answered in a
stumbling tone, her pronunciation unsure.

Betty wrote the words down to the best of her ability in a scrawling hand and then repeated them
back to Roxie. After receiving confirmation that she had copied the message correctly, she stared at it
for a few seconds. If it was anyone else on the other line of the end, she probably would have second-
guessed them, insisted that they were playing a prank or had somehow botched the writing.

“What do you think it is, Betty?” Roxie questioned in a soft tone after a few moments of
lingering silence.

Betty jumped from her place at the table in surprise, having forgotten that she was on the
phone, intent on thinking.

“Oh.” Betty cleared her throat slightly, sitting up as she began to formulate a plan in her
head. “I can’t be certain yet. I have a suspicion what it is, but I’m going to have to get
confirmation first. In the meantime, I think that you, Hikki, Tori and Alexis should probably come down
here to get prepped for a mission.”

There was a moment of silence on the phone, before Roxie’s reply came.

“What? Betty, have you lost your mind? A mission? We haven’t been on any
missions since the bloody war ended! Is this mirror monster thing dangerous? Does it involve vampires?
And Alexis isn’t even here!”

Betty was completely used to this type of reply. After all, she had more or less been the head
Doctor during the Vampire War. She had coordinated which vampires needed to be taken and when and how,
organized the teams of the Hunters and Agents, created weapons for the teams. She had taken care of them.

“Just a potential mission.” Betty pointed out calmly. “Don’t freak out on me, Roxie. You four
are due in for check-ups anyway. So, you come in, I probe you with a few needles, we make sure that
you’re all still sane. Except for Tori and Hikki of course, I don’t think those two were ever sane. If
things go accordingly, I send you out on a mission, if not, you go home with the assurance that nothing
is going to pop out of the mirror and eat you. And where did Alexis go?”

“Her cousin’s memorial, remember?” Roxie answered, her tone testy now. “And there’s no way
you’re going to be able to pull her away from that for at least a week.”

Betty bit down on the end of her pen, raising an eyebrow, her expression clearly stating that
she was impressed with Alexis’s situation, though of course, Roxie couldn’t see that.

“Please. Alexis has been there a few days already, right? She’ll be overjoyed to get
away from her family. She has too much of a complex with her cousin anyway. She’s dead. There
was nothing Alexis could do about it, and she’s still all whiny and depressed. Personally, I think we
should just send her to live with Hikki and Tori for a few months.”

“Betty!” Roxie shouted into the phone, clearly aghast. “I can’t believe you would say
that!”

“Ah, keep your pants on.” Betty answered smoothly, starting to hunt around in the papers for
another phone number. “I had the highest respect for Alexis’ cousin, who seems to have lost her name
ever since her death,” Betty scoffed. “I’m just pointing out the fact that Alexis is not living
realistically anymore.”

Roxie was quiet for a few moments, ingesting this information.

“So… When do you want Hikki, Tori and myself up for check-ups?”

Betty smiled triumphantly as she found the phone number on the table.

“That’s the Roxie I know.” Betty paused. “Two days. I should be certain by then.”

Chapter Two

Contest Stuff :

Challenge Three -- Who is the author of the quote at the top? (3 pts. to first person).

Challenge Four -- What does ‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile' mean? (10 pts. to first person).

Challenge Five -- I want thorough reviews on this thing. Rant, rave, tell me what you think, like dislike. I'm giving three points for well-thought out reviews.

Coooontest

only_veetee — Sun, 17 Apr 2005 05:58:59 GMT

Well, this is a half-assed idea of a half-assed idea.

Basically, I'm going to hold a contest in my journal. Yes, amazing, I know.

ANYBODY can participate in it, though I'm sure there will only be a select few that do. >3

This contest is in relation to my upcoming story, Scáil, (which will posted in my journal, so I expect a great deal of you to de-friend me. ;D). This story is the MB story, for those of you who know what that is, if you don't know what it is, don't worry, it won't affect you at all.

I wanted to make something cool for this MB story (because, face it, I've done two before, I have to do something cool with each one. The first one I wrote, the second I did a website, the third one I dropped out of ;D).

Basically, in every chapter, I'll post a few questions (possibly releating to something said in the chapter, predicting something in upcoming chapters, guessing who's character is who's, and so on and so forth.) Each task will have a certain amount of points, person with the most points at the end wins something SPECTACULAR. (For this, you can kind of choose what you want. I was thinking potentially graphics, drabbles perhaps, a belly scar. Only thing you can't have is my soul, as I was reminded that I gave that to Jen in exchange for a bar of chocolate.)

Any questions, feel free to ask.

ANYWAY. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THIS CONTEST, THE FIRST TWO CHALLENGES ARE UNDERNEATH THE CUT :

Challenge One : Well, this one really goes throughout the length of the story. It's the typical, guess who everybody's character is. First one to successfully guess all characters gets ten points, everyone after that only gets five. Thing is, I will not tell you which characters you have right this time around. I will only tell you have 3/11 or 7/11 characters correct or something like that.

There are eleven characters as stated above. The following people entered characters (I am helping you a bit, bitches) :

katgurl03 -- 2
besu_chan -- 1
mishiemoo -- 1
ladydomino -- 1
tez_na_nox -- 2
incitedjester -- 2
vampyrekei -- 2

Challenge Two : What does 'Scáil' mean? (AND NO, IT IS NOT JUST A RANDOM WORD I MADE UP.) Five points for this for the first person that discovers it. Zero for everybody else.

only_veetee — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 00:44:42 GMT

All righty, I have a potentially insane idea that I need help with. Please just read this over for me and comment with what you think and it will be much appreciated.

Basically, I'm thinking of doing a new MB story. For those of you that don't know what an MB story is or need a little refreshing, it is where VeeTee (or the author, but you get the idea), thinks up a very general plot, posts the plot and then has anybody who is interested send in character stats., name, age, race, gender, etc. etc. etc. I will then write up the story, making everybody's characters interact with each other inside the plot and hopefully finish the story.

I have had two successful MB stories, and two unsuccessful ones. I'm posting this basically just to see who is interested at this point. I want to make sure I have enough people (for this reason, I'm also going to be taking characters from a message board called Anime Community.)

I do have somewhat of a plot thought out so far, but it needs a little adjusting (to put it simply: it's extremely insane right now and is probably very hard to explain and have somebody else understand.)

So once, I see that I have enough people from here and Anime Community, I'll post the plot and the character application sheet.

Be forewarned, that I have no idea if I'll have enough time to do this project. I want to give it a shot though since I haven't really had a writing project in awhile.

Feel free to comment with questions, insults or suggestions. :D And of course if you think you're interested, whack me upside the head.