The Commandments of the Koi

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elecy — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 11:00:33 GMT

Hey guys. Figured I'd start fresh and make a new account. You'll still know it's me, though. The account is misselecy. That is where I will dump my stories and picspams. Downloads can still be found at my dreamwidth.

Moderators of the various communities I am part of, if you could update my tags, I'd be super appreciative.

This just in.

elecy — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 22:03:55 GMT

Dragon Age II owns my life.

That is all.

Earthquake

elecy — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 22:28:44 GMT

Now, where I live (in Northern Virginia, USA. Not even an hour and a half away from D.C), we don't get alot of earthquakes. An occasional itty bitty 2.0 one from time to time, down south. So I've never felt one: until today.

A 5.9 quake hit almost at 2PM. At first, it was little shakes. I thought it was a helicopter flying overhead, because the big military ones tend to cause our house to shake. But then it got worse, much worse. I was home alone and couldn't reach anybody, so I had a full-on panic attack. The cats were scared too. We huddled in the basement bathroom until I felt it was safe to come out.

My mom came and got me and we sat at a friend's house until we were sure the aftershocks wouldn't be bad. Not much damage was done to our house, thank goodness. A picture frame broke, some stuff fell, most stuff was pushed forward on the shelves and the medicine cabinet was flung open. But it was scary. I thought we were being bombed or something, because I'm a paranoid nutcase like that.

Anywho...just letting ya'll know I'm okay. :3c

I'm a badass mother fucker who had sex with Phoenix Wright in a proto badger costume.

elecy — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 02:27:05 GMT

Awww. I wanted to fuck Klavier on the prosecution desk. D:

If anyone out there is an Ace Attorney fan or just feels like doing this for my lols, DO IT. DO IT NOW.

elecy — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 23:00:06 GMT

I haven't been around for like, what? A month now? Maybe two? I'm sorry. xD I've just...lost interest? I haven't been able to write anything or even just sit and play the game without getting tired. The warm weather does that to me, I guess. I hope to get back into the swing of things soon.

So...yeah. Just letting ya'll know I'm not dead in some ditch someplace.

Oneshot: Mask

elecy — Sun, 08 May 2011 19:37:17 GMT

Title: Mask
Rated: PG
Word Count: 301
Summary: "You've changed."
Warnings: None.

Cross Posted At simstorytellers and simhaven

"So, what's it going to be today?"
"Not again..."
"Are you going to be yourself?"
"I'm always myself."
"You and I both know that's a lie."

"You've changed."
"It's called growing up."
"It's called lying to yourself. You've started doing things you'd never do before. Wearing all that black make up, skipping school, smoking...you're not that person."
"I am now. Get over it."

"That's not true. You are a sweet, nice girl who used to love school. You'd stay after to help tutor the younger kids and you even got several scholarships. But then you transferred to that new school...and then things changed."

"Nothing changed. I just made some new friends."
"Friends? Those people aren't friends."
"Yes they are."
"Then why do you never invite them over?"
"I do."

"Oh, excuse me. Let me rephrase that. Why do you never invite them to see your room?"
"...Because..."
"Because if they saw your room, then your true self would be revealed? You'd be exposed for who you really are?"

"This isn't you. The black lipstick, the eyeliner..."
"Oh, shut up. This is me. The new me."
"The you who just wants to fit in."
"So?"

"You shouldn't have to lie about who you are. There are people who will like you for who you are, pink unicorns and all."
"Yeah right. Goth is in. No one likes a prep."

"Labels are just that. Just because you like pink things doesn't make you a prep. It makes you you."
"Pfft. You don't know anything about high school, do you?"

"You are what you look like. Even if you don't label yourself, someone else will."

"But why care so much?!"

"I....

"...don't want to be a loser anymore."

"You don't understand. Being myself in this school would be like swimming with sharks while on your period. It's just asking for trouble. I'm safe when I act like this, look like this."

"Maybe...maybe someday I can wipe this stuff off. But not today."

"Today, I'm someone else."

Turnabout Legacy 1.4

elecy — Tue, 03 May 2011 18:57:20 GMT

Larry's birthday seemed to just pop up and before anyone knew it, he was a waddling toddler looking to cause trouble. Outgoing and cheerful, the boy was the perfect blend of his parents both inward and outward. He loved to dance to music with his parents and adored Malibu.

...Albeit, a bit too much.

His love for animals most certainly came from Phoenix, who while being a self-proclaimed cat person, had become curious about a strange-looking dog that kept coming by. While the dog smelled like death warmed up and loved to chew up the couch, he was still very cute and Phoenix was determined to adopt it. If only it would stop leaving every time the sun began to rise...

The family was in for a shock when Neon suddenly went into labor while cleaning one day. She had no idea she was pregnant! She wasn't showing or experiencing any of the usual symptoms and yet, there she was, writhing in pain as Phoenix panicked, unsure of what to do. Luckily, he managed to gain enough composure to get her to the hospital, where their second son, Miles, was born.

Photshoot: Daughter

elecy — Mon, 02 May 2011 18:27:51 GMT

Of Plastic Surgeons and Transvestites

elecy — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 20:03:19 GMT

I've been thinking alot. I miss writing about Julian and Gabriel and the whole lot. I want to continue their tale, you know? But not the way it was going when I left it. I'm thinking of revamping the storyline and the characters a bit, like...doing an AU version. What do you lot think?

Turnabout Legacy 1.3

elecy — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 09:24:09 GMT

With a growing family, Phoenix and Neon had to have their house rebuilt. The current layout just wasn't working for them. They spent their nights in hotels and their days overseeing construction until finally, their home was ready for them.

The new house seemed to attract the wrong kinds of neighbors. Teenage kids would come by and kick their trashcan over, upon which stray dogs would then roll in. There were women who seemed to hate Neon for being pregnant, never wanting to congratulate her or even going so far as to insult her. There was a particular man named Donald (bondchick_nett) who kept stealing their newspapers too.

But Neon was on cloud nine and never let any of it bother her. She was pregnant! This was the best time of her life!

Even if it made her overly exhausted and overly hungry at the same time. Sometimes, it was hard to pick which need to satisfy. But Phoenix was always there to cheer her up. He was always worrying about her, he seemed to let his own self fall to the wayside.

He didn't even notice he was slowly wasting away until it was almost too late. Neon, afraid to lose her beloved, did all she could to bring him back from the brink. In the end, love prevailed and Phoenix' very soul was saved.

Together, Phoenix and Neon welcomed their first son into the world. Larry Wright was a healthy baby boy, who greatly resembled his mother. He inherited her snow-like skin and her golden eyes, while he kept his father's russet hair.

Larry wasn't destined to be an only child. Some time after his birth, Neon found herself feeling the same way she had just felt. With time, a small lump began to form in her stomach and the Wright family prepared for another arrival.

Turnabout Legacy 1.2

elecy — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 22:35:25 GMT

Life was going pretty well for Phoenix, despite the fact his plumbing was STILL broken and he had to constantly make trips to the gym to shower. His relationship with Neon was going well. His job was going well too. His pickpocketing had gotten him noticed by the right people, namely other thieves and such. He was now working as a bagman for a pretty successful conman, picking up money and making "deliveries" to other people.

He kept his career hidden from Neon (petchy_14). She didn't need to know. Knowing would only put her in danger and he loved her far too much. She was the one for him, this he knew. He didn't want to do anything that would cause her to leave him. In time he would tell her but for now, he just couldn't. He needed her.

That's why he asked her to move in with him. He wasn't sure whether or not she would agree. After all, he wasn't the richest guy in the world and the house was very underfurnished. She was a beautiful woman who could do better. But to his joy, Neon agreed. "I'd love to!" After a short celebration, Phoenix took Neon inside to announce the good news to Malibu, once they managed to chase off the stray dog that was blocking the front door.

Their wedding took place not even a few days later, late at night. There was only a few people in attendance. Of course, Malibu was the best man, looking awfully sharp in the bowtie Phoenix managed to keep him wearing. A strange pink and purple poodle named Pookie, according to Neon who had seen it around the neighborhood, also lurked outside. The last audience member was a kind, soft-spoken woman named Lead Xie (xie_sims). Though there weren't many people, it didn't matter to them. They were finally man and wife.

And soon, they would be parents. The news broken when Neon began waking up and puking in the kitchen sink. After ruling out food poisoning and tape worms, the only other conclusion was that there was a little Wright brewing. In no time, Neon ballooned. Her big belly seemed to act as a magnet for cats, as Malibu began to follow her around all over the house and even when she went outside to get the mail.

While Phoenix was at "his job", as he never cared to elaborate on it, it left Neon at home alone with very little to do aside from eating and sleeping. So saving some money back, Neon invested in a sewing machine. She wanted to be that mom who made their kids' clothes and cooked for bakesales.

Her endless thinking led to one final conclusion. "We need a bigger house."

Turnabout Legacy 1.1

elecy — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 20:46:56 GMT

Over the course of the next few days, Phoenix had gotten to know his fair redhead well. Neon (petchy_14) and he kept bumping into each other, whether it be at the grocery store or at the gym. Finally, Phoenix gathered up the nerve to ask her out on a date. "Sounds lovely," She answered with a lipsticked smile. Though they just hung out at the gym for majority of the date, Neon still seemed happy and that in turn made Phoenix happy.

His good mood inspired him to continue his job search. He couldn't find anything, however. But he knew he had to do something. He was running out of food for both himself and Malibu. So with a heavy heart, he decided to turn to a life of crime. Pick-pocketing was the only way he could survive now.

The erratic schedule, tied in with his still broken plumbing, left Phoenix feeling and smelling like death warmed over. He knew it was bad but it didn't really fully register with him until Neon came over. His smell was so bad, she nearly took a fall.

But after seeing the miserable expression onf Phoenix' face, Neon managed to keep her disgust in check. She even offered to keep an eye on Malibu while he took a brief nap. Her kindess helped Phoenix drift easily into dreamland. Not many women would babysit a cat for a stinky, exhausted grown man but then again, he knew Neon was no ordinary woman. She was perfection.

Remembering that the gym had both showers and vending machines, Phoenix spent the weekend pretty much camped out in the upstairs lounge. He came down every so often for some chocolate-coated macedamia nuts. He had gotten into the habit of just standing there, munching loudly. But a regular gym-goer, Uniscorn (juri_anne) had gotten into the habit of pretending Phoenix wasn't there.

It felt so wonderful to finally have a shower. But the constant trips in order to take them were beginning to get to Phoenix.

He didn't know how much longer he could take it.

It was getting unbearable. Maybe he was better living the life of a caged bird.

Even Malibu was beginning to suffer.

"No...It'll be okay. We'll be okay, Malibu. I know it."

"I know it."

Writer's Block: Working hard for the money

elecy — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 15:28:31 GMT

Raja would probably be a pest control guy. He likes to catch stink bugs and stuff.

Paja...would be a couch potato. xD

Turnabout Legacy 1.0

elecy — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 17:17:13 GMT

"Well...um..."

Phoenix Wright tilted his head slightly, staring at the box that was now his home. Somehow, he was expecting a bit...more. At the very least, he expected to see some windows but alas, all there was were a door and bland white siding. The only colorful thing in sight was the yellow phonebook he assumed was left behind by the construction crew, after they had finished building his box.

"...It's not The Ritz but it's ours, at least. Isn't that right, Malibu?" Phoenix looked down at the orange-colored cat that lay beside his feet. He couldn't complain. Since childhood, he wanted a place to call his own, where he made the rules. Growing up in a strict household caused him to become stir crazy and upon reaching the age of eighteen, he was ready to escape. No longer would he be told what to do, when to do it and who to do it with. He was his own man, even if it meant he would be sleeping on wooden floors for a while. He hightailed it to the newly established town of Lobelia the minute his secretly-commissioned house was finished. The virtually empty town was a breath of fresh air from the busy city life of Bridgeport.

"It'll all work out, Malibu. We'll show them." The cat just stared blankly at his owner. "Come on. Let's see what this town has to offer us." Phoenix put Malibu down and began walking down the street, towards the bookstore that stood at the end of the block.

Phoenix couldn't help but giggle at the name: A Novel Idea. He loved punny store names.

"Hey, look, Mali. There's a grocery store over there."

When he looked back to see if Malibu was still following him, Phoenix's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Was that...could it...

He had heard there was some sort of outbreak in several other towns but he thought he'd be safe in Lobelia. He wanted to take Malibu and run but fear kept him glued. His tongue twisted to call out for help, as the creature got closer and closer until...

He petted Malibu.

As it turned out, Nastya (trappingit) was a nice zombie. Sure, he kinda smelled like bodily fluid but Phoenix was used to the smell. As a child, his mother often smelled the same way,, after she had taken the pool boy into the cabana to "scold him". Nastya was still very friendly and the two seemed to have many things in common. As they were having a deep conversation on the pros and cons of bed skirts, some yowling caught Phoenix' attention.

"Malibu, no!" Phoenix rushed over and pulled his cat away from the now badly assaulted sofa. As he shook his finger at Malibu, Nastya stared on curiously.
"...I don't blame him, really. That sofa really clashes with the room."

It was at that time that Phoenix decided it was time to leave. But he had one more thing to do. As the plumbing at his box was still on the fritz, it wasn't safe to release any form of waste, lest it disturb the Porcelain God and cause a flood of excrement to bury what little furniture he had.

When they got home, Malibu was banished to the corner. As he sat there, looking over his shoulder at his owner, the look in his eyes clearly reflected his concern. Why was his owner skipping rope? Did he not remember he was an eighteen-year-old male?

Phoenix didn't care at first. He loved jump rope. It was a highly understated sport. But when a group of strangers swarmed him with judging stares, he had to stop. He tried to play it off and convince the one woman in the group that he was entirely straight but for whatever reason, she wasn't believing him.

Phoenix then decided that if his words didn't convince her, a manly job would. He'd get a job in something manly, like...like...the military! But alas...the only jobs available didn't scream manly. They kinda screamed pansy who still lives with his mom.

Resigning himself to sitting on the couch and eating hotdogs (because hotdogs are manly), Phoenix started up the grill. Just as the dogs were turning a nice deep maroon, he realized something. "Fffffuuuuu-I forgot the mustard!" He plated the dogs and placed them on the counter, before running out of the house. "Don't touch those, Mali!" He yelled out as he ran across the street to Kuiva Groceries.

"Mustard, mustard, must...ard..." Phoenix trailed off, as he walked further inside Kuiva Groceries. Before him stood a something of majestic beauty. No, it wasn't mustard, though he felt that was a work of art all its own. But a woman ([Bad username: petchy_14),]) next to her and scowled.

But the man walked off and the woman was lonely. Inside, Phoenix battled with himself. He wanted to so desperately walk up to her and introduce himself. But what if he made a fool of himself? He was never lucky with the ladies. The last girlfriend he had turned out to be a serial murderer and she almost poisoned him. He went back and forth with his inner monologue until...

"Hey...I'm Phoenix."

Turnabout Legacy Main Post

elecy — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 15:56:56 GMT

1.0.:.1.1

Coming Soon: Abide

elecy — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 07:49:01 GMT

It's still in the development stages and whatnot but thought I'd share a little preview of an upcoming miniseries of mine. :3 I'm really looking forward to it. I've had the idea for well over five months now. I just hope I can execute it well.

I will probably start writing it sometime after NLC4.

Oneshot: Just Be Friends

elecy — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 01:33:19 GMT

Title: Just Be Friends
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Angst
Type: One-Shot
Rating: PG
Warnings: Bittersweetness. Language.
Notes: F/F. To get into the mindset, please listen to this.

Adrienne had forgotten how long Bonnie had been standing there. An hour? Maybe two. There wasn't any speaking between them yet Adrienne could just feel the emotional agony her blonde friend was experiencing. The silent storm within caused the atmosphere to become heavy, looming dauntingly. When Bonnie finally opened her mouth to speak, it seemed to lighten slightly yet Adrienne knew it was just the calm before the storm.

"Maybe...Maybe Adam's just in traffic?"

Adrienne shook her head slightly. Bonnie was always the naive optimist. Or perhaps she was in denial. For both of them knew where the aforementioned Adam was. He was in some other girl's bed, performing the ever-so intricate horizontal tango. It didn't shock Adrienne. Ever since she met him, she knew he was scum. But Bonnie refused to see him for what he was. Lost in her cloud of self-imposed ignorance, she repeatedly made excuses for him when he never showed up or came home late.

"Right, Adrienne? He's probably just in traffic, right?" Bonnie asked, her gentle voice trying desperately to mask the heartbreak behind her words. Adrienne raised an eyebrow and her lips parted to, as always, call Adam a selfish pig and tell Bonnie she could do better. But the look on the blonde girl's face caused her to pause. She just couldn't rub it in her face. Not this time.

"...Sure, Bon. He's...probably stuck behind a tanker or somethin'. And...uh, maybe his cellphone's battery is dead," Adrienne struggled to try and create false hope. Her eyes fell to the carpeted floor below. If she looked at Bonnie, her eyes would tell the true story. Adam wasn't in traffic. He wasn't thinking about coming home. He wasn't thinking about Bonnie at all. She was the furthest thing from his mind. She always was and always would be.

"That must be it. His phone is always dying. Like last week, when I tried to call him to see if he was taking me out for our one month anniversary. That must be it, yes," Bonnie repeated to herself. She mumbled under her breath those words over and over.

"Bonnie, I...What do you even see in him?" Adrienne asked, unable to keep her disdain for the man under lock and key. "It seems to me that he is always 'in traffic' and 'forgetting to charge his phone'...What kind of relationship can you have with someone who doesn't bother to call you or see you on a regular basis?"

"You're not giving him a chance, Addy. If you did, you'd see him the way I see him. He's sweet and caring and loves me. He really does! He's just really busy, you know? You've never dated someone who's as successful as him, so you don't know."
"I guess so..." Adrienne rolled her eyes. When she looked back at Bonnie, the facade collapsed.

"Oh, Adrienne!" Bonnie whimpered as her face fell into her hands, her palm catching the tears as they fell, "He's cheating on me again! I just know it!" Adrienne got up immediately and closed in on Bonnie. She wasn't sure what to do. She wanted so desperately to go 'I Told You So' but the satisfaction of being right would be overwhelmed by the guilt.

Adrienne lightly wrapped her arm around Bonnie's shaking shoulders and she brought her mouth closer to the girl's ear. "Shhh..." She murmured, trying to console the wailing woman. Bonnie doubled over, her sobs nearly bringing her to her knees. Adrienne looked around the room as she held Bonnie's shoulder tightly, looking for strength.

"Bonnie...Bonnie.." Adrienne tried to speak over the whimpers and deep gasps for air. She let out a deep breath as she brought Bonnie closer into herself. "Bon...It'll be okay. I promise. We'll get through this together."

"I love you, Bonnie."

"Addy..." Bonnie managed in between her gasps. Adrienne merely nodded and soothingly continued to rub the blonde girl's shoulder. It was the only real way she knew how to console someone yet, as Bonnie's trembling lessened, she knew it was helping.

"You gonna be okay?" Adrienne asked as Bonnie finally seemed to calm down. The blonde nodded.
"Yeah..." Adrienne pulled her hand away from her shoulder and took a step back, allowing Bonnie to collect herself.

Once she had calmed down, Bonnie turned back to Adrienne. With arms wide open, she pulled the raven-haired woman into a deep hug. "Thanks, Addy. I love you too. You're the best friend ever."

"I know. You're lucky to have me."
"Oh, you."

The girls pulled apart and for a moment, the mood seemed to be lighter. The positive adrenaline took hold of Adrienne as her body began to run its own course. She gently cupped Bonnie's cheek, rubbing her fingers along the jawline. Bonnie giggled, as if it tickled.

And then...

Before she knew it...

"Wait!"

Shoved, Adrienne stumbled. Shocked, she quickly looked at Bonnie, trying to register what had just happened. Bonnie was breathing heavily, her blue eyes confused and panic that had set in slowly beginning to fade.

"I...I'm sorry," Bonnie spoke quickly, "I...I'm not...I didn't mean it like that. I..."

"I'm...not like that, Adrienne. I don't like you like that. I like men. I love Adam."

"I'm sorry."

"I...have to go." Without letting Adrienne say anything, Bonnie quickly walked out of the room. Adrienne didn't even bother watching her go. She simply remained stranded in that spot. The clicking of the closing door gave her the news: Bonnie was gone.

And Adrienne feared, it wasn't just in the literal sense. She had lost Bonnie.

Forever.

Now Presenting Peli Lens!

elecy — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 15:48:43 GMT

Rules:
1 - Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your album.
3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together.
5 - Post it with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in.

Wikipedia Article - X
Quote - A hotel isn't like a home, but it's better than being a house guest.
William Feather (1908 - 1976)
Original Picture - X

I tag EV'RYBODY.

Parle

elecy — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 22:37:52 GMT

Title: Parle
Rated: PG
Word Count: 657
Summary: Has your French improved since then?
Warnings: French.
Extra: The female sim was made by anuvi.

Parlez vous Francais?
Hope this finds you, the pretty Asian woman with the cute white hat. Sorry I didn't strike up a conversation...but I'm doing it now. So, how's your French?
- found in the Northern Virginia, USA Craigslist

Lawrence exhaled deeply, taking a single cigarette from the pack and replacing it within his pocket. He hesitated to light it, the lighter not even in his hands. He rolled the tobacco-filled cylinder between his fingers, stalling as much as he could. He only had about five minutes left of his ten minute break. He wanted to do all he could to make it go by as slowly as possible. There was no way he was in any rush to return to the exciting world of charging people insane amounts for car insurance. The faces of financially-raped clients, the haughty laugh of his avarice-filled boss...He would rather watch flies gather on a pile of fresh manure than endure any more.

Lawrence liked escaping his office and changing the scene, replacing the dull grey cubicles with lush green trees. The park was one of his favorite places. But he growled lowly as his ears twitched, the sound of chattering steel and bouncing balls echoing inside his mind. It was lunch time. What were other people even doing in his precious, silent escape pod?

He hated it. He absolutely hated it.

Didn't they, too, have a thankless job to get back to?

"Hmpf," Lawrence mumbled as he stared at his cigarette. His eyes then rolled back to the child and old woman. With a thought, he flicked the cigarette onto the ground. He didn't want that old bat to come over and lecture him about his "cancer sticks". It was one headache that wasn't needed.

As Lawrence's head rose to stare out into the street, his eyes met a blinding white figure. He cringed slightly but as he slowly reopened his eyes, they became locked. His lips parted slightly as she walked along the ivory stoneway.

The girl tilted her head slightly as she rounded the corner, her gaze meeting Lawrence's for a moment. Her arms seemed to struggle, trying to balance the large assortment of books that seemed to weigh her to one side.

Lawrence's lip trembled. Her eyes fell onto his. And then, her lips curved. The soft pink petals, a light glisten drawing Lawrence in. Then, just as quickly as their eyes met, her gaze was torn away as she stopped in front of an empty bench.

Lawrence tried not to stare but he couldn't help it. With a curious fascination, he watched as the woman in white placed her belongings down beside the steel feet of the bench. She carefully selected a book and then sat on the worn wood.

"Part 2-3: How To Tell Time..."

Lawrence's eyes remained forward but his ears once again twitch, as he heard the gentlest mumble come from the eburnean woman. Impossible for him before, he zoned out the other park-goers and focused intently on her. That voice which called to him needed to be heard.

"When telling time in French, it is important to know that word for "time," as in "what time is it?" is l'heure, not le temps. Hm," The woman looked up thoughtfully, "Le....hour? No, no. L'here. No. L'hair?"

Lawrence snorted. 'French, the language of love...' He recalled, 'Ironic.' He recalled his middle-school days, when his mother pushed him to learn the language of his great-grandparents. It had been so long since he last used any of what he learned but even so, he still knew what to say. "L'heure...lur," He mumbled softly.

The woman looked at him, her wide eyes blinking slowly. Then she slowly turned back to her book, "...L'heure.."

"Il est...une heure."

Lawrence just sat there, nodding slightly each time the woman said something and paused. It was as if she was waiting for his approval. This must've gone on for at least ten minutes. But then she closed her book and rose.

Lawrence just watched as she stroll past, mumbling the various times over and over again.

And then, she was gone.

And once again, Lawrence exhaled deeply. "Bonne chance avec votre francais, mon cher."

Moving

elecy — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 01:33:49 GMT

I'm in the process of moving my downloads over to http://elecy.dreamwidth.org/

So yeah. :3 That's where you will be able to find them.

Writer's Block: Power of expression

elecy — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 11:02:21 GMT

Remember, Technoviking doesn't dance to the music.

The music dances to Technoviking.

Writer's Block: Ground Control to Major Tom

elecy — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 01:27:49 GMT

First off, it has to be comfy. So probably a beanbag chair or a recliner. I want to be comfortable when I break laws of physics and nature. It would have cup holders, because I want to bring something to eat and drink with me. If I'm going back in time, I want to be sure I don't starve because alot of food back in the day is probably manhandled and not cleaned properly. The last thing I want to do is bite into a pie and die because no one cleaned the fruit to put inside it.

It would have a remote built into one of the arms. The number buttons would be entered to decide which time period I want to go to. The volume button will allow me to slow up or down, to land on a certain day. The channel button will allow me to decide my location.

Writer's Block: Fear

elecy — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 23:05:09 GMT

My biggest fear is heights. Yeah. Srsly. Heights. I don't know where it came from but for as long as I can remember, I've been afraid of heights. Not just high-heights too. Being on a stage makes me get all paranoid too. I think my fear was intensified after falling down the stone stairs at school. Now, I take about a good 3 minutes going down stairs xD I tried to conquer my fear once. At a county fair, me and my mom decided to ride a ferris wheel to conquer our fear, since she's afraid of heights too. We figured a nice, slow ferris wheel would help us. But nooooo. Right when we were high up, it breaks and we are stranded in mid-air.

So...Yeah.

Writer's Block: Mind reader

elecy — Sun, 16 May 2010 05:21:54 GMT

Salsa, pepto, bedtime.

That sounds like a pretty good prompt, actually.

Maybe I'd do better with a vibrator...

elecy — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 06:43:32 GMT

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