❦ all that's left at the end of the day

[ theogony: apollo's information ]

2012-11-06T01:37:51Z

❝ You are what brings the music to life ... and there is absolutely something special about that. ❞

Why it's time for Alex Hart's final bow and what comes next.

T oday, I got the unique opportunity to sit down with a big name in the music industry: none other than Alexandros Hart, solo artist and international heartthrob, whose vast mastery of everything from rock to R&B to soulful acoustics has swept this enigmatic young man to stardom in his short five year career. With three triple-platinum albums and eight Top 40 singles in both the UK and the US, it's hardly a wonder why rumours of Hart's sudden retirement are causing a stir, and why I set out looking for answers from the man himself.

We sit down in the corner of a cosy little cafe that the musician chose himself, a small family-owned shop that has been Hart's favourite haunt for buckling down with a warm coffee and writing out his next hit at this very same table. When we walk in, Hart dressed to the nine's in a form-fitting, dashing three-piece by Armani that brings an enchanting brightness to his sky-blue eyes, he greets every employee by name before pulling out my chair for me (ever the gentleman) and sitting opposite with a warm, inviting smile.

Mr Hart, thank you so much for meeting me here today.

Alexandros Hart: It's a pleasure to be here. And please, call me Alex.

Alex, then. Now, for any of our new readers or those that haven't turned on a radio in the past five years, [He laughs], your first album released in 2004, Illuminate, went gold in its first month on the shelves and your latest album, Immortalise, has made triple-platinum since its release this summer. Tell me honestly now, what is all that fame like for a new name in the business?

A: Oh, that's good. You're getting into it now, 'the biz.' [He laughs again] No, I think - it would definitely be a lie to say it isn't a great deal of fun, you know, when I travel overseas and hear one of my songs playing overhead in a shopping centre or something like that. But I think like anyone would tell you, you just write something you hope people will listen to and enjoy, and if they do, that's good. That's great - and that it reaches people across the globe, that's a wonderful feeling, yeah.

And it seems like you write something for everyone, don't you? From upbeat songs that are good for a night at the club to the more heartfelt songs that've set women - and some men, I'm sure - swooning. I'll even admit a track or two from Immortalise brought a couple tears to my eyes.

A: I would like to personally apologise for any spontaneous bouts of fainting or ill-advised dancing in public. Red is a lovely colour on you, by the way.

Oh, well, thank you. Now, many of your songs ➸

OOC

PB: Bradley James
Journal: incendo
Name: Faith
Timezone: PST
Plurk: varooooom
Layout: Layouttesst

follow the theme of telling the truth and love lost, setting out a path forward but honouring your past. There's a sweetness and a sadness to it, and I think many fans, myself included, would like to know what inspires you to write about these matters of the heart? Is there someone out there that left you waiting?

A: I have my muses, absolutely. You draw from what you know, that's the easiest to sing about because you've felt it and you know what it's about. It means nothing if you don't believe in it.

'You draw from what you know,' so you find home in a thunderstorm and curse the messenger of ill fortune - these, of course, being lyrics from your songs?

A: [He laughs again, wiping at his eyes before answering] Doesn't everyone know someone like that? A, ah, friend, well-meaning, more or less, that says things you don't always want to hear and is just generally a pain, but you can't get rid of them? There's a bit of me in all of my songs, yeah.

Which brings us to my next that I'm sure is on everybody's mind - is there anyone you're sweet on at the moment?

A: Are you asking me if I'm single, Elizabeth?

No, of course not - well, yes, but not like that -

A: [He laughs] No, I'm not currently seeing anyone.

So there's no one special in your life?

A: There is. Of course there is. There's you. [A beat, and he chuckles lightly] Not like that - though it would certainly be my pleasure - but, all of you. My fans, and the people that have supported me throughout my years. You are what brings the music to life, I would be nothing without you. And there is absolutely something special about that.

Wait - did you hear that? I think that was the sound of more swooning. [He laughs] Well, that is one of the many things that has kept you at the top of the charts as a fan favourite, aside from

your musical talent and beautiful voice, of course. Your love and adoration for your fans has always made us feel - well, special. So for that, on behalf of your loyal followers, thank you.

A: Thank you, Liz.

All right, I guess that leaves only the big question. In the past few weeks, word has leaked across the public forum hinting towards the possible end of your musical career. No one seems to know where it all started, but it's spread like wildfire across blogging fansites like Tumblr and LiveJournal, and even had the trending hashtags of #fallingstar and #brokenharted - spelt as your last name, naturally - on Twitter. So please, set the public at ease. Say it isn't so.

A: Ah, I'm sorry to say, it actually is so. I know, I know, that's horrible. I've probably just lost a couple thousand followers on Twitter. [He laughs quietly] In

all seriousness, it is something I've considered for some time now. As soon as I wrap up the Setting Sun tour in Hawaii, that'll be it for me.

A good place to end it all, I think. You can catch some waves afterwards on the tears of your fans. [He laughs] If not performing on a stage, is there something else you'll be taking up in its stead?

A: Yes. I'll actually be going to work for my father.

Corporate titan, Julian Keravnos, right? [He chuckles to himself - I wonder if there's an inside joke I missed. Tweet your theories to me at @elizabethf]

A: The very same. I can't say exactly what I'll be doing just yet for legal reasons, but change is coming, and I know that this is the right path for me right now.

Right now. Does that mean we might see you back on the charts again some day?

A: Maybe! I'm definitely not opposed to the idea. There's a beauty and a life in music that you can't find anywhere else. It will always be a part of me, so - who knows?

Well, I know that millions of people, myself included, will be holding out hope for that day. Is there anything you'd like to say to the fans as your parting words?

A: Um ... I guess, simply: 'goodbye for now, my sweet ambrosia, until we meet again.'

A lovely nod to This Tireless Heart, the last track on Immortalise.

A: Yes, just plagiarised myself a bit there. [He laughs] Don't tell the record label.

Many of the songs are about yearning for home, and following the light of tomorrow. Was it intended, then, as your farewell to the industry?

A: That, and I suppose you could call it my final love note to the fans. I truly do mean it when I say

you lot are my everything, and I love you all dearly.

And we, you, Alex. Thank you, for everything.

A: Thank you again, Elizabeth.

You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen. It may be the end of a short but bright flame, but this is certainly not the last the world will see of Alexandros Hart. Be sure to pick up your copy of Immortalise, and buy your tickets to Setting Sun now before you lose your chance for this star to light up your sky. ❦

STATS

NAME: Alexandros Hart
NICKNAMES: Alex
AGE: ha-ha
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Blond
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 175lbs
BUILD: Come over and find out

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUALITY: Fluid
OCCUPATION: Badass
RESIDENCE: Everywhere

TRUE NAME: Apollo
RACE: Olympian
DOMINION: Healing, plague, truth, prophecy, music, poetry, light, Sun.
WEAPON: Bow and arrow, various firearms.

PARENTS: Julian Keravnos
SIBLINGS: Eleni Hart
OTHER RELATIVES: Everyone ever because Zeus is a slut

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[ apokalyptisch ; 123.) worst day ]

2011-03-04T22:57:53Z

TITLE:
AUTHOR: Faithy
FANDOM(S): Supernatural meets Zombieland.
CHARACTER(S): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Witchita and Little Rock
PROMPT: 123.) Worst Day
RECIPIENT: Tifa
RATING: R, for language and violence.
WARNINGS: Um. Any Zombie's Rights fanatics might not enjoy this story.
SPOILERS?: Nope!
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: Rule Number One: you do not mess with the Impala.
WORD COUNT:

Dean is a fairly indulgent man when it comes to reckless behavior and pretty girls, but especially when it comes to Sam. You'd be hard pressed to find something he wouldn't do for the kid, and even harder pressed to get him to say no when Sam asks for something. Rough and tough exterior but the man's basically a soccer mom when it comes to his baby brother. 'Go, Sammy, go! Aim for his ankles!' Yeah, he's plenty indulgent. But this?

This is just fucking ridiculous.

"Not a chance in Hell, Sammy," Dean growls, fingers wringing the Impala's wheel in a death grip because he wishes that could ever be the final word. But Sam is and forever will be the master of the bitch-face, and it never ceases to be a pain in Dean's ass.

"C'mon, Dean. They need help!" Hands splayed out in frustration, body angled toward him and eyes pleading like that'll sell this bullshit as fast as Girlscout cookies in front of a Walmart and goddamn, does Dean love him some cookies.

"Maybe you didn't get the memo, but the whole friggin' world needs our help right now, Sam. What part of 'zombie apocalypse, R.E.M end of the world as we know it' don't you understand?"

"Alright, so it's every other Thursday for us. Fine. But who knows when the next car is gonna pass by? We can't just leave them out there."

"No. No way, man, I am not turning around." Sam's glare is unrelenting and burns holes in the side of Dean's head, has the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge, and he is not caving to this, okay? "I said no, Sam," he barks in the most John-esque manner he can, which gets the younger Winchester to huff in frustration and slump down in his seat. It almost seems like he might concede there, but then he breaks out the puppy eyes and good Lord does this kid know how to squeeze Dean for everything he's worth. "Fine!" Dean finally shouts, arms raising rather dangerously off the wheel in a dramatic surrender. He slams them back down with a thud! and goes right back to wringing them in annoyance. "Fine. Jesus H. Christ. Call off the friggin' Inquisition, I'll turn around."

Without giving the break pedal even an inkling of a thought, he whips the car around, fishtailing the rear into the gravel on the side of the road and kicking up a storm behind them. Sam's just pleasant as fucking peaches, but he knows better than to make any sort of comment on Dean's sudden change of heart.

Mother bear to the core, but nowhere near above beating on his cub.

The two girls waving down assistance with an old shirt quickly came back into view, Dean grumbling and bitching and spewing random complaints like 'getting your panties in a twist over some friggin' skirts on the side of the road' and 'she is too young for you, Sammy. Don't care how hot she is, she's too friggin' young' all the way to the moment he stops the car a few yards away from them. "I swear to God, as Cas is my witness, Sammy," he growls, grabbing his pistol from the dash and tucking it into his jacket then pointing a threatening finger in Sam's face, "if these girls try to make a Manwich out of me, I am eating your ass." Sam stifles a grin in response and Dean rolls his eyes, kicking open his door and getting out in a huff. The damsels in distress bounce towards them excitedly when they see the boys and Dean just isn't having any of that shit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up," he calls to them, stepping out in front of his baby to be joined by Sam. "We're not having any John Ryder shit here, okay? I'm not letting just anyone in my car."

"Dean..." Sam starts, but he holds up a finger to stop him before he can say anything. Driver gets to call the shots, especially when he's only humoring his little brother. This Dude? Does not abide.

He points that same finger back to the girls, "Names. Let's have 'em."

The two share a look and the older one speaks up. She isn't exactly soft spoken, but there's a certain cautiousness about her that makes Dean uneasy. The moment the words leave her lips, he knows she's gonna be trouble. "Well, how do we know you're not like, rapists or something? Tell us yours first."

Well, whaddya know? Gut instincts win, yet again. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm really not in the mood to play games--"

"And I'm not about to let my little sister get in some pervert's car." Arms crossed, head raised - 100% attitude and isn't that just great? Dean purses his lips and inhales shortly, then turns to Sam to speak through gritted teeth.

"I'munna shoot her, Sammy. I'm gonna shoot her, and I'm gonna say she was a zombie. Do you see those eyes? She's gonna eat us alive."

Sam rolls his eyes with a sigh and turns him away from the girls to avoid any further conflict. "Look, I promise we're not here to hurt you." Speak for yourself, friggin' Boy Scout. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean."

The older sister takes a second to respond, and Dean can just hear the smug victory in her voice. "I'm Witchita. She's Little Rock."

"Oh come on, man! They won't even give us their real names!" Dean can't believe his brother's buying into this, but Sam just gives him that look; that stupid, all-knowing look that says he 'understands' them or some crap like that. "Un-fucking-believable."

"We're heading to Sioux Falls, and you're welcome to come with if you want."

"Sam..."

"What's in Sioux Falls?"

"...Someone that can help."

"Huh," he hears her say, and suddenly they're both walking past him to the passenger seat. 'Witchita' or whatever turns to smirk at him as she passes then continues to the door, "Didn't there there was anyone that could help us anymore."

Once they're inside and out of earshot, Dean turns to Sam with bloody murder in his eyes and the younger brother just shrugs then heads for shotgun before he can get a word off. He turns back to the car and sees Little Rock messing with the Army man stuck in the door handle. "Oh Hell no." He stalks back to the driver's seat and all but rips open the door before plopping his less-than-happy ass onto the bench. After adjusting the rear-view so that both girls are in view he glowers back at them and speaks firmly, "Alright, house rules, ladies. Number one? Do not touch anything." Little Rock catches on and stops messing with the door and opts to cross her arms over her chest instead. Both of 'em, chock full of attitude. Awesome. "Number two? I'm not playing baby sitter. We stop when we need to stop, and if you need to tinkle? I can't guarantee I'll find a truck stop so you better be comfortable with popping a squat." Sam shakes his head and stares out the window, clearly annoyed, which Dean is definitely counting as a victory.

"Last but not least?" and now there's a small smirk forcing its way onto his lips, "My car, my rules. No bitching." Witchita looks pissed and Little Rock's staring right back at him in the mirror, Dean's smirk now at full blast because he is way okay with that. He starts up the car and turns the radio back on, Foreigner's guitars blaring throughout the car at way too high a volume, and it isn't three seconds later when the younger sister speaks up.

"What's wrong with your music?"

...This has gotta be the worst friggin' day ever.

[ apokalyptisch ; 2011 prompt challenge ]

2011-03-04T00:56:45Z

~write like your lives depend on it, because the world's ending fast and all we've got is time. we'll keep writing until we meet The End. ♥

001.	Crash	002.	Dim	003.	Futile	004.	Erratic	005.	Loved
006.	Soft	007.	Hold	008.	Shackles	009.	Broken	010.	Precious
011.	Odds and Ends	012.	Tea	013.	Twisted	014.	Echo	015.	Soothe
016.	Fight	017.	Naked	018.	Push	019.	Alive	020.	New
021.	Born	022.	Murmur	023.	Devious	024.	Isolation	025.	Starve
026.	Breakable	027.	Winter	028.	Ignore	029.	Colour	030.	Grace
031.	Belong	032.	Choke	033.	Reach	034.	Difficult	035.	Heat
036.	Veneer	037.	Fall	038.	Nightmare	039.	Contagious	040.	Good riddance
041.	Goodbye	042.	Scarred	043.	Last dance	044.	Burn	045.	Steady
046.	Monster	047.	Voodoo	048.	Shine	049.	Intent	050.	Camping
051.	Grave	052.	Machine	053.	Destination	054.	Nowhere	055.	Garden
056.	I know	057.	Dust	058.	Dream	059.	Destiny	060.	Spring
061.	Sigh	062.	Fingertips	063.	Waiting	064.	Playboy	065.	Revenge
066.	July	067.	Desire	068.	Free	069.	Celebration	070.	Stars
071.	Morgue	072.	Space	073.	Whitewash	074.	Alone	075.	Coma
076.	Letters	077.	Phone call	078.	Music	079.	Silence	080.	Cards
081.	Emblem	082.	Elephant	083.	Monopoly	084.	Reality	085.	Serenity
086.	Bone	087.	Chalk dust	088.	Manuscript	089.	Ink	090.	Perfection
091.	Ring	092.	Drive	093.	Missing	094.	Full moon	095.	New direction
096.	Nostalgia	097.	Protection	098.	Companionship	099.	Tender	100.	Shatter
101.	Mellow	102.	Eternal	103.	Subtle	104.	Cheat	105.	Transparent
106.	Believeable	107.	Repeat	108.	Addicted	109.	Write	110.	Soulful
111.	Broken	112.	Stop Time	113.	Alcohol	114.	Pauses	115.	Affront
116.	Run	117.	Experience	118.	Fatality	119.	Helping Hand	120.	Breeze
121.	Get Up	122.	Villain	123.	Worst Day	124.	Bewitching	125.	Jubilant
126.	Languid	127.	Obsessive	128.	Recoil	129.	Vehement	130.	Collide
131.	On My Mind	132.	Mirror	133.	Kneel	134.	Locked	135.	Punch
136.	Tight	137.	Urban	138.	Health	139.	Older	140.	Vital
141.	Dawn	142.	Lust	143.	Memorial	144.	Pretend	145.	Zeal
146.	Disaster	147.	Blush	148.	Nimble	149.	Remain	150.	Snore
151.	Done	152.	Justice	153.	Weapon	154.	Tide	155.	Accent
156.	Indirect	157.	Haze	158.	Puzzle	159.	Try Again	160.	Reap
161.	Settle	162.	Treat	163.	Notice	164.	Least	165.	Exception
166.	Rule	167.	Correct	168.	Harm	169.	Strive	170.	Temperamental
171.	Divided	172.	Victory	173.	Delivery	174.	Ballad	175.	All I Ask
176.	Fire	177.	Lies	178.	Stormy	179.	Terrible	180.	Decay
181.	Dramatic	182.	Panic	183.	With You	184.	Killing	185.	Jump
186.	Waste	187.	Passion	188.	Flying	189.	Drought	190.	Sword
191.	Skill	192.	Dust	193.	Enchant	194.	Shadows	195.	Powerless
196.	I'll never leave	197.	I'm here	198.	Ashes	199.	Touch	200.	Emptiness

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2011-01-17T08:26:07Z

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ❤

[ nameless : prologue ]

2010-12-19T04:01:30Z

My life is not one of those tragedies you hear about in story books. I was not abandoned as a child, left for dead, fighting for every day’s meal. Well, not entirely, at least.

I was raised an orphan though I did not grow up in the orphanage at which I was left. In those times, money was a rare commodity and most families had to make certain alterations to their lifestyle in order to live cheaper and save money. For most people, that meant getting rid of a kid or two. That abandoned child I mentioned, fighting for their life? That was not an uncommon sight in the back streets of our wonderful world. People either didn’t know about them or they just didn’t pay attention. Both are possible. But that was not my life. I was brought to an orphanage rather than abandoned on the streets, one of the lucky thousands out of the unlucky millions. They took me in and nurtured me to health, apparently I was half dead, and when I was old enough to understand, they told me what my tragic tale was.

Both of my parents were dead.

Not so tragic, not so uncommon. My mother died with me in her arms. Okay, that’s a bit stranger than most kids’ stories. My mother was murdered and spent the last of her time among the living bringing me to safety. Now we’re talking. When I was brought to said orphanage, I was carried in the arms of a woman who was out of breath, desperate for help, and losing blood quickly. As she ran up the stairs to the orphanage, she left a distinguished red trail behind her, her legs barely even strong enough to get her up the steps. She collapsed at the top, the head guy of the orphanage reaching her just in time to catch her before her head hit the stone steps. Her name was unknown. The name of the child in her arms was unknown. Just who had shot her and why was unknown.

All they knew was that on that night, a trail of blood was washed away by the pouring rain, never to be noted or missed or even commented on by anyone outside the orphanage. Not quite unlike the woman whose body was picked up and discarded of in the morning, without a word, never to be missed or remembered. Just like that, swept away in the rain, a human being disappeared. And no one even cared. It was just so . . . tragic.

But the world keeps moving.

The child that was held ever so tightly and safe in that woman’s arms was me. The woman, my mother. The only words she managed to spit out before croaking was “Take him away”. Such sweet parting words, dear mother. Though I suppose I can’t be too bitter; she did die saving me. And that’s the story of my mother. How I came to be at this orphanage. Though, as I said, I was not raised in that orphanage. There were far too many children being abandoned for orphanages to carry. When there’s a problem, who comes to the rescue?

The government, of course.

The government took note of the overwhelming numbers of abandoned children and the lack of the proper facilities to house and feed them. What few orphanages there were didn’t have enough beds or clothes or food for the entire homeless community. There were still the numerous street walkers that were unaccounted for. And every day, more and more children joined their ranks. So what did the government do? Did they take all those wonderful tax payers’ money and build more institutions for the homeless, strengthen the ones there were? Did they sweep in and save the day, carrying off the poor little children to bigger and better places where they could live happily?

Who the hell are you trying to fool?

They swept in, all right. They swept the streets for the wandering, went to every orphanage in the city to take away the unsightly plague on humanity. It was just like your modern day holocaust. These were kids with no parents, no form of family or care taker. They could die like rats in the sewers and no one would shed a tear. So when they were taken away, it was not in a courteous, kind fashion. They were hunted like animals, captured and thrown in the back of large trucks to be hauled away without argument. No one could fight them. No one wanted to. No one had the strength to. We began to wonder if we even had the right to.

The government officials were slightly more civilized when they went to the orphanages. They spoke with the care takers in order to be able to take the vermin off their hands, out of their care. And they didn’t take everyone from the orphanages. They were more scrupulous in their choosing of the orphans than they were with the street walkers. They would gather all the children between the ages of three to thirteen, separate the boys from the girls, the sick from the healthy, and then take the strongest of the group. They did not discriminate by race or gender, merely by whether or not their bodies would be suitable. Suitable for what?, you may ask.

The training facilities, they’d answer.

The government started underground, top secret training facilities to house the unwanted filth in the world. They weren’t exactly classified; the public knew about them but, just like everything else, they remained ignorant to it all. Because how can one worry about someone else when they had themselves to take care of? Even if they did care, which very few ever did, how could they admit to themselves that they stood by and watched as these helpless children were carried away by force? Be it guilt or greed, no one paid them any mind. They were free to take us as they pleased, do with us as they pleased. We lived in those facilities that were more like prisons, went through the works of militaristic training. We were designed and raised to kill. The perfect weapons for war, the perfect assassins for the CIA. We were anything they wanted us to be.

Their toy soldiers. And no one could stop them.

We were all children with no families. Children with no homes to miss let alone return to if we couldn’t take the heat. We were the abandoned children, born into families that had no room for waste, to people that didn’t have time to stop and smell the roses. We were the unwanted in an unwanted world. We were free for the taking and no one would ever raise a finger to oppose them. My parents were dead. My mother was a nameless woman washed away in the rain. My father?

They told me my father was dead. A couple months ago, that statement became true.

I killed him with my own hands.

[ for all your geeky purposes ]

2010-12-03T22:50:16Z

Tentative Muselist
Bones
Seeley Booth

Firefly
River Tam

Glee
Burt Hummel
Finn Hudson
Kurt Hummel
Kurt Hummel (TNG)
Kurt Hummel (joss!verse)
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman

Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name
Doc Worth

The Harry Potter Series
Hermione Granger

Inception
Mal Cobb
Mal Cobb (pre-canon)

The Inside
Danny Love

Lie To Me
Cal Lightman

Pandora Hearts
Alice
Oz Vesselius

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
Scott Pilgrim

Soul Eater
Black☆Star

Supernatural
Azazel
Death
Lucifer
Sam Winchester
Sam Winchester (teen)
Sam Winchester (soulless)
Sam Winchester (demon)
Sam Winchester (curse)
Sam Winchester (curse)

Tropic Thunder
Alpa Chino

Zombieland
Columbus

General Fandom List
→Avatar: The Last Airbender
→Bones
→The Caliban Leandros Series
→Firefly
→Glee
→Hanna is Not a Boy's Name
→Harry Potter
→Inception
→Kingdom Hearts
→Pandora Hearts
→Scott Pilgrim Vs.
→Soul Eater
→Supernatural
→Zombieland