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Post by fatty on Jul 18, 2009 10:56:03 GMT -5
Oh dear, poor Warren! The inability to swim much in the water because of his powers seems so hilariously tragic! LMAO! XD POOR WARREN! <3
Continue, love. This journal's amazzziingg.
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Post by somechick on Jul 18, 2009 12:03:19 GMT -5
XD Nani: .....No wonder he never goes surfing....HAAAHAHAHAHA! XDDDDDD
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Post by Warren Peace on Jul 18, 2009 20:51:12 GMT -5
Entry 8 Fire is an angry thing: It writhes and twists and longs to sting The skin of innocents that are drawn By its beautiful siren song.
So my body was born of fire, And anger became my funeral pyre. I touch the flames and never burn, But traded love for the hate I churn.Everything's a little surreal today... When I woke up, my dreams seemed to fuse with reality. I even remember what I dreamed about... It was when I found out that Dad was arrested. Then I sat up in bed and looked at the calendar... It's the anniversary. I literally just pulled out this and started writing... I feel like I should write it here. What happened... Just to get it out of me. I was around 12, but older than all the kids in school... I'd literally just moved back to the USA the past August. Mom and Dad thought it would be better to do 6th grade again, just to get used to America... I was born here, but I moved to Bejing when I was three. I was so used to things in the East, it was a total culture shock. I was such a dork when school started up... I didn't know how to do anything. Even my English was a little shot. I survived and made it to the end of the school year without failing, but summer wasn't as much of a break as I thought it would be... Things were getting a little tense at home. I remember that Dad was coming home from work later than usual, and he and Mom yelled a lot at night... I just tried to block it out and hope that everything would get better, but I never saw what was coming next... I was reading on the couch when the phone started ringing. Mom got it in the kitchen, so I didn't pay much attention until I heard her make this weird nosie... I looked up and realized she was crying. She said that something happened, that she had to leave for a while, and that she might not be back until very late... I couldn't understand what was happening, so I told her not to leave and that maybe I could help... She just shook her head and grabbed the car keys. She left so fast, I didn't know what to think until I started crying. When I look back in retrospect, I think Mom might've accidentally blasted me with her powers, 'cause I felt weird. Mom's an empath, meaning she can control other people's emotions... After she left, I felt like I had been betrayed, lied to, but I had no idea where it was coming from. I calmed down eventually, and just settled for worrying about her. I even tried to call her on her cell phone a few times, but she never picked up. I called Dad, too, but I got a really weird message from the phone service that said the number didn't exist anymore. I guess I turned on the TV to try and kill time... I barely watched any shows, so I was just flipping through the channels when I saw Dad's face on the screen. I flipped back, and I got the whole story... The Commander and Jetstream had shown special interest to a series of US military base robberies, all involving stolen weapons technology and telltale signs that a pyrotech had been the culprit. It was brutal stuff on the news... at least four guards had been roasted alive. They'd tracked down where the tech ended up, mostly to small terrorist groups in China, around where we used to live. They got lucky at the next attack, actually confronted and caught the guy, but when they unmasked him... I thought it was just some sick joke, someone must have framed him, made a mistake… Then all hell broke loose in me. I forget whether I was screaming or crying, maybe both… Just hysterics. I was just mad at everyone: mad at Dad for doing that behind our backs, mad at Mom for not telling me the truth, mad at the Commander and Jetstream for taking my family away, mad at myself for not being able to do anything… I started ripping the cushions off the couch, punching the pillows, kicking the furniture, throwing my books, taking out my frustration on whatever I could get my hands on. I got all hot, but I thought it was just from all the exercise… But when I chucked a book at the floor, my hands caught fire. I just stopped and stared, flexing my fingers under the flames… it was the first time I’d ever powered up. For a moment, I forgot what was happening and just felt the amazement. I had powers. Actual powers, not just the fireproofing I’d developed over my childhood. I tried to make eggs when I was five, and I didn’t get hurt when I set fire to my breakfast, even though I’d put my hand in it. Now I could make my own fire, just like Dad… Dad. Thinking about him made me return to earth. And, more importantly, made me realize that the book was on fire. I stomped it out, but I couldn’t put out my hands. I was thinking about Dad, and my temper surged a little… I didn’t know that I had to calm down to stop just yet. I eventually panicked and stuck them in the toilet, then threw everything flammable out of the bathroom and hid in the tub when I flared up again. I dunno how long I sat there, thinking with my hands on fire, but I guess I fell asleep since Mom was suddenly there with me, calling my name. She said that she was sorry she’d left, and that she was so proud of me for finding my powers… All I could do was cry. Mom explained what I didn’t know, and my life officially hit rock bottom. Just... yeah. So now everyone in my life's screwed. Mom and Dad got a divorce to save whatever money the government, lawyers, and other assholes hadn't taken. Dad got the quadruple life sentence, Mom nearly got jail time for being an “accomplice” (morons), and everyone was too busy arguing and pleading, crying and fighting to pay attention to me, who had next to zero control of my powers. I figured things out little by little, since I was always alone, angry, and had nothing better to do. I must’ve gotten a little spark of my mom’s empathy powers, ‘cause my own abilities are fueled by rage. It was like a slap in the face to everyone: Mom taught me about how destructive negative emotions could be, and now I was a walking metaphor of that. But I couldn’t help but be pissed at everything. School had started back up, and though the real story had been edited for people outside the superhero community, everyone knew that my dad was in jail. I might as well have painted a target on my chest for the other kids to throw their insults at. And Dad’s powers were flashy, impressive, potent… easily recognizable. They were a billboard, shouting, “I’m Baron Battle’s son!” to the world. ...That's pretty much the worst of it, I guess. Maybe I'll write more later. Mom's yelling at me to get my ass out of bed.
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Post by Melinoe on Jul 25, 2009 16:21:40 GMT -5
AWWWWW, POOR WARREN, THAT'S JUST AWFUL.
T.T
*hugs*
Keep going! I love this journal, it's amazing! XD
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Post by somechick on Jul 30, 2009 5:20:50 GMT -5
;-; Oh man, that's harsh even for Warren's father! Man, poor Warren! D: I'd wanna BBQ my dad too if he was being a jerk!
-hugs Warren-
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Post by Warren Peace on Sept 7, 2009 12:17:07 GMT -5
Entry 9 Even smoke has a silver lining, And hazy blackness clears with time.
Tame the fire, but keep it shining To light up this dark world of mine.Just got back from work and read the past entry, so I'll finish it. Maj and Zach took me to Starbucks, so I'm on a caffeine high, anyway. I would’ve given up if it wasn’t for Mom. She faced down everyone who came to make our lives miserable, refusing to go inactive even though she could hardly get a job as the Peacemaker. As for Joy Battle, or now Joy Peace, since we’d both gone back to her maiden name, she resumed her counseling job without missing a beat. And every chance she got, she shot my own emotions with her never-give-up attitude. We still barely had enough to keep us afloat, so I worked under the table at the Paper Lantern for a few years until I could be legally employed. We knew the owners, Mrs. Yang and her family, and they were sympathetic enough to help us out. I let my grades slide so I could have time to work and recover, and my powers were still developing. Mom didn’t really worry, for the most part… She was busy, and she knew I could take care of myself when I was alone. But I didn’t really have her advice on some things, so I just improvised when it came to dealing with all the crud I got at school. I knew that adjusting to my new label was the key, so I started doing things differently. In all my books, the movies, TV shows… if a guy looks tough, he is tough. He’s also trouble, so people don’t mess with him. I gave it a try so people would stay away: started shopping at Hot Topic, grew my hair out, wore black, hit the gym… I even got my first tattoos, just to drive the point home. I guess I just grew into the style… It suited me, if anything. People were intimidated by me, and they thought twice about giving me a hard time. But when people did get bold, I showed ‘em… No one talks about my father. It had its downsides, I guess… I didn’t really have any friends. The people in school that I talked to the most were probably my lab partners in science. And they tried to avoid talking to me as much as possible. So I became the psycho punk, the silent dude who sat by himself at lunch and read books ‘cause no one was stupid enough to try and talk to him. Oddly enough, that’s how I liked it. I repeated seventh grade again, just at a different school. This time I could be my new self from day one: people never questioned who I was before. And when some dumb jock tried to torment me at lunch, I gave him a nice black eye, puffy lip, and week-long suspensions for both of us. Still, he didn’t bother me again. As soon as winter break came around, I was ecstatic: the agreement that Dad’s lawyer was able to squeeze out of the government was that I could see him once a year. We decided on after Christmas, when school was out of the way. I kept a straight face, but I gotta say that the Solitary Ward of the Metropolitan Detention Center for Superpowered Beings gave me the creeps. Mom and I were escorted into a visitor’s room that was exempt from the facility’s superpower-neutralizing system. We were checked about a dozen times to make sure we weren’t trying to sneak anything in. They even made me leave my retainer outside: apparently the metal in it could be used to short-circuit the neutralizing generator, in case someone actually managed to get that far. I went into the visitor’s room alone, and he was waiting in there for me… I think we hugged for a full five minutes. We just talked after that: how I was doing, how Mom was, if I was still painting, how school was going, if I was looking forward to Sky High, ironically normal stuff. Then he motioned for one of the guards and asked if was okay for us to power up. He got the affirmative, and he asked if he could see my powers. I flared up, and I remember him looking so proud. It didn’t matter if he killed people, stole stuff, or destroyed things: he was still Dad. He gave me a few pointers, and we spent the rest of the visit practicing. It turned out that I had my dad’s powers and then some: he was a pyrotech, meaning that he could create fire. I’m a pyrokinetic: I create fire and manipulate it. He got me into the habit of throwing fireballs like a baseball… I wish I’d paid more attention in Little League. I also tried out my aim with my left hand, which was hilariously bad. I can’t do squat with my left hand. Time ran out way too early… Dad got a few words with Mom, and then we left. The guards told me that I could write to Dad if I ever needed to talk. I dropped him a line as soon as I got home. Mom came into my room later, and we got into talking about Dad. She asked if I missed him. I did. Like hell. I asked if she missed him, too. She said that she hadn’t forgiven him from keeping his crimes a secret, but that she did miss him a little. I remember wondering aloud why he’d done it in the first place. Mom got this sad look, and said that she knew. She remarked that I was old enough to know, and I got the rest of the story. It’s really funny in some sick, twisted way: he started because he loved diplomacy so much. One of Mom’s regular jobs as the Peacemaker was to oversee treaties between countries or smaller parties that were up in each others’ asses. Dad was usually with her to help if things got messy. I remember that when they would come home, he was almost always ranting about how their government and things were so wacked out that a monkey could rule it and do a better job. When Dad was stationed in China, he helped a few of the local supers clean up the mess from fighting in some of the rural, dirt-poor villages in the South. They’re rice villages, and they completely ripped each other’s patty fields apart over some stupid land dispute. Farming is literally their life, and since Dad had experience from working with mom, he helped them put their local governments back together while terrapaths and botanapaths repaired the damage. Thing is, he really liked being in charge, where he could do things right, unlike the guys who came crawling to Mom to solve their problems. Mom told me that she had felt his power-lust hit her like a freight train the last time she saw him before he was arrested. He’d been reluctant to leave the villages when they could stand on their own, and he wanted to have that control again. I think that’s where he crossed the fine line between sides. Dad tried to take a few of the rural villages, but he’d moved much closer to Beijing, and the villages weren’t exactly in a crisis. Plus, he sorta-kinda-maybe went over the deep end and stole weapons and stuff from the USA military and gave it to local terrorist groups to help him. Apparently he had a plan or whatever to take Beijing, then make it its own sovereignty… I know I should probably be mad at him, but I don’t really feel angry at him… just disappointed. I can’t just quit my relationship with him, he’s my dad. It’s funny… I bet I’m one of the few people on earth who actually wonder what a criminal left behind when he gets locked up. Did he have a family? Friends? People who loved him? A son, maybe? Oh, well… Even if he is a supervillain, I’ll never forget him. I’ve got too much time on my hands to think only about simpler things. Things settled into a new sort of normalcy, I guess. Eighth grade passed without too much excitement, and it was Sky High after that. I’d gotten used to the routine by then: keep people away, be strong, and no one bothers you. Lonely, but it worked. Plus, my grades wouldn’t suffer as much, since I had more time for studying instead of hanging with people. Dad’s letters came regularly. I figured out how to throw with my left hand. I also got into sculpture: I melt down scrap metal and glass stuff I get for free at the dump, then use ‘em like clay. Layla should be happy… It’s eco-friendly. I figured if being a superhero doesn’t work out, then I could just be a dirt-poor artist with a day job at the Paper Lantern. At least I’ll never be a starving artist: Mrs. Yang tries to make me eat my weight in Chow Mien whenever I’m working. I gained about seven pounds my first month working there. It’s just so good, you can’t help but stuff your face… And I’m a really light eater as it is. Portions are smaller in China, and it’s what I got used to. America is supersized… And yet, Will can pack away two burgers and a whole thing of fries in one sitting, then still have room for an ice cream (ew), and he’s still tiny. I’d snap my belt if I ever ate like him… I guess that’s it for the emo, reflective, retrospective entries… Or maybe it’s not, depending on how much fate wants to torture me tomorrow.
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Post by Warren Peace on Sept 10, 2009 19:13:25 GMT -5
Entry 10 Rage has a reason. Sorrow has a stimulus. Happiness happens.^ Double digits. Heh. Whatever strange deity I somehow found favor with (Maci, maybe? Heh, I’ll ask her later) THANK YOU. We just finished up the past unit in Mad Science, and Medula announced the next one… WE’RE DOING THERMODYNAMICS!!! In other words, I know all this stuff already! Heat energy, temperature, fire and how stuff reacts to getting flambéed… I foresee my grade going up…! I swear, when the bell rang to change classes, I darted into the bathroom, screamed “yay” and did a heel click. Then I just flushed a random urinal and blamed the happy-skippy noise on some other guy in one of the stalls. I got an image to keep, but it was worth it… God, I’m hyper today. Shouldn’t have splurged on Monsters at lunch… Aaaaand I’m getting’ my paycheck from the Lantern after work… I love today. In other random news, I officially have a new favorite band. 30 Seconds to Mars, and the lead singer has, like, the same hair as me! Genius, emo minds think alike!
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Post by Macaria on Sept 10, 2009 19:34:19 GMT -5
^^ Hehe....yay for you Warren....fire unit, lmao.
Maci: *tries and fails to look innocent*
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Post by Warren Peace on Sept 15, 2009 19:29:24 GMT -5
Entry 11 So. I officially have a roomate. And she's licking herself in some freakish, contorted way on her back foot. Honestly, I wish Layla won't tell anyone about this... Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead, and I don't feel like reducing her to slag just yet. I can't be blamed for this, anyway. All her fault. And Mrs. Williams' fault. Damn animal communication. But I actually adopted the cat, so there she is on my bed, drilling holes in the back of my head with her stare and probably waiting for me to go to sleep so she can cuddle. Mrs. Williams said that Corbie - and every other cat at the shelter - said that she liked me 'cause I'm warm and quiet. That's her name, by the way. Corbie. She's all black, and for some odd reason I had The Raven stuck in my head that day. She just stares at you, and it reminded me of the raven’s ‘eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming…’, then I just thought raven, crow, corbie. And just between you and me, she beguiled my sad fancy into smiling. I have got to stop reading Poe over and over again. Corbie’s nice, though. She’s so soft, and she insists on curling under my sheets whenever I try and sleep… It’s like a live plush animal. And she’s all quiet and not invasive at all, unlike a dog. Layla’s got, like, seventy million dogs and they all start barking and molesting you the second you get in the door. Maybe that’s why we have all our study groups at Stronghold’s place: no pets, unless you count Steve. Layla better keep her mouth shut… If it leaks that I’m a cat person, my rep’s gonna be damaged. Aww, Corbie just jumped off the bed and she’s rubbing her cheek on my leg. Good kitty.
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Post by Macaria on Sept 18, 2009 13:49:14 GMT -5
Kitttyyy....awww, cute ^^ XD
It's pretty funny that Warren has a pet named Corbie and Maci has a pet named Cerbie.
The Fates enjoy messing with people in subtle little ways like that, apparently.
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Post by violetparr on Sept 22, 2009 19:53:41 GMT -5
Vi: Aw, cute! You have a soft side! Maybe soon you'll hug a baby or help the environment or something…give Layla a spaz attack.
Layla: *spazzes at the thought* I KNEW you'd love that kitten! Mom works miracles! *hugs*
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Post by Warren Peace on Sept 24, 2009 20:22:03 GMT -5
Entry 12 Even the somber Need a small prescription of A little nonsense.Oh, my god. My sides hurt from laughing. I can't even remember the last time that happened. I don't even care that I have detention for god-knows-how-long, but then again, just about everyone else in my lunch block does too. I didn't even start it this time. I'm innocent here, I just went with the crowd and did as the Romans do. So there's this kid in my Algebra class, I totally forget what his name is but I could really care less, and he shapeshifts into a snake. Like a boa constrictor or something, I dunno... He's a prep, so I keep my distance and "encourage" him to keep his. But anyway, he must've been showing off or something in the lunchroom 'cause there was a giant snake on the floor all of a sudden, and then Ice-Bitch-Jenna knocks out everyone's eardrums for a few seconds with her screaming. She jumps back and sort of accidentally flings her lunch tray, and it lands on some other preppy bitch, one of the flyers, I think. And Jenna had a yogurt parfait. At that moment, it doubled as hair gel. The whole cafeteria goes silent, and everyone's watching as she spazzes and scoops some of the yogurt off her hair and flings it back at Jenna. Jenna squeals and grabs some poor kid's sandwich from the nearest table, chucks it back at her... 'cept she misses and it hits that dude with the six arms. He gives her a 'what-the-f***' kind of look, then he bolts up and grabs all the food he can reach from his little clique, which is quite a lot. I don't even know how many people he hit with those three cheeseburgers and other assorted foodstuffs... but everything sort of went predictably chaotic right then and there. Everyone who got hit started yelling, and some kid screamed it out loud and proud: "FOOD FIGHT!!!!" And did we ever. Back in primary school, there was at least one good food fight I remember. It didn't last too long or anything, just a whole lot of noodles and buns and chopsticks flying around before the teachers came and got us to settle down. But Sky High food fights... wow. It was like War of the Worlds meets the Justice League, all armed with something edible. People are flying over your head and dumping stuff on you, the speedsters are zipping all over the place trying to throw stuff and not get hit at the same time, people who normally shouldn't fly actually do 'cause they got hit with a panini, courtesy of someone with super strength... Our table was pretty quick to join in the fun, and Zach was flinging Cheerios like there was no tomorrow. Ethan had a bag of marshmallows, so I swiped it and heated them all before I pitched them across the room, so they were nice and gooey. Layla was mildly freaking out, and then sort of froze when she got nailed with Jell-O... I wonder if she knows that gelatin's an animal product. Will even sacrificed his pudding cup. That guy's a complete chocoholic, so you know he must've been having fun. I got nailed in the head with a PB&J sandwich and pretty much everywhere else with a frappuccino. Mocha. Mmm... But, alas and alack, all good things must come to an end. Principal Powers arrived on the scene in record time and gave us all a lecture that's gonna turn up in my nightmares tonight. Everyone got a week or so of detention, and I heard some rumors floating around that they're gonna slash our budget for the school dances for the rest of the year. Ugh. I bet it sucks for the seniors, since they've got Prom to look forward to. Sucks for them. Plus, after that, we still had our afternoon classes... So I had peanut butter and frappuccino all over me for the rest of the day. I was also going home with Will, since Mom's got a job as the Peacemaker somewhere in the Middle East. Josie's mouth hit the floor when we both walked in with our thorough coating of miscellaneous lunch, and Will was like, "Hey, Mom... I think Warren and I just topped the Cafeteria Incident at school." She's completely quiet, and Steve's also noticed our entrance... then Will pulls out a random cookie from his pocket, offers it to Josie, and he's like, "Snickerdoodle?" We all completely, totally lost it right then and there. I have hiccups, I laughed so hard. Will let me take a shower, and I swear I still smell like coffee. Just to add to the day's craziness, my clothes were slimed with mocha, so I had to borrow stuff from Will. And he's skinner, shorter, and just plain smaller than me. It's pretty much impossible to do your homework when you can't stop laughing at yourself: I had to wear floodsy sweatpants, which were also way too tight and kept slipping down my ass, but he gave me an oversized T-shirt that sort of covered up any booty shots if I pulled it down all the way. Will needs to get his damn growth spurt already. I know we did that Power Theory homework totally wrong. I’m just too happy-skippy-hyperactive to even care. SNICKERDOODLES!!!! ^ . ^
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Post by Disney on Sept 25, 2009 0:20:01 GMT -5
Awwww. Poor little Warren *Huggles* Esmeralda is making you a box of Snickerdoodles right now,for making me laugh so hard..... XDD Brilliant work!
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Post by Hades on Sept 25, 2009 5:54:22 GMT -5
SNICKERDOODLES!!! *DIES* Oh god, this chapter was hilarious XDDDD
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Post by ratigan on Sept 25, 2009 8:37:05 GMT -5
I love this diary thingy. ;D This chapter had me rolling on the floor XDDD
And the previous with the kitty was just adorable *melts*
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