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Post by Warren Peace on Nov 29, 2009 10:09:49 GMT -5
Entry 17 Red light, green light, Stop and go. Don't count on moving If your Zen is low.I hate my car. Sure, everyone who sits with me at lunch thinks it’s the coolest thing ever that I have my license, and that I actually own a car, but really. Driving’s hard, and you wouldn’t believe some of the jackasses I’ve seen on the road (they’re called headlights, USE THEM, moron) and I’ve only got a few months of experience myself. I think it’s fairly hard. But I do have to concentrate a bit more than most people. Pyrokinesis + gasoline + road rage = catastrophe. I’m not allowed to drive anyone around until March (but I do it anyway), I’m still not eligible for Superhero Traffic and Parking Ticket Forgiveness (if a radioactive monster’s terrorizing suburbia, you’re not really gonna have time to find a legal parking space before you jump in to save the day), and my car is a friggin’ PIECE OF CRUD. It’s a 1969 Chevrolet C-10, but it looks like it was around when dinosaurs roamed the freeway. I got it for about 600 bucks off the road, just sitting in front of a house with a “for sale” sign stuck in the window. I had 600 bucks, I needed a car. I tried to fix it up as much as I could, even though I’m not so great at mechanics and stuff like that. My floundering Mad Science grade is proof enough. I guess the truck is black, sort of, since it’s rusted around the wheels and the fenders… I actually duct-taped the bumper back on when the bolt just rusted over completely, and it started hanging off. The inside’s pretty much only good for sitting in. The climate control doesn’t work, which is okay for me when it’s hot out, but it’s just annoying when I’m cold. Windows use a hand crank, and Will popped one of ‘em right off the door when he got it stuck. I kept telling him to leave the damn thing alone and just deal with the open window, but does he listen? No. Radio doesn’t work, either, and Zach nearly spazzed when he saw that it didn’t have a CD player, satellite radio, not even a cassette player. Seriously? I’m getting ready to melt the steering wheel off just listening to whoever-so-happens-to-be-riding-shotgun flap their gums! Just wait until they start driving… I’ll bet my paycheck that Will’s gonna do something stupid, like slam the brake right through the floor. Somehow, I’ve managed to keep that thing alive for five months. Whenever I start it up, it makes this noise that definitely can’t mean anything good. Of course, the ignition actually has to work for that to happen. It takes a few tries, and sometimes I’m just sitting in that rust-mobile for ten minutes or so, trying to kick-start the thing into life. I’m ready to pull some technopath off the street to breathe some vitality into it, maybe see if Ethan’s sidekick exam on superhero transport vehicle maintenance actually taught him anything. Popsicle nearly fried my brain, asking me to quiz him every second of the day… If not, I wonder how surprised Mr. Medulla would be if I begged him on my knees to help me with my car. Maybe if I throw in an on-the-house dinner at the Lantern. He’s been showing up there an awful lot, always with those two blonde chicks that look like they could be twins. ‘Cause I’m gonna lose my job if the f***truck keeps taking its sweet time to work and making me late for my shift. And note to self, keep an eye on him and his little blondie posse. Medulla, you cougar, you…
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Post by Macaria on Nov 29, 2009 10:52:55 GMT -5
THANK YOU!
It's about time, really, I only had to wait four freaking days to get my promised update, but, it's worth it. Hehe. <3
Great entry, can't wait for the next one. ^^
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Post by Warren Peace on Nov 29, 2009 14:05:35 GMT -5
Entry 18 I’ve read all the books, I know I’m not wrong When I say Harry Potter Doesn’t burst into song.Today, I had an epiphany: I have weird friends. Seriously, I dunno what the rest of my lunch table was smoking, but MAN that was a freakishly random phenomenon in the melodramatic ramblings of this pyrokinetic. The food fight earlier in the year was much more epic, don’t get me wrong, but this scored in the upper digits of the “strange factor.” It started out normal enough, just talking. Comparing homework, complaining over the pop quiz Mr. Boy pulled on the sidekicks, TGIF exalting (since it was Friday), just normal stuff. But for some reason that I still can’t figure out, everyone just stopped talking at the same time. It got real quiet, and Zach proclaimed the obvious fact for us. Yeah, I guess conversation ideas just ran dry or something, ‘cause we all laughed once or twice and nodded at Day-Glo, and cue more awkward silence. I’d almost pulled my book out, since no one was talking, but Maj starts this annoying tapping with her fork. I’m about to yell at her to cut it out, but she notices the rhythm and looks at her fork, then back up to everyone else… man, you could tell she was gonna do something, just that look in her eye… And then she starts up with “Snape. Snape. Serverus Snape.” Everyone giggles a little, myself included, and she repeats for a second time. I thought she was gonna stop, so I whipped out my book and turned to where I’d dog-eared the page. But Zach practically explodes all of a sudden, he throws his hands up and screams, “DUMBLEDORE!” I nearly jumped off the bench, and before I could even think Oh, god, please, no, the whole table started devolving into Potter Puppet Pals. You could tell that everyone had seen the video multiple times, because they did it perfectly. Will jumps in with “Ron! Ron! Ron Weasley!” after Zach. Layla’s got the upbeat with “Hermione.” Ethan starts flailing around and doing a pretty damn good job of a Harry Puppet impression. By now, I’m really weirded-out, and they just keep going. Maj and Ethan start up the “HARRY!SNAPE!” bridge, Zach explodes into a “DUMBLEDORE!” I’m just thankful that he didn’t strip, like the puppet… Back into the chorus, and I’m looking at them with a ‘wtf’ sort of face. “Singin’ our song! All day long at HOOOOOOOOGWAAARTS!!” Yeah, some of the assembled are even more tone-deaf than the vid. Will doesn’t miss a beat. “I found the source of the ticking! It’s a pipe bomb!” Everyone cheers and throws their hands up for maximum cheese-factor, and then go right into explosion sound effects. I was sitting across from Zach. He sprayed. Everyone goes quiet again, and I’m thinking something along the lines of, Thank god that’s over, now the whole cafeteria’s looking at us. The bell’s gonna ring in a few, so I start to put my book back in my bag (which I never got to read), and I notice everyone else is staring me down. I look from side to side, give them a sort of ‘whaddya want from me?’ look- then it hits me. Ugh. When in Rome… And so I appease them. “Voldy-mort, Voldy-mort, ooh, Voldy-Voldy-Voldy-Voldy-mort.” I rolled my eyes and did some sort of Austin Powers snap-&-point thing at the end. Yeah, I have no idea what happened.
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Post by Macaria on Nov 29, 2009 14:10:59 GMT -5
XDDDDD ZOMG, too funny.... XD *is dying*
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Post by gypsyking on Nov 29, 2009 15:53:40 GMT -5
*Hyena* XDD
Clop:*watches rper turn blue upon suffocating herself of laughter* You know.. a shame i never pulled that show in Paris.. Yet..
rper* chokes self from laughter*
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Nov 29, 2009 20:03:03 GMT -5
*is dying of laughter*
Seriously, my sides hurt... Too damn funny.
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 9, 2009 19:53:38 GMT -5
Entry 19 Tears on the floor I'm broken and beat.
Pick up the pieces Set me back on my feet.I gave Mom a long-distance call the other day, just to tell her what happened, and that I’m okay for the most part… she started crying. She said she was so sorry that she hadn’t been there to do anything, and that she’d try to come home for me… I couldn’t let her. I told her that Georgia and Russia need her more than I do, and I handed the phone off to Elisa so she couldn’t hear me cry. She worries so much… I wish there was more I could do for her. She’s the reason why we’ve still got a house, food, my tuition for Sky High… She’s proof that bad stuff always happens to the best people. It’s kindave been a slow week. I don’t have much to do besides sleep, and I don’t really feel like doing much, anyhow. I'm depressed nearly 24/7. I feel so exhausted. Getting up and walking around hurts. I think I'm putting on weight from lying in bed and eating. It’s funny… whenever some disaster happens, you’ve got a super rushing in to save the day, yadda yadda yadda. But if he fails… then what? I guess I’m finding out, as told by the fallen hero. The bruises don’t hurt as much as they did, but you feel ashamed that you got hurt in the first place. What if something else happens, and no one else is strong enough to handle it but you? And you’re too beat up inside and out to do anything… I honestly never knew I had so many friends. I know Will was always there when I broke my arms, but god… now Elisa, Nani, Quasimodo, Jim’s come back albeit with a species change, and Maci… She’s wonderful. But it’s really uncomfortable with all the attention. I appreciate their help, and I know that I really need it, but… I’ve always fixed my own problems by myself. No one really offered to help me before: they didn’t want to, and I didn’t want them to, either. And now everyone sits me down in Elisa’s guest room and tell me to sleep and rest up while they do everything for me. And the way they all look at me… I hate that they all know what happened. They feel sorry for me. I’m aware that they need to know if I actually want to get better, but it’s so embarrassing. It’s worse than Dad. And I can’t get it out of my head: when I’m alone it just randomly pops up, when I move the ache reminds me, and god, the nightmares… they don’t ever stop… But I notice myself healing up, however slow it’s happening. And I want to get back in the swing, just go back to being relatively happy instead of how I feel now. We’re just one big, dysfunctional family. Maci’s doing so much… she’s like a replacement for my teddy bear that I torched a few years ago. But she’s even better. I hate how awful she feels over all this… I just want her to realize that none of it’s her fault. I love her- I couldn’t ever blame her, and she’s my reason to keep holding on. Everyone else helps in their own way, too… I’m usually on the receiving end of Nani’s bitch-mode, but she can be so sweet when she’s got a reason. Quasi’s so calm, and it catches on, and Will’s like a little puppy- he can be so upbeat, and it helps me wake up and forget for a while when I’m talking with him. And he can be ridiculously funny without even trying. He brought me some books the other day, and I told him to read one of ‘em… he complains that it makes no sense about an hour later and gives it back. I flip my Fruits Basket manga over and point to the little notice on the cover that says it reads right to left. Will was like, “…Oh.” So hard not to laugh at that kid. And Elisa… she understands more than anyone. It’s just so hard to believe that the same thing happened to her. She’s so strong. Well… I guess I was, too… but she and everyone else tell me that I’m still strong, and I’ll keep getting tougher with time. That which does not kill you makes stronger. And Elisa knows what to say to make it happen, at least for a little while. When I’m not too down, she’s so amiable and happy… it gives me a little glimpse of the road out of this nightmare, seeing how she can suffer through the same thing and learn to put it behind her. And it may seem odd, but the fact that she went and got herself knocked up by Tulio calms me down. Sure, she freaks me out with the mood swings, but… Just right after that night, I felt so filthy awful. I… honestly felt like I never wanted to sleep with anyone, ever, even if it was someone I love… I’m afraid that I’ll just keep thinking about her. But Elisa got back up and made out with the guy she wanted to spend forever with. I just think that’s so brave of her, to face something that’s such a terrible memory and turn it into something better. It sounds weird, but it makes sense in my head. And I’m getting a new niece or nephew in a few months!
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 9, 2009 20:50:36 GMT -5
Elisa: *trying not to cry, hugs Warren*
Great entry.
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 15, 2009 13:05:19 GMT -5
Entry 20 Mom came home. Good god, I wish she’d listened to me… but at the same time, it’s such a comfort to see her again. It’s really risky for her to just leave in the middle of a job… warring nations tend to misbehave when you look away. She said that she was able to get another empath on the case, so she could go home for me, but it’s still dicey to do something even relatively safe like that. Essentially, her battlefield’s the psyche- you never know what might set it off. Even worse, she didn’t give me a heads-up that she was coming back. I could’ve cleaned myself up a little, just so I didn’t look quite as bad, but… I looked like the usual wreck, and she started crying when she saw me. So I hugged her and cried a little, too. She looks delicate when she’s upset, like she’s made of glass. If she cries too hard, she’ll break… I wonder if I look like that, too. I feel like that. We just talked for a bit, getting caught up. I admit to downplaying everything a bit- I didn’t lie, I just didn’t elaborate on how it felt. I think it was a pretty moot effort, though… Mom can’t read minds, but she can read emotions. I can’t lie to her, since she can tell, and I don’t have any remote skill at it, anyway. Besides, it’s pointless to try and hide how I’m feeling from her. Mom once told me that even though I’m a pyrokinetic, I must’ve inherited a piece of her powers, too- not simply that my emotions trigger my powers, but she says that I feel things so much, sometimes too much. I’m walking the border between being really moody to being bipolar. I just think about things too much, I guess. I can’t remember how long I tried to comfort her… ever since Dad left, it’s become unclear who the parent is. Mom breaks down easier. I’m the opposite- but when I do, it’s an emo nightmare, sorta like this. But she offered to give me a little peace of mind for a while, her Nepenthe. I let her, and I did feel better… it wears off after a day or so, but it feels nice when she uses her powers. It’s like a cooling rush, but it’s a different sort of cooling than feeling physically cold. It’s like an ice pack on your soul: it numbs the pain and relaxes you. Talking about it got easier, but we danced around the subject. She asked about Macaria, actually… Mom started laughing at me. She said that I’d just thrown out a total tsunami of lovey-dovey vibes. That made me blush. But it’s nice to know that what I’m feeling is real, though I’ve never really doubted it before. Mom told me, and I quote, “If she told you to jump off a bridge, you’d do it singing, ‘I believe I can fly…’” I was thinking more along the lines of “I just wanna fly”, that thing by Sugaray, but same difference. I just don’t like conformity. But it’s relaxing to know that this isn’t some teenage crush or some stupid romance. And I don’t really care if she loves me just as much as Mom could see- it’s enough just to know that she likes me on some degree. But I don’t want it to end, ever, even though everything seems like it’s happening so fast, and I’m nervous that I won’t be able to keep up. And thank god at least someone’s parents are on my side.
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Post by somechick on Dec 15, 2009 13:44:10 GMT -5
Mom told me, and I quote, “If she told you to jump off a bridge, you’d do it singing, ‘I believe I can fly…’”
xD That made my afternoon . . . I love you.
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Post by Hades on Dec 15, 2009 16:09:51 GMT -5
I agree with Nani on this one. XDDD
Hehe, great entry. 'A tsunami of lovey-dovey vibes....' LMFAO XD
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 19, 2009 1:26:26 GMT -5
*sings* I just want to fly! Hey, at least she didn't say he'd sing You Can Fly.... Love Wren's mom. What a great sense of humor.
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 19, 2009 21:05:58 GMT -5
Entry 21 Ohhhh, man. I feel just plain awful. At least the party's next door, so it's quiet. Maybe I'll sleep a little more, see how I feel... right now, my head feels like it's splitting open, and I keep coughing every five seconds. I HATE getting sick. I mean, the weather said that we were going to get a whole lot of snow, but it wasn't supposed to happen until Sunday... But apparently, the sky knocked itself up with an iceberg and had a flippin' baby. I was listening to the radio, and the DJ said that this set a new record for the fifth heaviest snowfall in Maxville. We're not even that far north, East Coast elevation... 17 inches of the stuff's dumped all over Maxville, and the city's pretty much shut down since the roads are so bad. I'd hide in my house, but the ice knocked out my power sometime last night. I slept right through my alarm, several phone calls from Mrs. Yang to tell me that the Lantern was closed... The thing that finally got me awake was having my face molested by Corbie, since she needed to be fed. I could see my breath! I know I run way hotter than your average person, but I was blowing smoky mist like a dragon and shivering my ass off. I got up to feed Corbie, and f***itty. I almost fell over, I was so dizzy when I stood up, and then I just hauled ass off to the bathroom. I made it, thank god- I don't need my own puke mess to clean up. It was so frickin' COLD. I almost screamed when I tried to work the thermostat, and I saw it turned off, not working. My headache went on steroids when I saw the mess outside. I'm SO not shoveling that. I got dressed, put on three more layers than usual, and I felt like falling asleep again. I dunno what the temperature outside was, or what it was in my house, but I was just gonna keep getting sicker if I stayed. I called up Will on my cell, since the roads were snowed over, my truck probably froze up, anyway, and I'd probably drive into a telephone pole or something with my headache. Stronghold filled me in. Most of Maxville lost power, but Will's block was spared. He said he already had Zach, Ethan, and Maj's families over at his house, and his mom said it was okay if I wanted to come. I think I'd rather freeze my butt off then face a blizzard party with my freaky pyro version of the flu. I started to decline and figured I'd just build a fire or something, but Layla's voice cut me off. She hadn't lost power, either, since she's right next door to Will, and she told me that her mom had offered to let me sleep it off at her house. I coughed before I could impulsively say "F*** YES", so I changed my answer to just "yes". Layla also said to bring Corbie: my cat made friends with the Williams' felines. I hung up and took a nap on my couch before Will nearly pounded my door in. I let him in and threw on another hoodie, a beanie, a scarf, ski gloves... I shot Will a glare when he asked if all that was necessary. He got the message and got Corbie while I put on my leather jacket. Everyone's staying inside, so we could fly slower without getting seen. I was a little queasy, so it helped. Layla got all fussy and said I looked awful ( thanks, Hippie.), but I instantly felt a little better when she let me inside. The warmth felt good. She had a fire going in the fireplace, and I scared the hell outta Mr. Williams when I ran over to it and put my hands in. I laughed myself into a coughing fit while Layla tried to explain to him that I was the pyro she'd told him about. Wonder what she told him- I could've sworn he looked a little scared for a second or two. Layla let me use her room after I convinced her that I wasn't contagious, Corbie made a beeline for her cats' food dish (I forgot to feed her!), Layla gave me an earful for not taking care of my cat... I think I fell asleep mid-lecture. I don't recall her ever reaching the end. Everyone next door woke me up sometime later- it was dark when I looked out the window. Maj, Zach, Ethan, Will, Layla, and their respective siblings were having a snowball World War III outside in Will and Layla's backyards. There's no fence between them, and it looked like they had a boys vs. girls theme going: Layla's backyard was female territory, Will's belonged to the dudes. I felt a little better, not as tired, but still achy and coughing. I'd also seemed to have collected the Williams' population of cats in my bed, including Corbie. Awkward. They must've snuck in while I was sleeping... I'm warm and they apparently like that. I shooed them out and stole a scrap of paper from one of Layla's school notebooks to draw on, since I didn't feel like sleeping that much, and I wrote this out, too. I'll stick it in my diary later... Ooh, shoot, the front door opened downstairs. Layla mentioned bringing me something to eat from the party earlier. I bet that's her... No, I bet that's everyone. I just heard Maj squeal profanities about someone shoving snow down her back.
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Post by elietta on Dec 19, 2009 21:24:55 GMT -5
Elietta *Grins devilish and posts Warrens Diary on internet* Brilliant! You know I will never let you hear the end of this, right? *Snicker*
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 22, 2009 17:33:43 GMT -5
Entry 22 So... who wants a pet kitten? Gah. My cat's a slut. I was totally sack-dead while I was over at Layla's place when I got sick, so I wasn't paying attention to Corbie... I just assumed that she'd run off to do whatever cats do with the rest of the Williams' feline pack. Apparently, they started doing whatever cats do to make more cats. I took Corbie over to Mrs. Williams a few weeks after because she was acting like a total nutcase. She wouldn't leave me alone, and she has a new obsession with food that's compelled her to steal mine, or sit by her bowl and yowl 'til I'm about to torch something with irritation. It started out as any normal what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-my-cat session, but she nearly scared the s*** outta me when she randomly screams out, "CONGRADULATIONS, CORBIE!" I'm all 'wtf' until Mrs. Williams enlightens me and confirms that my cat knocked herself up. I made the mistake of impulsively asking which one did it, and that's where the conversation took on a whole new level of weird. Animal communication is fairly rare as far as superpowers go, and I didn't know what to expect beforehand. Mrs. Williams literally meowed and a half-dozen-odd felines assembled like they'd been through Navy SEALS training. She asked them in plain English who'd (ahem) been with Corbie, and at least four of the cats meowed. Lovely. My cat had an orgy party. I was ready to get the hell outta there and reprimand my irresponsible kitty, so I borrowed a few books on breeding from Layla's mom and shoved Corbie back into my truck. Just... ugh. I seriously don't need this right now. Not with all recent occurances that happened to me, and I'm nowhere near finished dealing with them. I guess maybe looking after a few new kittens could take my mind off some of the emo-ness, but I don't know... There's no way in hell I can afford keeping them as pets, and I'm already gonna have to pay for vet visits, vaccinations, whatever random stuff kittens need for the first twelve or so weeks of their life. Furthermore, I just don't have enough room in my stupidly small house... I'll have to figure out how to sell 'em or give them away. Layla's probably gonna give me hell if I drop them off at a shelter, so I'm probably avoiding that option. And if I do sell them, NO ONE who generally regards me as Sky High's resident rebel can have one/know about this. If it gets loose that Warren Peace is raising fluffy little kittens, I'm moving back to China. Stupid cat.
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