What did everyone do with an extra 24 hrs? I did nothing special :p Though, I probably should have.
No entry for today because 2011 was not a leap year.
Hope everyone had a great day. Here's looking forward to March's entries. :)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Day 59
Braiding and Escaping (Story notes)
“What, what the hell are you doing?”
“Saving you, now let’s go!”
“How did you even find me?”
“Largest airship in the skies. Also I saw where they hauled you off.”
“But how! Tsunario would have killed you!”
“But she didn’t. She’s not as powerful as you make her out to be. She practically let me take you.”
“Impossible!”
“Do you see me standing?”
“She’s playing with you. What’s her game?”
“Who cares, we’re out of here.”
(Scene skip)
“Well, we’re on the run, what now?”
(Thunder, Megumi jumps)
“There should be an old church around here. We can take shelter there for tonight. Bahamut, you’ll have to conceal yourself somewhere nearby.”
“Any chance its close?”
“Scared of a little water?”
“No, just, weary of Tsuario’s guards.”
“Right.”
(Rain, church, etc)
“Whew, made it, here we can use these to dry off. (old church cloths, robes)
“Isn’t that a bit sacrilege?”
“How so, not part of this church or anything. I have my own beliefs.”
(Thunder, shudder)
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of thunder.”
“No, I’m not.”
(Thunder)
“Thunder can’t kill you…”
“Shut up, I’m just am, alright?”
(scene passes)
(Megumi tries to braid her hair)
“If you’re in the Royal Guard, wouldn’t have been more practical to have short hair?”
“I kept it up, and what about you?”
“This was after the war…here, let me.”
“You know how to braid?” (laugh)
“…My mother taught me and would let me help with hers.”
“Your sisters didn’t help?”
“Only child.”
“Oh, me too.”
“And when Kuga found out, he made me do his”
(Chibi of Kuga smiling with victory sign and/or waving)
(Megumi laugh)
“Even if you did keep it up, wouldn’t it been better to cut it?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Those are?”
“None of your business.”
“Sheesh, there.”
“Not bad.”
“I’ll take that as a thank you.”
Day 58
2 am
Marissa’s arm flailed out from under her covers. Her hand searched for the ringing noise, pushing aside tissues, a water glass, and a radio clock. Her hand grabbed the musical contraption, bringing it back under the warm sheets.
“H-hello,” she said heavy with sleep.
“Marissa, you awake,” wondered someone on the other end.
“Candice?”
“Were you asleep? Sorry, didn’t know who to call.”
“What time,” Marissa uttered, looking at the phone with blurry eyes, making out a 2 and am.
Candice continued on, “are you listening?”
“Sorry, say again.”
She sighed. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hey, you called me, now say again.”
“Amanda left me.”
Marissa sat up, covers falling off her body. She flipped on her bedside lamp and looked for her glasses. “What happened?”
“I’d like to know. I came home and there was a note.”
“What a bitch…” Marissa mumbled.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to say that.”
“Marissa?”
“Yeah?”
“Think you could – ”
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” she said putting on her jeans.
“Thanks.”
Day 56
Insanity
He often compared us to insanity. I could see it: make up, break up, make up, break up. Always said we (meaning I) would do the same thing expecting different results, the definition of insanity apparently.
There was a wasp in the office. No one bothered with it, probably too scared to upset it. I watched it, from my desk, climb up and down the window. It was futile. At the top was a spider web. Every time it reached the top, it would get trapped. It would then try to fly away, to flail away from the sticky trap. The wasp would break free, crash land onto the sill, and try all over again.
Stupid bug, you’re not going to get anywhere.
Day 55
Morning Glory
Alicia ran across her father’s golden wheat field. She had defied him and pledged her love to the young, handsome farm aide. Her sight caught a hold of him, her feet dashed in his direction. He glanced up from his work, his eyes engorged on the graceful beauty.
“Alicia,” he cried out.
“Lawrence,” she cooed, falling into his arms. “I have fled from mine father. Pray tell, speak unto me your thoughts.”
“My dearest Alicia,” he leaned in to kiss her sweet lips.
Alicia leaned in.
“Don’t stop believing,” he said.
“Pardon,” she politely stammered.
“Hold onto that feeling.”
“What?”
“Streetlights, people, oooh!”
Alicia closed her eyes. When she opened then again, she found herself fallen out of bed, clutching her pillow.
“Good morning San Francisco, nothing like a little Journey to get you moving! It’s 7:05 with a feel good 72 deg– .”
She reached for the clock radio and cursed her luck.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Day 54
Truth
“Well, what’s most important?” Xana asked me.
“Hell if I know.” I answered with a kick to a crumpled Pepsi can.
“Come on Craig,” she looked at me. “Honestly.”
I looked away from her, at the street lamp, the curb, her bare shoulder, her spaghetti strap falling askew.
“Come on, your life depends on it.” She cocked her fingers into a gun shape, pointing it at my head.
“Truth,” I asked.
“Always,” she nodded, lowered the gun, but still keeping it pointed at me.
“You.”
She giggled. “Am I?”
I shrugged. “You tell me.”
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