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Long time no post. Well, I'm in Kansas now. I work in a casino as a dealer, for craps, blackjack, three card poker, let it ride and mississipi stud. No, I don't really want to learn how to deal roulette. I kinda want to learn pai gow poker, mini-bach and poker. Those games would be interesting to learn. Although, if I'm still dealing in five years it will be a very sad sad life.

So yea. My life is pretty freakin' boring. Working at night and sleeping during the day does not, in fact, create a good night life or social life. Also, working on all weekends and holidays sucks big time. But the pay is good. And my bills went down.

I kinda wonder if anybody even has me "friended" any more lol. It's been so long since I even logged on.

Been rereading some posts of mine, and wow! I was an immature person. I still kinda live in my own head, but nothing like it was before.

I'm trying to think of what I would like to be doing besides dealing. Nothing specific comes to mind, but there are a few guidelines I can go by. Evening/night job. Meeting new people while having a few "regulars". I'd LIKE to have to deal with stupid people who think that just because they spent money (i.e. $40) where I work that they are entitled to 1) being an ass and 2) insulting me and/or my co-workers. THAT would be ideal. I'd like to be management, but not in charge yet. Just not ready.

hey! been working on it. tell me what you think. it's all of wht i have, togehter.




This is the moment I love: when they are first brought to my domain. Full of hope, of strength, of will. After they leave, they are broken men. Or women, although I haven’t had too many of those. They’re screams are much more. . . .satisfying. . . .than the men‘s, which is why I keep them so much longer and take care with them.

As I walk to the newly occupied room, all of the guards shiver. That always makes me want to laugh. The big, tough, strong warriors terrified of a small waif of a girl. They know of what I do, but not how long I have done it. Oh, there are guesses. But none come close. My race can live forever, if we choose. As long as the present King provides me sufficient entertainment, I will choose. Of course, I am the only being in the vast kingdom He commands that has centuries of experience and play at torture. The look on the toys faces as I pull out knives that have been left in their flesh for varying lengths of time-some fully healed over the blade, others still fresh- ::shiver:: I love it. And the way fire touches their skin and dances upon them . . . one of my greatest joys.

But I must now turn my thoughts toward this new toy. Unbroken. As yet. As I turn down the last corridor I find I am just in time to see the prisoner being carried into the room, fully tied and unconscious. I follow the warriors into the room, watching as they dump the man on the bed. I survey the room to make sure it is sufficiently clean, noticing that the King had put in extra fineries. Besides the usual bed, three-legged stool and a wash bowl, there were actual tapestries on the walls, and the barren window had shutters. Hmmm…that is interesting…maybe I should take my time. Make him last longer. The King might want this one back.

I snap my fingers, and one of the guards slaps the unconscious man into awareness. I smile as he looks around, bewildered, and then catches sight of me. He pales, and my smile broadens. He’s heard the stories. Ones where my guests last for years, sometimes even decades, in my care. Good. As much as I enjoy playing with toys who are completely innocent, I especially enjoy the ones who have an idea of what’s to come. They have more will. And last longer.

“Well, hello. I don’t know what you did to be sent here and I don’t really care. What I do care about is your welfare. If your bed has a lump in it, just yell out and I shall send someone to change it. Your stay here won’t be fun, but I do like my guests to be comfortable. Now, it is time for me to go have fun with another one of my toys. I shall be playing with you later on.” I lean down, and place a kiss on the top of his head. He tries to wiggle away and I laugh. Turning to leave the room, I pause-”Oh, and don’t expect to leave here sane.” And I am out the door, on my way to visit my favorite entertainment.
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“Too bad . . . . I’d thought he’d last longer . . . . ::sigh:: oh well. On to the next bit of fun.” I turn away from the body. It still twitches, the nerves not quite believing that their master is dead. He really was quite fun, able to take my knives AND fire before I would hear his sweet screams and whimpers. I had almost made up my mind on whether to form a new torture, just for him. Ah, well. Maybe I can practice it on the new plaything. Hmmm . . . . a thought . . . . One I shall follow up on with the deeds to match.

Closing the rooms’ door behind me, I turn to the guard. “And how is the new guest getting on?”
“He’s tried to climb out the window, throw the bed and stool at the door and window to try to break them, and even made a makeshift rope. ::mumbles:: I don’t know why. . . . He’s not leaving us soon.”

“Ha ha ha . . . true. Such a show of determination is unnecessary. Unless. . . . . “

“Unless?” The warrior is guarded in his questioning, knowing others had been sent to be play toys for much less.

I come to a decision, and nod abruptly at him. “Yes. I shall do it. Bring him to the special room.”

The warrior gulps, pale. He bows. “Yes, Minister.” Turning, he takes his fear out on his subordinate, snapping at him to move the prisoner to the special play room. I smile, giggling inside at the thought of his fear.

I know that his fate shall be told to everyone by the gossip mongers. News always is, but especially when someone is being taken there. No one has ever come out of it to tell people what has happened and is still happening. Mainly because they are still alive, stuck till all eternity. I take extra special care with them, what with my having to invent and improve my techniques. It’s so hard to keep in practice and enjoy my work when I do the same tortures, over and over . . . . ::sigh:: Ah, well. This new bit of flesh should prove quite useful. I wonder how long this one will remain sane . . . . The last one’s sanity didn’t last one week. Pity, too. I’d had such high hopes for her. Now she shall be turned into the care of my apprentices, so that they may practice my trade.

I turn, looking out the slit of a window to see what time of day it is. Oh, it’s my alone time. Still looking out the window, I tell the guard that I am going to my room and ask him to repeat my orders for this occasion.

“No one else is to enter. No one is to leave except you. If we hear anything, we are to disregard it. If we catch anyone lingering around your door, we are to beat them to a pulp. If anyone tries to get past us into your rooms, we slit them open and tear out their entrails ::gulp:: I think that’s it.”

“Very good. You are learning your new job very well, Garbo.” I hear the guard gulp, surprised that I know his name and that he is new. These cretins. Why are they always surprised that I notice everything around me? It would do them good to show the same amount of attention they have for food towards their surroundings.

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The door is closed. I sigh, finally free of the expectations that the guards put upon me. As fun as it is to create fear in others, it gets boring/tiring after a while. No one here is worth an actual effort. It is just so easy for these guards to become fearful. I desire an adversary, one that can give me more of a reason to continue working for this current King. After 3 hundred years, the only thing here that excites me anymore is inventing new techniques, and it has been too long since the last time that has happened.

Seledra appears, her light increasing to brighten up the room. She is sitting on the edge of the table, her legs crossed.

“Oriana, what is wrong? You appear pensive tonight.”

She watches me as I walk clockwise around the room till I get to the mirrored wall. I stop and observe myself, trying to see how a stranger would view me and my surroundings.

A young someone, blending into her surroundings except for her red hair. Her faint freckles and sun-touched skin are an oddity for this sunless place. Her eyes behind the spectacles appear the color of steel. Hard to tell if it’s a woman or man, except when you look at certain points in the face and body that give hints: the curve of the cheek bones, the slenderness of the shoulders.

I let down my hair, untwisted from the bun and long. The rust color dulled by all my years away from the sun. Take off my gloves and admire the beautiful four jointed slender fingers as they run through my hair. It has always been wonderment to me that humans can get by with only 3 joints in their fingers. Poor creatures.

Seledra, the only one whom I could possibly call friend in this place. The only one in this country that holds no fear for me. A far more imposing figure than myself, with no taste for pain. Bound as I am. How long has she been at my side? Would she leave if she could? No matter. Thoughts that bring about unnecessary worry.

Seledra herself can be seen in the mirror. A paler, human copy of me.

“A new toy.” I see Seledra nod in the mirror. She knows more than she says, but she has never hid that from me. There wouldn’t be a reason for her to. I could ask her, but I don’t.

I walk over to the bed and sit down. She moves to pick up a brush from the table by the bed and starts brushing my hair.

My thoughts wander to my new toy. He’s special. Special to Him. I can feel curiosity creep up my spine. My fists clench, shoulders stiffen. I know Seledra feels it in me. She continues brushing.

“I don’t know.” Her voice is quiet. She knows something. He has asked her to be silent. Why? Taking of the spectacles, I stand up and feel my hair fall. I hear the brush being placed on the table.

“Wait.” Her voice is stronger now. “Not yet.” I turn to look at her. Despite her calm features, her eyes, now also violet, are filled with conflict. Which vow will win? Her eyes clear. The violet dissipates and I know I’ve won. A smile creeps on my lips. “He is of the Blood.”

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I dance. And feel. Feel the shock of learning how my beautiful race has become so dwindled that I must rely on the words of a Halfling servant. How did he get here? Does He know who He has in that dungeon room?

A knock interrupts the dance of these emotions and questions.

HOW DARE THEY

A voice. Male. Bored. “I am commanded by the King to tell you that your presence is requested upstairs-immediately”

I surprise him by jerking the door open. Ah, Gregory. The usual lackey sent to retrieve me. “Hello Gregory. I’m not quite finished with the hour.”

He gulps now, knowing I would make the King wait while I danced and fearing His anger.

saw the newer version of "pride and predujice". LOVED it. course, i love the story itsself. one of my favorites from the classics. steven kept talking about how the end of the movie seemed a bit rushed, and becki, mel, and i just glared at him. it was supremely close to perfection. the banter and wit back and forth between lizzie and mr. darcy. and the dry wit of lizzie herself in dealing wiht the general crowd of people around her was spectacular. i def need to get this version myself.

spring break coming up. i have no idea how its going to go. was planning on camping with a bunch of friends, but its going to be too cold to do that. so we're gonna go to "orpheus" in b-more instead. and on monday going to the zoo/museums with (i think) the same bunch of friends, including a drew. not "tiny" drew, but one i met up here in frostburg. and then one day to drive to philadelphia for work. URGH! i think i'm going to get either yelled at or drilled about hte BTM quals i'm supposed to have done by now. and i'll have to fill my tank again. but luckily i dont have to pick kat and brian up from hagerstown, cus that would suck. and i'll be back late sunday evening/night. then its back to classes.

been working on my story. i think its coming along. anna helped with the main characters sadistic insaneness lol. i like how its going. def going to make it an actual story, not a short-story.

i gots about 2 hours before my clothes will be dry and i can get dressed...... urgh. i want to get dressed DAMNIT!!!!!!

yea, got about 1.5 hours of sleep last night....... damn ear aches. never get them. they hurt. some advice. u can only survive the day with lots of caffiene.

yes, i know there are things wrong with it. i use too many of the same words near the end. just keep reading and the next edit session will change them to something a little more readable. want anything specific to happen? or have ideas on where the story will go? just drop a message and i'll think about it. thanks!




This is the moment I love: when they are first brought to my domain. Full of hope, of strength, of will. After they leave, they are broken men. Or women, although I haven’t had too many of those. They’re screams are much more. . . .satisfying. . . .than the men‘s, which is why I keep them so much longer and take care with them.

As I walk to the room that is just now getting its guest, all of the guards shiver. That always makes me want to laugh. The big tough, strong warriors terrified of a seemingly small waif of a girl. They know of what I do, but not how long I have done it. My race can live forever, if we choose. I do so choose, as long as I can have the bits of fun that the present King gives me. Of course, I am the only being in the vast kingdom He commands that has centuries of practice and play at torture. The look on the toys faces as I pull out knives that have been left in their flesh for varying lengths of time-some fully healed over the blade, others still fresh- ::shiver:: I love it. And the way fire touches their skin and dances upon them . . . one of my greatest joys.

But I must now turn my thoughts toward the new toy. Unbroken, as yet. Turning down the last corridor, I am just in time to see the prisoner being carried into the room. Carried, because he has been fully tied and is unconscious. I follow the warriors into the room, watching as they dump the man on the single-person bed. Surveying the room to make sure it was cleaned up after its last occupant left; I notice that the King had put in extra fineries. Besides the usual bed, three-legged stool and wash bowl, there were actually tapestries on the walls, and the barred window had shutters. Hmmm….that is interesting…maybe I should take my time. The King might want this one back.

I snap my fingers, and one of the guards slaps the unconscious man into awareness. I smile as he looks around, bewildered, and then catches sight of me. He pales, and my smile broadens. He’s heard the stories of my guests lasting for years, sometimes even decades, in my care. Good. As much as I enjoy playing with toys who are completely innocent, I especially enjoy the ones who have an idea of what’s to come. They have more will and last longer.

“Well, hello. I don’t know what you did to be sent here and I don’t really care. What I do care about is your welfare. If your bed has a lump in it, just yell out and I shall send someone to change it. Your stay here won’t be fun for you, but I do like my guests to be comfortable when I’m not with them. Now, it is time for me to go have fun with another one of my toys. I shall be playing with you later on.” I lean down, and place a kiss on the top of his head. He tries to wiggle away and I laugh. Turning to leave the room, I pause-”Oh, and don’t expect to leave here sane.” And I am out the door, on my way to visit my favorite entertainment.
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“Too bad . . . . I’d thought he’d last longer . . . . ::sigh:: oh well. On to the next bit of fun.” I turn away from the body. It still twitches, the nerves not quite believing that their master is dead. He really was quite fun, able to take my knives AND fire before I would hear his sweet screams and whimpers. I had almost made up my mind on whether to form a new torture, just for him. Ah, well. Maybe I can practice it on the new plaything. Hmmm . . . . a thought . . . . One I shall follow up on with the deeds to match.

Closing the rooms’ door behind me, I turn to the guard. “And how is the new guest getting on?”
“He’s tried to climb out the window, throw the bed and stool at the door and window to try to break them, and even made a makeshift rope. I don’t know why. . . . He’s not leaving us soon.”

“Ha ha ha . . . true. Such a show of determination is unnecessary. Unless. . . . . “

“Unless?” The warrior is guarded in his questioning, knowing others had been sent to be play toys for much less.

I come to a decision, and nod abruptly at him. “Yes. I shall do it. Bring him to the special play room.”

The warrior gulps, pale. He bows. “Yes, Minister.” Turning, he takes his fear out on his subordinate, snapping at him to move the prisoner to the special play room. I laugh, giggling at the thought of his fear.

I know that his fate shall be told to everyone by the gossip mongers. News always is, but especially when someone is being taken to my special play ground. No one has ever come out of my special play room. Mainly because they are still alive. I take extra special care with them, what with my having to invent and improve my techniques. It’s so hard to keep in practice and enjoy my work when I do the same tortures, over and over . . . . ::sigh:: Ah, well. This new bit of flesh should prove quite useful. I wonder how long this one will remain sane . . . . The last one’s sanity didn’t last one week. Pity, too. I’d had such high hopes for her. Now she shall be turned into the care of my apprentices, so that they may practice my trade.

I turn, looking out the slit of a window to see what time of day it is. Oh, its my alone time. Still looking out the window, I tell the guard that I am going to my room and ask him to repeat my orders for this occasion.

“No one is to enter. No one is to leave except you. If we hear anything, we are to disregard it. If we catch anyone lingering around your door, we are to beat them to a pulp. If anyone tries to get past us into your rooms, we slit them open and tear out their entrails ::gulp:: I think that’s it.”

“Very good. You are learning your new job very well, Garbo.” I hear the guard gulp, surprised that I know his name and that he is new. These cretins. Why are they always surprised that I notice everything around me? It would do them good to show the same amount of attention they have for food towards their surroundings.

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this (the questions) on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

life is very convaluted and confusing and wonderful and sucky. boys are confusing and clingy and wonderful/horrid. MEL!! BITCH CALL ME!!! i love my roomie. she has kept me sane so far. quite a feat. responsibilities are suck-asses. so there!


not making any sense, just blurging w/e comes to my mind. gtg, brb.

back! i got smashing drunk last week on wed. . . . had fun until i sat/layed down on my bed. then i was like "woooow, stop everything....room just stay still." yea, i got laughed at by anna, who was completely sober. kt anda younger jeff ran into her on their way back from the party. speaking of hte party: there was NOODLE WRESTING!! i SOO wanted to wrestle kt, but everyone says i was too drunk by the end of the night. urg-i was not!

spent my first ACTUAL weekend at philie. was kool-read an entire romance book and took 4 useless tests.

going on to watch "chronicles of riddick", which i got this weekend along with "the terminal" which i suggest everyone see. laters, biotches/tarts!

and some of them actualy work!!!

argh! the fucking internet was supposed to be fixed. but was it? noooooooooo they had it down for a week and told everyone that all of the viruses and bugs would be fixed. but not even three days later the internet shut down-AGAIN! can you tell im pissed? i keep being in the middle of doing homework online or sending very important emails to my base.

anyway, now that its out of my system...... joe got another tattoo. tis really kool. a little turtle with hawaiin habiscus's (flowers) on left and right side, with "ohana" underneath (for those who have not seen lilo and stitch, ohana means family), and it sits between his shoulder blades. its for his mother. i also got a tattoo, tho mine is in the small of my back and is a celtic knott in the shape of a triangle. its purple, with black outline. I LOVE IT! now im thinking of getting an armband made of a vine/rose theme, but thats for later.

laters, dudes!

i have been sick since tuesday. THE FLU. maigraine, aches and pains, sinuses, and sore throat. i missed wednesday's classes because of it, and most of friday's classes (i made the lab practical-failed it, but made it- and am going to philosophy now). thursday all classes were canceled until 11 am, which meant that my bio lab was canceled as well. i gots to go to class, see yas.

i've been talking with joe about what i'm going to do when i get out of college. i WAS going to major in prepharmacy, but thats kinda out the window. then joe brought up the fact that i'm going to be a gunnersmate in the coast guard. talked about being a small arms instructor for a police station or something like that. he has a friend thats FBI that i can talk to and ask questions, like what kind of major would be good for that kind of work. idk, its another option thats sounds kool.

found out tiny got grounded for two weeks. dont know if thats goign to stick, but i hope he gets up here soon. im getting my beds bunked, so he can sleep in my room and just chill for a week, away from "everything." if he wants to.

went home this weekend! dropped nora off. went to my house, saw family (great seeing them!), spent the night. didnt leave till like 10 or 11, went to pops hosue. played sorry with susan, then left to go see joe's friends (very big chain smokers). back to pops house, fell asleep for a bit. picked up susan and went to joe's house. had lasagna, watched movies till midnight, and fell asleep prcactically on the couch. this morning went by really slowly. joe wanted to get up at like 7 or 8 adn leave between 9 and 10. didnt get out of bed till 10:20 lol. had breakfast(an M shaped pancake) and lunch(macaroni) there, then left. picked up nora, had some really nice talks. got back, and been just getting things in order. putting crap away. ttyl.

going to joe's this weekend....his friend jessica is having a bday party on saturday, so i get to see my family on friday and maybe sunday. im taking "noises off" for momma meg and "surviving the game" for pops. nora, a recent friend, needs a ride to somewhere and its right on the way so its no biggie.....

i had a whole rant of a philisophical nature, but it got deleted so i'll just state the conclusion and you can just guess how i got there....

LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A BIG TRANSITION PERIOD

yes, i did respond to maria's little rant, but its on a friends only setting so hah! maria cant see it. i will post another comeback that is less "die bitch!" and more thought out (also spelled correctly and with grammar, unlike maria's).

i had my very first tarrot reading today! it was really kool. didnt tell me anything that i couldnt have figure out on my own, but it helped to clarify things in my head. so im thinking of joining the pagan society. yes, i will remain a methodist (christian), but unlike catholics i can be open to other religions and not think that mine is the only "true" one. sorry, rena-bee. but u must admit, there is a thinking of that in the catholic church.

********unlocked on 16APR05. here ya go maria, you've been wanting to see this*********

maria is a bitch. in response to her response, maria you are a BITCH. no, maria will not be able to read this because i will put this on lock for FRIENDS ONLY. maria is no longer a friend, according to her wishes. now i can bitch her out.

1. i at least WAITED to know joe MORE THAN A WEEK AND A HALF before sleeping him.

2. joe and i did NOTHING for 1.5 weeks after you started fucking eachother, and that was a fucking kiss!

3. how dare you say that i have no self-restraint! with steve, i figured you were over. you had tried it before-didn't work- tried it again-didn't work. but you know what he told me? he only went out with you in the first place to get to sara. the second time was to get to me. so hah! while he had you up against the wall at the movie theaters that was just to get some ass. also, HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE CATHOLIC, DO LESBIONIC ACTIVITIES, HAVE SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE, AND HAVE A FUCKING ANIMAL SPIRIT PROTECTOR?! explain that to me. STOP RATIONALIZING LIKE EVERY OTHER CATHOLIC.

4. as for me getting a disease, just look at number 1. then look in the fucking mirror.

5. yes, i take responsibility for myself. i just hate saying it out loud like the rest of the fucking world! and yes i did take responsibility at bootcamp. stop being an immature bitch and look to your own self. yes, i have a problem with money. so does over half of america. i am working on that and becoming better. just because you were poor (boo hoo, you weren't the only one and you had a FUCKING ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD!!!), you had to learn about money before 80% of america.

6. "I've grown up enough to realize that if you're not ready for a relationship, YOU ARE NOT READY TO BE SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE!!!! Gain some maturity and wake up." same could be said for you.

7. yes, you did obsess. you made yourself SICK obsessing. because he would look at boobs on the internet. he does that with me too. we watch porn together: some of the girls have better/bigger boobs, have a better figure, whatever. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF HE LOOKS AT BOOBS ONLINE OR IN REAL LIFE! guys look, its in their DNA. deal with it.

8. NO YOU ARE NOT, NOR WERE YOU EVER, MY BEST FRIEND. my best friend is in seattle. that is the person i told everything to. i barely tell you that i had trouble sleeping. if i don't tell you that, why the fuck would i tell you the really important shit? you remember teddy from ohio? HE was a better friend back then than you are/were today. and thats saying something.

9. and whats the deal with "me getting over everything" ? what the hell do i have to get over?

MARIA AGATHA LEMMEN = BITCH

hey! mel, u gots to call me! my new room number is 301-687-5347, and my cell is 301-331-8692. leave a message and i shall get back to you as soon as possible.

kyle is going to take me shopping and im gonna get some more underwear: boy shorrts, specifically. i LOVE boy shorts lol.

yo, ppls, you gots to call me on my cell! arch me harteys.

morgan

ITS ALMOST MY BIRTHDAY!!! just three more days. the sixth is gonna be awesome. kyle is gonna tell me happy birthday on the fifth, though, cus he just CANT remember that its the sixth. lol he's great. a great gay guy lmao. he likes me, but hates maria; which i find hilarious cus we both like the same guy: kyles roommate. who says im a better kisser than maria. and that he can relax around me. and kyle says i have a better body so yay(!) im happy lol.

been watching movies all weekend. lots of movies. resident evil, shawshank redemption, proof of life, dear god, and lots more i cant remember. went to frostburg, main street, got movies, went to eat at a real restaurant. great food. chicken tenders. well, i gots to go do some college work. ttyl, tarts! argh, me harties.....

people! bitches! hoes! sorry for not writing, boot camp and now college kinda take up a persons time. melmo, sorry for not posting on YOUR site, i figure if i post a long one on mine, you'll forgive me. am i forgiven? ::pout::

I LOST INCHES lovin the skinny sexiness. course, now im horny as hell cus i have had ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT INCLUDING HOLDING HANDS WITH A GUY FOR THREE MONTHS (GEORGE, IM NOT COMMENTING ON U OR MELMO).

frostburg is pretty kool. and cool is the word, its getting to the 50's up here. no more tank tops : ( sad times ::shakes head in sadness::

goin home next weekend, renn fest, family, stuff. i get the cumberland amtrack at 8:45. dont know how long it takes to get home, so we'll see. leave sunday at bout 1700, i think. so not a lot of time, but just enuf to see ppl and get hugs : P

been watching lots of movies, listening ot music, and doing homework. i gots only 7 subjects, but 14 classes during the week