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ladybug_archiveOn Saturday evenings here, the radio station plays four hours of showtunes, from musicals, you know? I don't like very many showtunes, so until the other station starts playing Christmas music too, I'm listening to CD's on Saturday evenings. ^^
I really enjoyed YGO today! Oh wow . . . it was so intense. Yami Y got totally possessed by the Seal of Orichalcos. It was so sad. But I understand more of what really must have happened with Mai. I think the Seal must emphasize the user's darkest personality elements and expand on them, making him or her go psycho in some cases. Or something like that. Anyway, it was all really heartfelt and poignant. I want to watch those episodes again very soon. I don't need to watch anything from the library right now, so I can watch the stuff I've bought now. XD **pats the rest of the Gundam W DVD and the two TMNT tapes.** And stuff I've recorded and want to see again. ^__~ **huggles collection of YGO, Sonic X, and Megaman.EXE tapes.**
I also wrote a blurb for the YGO mystery that shall follow YuleTide Terror. XD; Even though YTT isn't finished yet. So yeah. The following blurb carries warnings for blood and suspected suicide (though it is decided that the person did not kill himself).
The winter night was cold and dark, the icy winds and snow whipping through the streets of Domino with almost blizzard-like ferocity. Most anyone with sense was curled up warm and snug in their homes with a blanket, a book, and hot chocolate. But a few brave souls were venturing around on the freezing streets for various reasons. Some had nowhere else to go. Some were attempting to complete last minute errands. And some others were looking for those missing.
Yes, recently in Domino there had been a string of unexplained disappearances. None of the victims had been recovered as of yet and no one could see any similarities between any of them. They were young, they were old. Some were very healthy while others' conditions left something to be desired. The only thing any of them seemed to have in common was that they had all vanished.
So pondered a man as he turned another corner, drawing his dark coat close around him. It was all strange and even ridiculous, but he had the distinct feeling that there was more to this than meets the eye. One of his own friends had been a victim, having disappeared three days before. Right now he and another of his friends were searching for the missing in different parts of the city and not having much luck. But he refused to give up. He wouldn't give up on any of the few people that he numbered among his "family."
He looked down at the flurries of snow, suddenly realizing he saw something amiss. Red was streaked through the whiteness graphically, signaling that someone nearby was obviously injured. Narrowing his eyes, the blonde man turned around, following the trail into an alley. This would have had to be recently done. The snow was falling so heavily that within minutes the previous layer was always covered over. Indeed, as he wandered down the darkened path, he soon found a body laying limp in the snow, blood spilling from several bad wounds. A trenchcoat was adorning the hapless person and the cloth was spread open to reveal a midriff-displaying tank top and dark, torn pants. If the wounds hadn't killed him, certainly the exposure to the cold must have. Nearby in the snow was a knife stained with crimson, and as the man drew closer, he could see that the form was holding a gun in its hand.
"You inflicted pain on your own body and then killed yourself, eh?" he muttered, leaning over the pale corpse. "This world just got to be too much for you?" He could understand how one could become that depressed and feel so alone as to think that was only one way out. He had felt depressed and alone many a time, though he hadn't ever tried to end his life. As he idly brushed some of the gathering flakes off of the ice-cold form, he suddenly let out a gasp of disbelief. This was his friend, the one who had been missing. In the dim light due to the storm, he hadn't been able to see the face at first. But there was no mistaking it now.
Immediately he knelt down, easily removing the gun from the limp, cold fingers. This wasn't right. He wouldn't have killed himself. He wasn't a suicidal person. This was murder. He had been tortured and then shot to his death, and whoever was responsible had left him here trying to make it look like he was an extremely depressed person who had ended it all!
The blonde man clenched his fists in rage at the atrocity and then bent down, desperately searching for any possible signs of life. If the body hadn't been here very long, maybe there was still a chance, if he hadn't been dead when he had first came to this place. . . .
After several moments he leaned back, all his efforts having been in vain. His friend was truly dead then. He had lost someone else. In disbelief he carefully took the body into his strong arms, standing again. He would make certain that everyone knew this person had been murdered in cold blood. And he would avenge this death. It hadn't been supposed to happen. When he found out who had done this, they would pay.
I really enjoyed YGO today! Oh wow . . . it was so intense. Yami Y got totally possessed by the Seal of Orichalcos. It was so sad. But I understand more of what really must have happened with Mai. I think the Seal must emphasize the user's darkest personality elements and expand on them, making him or her go psycho in some cases. Or something like that. Anyway, it was all really heartfelt and poignant. I want to watch those episodes again very soon. I don't need to watch anything from the library right now, so I can watch the stuff I've bought now. XD **pats the rest of the Gundam W DVD and the two TMNT tapes.** And stuff I've recorded and want to see again. ^__~ **huggles collection of YGO, Sonic X, and Megaman.EXE tapes.**
I also wrote a blurb for the YGO mystery that shall follow YuleTide Terror. XD; Even though YTT isn't finished yet. So yeah. The following blurb carries warnings for blood and suspected suicide (though it is decided that the person did not kill himself).
The winter night was cold and dark, the icy winds and snow whipping through the streets of Domino with almost blizzard-like ferocity. Most anyone with sense was curled up warm and snug in their homes with a blanket, a book, and hot chocolate. But a few brave souls were venturing around on the freezing streets for various reasons. Some had nowhere else to go. Some were attempting to complete last minute errands. And some others were looking for those missing.
Yes, recently in Domino there had been a string of unexplained disappearances. None of the victims had been recovered as of yet and no one could see any similarities between any of them. They were young, they were old. Some were very healthy while others' conditions left something to be desired. The only thing any of them seemed to have in common was that they had all vanished.
So pondered a man as he turned another corner, drawing his dark coat close around him. It was all strange and even ridiculous, but he had the distinct feeling that there was more to this than meets the eye. One of his own friends had been a victim, having disappeared three days before. Right now he and another of his friends were searching for the missing in different parts of the city and not having much luck. But he refused to give up. He wouldn't give up on any of the few people that he numbered among his "family."
He looked down at the flurries of snow, suddenly realizing he saw something amiss. Red was streaked through the whiteness graphically, signaling that someone nearby was obviously injured. Narrowing his eyes, the blonde man turned around, following the trail into an alley. This would have had to be recently done. The snow was falling so heavily that within minutes the previous layer was always covered over. Indeed, as he wandered down the darkened path, he soon found a body laying limp in the snow, blood spilling from several bad wounds. A trenchcoat was adorning the hapless person and the cloth was spread open to reveal a midriff-displaying tank top and dark, torn pants. If the wounds hadn't killed him, certainly the exposure to the cold must have. Nearby in the snow was a knife stained with crimson, and as the man drew closer, he could see that the form was holding a gun in its hand.
"You inflicted pain on your own body and then killed yourself, eh?" he muttered, leaning over the pale corpse. "This world just got to be too much for you?" He could understand how one could become that depressed and feel so alone as to think that was only one way out. He had felt depressed and alone many a time, though he hadn't ever tried to end his life. As he idly brushed some of the gathering flakes off of the ice-cold form, he suddenly let out a gasp of disbelief. This was his friend, the one who had been missing. In the dim light due to the storm, he hadn't been able to see the face at first. But there was no mistaking it now.
Immediately he knelt down, easily removing the gun from the limp, cold fingers. This wasn't right. He wouldn't have killed himself. He wasn't a suicidal person. This was murder. He had been tortured and then shot to his death, and whoever was responsible had left him here trying to make it look like he was an extremely depressed person who had ended it all!
The blonde man clenched his fists in rage at the atrocity and then bent down, desperately searching for any possible signs of life. If the body hadn't been here very long, maybe there was still a chance, if he hadn't been dead when he had first came to this place. . . .
After several moments he leaned back, all his efforts having been in vain. His friend was truly dead then. He had lost someone else. In disbelief he carefully took the body into his strong arms, standing again. He would make certain that everyone knew this person had been murdered in cold blood. And he would avenge this death. It hadn't been supposed to happen. When he found out who had done this, they would pay.
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Date: 2004-11-14 02:57 am (UTC)So, this is muchly suspenseful, well written, I want to know more (and more and more and more and more and more... etc.)... I could say more, probably, but my brain just stopped working. XD
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Date: 2004-11-14 08:41 am (UTC)XD Ah, taped episodes is good. LOL Speaking of which, I need to watch the adult swim stuff I taped last night. ^^
~SK
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Date: 2004-11-14 02:27 pm (UTC)Er, from what I understand of the original, the Oracle Curse can only be used by someone with darkness in their soul to begin with, then draws from it and emphasizes it...yeah...
And your blurb had made me want cocoa of mine own, now. *weeps for lack of cocoa*
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Date: 2004-11-15 03:14 am (UTC)Well, yeah, but that would be everybody in existance. XD; LOL. Since no one is perfect.
XD; Cocoa!
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Date: 2004-11-14 05:05 pm (UTC)