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ladybug_archiveI had a great weekend. And now I'm all fired up and ready to face the week! I feel like I've been recharged. And I'm highly confident that my Alister plushie will arrive in the next day or two. **virtually cuddles it.** It's so cute! I adore it! They already have the picture up on the website. ^^ http://www.fortunecity.com/business/johns/1394 Click Jupiter once you're on the main page. From there, you'll find the plushies. They also have Valon now. ^^
I also had a very strange dream about me being at the Orichalcos temple, only it was a house and I was a random fangirl. XD; I spied on the bikers as they left and then got chased around the place by Dartz. O__o;;;
It's hard to know exactly what I think of Dartz. . . . I don't hate him by any means, but what he did to the bikers was atrocious and abominable. However, if he was really being controlled by the Orichalcos stone and out of his mind for 10,000 years, then he can't really be held responsible for his actions.
I do know one thing for sure: thanks to playing Enya's music on the piano, I now have new plot twists for Candy Clouds! Dartz will be in it and he'll be more or less a schizophreniac. o.o; Since he was under the stone's influence for so long, I find it hard to believe that he could come out of it completely sane, poor man. He'll be working with some of the rebels, probably, but he'll also be wanting to help the good guys. It will be really intense and interesting.
And here's a blurb I wrote over the weekend, based on a couple of RP scenes with Aubrie. XD;
Alister gripped the towel rack as the water from the shower beat down upon him. After a moment the dizziness passed and he let out a shaking breath. He was certain that he wasn't ill, but he couldn't explain the bouts of vertigo he had been getting. The only explanation he had was that it had something to do with the mind control they had each experienced recently. Possibly the one responsible was now trying to make Alister dizzy. Or maybe it was just from all the stress. But whatever the reason, it was getting more and more annoying.
He turned around, facing the shower and letting it send water down over his chest. It felt nice and soothing, save for the fact that more dizziness was coming on. Alister reached for the nearest thing he could---the shower curtain---as he completely lost his balance. Then he struck his head on something hard as he went down. That was the last thing he remembered.
****
Valon was in his room when he heard the crash. Frowning, he got up and went into the hall, looking around for the source. "Alister?" he called, hearing the shower still running. Upon not getting an answer, the Australian's eyes narrowed all the more. He didn't like being ignored, but he had the feeling that Alister wasn't purposely doing so. With a sigh he came right up to the door, knocked, and called for him again.
"Hey," he said now, "last chance to answer before I come in!" He tapped his fingers impatiently, starting to grow concerned. When there was still no response, Valon threw the door open and stormed in. He stopped short and stared at the scene before him. Alister was laying in the tub on his side, facing Valon, and his eyes were closed. Obviously he was unconscious. The shower curtain was billowing around him, having fallen as well when he had grabbed it, and the rod was laying across his side. The water continued to pour over his lifeless body, apparently not succeeding in reviving him, as Valon hoped it might do.
"Crikey!" he gasped, hurrying forward to turn off the water. He bent over his friend, gripping at his wet shoulder. "Come on, Alister! Wake up!" He felt a certain panic take hold of him. What would he do now? Alister had never fallen in the tub before. Now that he had, Valon had to get him out and lay him on his bed, hopefully waking him up in the process.
But how would he get him out? Valon pushed the curtain back, surveying the lanky man's body. Somehow he should get a towel around him. That would grant poor Alister some dignity. Quickly Valon reached for a towel and set it on the counter's edge. Then he took a deep breath and gripped the older man under his arms, trying to pull him out of the tub. Alister let out a weak moan, though he didn't awaken, and felt limp in Valon's grasp. His soaked bangs clung to his forehead, dripping water down his face and over his weary expression.
"The things you get yourself into!" the boy exclaimed, his voice sounding angry but really only reflecting his frustration that Alister had been suffering so much as of late. And he had to wonder how he would balance Alister and get the towel around him at the same time---not to mention that it was proving hard to lift him out in the first place when he was completely drenched from the shower water. It seemed impossible.
Valon had Alister halfway out when he heard Raphael enter the house downstairs. He couldn't help feeling relieved. "Hey!" he called, hoping he would be heard. "Raph, I need some help up here!" He felt Alister's upper body slump against him.
Raphael was already on the stairs. "What is it?" he cried, hearing the worry and urgency of Valon's tone.
"Alister slipped in the tub and hit his head!" Valon informed him as the astonished man came and stood in the doorway. "I need to get him out, but I'm kinda havin' problems. . . ."
Raphael frowned darkly, washing his hands and quickly coming to assist. After getting an arm around his friend's shoulders and the other under his knees, Raphael was able to lift him up with one swift motion. "Put the towel around him," he directed, and Valon quickly complied, wrapping it firmly around Alister's slender hips. He grabbed another towel to dry him off with as Raphael carried the limp body out of the bathroom and down the hall to his own room.
Gently he laid Alister on the bed, taking the second towel from Valon and running it through the magenta hair. Soon he found the tender spot where Alister had hit hard on the side of the tub. "This isn't like him," he muttered, to which Valon nodded firm assent. They each had to wonder what had caused their poor friend's misfortune. "How long ago did it happen?"
"Just a minute or two before I found him," Valon answered, "and that was another minute or two before you came. So maybe about . . . five minutes ago." He climbed onto the bed and knelt by Alister's side. "He's gonna be okay, isn't he?" His voice shook with worry.
"I believe so," Raphael said as Alister stirred again, moaning. The blonde stepped back, pausing in drying Alister's hair.
The redhead blinked, trying to focus on his friends as consciousness returned to him. "What happened?" he mumbled, trying to remember. The last thing he recalled was falling in the tub, but he was obviously not there now. He recognized that he was laying on his bed, and feeling a bit cold.
"You slipped and knocked yourself silly!" Valon retorted. "How'd it happen?!"
Alister grunted. "People sometimes do lose their equilibrium," he replied, reaching up to rub at the sore spot.
Raphael handed him the towel. "Yes, but you generally don't," he remarked. Were you dizzy again? he asked silently with his eyes. He knew of Alister's occasional bouts of vertigo, though Valon did not. The only reason Raphael knew was because he had witnessed Alister nearly falling once before in the recent past. He had encouraged the younger man to see a doctor about it, which he finally had, but nothing could be found that was wrong---another reason why Alister had decided it was probably Yami Marik just trying to give him more problems.
Alister returned Raphael's look with one of his own that said Yes. He sighed, accepting the towel and sitting up slowly, drying himself off. "This time I did," he said simply. If it had been up to him, Raphael wouldn't know about his dizziness. He didn't intend to tell Valon. Then the Australian would only be worrying more, Alister felt.
"Yeah, well, you coulda drowned or somethin' if I hadn't heard you fall," Valon snapped, watching him.
"Probably not," Alister said flatly, though he was grateful to both Valon and Raphael for helping him.
I also had a very strange dream about me being at the Orichalcos temple, only it was a house and I was a random fangirl. XD; I spied on the bikers as they left and then got chased around the place by Dartz. O__o;;;
It's hard to know exactly what I think of Dartz. . . . I don't hate him by any means, but what he did to the bikers was atrocious and abominable. However, if he was really being controlled by the Orichalcos stone and out of his mind for 10,000 years, then he can't really be held responsible for his actions.
I do know one thing for sure: thanks to playing Enya's music on the piano, I now have new plot twists for Candy Clouds! Dartz will be in it and he'll be more or less a schizophreniac. o.o; Since he was under the stone's influence for so long, I find it hard to believe that he could come out of it completely sane, poor man. He'll be working with some of the rebels, probably, but he'll also be wanting to help the good guys. It will be really intense and interesting.
And here's a blurb I wrote over the weekend, based on a couple of RP scenes with Aubrie. XD;
Alister gripped the towel rack as the water from the shower beat down upon him. After a moment the dizziness passed and he let out a shaking breath. He was certain that he wasn't ill, but he couldn't explain the bouts of vertigo he had been getting. The only explanation he had was that it had something to do with the mind control they had each experienced recently. Possibly the one responsible was now trying to make Alister dizzy. Or maybe it was just from all the stress. But whatever the reason, it was getting more and more annoying.
He turned around, facing the shower and letting it send water down over his chest. It felt nice and soothing, save for the fact that more dizziness was coming on. Alister reached for the nearest thing he could---the shower curtain---as he completely lost his balance. Then he struck his head on something hard as he went down. That was the last thing he remembered.
****
Valon was in his room when he heard the crash. Frowning, he got up and went into the hall, looking around for the source. "Alister?" he called, hearing the shower still running. Upon not getting an answer, the Australian's eyes narrowed all the more. He didn't like being ignored, but he had the feeling that Alister wasn't purposely doing so. With a sigh he came right up to the door, knocked, and called for him again.
"Hey," he said now, "last chance to answer before I come in!" He tapped his fingers impatiently, starting to grow concerned. When there was still no response, Valon threw the door open and stormed in. He stopped short and stared at the scene before him. Alister was laying in the tub on his side, facing Valon, and his eyes were closed. Obviously he was unconscious. The shower curtain was billowing around him, having fallen as well when he had grabbed it, and the rod was laying across his side. The water continued to pour over his lifeless body, apparently not succeeding in reviving him, as Valon hoped it might do.
"Crikey!" he gasped, hurrying forward to turn off the water. He bent over his friend, gripping at his wet shoulder. "Come on, Alister! Wake up!" He felt a certain panic take hold of him. What would he do now? Alister had never fallen in the tub before. Now that he had, Valon had to get him out and lay him on his bed, hopefully waking him up in the process.
But how would he get him out? Valon pushed the curtain back, surveying the lanky man's body. Somehow he should get a towel around him. That would grant poor Alister some dignity. Quickly Valon reached for a towel and set it on the counter's edge. Then he took a deep breath and gripped the older man under his arms, trying to pull him out of the tub. Alister let out a weak moan, though he didn't awaken, and felt limp in Valon's grasp. His soaked bangs clung to his forehead, dripping water down his face and over his weary expression.
"The things you get yourself into!" the boy exclaimed, his voice sounding angry but really only reflecting his frustration that Alister had been suffering so much as of late. And he had to wonder how he would balance Alister and get the towel around him at the same time---not to mention that it was proving hard to lift him out in the first place when he was completely drenched from the shower water. It seemed impossible.
Valon had Alister halfway out when he heard Raphael enter the house downstairs. He couldn't help feeling relieved. "Hey!" he called, hoping he would be heard. "Raph, I need some help up here!" He felt Alister's upper body slump against him.
Raphael was already on the stairs. "What is it?" he cried, hearing the worry and urgency of Valon's tone.
"Alister slipped in the tub and hit his head!" Valon informed him as the astonished man came and stood in the doorway. "I need to get him out, but I'm kinda havin' problems. . . ."
Raphael frowned darkly, washing his hands and quickly coming to assist. After getting an arm around his friend's shoulders and the other under his knees, Raphael was able to lift him up with one swift motion. "Put the towel around him," he directed, and Valon quickly complied, wrapping it firmly around Alister's slender hips. He grabbed another towel to dry him off with as Raphael carried the limp body out of the bathroom and down the hall to his own room.
Gently he laid Alister on the bed, taking the second towel from Valon and running it through the magenta hair. Soon he found the tender spot where Alister had hit hard on the side of the tub. "This isn't like him," he muttered, to which Valon nodded firm assent. They each had to wonder what had caused their poor friend's misfortune. "How long ago did it happen?"
"Just a minute or two before I found him," Valon answered, "and that was another minute or two before you came. So maybe about . . . five minutes ago." He climbed onto the bed and knelt by Alister's side. "He's gonna be okay, isn't he?" His voice shook with worry.
"I believe so," Raphael said as Alister stirred again, moaning. The blonde stepped back, pausing in drying Alister's hair.
The redhead blinked, trying to focus on his friends as consciousness returned to him. "What happened?" he mumbled, trying to remember. The last thing he recalled was falling in the tub, but he was obviously not there now. He recognized that he was laying on his bed, and feeling a bit cold.
"You slipped and knocked yourself silly!" Valon retorted. "How'd it happen?!"
Alister grunted. "People sometimes do lose their equilibrium," he replied, reaching up to rub at the sore spot.
Raphael handed him the towel. "Yes, but you generally don't," he remarked. Were you dizzy again? he asked silently with his eyes. He knew of Alister's occasional bouts of vertigo, though Valon did not. The only reason Raphael knew was because he had witnessed Alister nearly falling once before in the recent past. He had encouraged the younger man to see a doctor about it, which he finally had, but nothing could be found that was wrong---another reason why Alister had decided it was probably Yami Marik just trying to give him more problems.
Alister returned Raphael's look with one of his own that said Yes. He sighed, accepting the towel and sitting up slowly, drying himself off. "This time I did," he said simply. If it had been up to him, Raphael wouldn't know about his dizziness. He didn't intend to tell Valon. Then the Australian would only be worrying more, Alister felt.
"Yeah, well, you coulda drowned or somethin' if I hadn't heard you fall," Valon snapped, watching him.
"Probably not," Alister said flatly, though he was grateful to both Valon and Raphael for helping him.
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