Character idea

I need to remember this character/idea, just incase.

Nurse: Let him sleep. He needs to build back his energy.

Girl: I know... I just want to make sure that he will be okay.

Nurse: He'll be fine if you just relax and let him rest. It was just a little accident, that's all.

Girl: A car flipping off the road and crashing into a tree isn't a little accident! Just look at him, he looks like he could die any second!

Nurse: Dear, there have been worse accidents. It's a miracle that he wasn't killed. He's doing very well for a person in that situation.

Girl: ...Yes.

Nurse: I'll be back in a little while to check on him. (She begins to exit, carrying out a chart)

Girl: Ma'am?

Nurse: (Turns around to girl) Yeah?

Girl: Do you think you could bring a ginger ale? Just incase he wakes up?

Nurse: I'm pretty sure he won't be awake anytime soon, but yeah, I'll bring some.

Girl: Thank you. (She looks over at the Boy, and holds onto his hand.)

Nurse: Mhm. (She exits)

Girl: (She strokes his hand, looking down at it, then looks at his face. It is covered with dried blood still, though he looks to be at peace.) Mark... I'm scared. You look so terrible... (She takes out a small rag and licks it, and tries to wipe off some blood.) They keep telling me that you're going to be all right, but... what if you aren't? What will happen to me?

Mark: ...Egh...

Girl: (surprised, softly) Mark?

Mark: (He shifts his body a little) Ow..

Girl: No, no. Don't move too much, you're still in a lot of pain. Here. (She gets up and reaches for a towel on a side table, and places it on his forehead) You're okay, babe. You're okay...

Mark: Ah... Jean? What... what happened...?

Jean: Just a.. little accident. Nothing more. You're just a little banged up, that's all.

Mark: I don't.. get it... (He cringes in pain.)

Jean: Shh.. just try not to move. (She holds onto his hand)

Mark: hmm.. (He falls back to sleep.)

Jean: Ah.. oh. (She starts to stroke his hand again, and she puts her head to his hand. She begins to cry softly.) I just... Oh, how could I?

Nurse: (walks in with more charts, and sees Jean. She seems concerned) Oh, darling, what's wrong? He's not dead, see? His heart monitor is still beeping.

Jean: No, its not because he's dead! (She begins to sob harder) I-I d-didn't know.. wha-what t-t-to...

Nurse: Now, darling, calm down. (She reaches over to the table and picks up a box of tissues, handing it to Jean) Breath in deeply, and try to relax.

Jean: (Breathing in a wavy breath, then exhales another outpour of tears) I-I feel awful! I-I... (She tries again, succeeding this time.) I.. I lied to h-him.

Nurse: (Confused) You what, darling?

Jean: I lied to him! (Another verge of tears begins to form) I-I told him that h-he was o-okay a-and that, that he was j-just in an accid-dent..

Nurse: What? You didn't lie to him! He's going to be fine! Look at him, he's--

Jean: Bullshit he's gonna be fine! Just look at him! He looks like he was mauled by a bear!

Nurse: Now you listen here! Just because he looks all busted up doesn't mean he isn't gonna make it! A boy his age is built to last, look. He doesn't have any major problems besides a few broken ribs and an arm... and a leg. And a minor fracture in his skull...

Jean: You're not helping!

Nurse: But it's all nothin' that can't be fixed..! (Jean sits down, looking longingly at Mark. The Nurse sighs, then remembers the ginger ale) Here, sweetie.

Jean: (She takes the ginger ale and sets it on the table. There is an awkward silence as the Nurse writes down some things onto her charts.) Ma'am?

Nurse: Hmm?

Jean: Do you know how long it will take for him to recover?

Nurse: Well, a good month at least. We're lucky that he only broke some bones and nothing more serious.

Jean: Do you think he'll be alright by October?

Nurse: Depends on what you mean by alright.

Jean: Enough to be able to dance?

Nurse: Well, he'll be able to walk with some crutches by mid September at the latest.. But I don't know if he'll be able to dance by October.

Jean: What do you mean? I thought he only broke his leg?

Nurse: He'll have to go through some physical therapy to get back in shape. He wont be doing flips anytime soon, more or less October.

Jean: Well.. there goes our routine then.

Nurse: You two are dancers?

Jean: Yeah. We were supposed to do a big show in New York for a week in October, but... I guess not now.

Nurse: Hmm.. How does this sound. If he recovers very quickly, and does well in physical therapy, then he might have a chance. He may be in pain after dancing, but he may be able too.

Jean: Really? That's good to hear.

Nurse: Mmhm.

Back in the Swing

Mood: Good
Listening to: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog (Episode 1)
Playing: World of Warcraft
Eating: Oatmeal Squares Cereal

So I've decided to get back into the whole blogging thing. I made another blog specifically for artsy-related stuff. If you're nosy enough I'm sure you'll find it, since I'm a little too lazy to dig up the link and put it here.

It's sad that now that I want to do this again that I have nothing to talk about.

Yuck.

I don't know where else to do this

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (http://www.flickr.com/)
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s Mosaic Maker (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php) ... Or do it yourself in paint/photoshop
d. Save the image and post it.

The Questions:
1. What is your first name? Kevin
2. What is your favorite food? Duck
3. What is your favorite color? Green
4. Favorite drink? Tea
5. Dream vacation? London
6. Favorite Hobby? Painting
7. What you want to be/do when you grow up? Everything
8. What do you love most in life? Life Itself
9. One word to describe you? Average

Blatantly Un-factual.

I enjoy the fact that I lied throughout an entire conversation with a person I had never met before. As sick and twisted as it sounds, it made me feel good.

Hell, I'd do it again too. Just because I'm a terrible person. I feel like I have an obligation to lie continuously to this person.

Ha.

Need to get the idea down before it runs away

(Damn you, plot bunnies!)

It wasn't long before they knew. It was cold. Frost lined the inside of the abandoned building. The warehouse which once held many encoded plans. The one place that could have been used to hide people, now a place which held the small group hostage. They had become prisoners in their own operation facility. Everything had been shut down. The computers, the switchboards, the lights, the heat, and every other electrical appliance that could reveal their location had been disconnected. One of them wondered if this could be their end. Another kept looking for a way out. The smaller one sat silently in the lap of one who's arm were wrapped around. There was a figure that merely stood there, a motionless husk, unknowing the danger they were in.

These five sat in this base of un-operation as prisoners. They were waiting. They saw everything around them with their eyes that pierced through darkness, but they did not see what was to become of them. The little one rested her head on her father's chest as he sat and thought of what to say. A woman was sitting beside them, holding her head up courageously. The other man paced around the room, wanting a cigarette or a grenade to escape with. Yet, none were able to hold out their fears any longer. The figure clad in metal turned to face the doorway which locked them inside.

"Echoes approaching ... ... ... Life-forms detected." It stated, a red light appearing on it's white metal face. The girl looked up. Her eyes showed no fear, but only confusion. She pulled at her father's shirt.
"Father, Gary says that they are coming. But we cannot hear anything. I cannot hear them... Are they?" She questioned. She could feel tears beginning to burn her eye's, but she wiped them away before any could be seen. Her father leaned in towards her, his head near her ear to only give the whisper, "Yes, dear."

But before anyone else could make another move, the door had swung open. It was a human; A pale human holding a safety pistol. Another human stood behind him, carrying a grenade rifle. The group just glared, taking the Dark Human tribe tradition with them. They would show no fear to their enemies. The human came in, pistol pointed towards them. There was a flare of a match, then a torch lit to reveal four faces and a white reflection of metal. Eyes were glowing with fierce intensity of intimidation. All but one, who's face was buried in her father's chest. The human with the pistol pointed it at the girl.

"She will be first. Does she speak English?" The human said at the man holding her. He stood up, carrying the girl.
"She does not. She will not be interrogated by you filthy betrayers," The man spoke in a not so fluent humanized tongue, "She has no part in these matters. I will go in her stead-"
"She has seen enough. You will translate for her."
"She is a mere child!" The dark human barked. He handed the girl to the woman, now seeming as though fear was slowly creeping into her. The girl held onto her father's hand, but he pulled her off. "You think you will gain anything? Listening to the babble of nonsense from a child? As I have said, I will go in her stead." The human scowled at this dark human. How dare this dark human act in such a way that could get him killed? There was a snap as though a whip had been struck. The dark human held his face, feeling blood seeping from his cheek.

"Silence, you insolent scum!" The human with the pistol growled, pointing it towards the girl, "Now quietly hand her over. Otherwise you will be dealing with the misfortune of-"
"She will not go!" The dark human jumped to his feet, hand reached out toward the human. The dark human clenched his fist, and the human's body looked as though it were going to implode.

(Dammit... can't think of anything else. At least the idea is down.)

lols twilight

Uhm. How do I say this. I saw Twilight.

BEST-WORST MOVIE EVAR.

I mean, if I had known nothing about it/was a girl, I would have probably liked it. But for the fact that I already have a burning passion for making fun of it, I had added enjoyment for seeing it. I had Twila The Girl Who Waz In Luv With A Vampyre in my head the whole time (you can also listen to it if you want).

In all honesty, it was just very entertaining. It was not a movie until the last 45 minutes where stuff actually happened. It was every vampire fangirl's dream until the actual plot showed up. Which I personally find hysterical.

lols.

Male Pokemon

Is it odd that I only catch male Pokemon? And even if I get a female Pokemon, I won't use it? Its not that I don't want a female Pokemon. It's just that I think they are weak. In all of my Pokemon days, female Pokemon have only been trouble. Even if it is a Pokemon that looks quite feminine and can be either gender, I would most likely get the male. This doesn't apply to all Pokemon, but the vast majority.

But really. What would win: A lvl 50 Nidoking or a lvl 50 Nidoqueen? The Nidoking is much more tank-like than the Nidoqueen, therefore male Pokemon should be bettwe.

So if I don't like female Pokemon because I think they are weak and for the fact that male Pokemon just are seemingly more apt to win, does that make me sexist?