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[jp] The Escapist Lyrics
Aug. 13th, 2008 02:21 pmWho's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
“You’re doing far better today, son.”
Tommy dealt the new hand, frowning a little as he did. “So far, I guess. How long’s it been? I...can’t keep track here.”
( Conversations With Dead People...Namely Myself... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 816
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
“You’re doing far better today, son.”
Tommy dealt the new hand, frowning a little as he did. “So far, I guess. How long’s it been? I...can’t keep track here.”
( Conversations With Dead People...Namely Myself... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 816
Got this one off Bee...
Aug. 13th, 2008 10:43 amBold the things that are true.
Appearance:
I am 5'4 or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes.
I have many scars. And the hell of it is? I've collected most of 'em in the last month.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different colour.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo. Three, at this point...the handcuffs on my back and the two Fraternity tattoos on my wrist: the one I got a couple weeks ago, and my old one that resurfaced when my memories started to.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I've had braces.
I wear glasses.
I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings. Three holes in each ear and my left eyebrow.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.
( Read more...if you want to... )
Now I'm off to my first rehearsal for Buried Alive. Wish me luck, everyone.
Appearance:
I am 5'4 or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes.
I have many scars. And the hell of it is? I've collected most of 'em in the last month.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different colour.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo. Three, at this point...the handcuffs on my back and the two Fraternity tattoos on my wrist: the one I got a couple weeks ago, and my old one that resurfaced when my memories started to.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I've had braces.
I wear glasses.
I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings. Three holes in each ear and my left eyebrow.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.
( Read more...if you want to... )
Now I'm off to my first rehearsal for Buried Alive. Wish me luck, everyone.
[otc] 11.4 - trainspotting quote
Aug. 11th, 2008 02:49 pmChoose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
There are three things Kelly “Jelly” Lang is good at, and all three of them involve Tommy Karras.
The first is choosing good men in her life. She’s on a neverending quest to find the next Tommy Karras, and she knows it. She wants the dark, piercing good looks, the soulful eyes and gorgeous hair. She wants the perfect body, she even wants the pale, sinewy feet that she always sees around the office because the man just can’t keep his shoes on. She wants the delicate and gentle way that taut, broad, muscular frame moves and she wants the sweetness of that smile. Modeling her dream man after Tommy, she always comes away with great guys that remain close friends, even if things don’t work out.
The second is achieving her goals. Every dream she shares over chicken salad sandwiches on their lunch hour, every idle notion that he swears to her is solid artistic gold, she lays the victory at his feet. She comes to him with her troubles and lets him talk her out of despair, and she watches as every goal he has he pursues with reckless abandon. He’s got a great future ahead of him as a graphic artist, and now this magic thing he’s doing...he’s going places, and she wants to go the same way.
The third is embracing the world. Not just people, not just nature, but finding the joy in everything around her. Such little things light him up, and she knows she’s not the only one that feels it. When he smiles in a room of people, it catches like dry tinder until everyone is glowing. He doesn’t choose to see light over darkness, he simply does. When others bear witness to it, though...they choose the light. They choose to follow him into that almost religious euphoria and try to find some measure of peace...some ray of hope.
Jelly’s good at finding love, achieving her goals, and grabbing life by the horns. All three things involve her choices...and all three things involve Tommy Karras.
And from her vantage point in the office just across the hall, Jelly Lang knows that the sweet son of a bitch will probably never have a clue that everything she has, she owes to him.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 383
There are three things Kelly “Jelly” Lang is good at, and all three of them involve Tommy Karras.
The first is choosing good men in her life. She’s on a neverending quest to find the next Tommy Karras, and she knows it. She wants the dark, piercing good looks, the soulful eyes and gorgeous hair. She wants the perfect body, she even wants the pale, sinewy feet that she always sees around the office because the man just can’t keep his shoes on. She wants the delicate and gentle way that taut, broad, muscular frame moves and she wants the sweetness of that smile. Modeling her dream man after Tommy, she always comes away with great guys that remain close friends, even if things don’t work out.
The second is achieving her goals. Every dream she shares over chicken salad sandwiches on their lunch hour, every idle notion that he swears to her is solid artistic gold, she lays the victory at his feet. She comes to him with her troubles and lets him talk her out of despair, and she watches as every goal he has he pursues with reckless abandon. He’s got a great future ahead of him as a graphic artist, and now this magic thing he’s doing...he’s going places, and she wants to go the same way.
The third is embracing the world. Not just people, not just nature, but finding the joy in everything around her. Such little things light him up, and she knows she’s not the only one that feels it. When he smiles in a room of people, it catches like dry tinder until everyone is glowing. He doesn’t choose to see light over darkness, he simply does. When others bear witness to it, though...they choose the light. They choose to follow him into that almost religious euphoria and try to find some measure of peace...some ray of hope.
Jelly’s good at finding love, achieving her goals, and grabbing life by the horns. All three things involve her choices...and all three things involve Tommy Karras.
And from her vantage point in the office just across the hall, Jelly Lang knows that the sweet son of a bitch will probably never have a clue that everything she has, she owes to him.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 383
- to be a great magician
- to be a son my parents are proud of
- to be a great escapist
- to be a great artist
- to be good for the people in my life
- to be capable of helping my charges
- to be capable of helping the people I care about
[locked] - to be present enough to maintain a healthy relationship with the woman in my life[/locked]
- to survive my calling
- to be worthy of the Fraternity
- to be the fighter the Fraternity believes I am
- to be the man humanity needs me to be
- to be the heir to the greatest legacy the world's ever seen
- to be who I am, and not who I was
- to live long enough to grow old
- to die by human hands and human means
- to survive my blood
- to survive myself
- to survive the grave
Tommy Karras
Original Character
- to be a son my parents are proud of
- to be a great escapist
- to be a great artist
- to be good for the people in my life
- to be capable of helping my charges
- to be capable of helping the people I care about
[locked] - to be present enough to maintain a healthy relationship with the woman in my life[/locked]
- to survive my calling
- to be worthy of the Fraternity
- to be the fighter the Fraternity believes I am
- to be the man humanity needs me to be
- to be the heir to the greatest legacy the world's ever seen
- to be who I am, and not who I was
- to live long enough to grow old
- to die by human hands and human means
- to survive my blood
- to survive myself
- to survive the grave
Tommy Karras
Original Character
Your result for The Supervillain Archetype Test...
The Megalomaniac
Ambitious, Intelligent, Calculating
The Megalomaniac is the most prestigious of super-villain classes. If anyone is ever going to rule the world, it will probably be you.
Your main goal in life is power and domination, you have the tools to do it, and you know it. Megalomaniacs are intelligent and forceful, and they tend not to let their emotions cloud their judgment. Most of the time. They are usually found, or not found, working at the top of a huge structured organization, though many prefer to work by themselves.
The Megalomaniac has but one flaw, but its an invariably fatal one; arrogance. He knows that he can take over the world, and he isn't afraid to let you know, often elaborately and in great detail. They often do not foresee the fly in their ointment, because they do not want to admit that such a fly could exist.
Sample Megalomaniacs: Dr. Doom, Lex Luthor, Ras al'Ghul, Kang the Conqueror, Emperor Palpatine, Brain
Take The Supervillain Archetype Test at HelloQuizzy
Seriously? I'm a megalomaniac? What the hell? I mean, I could barely do this quiz. What do I believe people are at heart? My answer wasn't even fuckin' on there!
Not sure why I do these, but I blame Jelly. And Bee. And Sassy. And...I dunno, everyone else on my friends' list that does these when I get bored.
[OTC] 10.3 - Luck
Jul. 29th, 2008 03:09 pmI got lucky. That’s all it was...right?
My first night at the Magic Castle, and I’m checking out a wing the general public never gets to see. Fraternity only, y’know? Relics of the masters humans will never get to touch, much less see, and here I am running my fingers over Dai Vernon’s favorite pack of cards. I’m leafing through volumes written on Kellar and Cardini penned by Brothers for the Fraternity.
( A brush with Houdini... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 683
My first night at the Magic Castle, and I’m checking out a wing the general public never gets to see. Fraternity only, y’know? Relics of the masters humans will never get to touch, much less see, and here I am running my fingers over Dai Vernon’s favorite pack of cards. I’m leafing through volumes written on Kellar and Cardini penned by Brothers for the Fraternity.
( A brush with Houdini... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 683
So I'm doing this ad layout for an indie press out in West Hollywood this afternoon, right? Stylized photos of certain celebrities, kinda comic art style. What can I say, I came away from Comic Con with a little inspiration.
So I finished the layout, got it approved, sent it out to the client, and even got the invoice prepped and ready for Accounting. I'm current on all my projects until Caz gets back into town to check me on the three I'm covering for him, and my billing's all up to date.
That led to me messing around with this...
Reason I'm posting it? It's that dead in the office today. It was draw pictures or do those meme things, and I figure anyone reading my journal might kill me if I did a million of those things, so...yeah.
ooc: Art is not actual art, rather doctored up product of a Criss Angel dollmaker I stumbled across. :P If you want, g'head and check it out here!
So I finished the layout, got it approved, sent it out to the client, and even got the invoice prepped and ready for Accounting. I'm current on all my projects until Caz gets back into town to check me on the three I'm covering for him, and my billing's all up to date.
That led to me messing around with this...
Reason I'm posting it? It's that dead in the office today. It was draw pictures or do those meme things, and I figure anyone reading my journal might kill me if I did a million of those things, so...yeah.
ooc: Art is not actual art, rather doctored up product of a Criss Angel dollmaker I stumbled across. :P If you want, g'head and check it out here!
Lets101 - Free Dating Site
Yeah, you can probably hear me squirming at this point. How the hell'd I make NC-17, seriously?...
At approximately two AM, after Tommy's final initiation, a noise across the room draws attention in three locations.
A head turns...it's nothing.
Turning back, a note is discovered on the nearest surface, weighed down by a small jewelry box containing a silver charm.
The note reads...
Hope lives on. Party favors for everyone.
Love,
Tommy
A head turns...it's nothing.
Turning back, a note is discovered on the nearest surface, weighed down by a small jewelry box containing a silver charm.
The note reads...
Hope lives on. Party favors for everyone.
Love,
Tommy
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
* * * * *
She really should have been here.
I remember thinking that when I went to the Weiss family plot back in the day. I was twenty years old and just overwhelmed by the whole experience. I just sat at Houdini’s grave for a good three hours…doing nothing. The sun was on my face and I was dressed in black, but I didn’t get hot. I was warm, comfortable, almost sleepy. I was that comfortable, that content.
I left flowers for Houdini, and his whole family…I visited each grave in turn, and it was really almost a religious experience for me. That might sound kind of crazy, but how else can you explain the things I felt? There was just so much emotion, so much love there. Cecilia and Mayer Samuel were the man and woman who made Houdini great, his siblings were his compatriots, his charges…
…and Bess wasn’t there.
I was disappointed I didn’t get to see her grave, but before I left?translation: when Bela and Boney dragged me off kicking and screaming, just in case you two losers are reading this I was just overwhelmed by that. She wasn’t there, wasn’t allowed to be buried there, and thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.
It almost hurt.
She really should have been here. That’s what I remember thinking, and it’s true. She should have been there. Houdini loved his wife, almost as much as his magic. Kinda sad, but I understand it now: nothing can ever make you give up that first mistress.
Still, Bess came close, and that says a lot about the kind of woman she was, about the way her husband loved her. They set aside a plot for her, and she should have been able to use it.
She really should have been there.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 301
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
She really should have been here.
I remember thinking that when I went to the Weiss family plot back in the day. I was twenty years old and just overwhelmed by the whole experience. I just sat at Houdini’s grave for a good three hours…doing nothing. The sun was on my face and I was dressed in black, but I didn’t get hot. I was warm, comfortable, almost sleepy. I was that comfortable, that content.
I left flowers for Houdini, and his whole family…I visited each grave in turn, and it was really almost a religious experience for me. That might sound kind of crazy, but how else can you explain the things I felt? There was just so much emotion, so much love there. Cecilia and Mayer Samuel were the man and woman who made Houdini great, his siblings were his compatriots, his charges…
…and Bess wasn’t there.
I was disappointed I didn’t get to see her grave, but before I left?
It almost hurt.
She really should have been here. That’s what I remember thinking, and it’s true. She should have been there. Houdini loved his wife, almost as much as his magic. Kinda sad, but I understand it now: nothing can ever make you give up that first mistress.
Still, Bess came close, and that says a lot about the kind of woman she was, about the way her husband loved her. They set aside a plot for her, and she should have been able to use it.
She really should have been there.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 301
[TOD] 2-D(are): Sing a song
Jul. 21st, 2008 06:32 amHis hands were shaking and the cold sweat had already started on the back of his neck, creeping down his body and soaking through his clothes. That’s what it felt like, at least, like his shirt weighed ten pounds with bodily fluids and fabric. It was all in his head, he knew, but the way his hands were shaking was a good solid mirror of the weakness in his knees, which threatened to give out on him at any minute.
The small club was full. This was a test…he couldn’t fail.
Locking his knees into place, he reached up with one trembling hand to grab the mic, closing his eyes. Maybe if he couldn’t see…
“Eyes open, Tommy.”
Swallowing hard, he forced himself to open his eyes. Wide, straight ahead, boring into the first face he saw. It wasn’t as shapeless or dark as the one on the Bringer that had shot him that first night, but through the haze of raw fear gripping him it could have been Satan himself come to claim his soul.
He was going to pass out.
Behind him, the first guitar riffs rang out.
( See the cycle I`ve waited for... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,055
NOTE: Lyrics are from "It Ain't Like That" by ALICE IN CHAINS.
The small club was full. This was a test…he couldn’t fail.
Locking his knees into place, he reached up with one trembling hand to grab the mic, closing his eyes. Maybe if he couldn’t see…
“Eyes open, Tommy.”
Swallowing hard, he forced himself to open his eyes. Wide, straight ahead, boring into the first face he saw. It wasn’t as shapeless or dark as the one on the Bringer that had shot him that first night, but through the haze of raw fear gripping him it could have been Satan himself come to claim his soul.
He was going to pass out.
Behind him, the first guitar riffs rang out.
( See the cycle I`ve waited for... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,055
NOTE: Lyrics are from "It Ain't Like That" by ALICE IN CHAINS.
[On The Couch] 5.1 - "The..."
Jul. 18th, 2008 04:31 pmThe whole thing started with a greeting so quiet, so timid he almost didn’t hear it.
“Hello.”
The soft, steady voice belonged to one of the damn Goth kids that was always out smoking by the front of the school and giving Paul, the dean of students, early onset heart attacks with their bullshit. Coach Herny Casela knew all the boys by name, he’d sent more than one to detention for causing trouble and more besides had been kicked out of his class for the day because they either wouldn’t participate in gym or didn’t dress for class.
He didn’t recognize the tall, skinny young man in black jeans and henley shirt, skin too pale against all that black along with his hair, which hung halfway down his back and away from his face with the aid of a black bandanna, the white patterns the only thing making it stand out.
“Can I help you, son?”
He moved as if shaking, but the boy’s hands were steady as he walked into the office and set his backpack down, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket.
( Yes, sir. If you`re not busy? I was hoping I could try something... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604
“Hello.”
The soft, steady voice belonged to one of the damn Goth kids that was always out smoking by the front of the school and giving Paul, the dean of students, early onset heart attacks with their bullshit. Coach Herny Casela knew all the boys by name, he’d sent more than one to detention for causing trouble and more besides had been kicked out of his class for the day because they either wouldn’t participate in gym or didn’t dress for class.
He didn’t recognize the tall, skinny young man in black jeans and henley shirt, skin too pale against all that black along with his hair, which hung halfway down his back and away from his face with the aid of a black bandanna, the white patterns the only thing making it stand out.
“Can I help you, son?”
He moved as if shaking, but the boy’s hands were steady as he walked into the office and set his backpack down, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket.
( Yes, sir. If you`re not busy? I was hoping I could try something... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604
Grabbed from Soph
Jul. 15th, 2008 09:35 amAsk me seven questions. Not just any seven questions though. No, to keep it interesting, use the seven questions as per below - just copy and paste the following, replace the blanks with something you want to know/ask (e.g., 3. Donkeys or sandcastles and why?), anything you want, personal, silly, surreal or deep, comment away and I'll answer honestly as I can! Then post this in your own LJ and see what kind of things people want to ask you!
*Only if you want to, of course. ;)
1. What do you think of _____________ ?
2. When did you last ____________?
3. __________ or ___________ and why?
4. What did you ______________?
5. What's your favourite ______________?
6. How would you ______________?
7. Who would you most like to ________ ?
*Only if you want to, of course. ;)
1. What do you think of _____________ ?
2. When did you last ____________?
3. __________ or ___________ and why?
4. What did you ______________?
5. What's your favourite ______________?
6. How would you ______________?
7. Who would you most like to ________ ?
