silverfox

Thanks, hehe, I like it too.

Halloween's my favorite, then yeah probably Christmas... But I don't like Valentine's Day because a) it's the day before my birthday and everyone's so focused on V-Day that they forget my birthday and b) I'm always single on V-Day. xD

Wow I was just at the mall today and I was like "o I haven't commemted silverfox in so long. :(" I thought of that because I got a new haircut (I have bangs now) and then I thought I needed to add a new picture to FAC and then I was like "omfg! I'm evil!" Haha.

Wilson demonstrates my feelings as well. :) I missed the episode Tuesday because I had tons of homework. GAH!!

Maybe it'll be on USA soon...

I didn't get to do anything for Halloween because my costume wasn't ready at home. It was depressing because Halloween's my favorite holiday. :(

But those icons make me happy. Because they ARE delicious haha. I want to take a picture of my new hair but my camera is dead... Hmm...

Eh... I drew this really cool picture! and I want to colour it, but I need to finish drawing it first. And it's like a HUGE spoiler, so I probably wouldn't want to post it. But I love it and seeing as I am supposed to be getting off the computer soon I will probably go and try to finish it. and probably try to call you too. but yeah ... I love it, so I'll probably end up showing you anyway, because it isn't an obvious spoiler at all, you have to think about it but when you do ... wow. yeah. It's got something REALLY major about a certain two characteres, but seeing as I'm not going to tell you I'll just shut up and stop being a moron. but yeah, whatever.

-phantom

Yeah, what I did with mine was kind of like alternate outcomes to the same set of events, so it kind of makes the thing easier to figure out but doesn't actually spoil anything. and it gives you interesting insights as to the characteres' true essences. It's very interesting.

anywho, I tried calling like fifty billion times and your phone is either off or dead. My mum suggested you come over this weekend and come to peter's lasertag party, but I think it's kinda too late... but next weekend you should. it's at least a three-day weekend, for me a four-day one, so we could totally do tons of stuff. yep.

but you should've told me about that sooner, I would've come over. because it's only ten blocks or so. well it's saturday and I can't go back in time.

Well, turn the phone on. Or telephone on someone else's if it's dead. I never know where to call if yours is dead. gah, I dunno. technology is as annoying as it is useful. and I'm s'posed to be getting off the computer, so that's what I should be doing. yep. I barely talked them into giving me any time at all, because I've been typing all day on my story. I finished Chapitre V!

ah well. I'll be going now. I still haven't posted all that stuff I drew from last time, 'cuz my computer's near dead so everyone's pissed off.

I printed out the prologue and first four chapitres of my story, 'cuz I was afraid my computer might crash. then I found about a million mistakes. So now I want to re print it, but I don't want to waste all that paper because it's REALLY LONG. oh well. I'll probably just end up giving it to Peter. or I guess you could have it if you really wanted it...

yeah, whatever. that site worked, so it made me happy. The splash page is currently my desktop, and the story was hilarious. and somewhat dirty. I couldn't stop laughing the whole time, so of course I had to save it.

our computer's thing is almost completely taken up. We have almost no disk space, probably because everyone had a load of crap in their recycle bin. and probably because I save much too much stuff.

oh, and I wrote a CHARACTere GuiDE for my story because ... I have waaaaayyy too much time on my hands. it has Guenevere in it because she's such a cool charactere I couldn't resist. and a TON of characteres with the same names as some of your characteres ... but it would be a major spoiler, because it's my notes on various charactere's pasts that you aren't supposed to know. and there are crossovers from my Gwen-Kitsune comic ... do you remember when we were on the max, and there was that driver of the month thing and the guy's name was Sztejter? (wow, I remembered how to spell that O_O) well, I've got a pair of brothers with that surname. and Gred and Forge TRIPLETS. (yes, can you imagine there being a third one? cuz that's what they're like) OH AND THERE IS A HOBBIT WHO IS SHORT WITH CURLY BLONDE HAIR AND HE IS FRIKKEN ADORABLE! but sadly I can't manage to draw him... he would probably look like a baby August. (your August, of course)

er, yeah, I've got to go... cuz my time ran out. seeya

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeee pages two and three loaded!!!!!!!1!111!11!!!!!!!!1!1!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!111!1!!!!1!1!1!!1!!!!1!1!!1!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!11!!1!!!!!!!!!!11!11

yes, I am excited.

and page six almost loaded, but the bottom was still cut off a bit. pity, cuz that's the best one.

now I almost forgive my computer for not loading that colour splash page. hey, could you link to the site you get it off for me? then I can download it and save it myself. I guess...

maybe it is awesome but I wouldn't KNOW, would I, because IT DOESN'T LOAD~~~~

DX

sorry, I'm really pissed off at my computer. ugh.

but yeah, do you have the day after Hallowe'en off? cuz I always end up doing nothing on Hallowe'en, and it really sucks. what the crap, I might even end up just watching House. Then I'd really be a loser. who watches tv shows on Hallowe'en?

ehm... I finished chapitre IV of my story. the one I gave you an excerpt from. and I saved yours and changed all of the quotation marks from " to ' because those" really annoy me. yeah. but it took me forever, and now I see why you don't.

but, um, yeah. what was I going to say? I want more bleach. and that splash page that won't load... ugh. I'll go do something. maybe post chapitre I. I've got a bunch of art I need to post, mostly the stuff I drew when I came over, but I'm too lazy to scan it...

actually, that is from a different thing. the August is a different august, not yours. I couldn't think of a better name... the woman is named Nikko, and you don't know who she is (it would be REALLY scary if you did, because then you'd be either psychic or abe to hack into my computer from your house)

yes, I did make that icon. well, not the picture itself, but the wording and crap. and I realise I didn't need to tell you that it is Nikko, because I just read your last comment. sheesh, I'm a moron...

how come you never stay up 'till six am when I'm there? (cries in corner Tamuki-style) I guess I steal all your energy or something...

I'm too lazy to look at all those pictures, but I looked at the first and KYAAAA FAY IS SOOOO CUTE AND IS THAT ASHURA ZOMG???!!!????!?!?!?! oh, did I tell you that I wrote a Fay-Ashura thing for english class? and that like half the high school calls me Fay some of the time? it kind of started out as a joke, but people still call me that. it makes me happy.

AND ZOMG WE HAVE TO SEE THOSE MOVIES TOGETHER! AND THROW SHOES AT THE SCREEN! AND I HEARD THAT SHAMBALA WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A THEATRE RELEASE TOO AND IF IT ACTUALLY DOES WE HAVE TO SEE THAT TOGETHER TOO!!!!!!!1!!1!!!!1!

yeah, but I've gotta go. you should send ME your story. though I stopped using word cuz I hate it. DX

anywho... I dunno. later, I guess...

Wow, it actually worked. O_O longest comment EVER... though need I say again that I love that part? xD

heehee... did you steal my icon yet? I can post the full-suze version if you want.

AHHH THEY ARE MAKING ERAGON INTO A MOVIE!!!! I AM MAKING SOME ONE TAKE ME! KYAA! (wait-- have you read that yet? the blue one with the dragon on the cover...) yeah, but my dad is watching the world series behind me and this preview comes on and I'm like 'AHHH IT'S ERAGON YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME WHEN IT COMES OUT!' yeah... it doesn't come out until 15 december, but I am so totally going to make someone take me to see it.

okay... I have to get off so my mum can use it, but I will be back on soon, if not tonight, then tomorrow. and wtf she is in D.C. and she needs me to get off so she can go on? wow I am confused...

oh well...

HAHA I LOVE IT!

that is awesome. and now you've made me feel obligated to post for you some of mine, dammit. okay. I will, but It won't make much sense, though I really love this part. but I may have to post it in two pieces, cuz it's really long...

anyhoo, here it is!

A thin figure stood on the hill in the lengthening shadows. On the road below a boy with black hair walked on his way to some place or another. He glanced at the hill, but his eyes slid right over the shadowy shape. How nice it would be to actually exist, it thought, to be more then just some shadow of something that never could have been.

A wind rose, and its tattered black garments blew on the wind. Its long hair streamed behind it. It had nothing left but hate. It had never known love, all those years no one had been able to see it, and the few who could would run in fear. Always. Always the same, until it was so tormented it wanted to run away from itself. But it couldn't run, it couldn't end its miserable existance, so it went mad. It decided it would destroy all that had caused it pain. All the pain, that stemmed from one person...

But that could wait. It didn't even know where to find that person. Didn't know what that person looked like. It knew nothing about that bloody person, so it may as well do something in the meantime. Like following that boy.

The boy walked, and it followed. There was nothing else to that. The boy, even if he couldn't see it, could sense its invisible eyes drilling into the back of his neck. It laughed every time he turned around, searching the brush for any sign of the thing that he knew was watching him. It didn't actually find it funny, not really. Its laughter was more sarcastic than joyful. Cruel laughter. The laughter of one who hates the world and everyone in it.

It isn't true, the thing reflected as it walked, not true what people say, about how you can't miss something you've never had. If someone, anyone has it, you can miss it. It had seen countless people who had friendship, family, real laughter, love... and every time, it hurt more. It felt the abscence like there was a hole where its heart should have been.

The boy reached the town. It followed, like a spectre that none can see. He walked into the inn, and it followed. That loathsome boy didn't hold the door open, letting it slam right in its face. If it were real, the boy would undoubtedly have held the door. It walked right on through, rematerialising on the other side. Who cared if the people would call it a freak for that trick? It wasn't as though they had seen anything.

The boy asked the barman if he had seen a woman, and showed the man a picture. 'Yes,' he answered. 'She checked in not an hour ago. Is she expecting you?'

'No,' August answered, for it was him the thing had followed.

'Why don't you wait for her to come down, and you can talk over dinner.' The way he said it was not a suggestion. 'It would be rude to send you up if she isn't expecting you.'

'Ah. Of course.' August picked a table away from the centre of attention and sat down.

Just to make sure, it waved a hand in front of the man's face. 'I'm looking for someone too.' Its voice was withered from disuse. The man didn't blink. Not that it had expected him to respond.

It sat down at the same table as the boy. He didn't make any sign of noticing, but occasionally he looked in that general direction. Like there was some spectre there, that he just couldn't see.

It was some while before the woman came down. The bartender pointed out August to her; she frowned and made her way over. The room was not crowded yet, but it soon would be.

She pulled on a black leather glove. The kind hand-to-hand fighters wear. But only that one, she stuck the right glove back into her pocket.

'...You're the boy from the mansion. What do you want?'

'I... wanted to apologise. Beatrice-- the girl who was with me-- she isn't usually like that.'

'Oh? You came all that way to apologise? And it should be your girlfriend apologising, not you.' She pulled up a chair from the nearby table, which surprised August. After all, there was an empty chair across the table. Then his brain caught up with what she'd said.

'Aah? She's not my girlfriend!'

'Ha!' The thing said. If you were an invisible nothing, how could you resist mocking people? 'Yeah, right!'

The woman turned around, her eyes met its for one chilling moment. Could she see it, or was it a lucky chance?

But then she turned back to August. 'What did you say your name was, boy?'

'August.'

'I have no name. I am nobody. No one can see me, so what use would any name be?' The thing said this in a mocking, singsong voice, like it always did when someone in the vicinity posed that question.

'I'm sorry to hear that,' she said. A shiver ran down its spine. Two coincidences in a row? Not likely. August was looking confused. Why would she be sorry that his name was August? was it some kind of code? 'My name is Nikko. Would you mind introducing your friend over there? I believe he is feeling neglected.'

August looked at the empty chair. 'Who?' he asked, at the same time it screamed, 'I do not need your pity!'

Nikko frowned at August. 'Now that's just mean. Apologise to him.' She pointed at the chair that was (to August) empty.

'Are you thick or something, lady? They can't see me! None of them can! And why do you care?'

She looked around. The kid was shouting, but not one of the inn's customers blinked an eye. August was looking at her like she was insane. He was genuinely confused. After all, she was talking to thin air. They really couldn't see him. It really was as though he was not there.

She reached out to him, and he zipped a finger out into a long blade, snickind the skin on her cheek. To August it would seem as though the line of red simply sprung out of nowhere. 'Stay away!' it shouted. But she touched its arm anyway, and her fingers were gentle. It- he?- had expected blows.

'Isn't this what you wanted? Or do you enjoy being tormented? Or maybe it's that you defined the world by your hate. I am in room thirteen, and I will be there tonight, if you want to come.'

She stroked its cheek with a gentle finger. It felt tears pricking its eyes... was it really human enough to cry? And could it really be forgiven?