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This is a writing journal for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) iatro. It's not supposed to make any sense except to it. If it is easier, look at it as a role-play journal.
You are more than welcome to:
- Leave feedback.
- Ask questions.
- Touch the exhibits.
- Interact with the exhibits.
- Make fun of how crazy god the writer is.
- Read.
The characters\\players are listed here.
I will also list all stories here in this post. It will probably get long and boring. Consider all stories rated PG-13, they will be noted if there's anything worse than swearing in them. Here is what has been written so far:
( List, with links )
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| Prompt: "precious illusions" |
[31 Aug 2008|06:52pm] |
We're ... lazy, and quiet. We apologize.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) all_unwritten's prompt for 8/23/08: "precious illusions"
With a guest appearance/inspiration from Everclear's "Santa Monica." We use too much music.
"I am still living with your ghost, lonely and dreaming of the west coast," Art Alexakis' voice blasted from Subbi's parted plastic jaws. The construct was perched neatly on the edge of the picnic table, her eyes glowing softly as she gazed across the lawn. "I don't want to be your downtime, I don't want to be your stupid game..."
Frika swayed on its feet lightly, humming under its breath as it paced back and forth on the grass, nervously puffing a camel. The collie paused to light a new cigarette off the remnants of its previous cancer stick, then flicked the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with a pare pawpad.
( Continue? )
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| Me Myself and I, Times Five |
[11 Sep 2007|09:54pm] |
Internal monologue, only not.
The kitchen table was set up for the evening; a platter of fresh cookies sat in the middle, along with three glasses, two bowls, a set of playing chips and a pack of cards. The five entered and prepared their own drinks; two of them taking a cup, two a bowl, and the fifth foregoing that, then gathered around the table.
The Collie began shuffling the cards somewhat clumsily; the cards were new and quite slippery. Chivalry chuckled quietly into its Guinness. The Collie ignored it, and paused with the deck in its right hand, left thumb upon the top card. "Hold 'em, Stud, Draw...?" ( Read more... )
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| Music |
[12 Dec 2006|11:20am] |
... soothes the soul?
This is for me.
Frika paced the living room in circles, slowly increasing in speed with each revolution, until it was nearly running around the room, canine paw-pads slapping on dirty carpet. Its thin tongue lolled out of its jaws as it panted, a manic frenzy glazing its flat eyes, narrow chest heaving. Its fur was dirty, matted, and falling out in clumps, displaying patches of bare skin.
Sundance actively ignored Frika while he flipped through a magazine, sprawled in his usual spot on the couch; Frika in turn actively ignored Infudicia while the shadowbeast attempted to goad the collie each time it passed her.( Read more... )
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| Subservient |
[15 Nov 2006|09:12am] |
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The construct is finished; the musical member of the House is active.
Frika claims it made the construct, though no-one is quite sure. She doesn’t seem like something that Frika has the ability, knowledge or materials to create, really. But at any rate; there she was.
The body of a slightly overweight, short-side-of-average-height woman… though her skin was smooth, frosted-white plasticine, translucent enough to show the hints of mechanical organs under her skin. ( Read more... )
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| Recalcitrant Libido |
[03 Oct 2006|11:57am] |
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The Matrix: The Music Revisited OST |
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Only furthering the plot autobiography story here... Mostly focusing on Sundance.
The first bit is slightly adult; avoid if the word 'erection' is offensive.
Sundance lay sprawled on his bed, tail and right foot dangling off the edge. He stared up at the low ceiling, noting another cobweb. Perhaps someday he’d knock them down.
The opossum’s personal ‘room’ was actually the maintenance closet in the cellar. As the only House member with any concept of how to use tools, he’d run electricity into the closet to install some light sockets, laid rugs on what little bit of open floor there was and finished the inside walls with sheet rock and plaster. ( Read more... )
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| St. Fate |
[28 Sep 2006|10:35am] |
Fleeting
Flashes of memory
Trickling;
Times past.
A brief nostalgia-
I am that.
You think you see every face; every face which you have think you have known. Loved, hated, admired, feared, memorized-
You see every eye; in a face that cannot be fully understood, nor seen, nor recognized; fleeting
Every voice speaks to you, before it/they is/are gone
I am what I must be
I am what I am destined
I am what you are destined
I am destiny
I am
Saint Fate
And it is gone fleeting
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| Character Survey |
[18 Sep 2006|07:16pm] |
List 12 of your original characters:
Technically Infudicia, Trosufaen, and Sydney are not characters - but they can still serve the purposes for this quiz
1. Cruentus - A fire elemental genet that embodies rage and drive for vengeance. He's a loose cannon with a hair-trigger switch for anger, and feels no remorse or guilt for the things he does; though however spontaneous he may seem, he often thinks his actions through. His affection and loyalty are tough to win, but he is protective, often to an obsessive point, of those he loves.
2. Apathy Metafore - A mindless, grey felinoid creature; an automaton or puppet, lacking his own thoughts, will or drive. He picks up the thoughts of those around him and gives them a voice and a body to act with; whether desired or not. It is possible for those with a strong will to control the puppet as they desire.
3. Sundance Oakley - A red-furred, transsexual opossum that houses desire - addiction, sex and gluttony in a wiry body. His fur is unkempt and filthy, and he often reeks of smoke and alcohol. Despite all this, he somehow manages to find a new fucktoy every other night; he's also the kind of guy that never calls back.
4. The Eighth - A gangly, thin shark-man that wears a muzzle designed to prick spikes into his flesh when he speaks, and chains that are attached through rings set in his flesh. He is very shy and cautious, and often moves in silence, despite the chains strung across his body. He is a representative of happiness and pain.
5. bunny - A quivering mass of delicate rodentine flesh, indeterminate in species. She is the sponge for all abuse, taking it all into her body; resulting in flesh laden with scars and wounds, and a mind shattered well beyond any repair. She seems to live more in her own head than in the 'real world,' staring blankly through space when she is not a shaking, sobbing ball. She is terrified of many things, but some of her largest fears are men, centipedes and vehicles.
6. Nikolaus - A centauroid Dreambeast with the innocent, logical mind of a child. His appearance is vicious and carnivorous, yet his voice could pass for a young boy's. He is content to always find the beautiful and pleasing things in life, always optimistic, and he loves to bake sweets.
7. Phetish - A goatlike, androgynous Dreambeast, whom specializes in dreams fulfilling desires. Though its dreams are almost always of a sexual nature, Phetish itself has no interest or need for sex. It is prim, proper and polite; enjoying fine wine, fancy clothes and Shakespeare.
8. Infudicia - A self-claimed fallen angel, this shadowbeast most often appears dragonlike. She is considered the antagonist, always negative; she feeds off unpleasant emotions, especially pain and sadness, and delights in causing the tasty treats. Her favorite target to pick on is Frika.
9. Trosufaen - The Guardian; an albino brown hyena. He is vampiric, and one-eyed, wearing a patch over the missing eye - though no one knows what happened to it. Very little is known of Trosufaen, in fact; he is secretive, though he commands the respect of the entire house; even Infudicia will bow her head in his presence.
10. Sydney - A former Shadowbeast that stumbled upon a different path. Sydney is not of the House, his origins from somewhere far away; he left in a moment of turmoil to protect Frika, and has stayed since. He is soft-spoken and skittish, as unsure of the rest of the House as they are of him.
11. A Perfect Murder - A creature of unknown appearance, that lusts for pain and homicide. She encourages fights that lead to bloodshed, or even better, death; with talons bared and grinning fangs.
12. Frika - The host, perhaps of the House; a harried gender-neutral individual. It often can only take so much of the House's bickering and drama, and sequesters itself alone to brood. It is a very moody creature, often unhappy or apathetic rather than in a pleasant mood.
( And the questions! )
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| Chat with a Shadow |
[04 Sep 2006|09:56am] |
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This little storylet actually occurred was written just under a year ago - right at the time when Sydney first joined our humble House in October 2005. It just may, perhaps, explain a few things...
(Dialogue. Possibly obvious, but just in case - italicized is Sydney, normal text in quotes is Frika.)
I didn't run.
"Why did you leave?"
I was not chased off. He did not send me. Believe me, he may have wanted to send me off, but I left of my own accord.
"I ... yes, I believe you."
Is it only because you have labeled me as the lost soul returned?
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| interlude |
[22 Aug 2006|12:32pm] |
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dancing on the razor edge
dragon twists and turns
red ribbon blood vein twisting turning flailing
round and round
reach, reach for the time, caught up in talons tangled
shadow flits and lurks, darting light to light
teeth in grinning maw
o dancer dance
make sure you dance alone
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| Violent Tendencies |
[08 Aug 2006|02:14am] |
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"Everything to Everyone" - Everclear |
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You get to meet A Perfect Murder in this one. Neat, huh?
Frika was finding itself in the cellar with the radio more and more often these days. Music was so ... soothing. It smiled slightly, flicking through a pile of CDs as it licked its lips. It reached the bottom of the stack before it grabbed one off the top and poked it into the refitted retro radio. Whizzing and whirring as its mechanisms sucked in the CD and settled it into position before spinning it over the laser eye. And seconds later, the music played over the speakers. Frika hit the shuffle button, then skip, and settled back into the battered, musty couch.
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| Slow Motion Daydream |
[30 Jul 2006|07:32am] |
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VNV Nation, are you surprised? |
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Several short storylets. Just a touch of everyone; even Perfect makes a brief cameo, and there is a bonus guest star of the Corgat from mindburble. Last section/bit with Infudicia and Sundance has a touch of raunch.
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| Spite & Scorn |
[01 Mar 2006|05:27am] |
This installment ends rather abruptly, as I sort of lost my direction/muse after two and a half pages. My apologies, and enjoy anyway.
It also may be worth nothing that Sydney now has a journal at shadow_servant.
An ancient, dusty radio sat on a rickety plastic table in the cellar. The radio looked like something taken out of the 30’s, with enough dust to suggest perhaps it really was, but it had been fitted with a modern radio and a CD player. It was one of the few furnishings, along with a ratty love seat couch, battered folding chairs and assorted boxes, all covered in a gratuitous coat of dust and cobwebs.
Music currently poured from the retro radio, echoing softly off the barren stone walls as it shifted songs.
“I’ll light the fire... you put the flowers in the vase, that you bought today
Staring at the fire, for hours and hours while I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me, only for me...” ( Read more... )
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| Enter Nikolaus |
[28 Jan 2006|01:40am] |
Nikolaus' official introduction, along with some foreshadowing between other characters. The House is most certainly becoming crowded, but it does get bigger.
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[31 Dec 2005|05:44am] |
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It has been neglected for a while, it has; sorry about that, folks. There has been some writing between now and then, but I'm not quite sure if I want to post any of those (perhaps by popular demand; a few are songfics, I'm embarassed to admit I even wrote those). There ought to be more soon, and I suppose in the meantime, I'll introduce you to ( the newest member of the House )
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| [Un]Welcome Houseguest |
[21 Oct 2005|01:53am] |
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Enter yet another new player. This one, however, does not belong to the House - he is simply visiting (or perhaps moving in). A brief introduction, and discussion from the others about their guest.
Brace yourselves, this one is good and long (for my stories thus far) - about 6 pages.
"Why are you here." It was more of a statement than a question. The griffin tilted its head to one side, a round iris flashing in the dim light. It sat alone in the living room - no, not quite alone; there was someone else here, huddled in the shadow of the overstuffed sofa, among the trash Sundance left scattered about. It did not respond.
The griffin rose to its feet and slowly approached the visitor. It reached a distance of arm's length, then tentatively reached out a hand. The vulpinoid flinched, but raised his head to stare at Frika, his white pupils glowing. The griffin's hand touched his forehead and third ear briefly, then turned and moved down, claw-tips grazing his cheek. "You don't belong here," the griffin said softly.
"I know," he answered just as quietly, all three ears pinned back on his head. ( Read more... )
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| Frika Laments |
[09 Aug 2005|05:06am] |
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Frika is hurt. The House reacts. This is a longer story (about 2.5 pages).
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| Full House |
[02 Apr 2005|03:34am] |
Discussion, more characterization between the members of Cheshirehouse.
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