Murder in the First.

hey look fanart!

2009-06-23T22:48:09Z

So, I drew some fanart today. Feels like it's been ages since I've done any form there of. Granted, it is RO fanart so I guess it doesn't really constitute as such...meh, wtv.

Anyways, My High Priest on iRO Loki.

I want to draw some girls.

But I have no girls to draw. I can always draw my friend Andrews scholar...but still. Anyone have a girl character they want doodled? Let me know~

iphone app?

2009-06-15T06:31:54Z

Downloaded the iphone app for well, iPhone obviously. It's interestingly boring and plain. BIG SURPRISE.

Getting this little baby in one month. Her name will be Saddleback Kennel's Catch like Fire Pebbles. Angela, the breeder, wants to cross her intl. CH Duke with her when she gets into her second heat.

I am...so honored. You cannot image. Also- Taylor is amazing and I love him. His ears are being glued right now for the triangle affect.

In other news. At

the_lady_lamb place. We were playing Deadspace and Valkyria Chronicles most the night. Amazing. I love these kids. And WTF Isara dies.

Anyways post more later!!

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Update on Life.

2009-03-17T05:59:51Z

So I guess it's been awhile since I've updated this thing containing actual representations from life. So I guess, I'll just do that then.

Nothing special or note worthy- everyone has their issues with the way their day unfolds but lately...thing's have been rather, well, they could be better.
My two remaining grandparents are in falling health, as in...on their death bed. So there is the suspense of going through every minute of the day...just...waiting to see what happens. Just...expecting that...DREADING, that CALL. I can't take this anymore you know? That will be what...the eighth and ninth persons over the last 6 years in my immediate family to pass away. You know what that leaves me with folks...? Elders Wise? My mom.

MY MOM>

More than anything I feel for her. Sigh.

Moving on, I've decided to redirect my life goals. Starting this next semester my Major will be Psychology BS- seeing as how a friend's father is the Director and head of the UC Davis Psych department, it really helps to have connections amirite? Regardless, I think if there is one thing I'm better at in this world than Art it would be to listen and make an appropriate diagnosis of the mind if properly informed. Does that make me tooting my own horn? Does that constitute as the same thing? Anyways.

Other than that- I guess in a material sense I'm doing alright. I miss a lot of my friends and while I can hardly ever get online without being bombarded by IM's- I'm almost growing tired of being followed around at school by a harem of people. |: This excludes Kelly- who's presence is always a hilariously fun adventure.

I miss friend's who miss me. *MIRALOMA SENIORS <3*

Yeah, That's all :) Ciao.

Random Writings....

2009-03-09T10:52:56Z

Everything looks a little bland from this high, I know some might think that- but I don’t. I think this was the way a city was intended to be looked upon; with the light of a setting sun just beginning to egg it’s way under the skyline, with its rays reaching up for a final take at the blue horizon. Sometimes I wonder if others aside from me ever take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this world- even in a place where a majority of naturalistic glamour has been eradicated. Looking over the scenery, with the layer of ashy orange washing across it from lingering beams of light cascading down on it- there are remnants of what might have been a truly beautiful lush and green place. Trees and bushes are scattered across this city- and I never hesitate to offer a thanks as I pass them by on the streets. I guess…in some ways more than others I am more and more different from my ancestors and kin with each passing day.

I see a beauty in this place that I wholeheartedly wish they could. I’d like to share with them the pride I take in being a crafter whose home is somewhere aside from any cliché village side cottage. I’d much rather prefer the white noise of daily life. Silence, in large doses, is far more overbearing than the sound of reality. In memory of the tree’s, of the lands that might have graced us with their presence though—I will continue to prepare myself for what’s to come. And I smile outwardly, knowing the future is definite, but never certain. I will continue believing that; because…I have to.

“Rosy, it’s about time we head back. The sun’s blinding at this time of day.” The bob of my mom’s blond hair has always fascinated me, but in such blinding light as she put it- it looked almost like starlight; having washed out all color otherwise. This aside, she was right. It was most certainly an alarming shine, but I didn’t mind. However, she on the other hand-

“Come on, don’t take forever. Hop to it.” Her hands were warm as she grabbed my upper arm lightly, though not bothering to tug on it so much as to signal to me she was on her way. I glanced back at her for a moment, pushing back the length of tied hair from my face, and inhaled.

“The wind is picking up too. Tonight might be a good night to fly.” I was being sarcastic, playful even. But from the way I said it, I knew she’d think I was serious- and she laughed in return to prove it.

“There’s a reason why your sister got all the Magick talents,” I barely managed to catch the awkward gray glance she gave me as I stumbled to grab my bag and book, tossing it inside the satchel as I caught up with her. Mom was always so direct with her words- but I knew they hadn’t been meant to hurt me, what she said that is. And it was alright, because…it didn’t hurt. I enjoy what I do, which also happens to be what I’m very good at. Perhaps even great.

But I still came with my mother when she practiced outside of home; to the top of this building for instance. Here, she came to see if she might be able to master Hersue. Of course- no human being in history has ever been able to perform an actual Hersue, and only one or two witches had ever claimed to have done it. She’s encouraged me on occasion to try my hand at the scrying method- which involves no physical medium other than the mind…but, even with what talent I have in divination- I prefer sticking to my scrying bowl for obtaining spiritual vision.

Smiling, I followed her in suit to the stairwell leading down to the car garage. I only made it a few steps before hesitating suddenly to make a quick loop and dart back towards the heavy metal door. Managing to catch it before it slammed shut and locked- I opened it with the entirety of my weight having to be used to do so. “Wait-” it slung open finally, and left my hands as easily as it might have closed on them moments before.

Looking back at my mom quickly, I turned and looked back at towards the dusk; a pale hand carefully guarding my eyes in doing so. “I forgot Penna…”

“Rosy—”

“He’s here, I know he is. Just give me a moment.”

I could almost feel my mother’s eyes rolling as she continued down the cement stairwell, the steady and constant clicking of her heels leaving a trail behind her. “He can find his way home, Rosy. Don’t take too long.”

“…” Watching the light, I waited patiently...waiting to see the small black line in the distance as it flew towards me. “…come on, Penna…where are you…?” I raised my hand into the air, like a perch for an expected guest- and almost if on cue; there he was, gracefully flapping the noir feathers with even rhythm until he could steadily land upon my forearm.

“Penna- there you are…” Smiling, I leaned forward and exposed my teeth just enough for him to press his black beak against them in a show of mutual affection. I received so much delight from these simple, yet small, of our connection. Penna was my familiar, he was my friend, he was my likeness in every way- and I’d received him on my tenth birthday as nothing more than a small chick. Penna is no ordinary Crow either- as I expect him to live as long as I do. Our lives are each others; sharing the burden of life together, heh…surprisingly, together, it becomes no burden at all.

“What took you silly?”

He cawed at me lightly, turning himself around before hopping himself up to my shoulder where he stayed as we headed back towards the large metal door. Whispering sweet nothings to my dear friend, we stepped lightly into the stairwell where my mother had long since disappeared from, and with the wave of my hand- the large solid door slammed shut behind us

HOLY FFUCKKKK

2009-02-27T05:48:30Z

;________________________________________________________;

OMMMGGGGGG-------

YESSS. YES YES YES.

.10. Dabbles

2009-02-26T09:31:22Z

“Come on Naomi, Stand up.” Her hands around my waist always made me feel secure- like suddenly all the pain seemed so far away that it didn’t hurt anymore. “Good girl…he won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.”

Machiko- always so nice, sincere, angelic…I idolized my sister unlike any other being on earth- she was a painted picture of perfection and kindness. I didn’t care what my parent’s said about her declining state of being, I still don’t. Whenever I fell, scraped my knee, cut my finger, needed a shoulder to cry on or even just talk- Machiko would be there for me every time, without fail.

This day was no exception.

I told her I was okay, because I was, truly. Rani and her brother Cory watched from the sidelines along side me as Machi lectured a shaken Nora long and hard about what he’d done- about the nonsense he spewed. It was visible on his face the pain he endured through her words- and she too. There had always been a distinct attraction between my older sister and my pseudo friend, Nora Correa. I say pseudo with certain weight- as there has always been as far back as I can recall a well-defined barrier between he and I. At one time, I might have considered him something of a future consort- what with the baby face attractive antics he’d adopted in his youth; but those days had long since been thrown from my clear cut window of a life. His family, like mine and Machiko’s, and Rani and Cory’s had been re-stationed from a small Florida Airbase to Detroit a little before my seventh birthday. It was around said time that everything changed between us; between Nora and me.

The affects of that change still took their toll on the two of us, even some six to seven years later, and that day in particular…the day before my fourteenth birthday- Nora simply snapped.
I don’t remember what started the fight, but I remember the near animalistic reflexes he posed- and how just as I’d risen from one of the school-yard’s benched tables, he managed to have me pinned hard against the soft turf usually below by feet. I didn’t panic- I didn’t even scream at first. In fact, the only words that uttered from my lips were the rushed strings of names belonging to all my friends until finally I landed on the one that fit the face hovering just above mine.

“N-NORA—”

“She’s going to go—I can see it! No matter what I do, you never listen. SHE never listens. How stupid can you get; do my words really fall on such deaf ears?!” His voice sounded so angry- an anger I’d on rare occasion only seen from third person…never so close, never before so direct.

“Wha…what are you talking about, Nora?!”

“I told her! I told her if she keeps at it, if she won’t stop- it isn’t a gift Willy- it’s a curse! She can’t come back if she keep’s doing it!” The nails of his fingers cut so deep into the soft parts of my arms- I am almost positive the scars still remain. But his actions were futile- I’d no idea what it was he spoke of, I knew only that his intension seemed to be drastic. At the time- I was sure under such an unstable circumstance, he was going to kill me—that I…was going to die.
At that age, even if just two years ago- everything seemed so finite. I realize now that Nora posed no real threat- and if anything he was just trying to warn me, to protect me from the pain that would follow this event, and more importantly to protect her. I wish I’d have listened.
All I could hear were the fast paced and jumbled words that spilled from his mouth- and I blocked them from my mind as if they were poison- venomous and untrustworthy. This wasn’t the first time Nora had talked in strange tongues- speaking about the impossible, things that seemed too bizarre to be real. I know now- I acknowledge my own folly for being so closed minded as to not listen to what he was saying. For as many times as Nora’s words had turned out to be right- one might have thought I’d take deep consideration in the accusations he made against my sister leaving so abruptly; but instead all I could manage to do at hearing him mention her name was mirror it as I screamed for her. Even if I knew she wouldn’t hear, even when it would have been impossible for her to be there.

Rani and Cory stood in utter silence- shock having frozen them where they stood. I don’t know if it was Nora’s doing that caused this- or if it was the sudden appearance of Machiko by my side- that at the time I hadn’t questioned with even an awkward glance. And that was my problem- and perhaps continues to be still today; I accept things far too easily- and it’s a terrible weakness. So why didn’t I just believe Nora when he tried telling me?

Everything from that point on up until when she’d helped me sit back up is pretty much a blur. Somehow my beautiful, graceful, strong older sister no bigger than me at the time but perhaps more mature- managed to pull Nora from on top of me- and assess the situation in such a way it should have been obvious something weren’t right. Realistically, she shouldn’t have even been there- but she was. And she’d come to my rescue as she had on every occasion and opportunity where it was warranted. It’s strange how things go unnoticed, despite how unusual they may be- and all because of our own blindness to them. To deny their existence visibility.

That day for instance, as I sat there with Rani’s arms slung protectively and still somewhat frightened around me, Cory standing just south of us- I didn’t once question how it was that Machiko had always managed to be in the right place at the right time. All I knew at that moment- all I could think to myself, with torn skin and fabric cascading over my arms was; how beautiful she was- how thankful I was to have her…and how much, deep down, I wished Nora is okay.

Two weeks later my older sister Machiko Reese Willis disappeared. She vanished from her room- with all her belongings intact, her windows and door locked from the inside. There was no sign of forced entry- or any real logical explanation behind her sudden absence. Authorities wrote it off as a kidnapping…perhaps to appease my parent’s who were at the time large contributors in their funding. Though I still hear from time to time the rumors that she ran away.
I don’t believe either of them.

I believe, with all my heart, Machiko is still there, somewhere- waiting for me to need her again- truly need her. Still, until this day, as much as I miss my wonderful, talented sister; everyday I think two things above all others…Machiko is coming home today, and I wish Nora is okay.

I know deep down, neither is true.

.9. New Character

2009-02-15T04:51:15Z

Name: Naomi Willis
Nicknames: Nao, Mimi, Willy
Age: 16
Birthdate: April 7th
Sexual orientation: ♂
Customizations: Faceup by iibleachedii, Modded eyes by Sam Estrada (morbidollz) and smoothed and finished by Jung (kawaiigrl75)
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color/style: Naturally black brown but dyes it a lighter brown, cut short and stylish like a Jpop star
Clothing style: Very Asian Pop culture inspired
Likes: Clubbing, dancing, texting, chatting, hanging out, climbing trees, staying out late, reading, sketching, helping friends, puppies, the outdoors, fleights, movies, staying over at friends house, sharing secrets, sticking up for people, having an androgynous outlook.
Dislikes: Loud people, abnoxious attitudes, lies, being lied to, studying, forgetfullness, being ignored, falling, wet clothes, rejection, early mornings, cats.
Personality: Active, friendly, charismatic, forward at times, loyal, trusting, naive, faithful, intelligent, loving, peaceful
Power: Teleporter
Backstory:

Nao comes from a family of four, with a Japanese mother, a white father, and one older sister. When she was three years old and her older sister Michiko was seven, they were treated at military base with only a handful of other children to limit the stunted growth of the brain. Their father, of whom had been in the Airforce at the time, volunteered for the proceedure under the circumstance they were compensated for their time and there were no sideaffects. In the end, Mr. and Mrs. Willis were told their children would only benefit from the proceedure, as the minds stunted growth at certain ages is what stops many individuals from exceeding their intelligence capacity.

Years later, the family moved to Detroit when Mr. Willis retired. It was there that at the age of 15, Michiko fell into the wrong crowd at school and was beginning to show signs of unusual behavior. Her parents blamed it all on the guy she had been dating at the time; but in reality what she'd discovered was she had the ability to dematerialize and rematerialize in different places- teleport, in essence. For two years she lived at home with this secret- having her ability mature into also being able to astral project- being in two places at once, until one day a week after her seventeenth birthday she disappeared entirely. Her family still knows not of her whereabouts.

It wasn't until Nao turned sixteen that her abilities manifested themselves. After the unlikely meeting of her and a strange boy by the name of Joseph Cannon and his Father William Cannon, Nao started experiencing something strange when she would suddenly appear in a completely different place than where she had been before. After about a week or two of this, she confined in Jo about her ability- telling him of her vulnerable state of mind and her fright of what was happening to her. In the end, he supported her- despite her thinking he might reconsider their friendship, and in doing this she further admitted her feelings for him as more than a friend.

Her ability is dynamic, and very unstable unlike her sisters, which she is not aware of. She can't always return to where she was to begin with- and she cannoy pinpoint a location to teleportation, only a general area.

For now, at least.

.8.

2009-01-10T03:34:02Z

.8.

Hahaha...I'm depressed.

andjealousandfrustratedandangryandalotofconfusingemotions.

Sigh--

I really hate this.

Fuzzy Man Peach.

2009-01-04T23:28:50Z

.6. Pictures involved

2008-12-23T09:28:03Z

.6.

First off let me apologize that I haven't been around for awhile. Man. Seriously. Life has been hectic...which is what's sprouted this entry to begin with. I have read every journal on my friends page, I really have. I apologize for not commenting, I barely have enough time to read them let alone comment. With that being said. Let's move on.

Life is hitting my really hard.

I've been feeling really detached from people, friends, and the likes. I spend most my time tending to Taylor *Pics on scroll down* and doing house and yard work. I've become somewhat of a recluse- and this involves internet time. It may say I am online..but let me be the first to tell you I may not actually be there. I've made a bunch of new friends lately but I am starting to feel they are all fake, and I am starting to think some of my longer lasting friends aren't so well off either. I think I've tried striking up a conversation with maybe three of the friends I haven't talked to over the last few months and they always seem to fall into this awkward whistle silence- you know the type.

And Christmas...oh man Christmas. I have bought more gifts this year than I have any previous year for people. People I know IRL. People I know over the internet, and people I've just met...and it's astounding to me that some people have the audacity to ask me not to do something like that. I get you a gift because I want to- that doesn't mean I expect something back. I can clearly see from your lack of communication how much you must value this friendship and while I am no better off because I know I haven't really done my part either...really, I am getting you a gift because I still care about you, and thought of you when I saw it. Is your response to it supposed to tell me you don't want it?

I know there are more important people in these friends lives, family, closer friends, maybe even spouses but you know and so I don't expect anything in return so why do I get lectured as if I did? Maybe they just didn't know I like gifting.

And I do. I love gifting. And I dont expect anything back. But I do expect to be treated fairly. If someone gets you something...you say thank you, not that it was wrong for them to.

*sigh*

I really just want to cry thinking about it sometimes. I hate the idea that I may not be as important to some friends as they are to me, or worse, as much as I used to be. Which is totaly off subject but maybe thats why they dont want my gifts. Maybe because they don't consider us close anymore. That really eats me up. Am I a convenience friend? The friend who gets called on when it's convenient? I am guilty of having friends I don't talk to for long periods of time, everyone is. Some friends just grow apart and while they may remain friends they may just not interact. Is it okay then, to be bitter when you see someone you care about going about their lives as if you don't exist? As if however long you two had spent together, no matter what great things you two did together, as if none of it mattered in the end because they had completely replaced it all with something far more important.

I hate that. I wish I could be in several places around the world at once. Some places more than others...

I can't be everything to these people. I need to be okay with that. But I'm not. I empty my pockets for people on a whim, I break my back to be there for them when I can, I comment to show them I am alive. I shouldn't expect anything in return and most times I don't...but now, I am really wishing I could at least get some appreciation.

To be frank- I feel a little taken for granted. I wonder what it would be like if I really did just cut them off the way they did me, intentional or not.

ANNYYWAAYYS...

Merry Christmas Folks. Here are some pics of Taylor.

.5. Welcome Home Taylor

2008-12-11T00:34:36Z

.5.

I woke up at 7:35am this morning and got ready to head over to Reno, Nevada. It was myself, Brittany, Lauren and my mom.

We took awhile to actually get on the road, from gathering our things, preparing the car and setting up for the cold- fetching the puppy supplies and then finally getting something to eat. So around 8:30am we were on 80 headed towards Reno. I think I fell asleep at least...maybe...I don't know, twice so before I knew it we were pulling into the designated meeting place between myself and the breeder.

I realized upon parking that I'd forgotten to write down her number XD; I am so lame. But I managed to call Andrew and have him get it from my email for me, thanks Andy! So I called her, she answered, we met exchanged hellos and goodbyes. She gave me my puppy and puppy packet.

O.

M.

G.

Taylor is absolutely perfect. He got a little sick on the way to meeting said the breeder so his front paws and breast were a little wet. I gave him some water and he was all better =) He slept on me for awhile before being moved to the backseat where Brittany and Lauren loved on him intensely. We stopped by Brittanys apartment and grabbed some things where I bathed him and dried him. It is so funny...he already knows how to bark. I also saw that the breeder didn't have his dew claws removed but that is fine :) They aren't required to be removed for conformation.

His training should be fairly easy. He is already learning isn't that great? ^^ My concern is that, all day he has drank water, and he just ate but he hasn't eliminated once yet. o_o Hm...Anyways, for now he is asleep.

So...be right back :)

-M

.4. Taylor

2008-12-03T09:55:36Z

.4.

I got some new photo's of Taylor today. Kennel name Taylor, by my name he will be Bordeaux. He is simply adorable.

I cannot express how much love I feel for this little dog already, and despite knowing he has a rigorous training schedule ahead of him... I know deep down he isn't going to let me, or himself down.

His coat meets the standards to a T- par level with flying colors. His stance, as you can see from the pictures indicates that the breeder's have already started his broadening standing which is good because I'd hate to have him drag a leash around to learn to hold his head up. But god...what gets me is his hindquarters. They are like...perfect.
I cannot even begin to tell you how much stamina and strength his little walk provides. I simply cannot wait to have him.

I've already discussed breeding terms with Beth (the breeder) and She expects a champion before I am allotted the rights to breeding. And I am okay with that :) I am more than positive in myself, my skills, the skills of my trainers, and Taylor himself.

Anyways, I am waiting another email from Beth soon so I will be sure to keep you all updated!

-M

.3. Away

2008-12-01T01:19:21Z

.3.

Due to the fact that I am in the last stages of a move; I will not be on the internet as frequently as I have been. I will resume my daily rituals next weekend when Uverse has been set up.

Thanks :)

-M

.2. Happy Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T20:55:09Z

.2.

Thanksgiving hmm? I have a long day ahead of me, that's for sure!

This year, my mom didn't make anything homemade but that's alright...it's the first thanksgiving where my dad isn't here, and this time my little girl isn't here either. And to top it off, we're in the middle of moving. @_@ Greatttt....

Well, I talked to my mom. She agreed that she will finally buy me the car that she wanted to get my awhile back. I am going to get a Honda CRV--maybe in Silver or Gold. I think it's funny, doesn't Yoshito have that car? Haha, whatever. :) The only condition is that I go to San Jose State or San Diego State- and even then she is will to pay my tuition.

Sounds like a good deal. Arem and his mom might move down with us, so he can go to the same school and Josh and Sarah can attend the community colleges there. I have a lot of family in San Jose. I can't wait...I think it's so romantic that Arem is willing to go wherever I go.
Whatever.

Andy is still going to Canada that dork I am going to miss him like crazy...

ANYWAYS.

This is supposed to be about Thanksgiving... So it SHALL be.

Happy Thanksgiving

-M

.1. Subject to Cynicism

2008-11-25T23:20:46Z

.1.

I have class in oh say two hours and nineteen minutes. Now eighteen. Painting oils with Craig. Craig. I hate that name...I didn't always and you might not either but after taking this class it's almost certain you will.

Anyways after the pain and sadness with the loss of Azura, I have instead come to find that my life has been revitalized with joy and relaxation, in the form of: Taylor.

Well that is his kennel name. Otherwise his name, to me, would be Bordeaux. He will be here on December 13th.

Maybe it is a little early for another animal...but I think having something to care for and which to gear all my love and affection towards, otherwise pouring into- it could help both of us. I want to train him to be a show dog. He's a Miniature Australian Shepherd, Tri-red.

In other news...That's it for this first journal. :) For awhile I was thinking I might make it friends only...but, I have a setting for that, it's called private. It's either I want all to read it, or no one.

So...whatever.

--M