bloodytoes

Time is running out as I scrolled through many things that would be meaningless in the long run. I decided being an artist wouldn't profit anyone in the long run, so I'm dumping the idea. Now I'm back to square one, and I need to figure out how I am going to work for things that will help the others instead of ideas that I don't think would appeal to others.

I considered writing, but I figured I wouldn't be able to keep up with times enough to write out what touches mankind.

Recent readings:
Gold Dust by Geraldine MacCaughrean
The story features a Brazillian town, Serra Vazia,  that once had been booming due to it's gold mines. Soon, the gold ran out and people moved out to seek further fortunes in other gold mines, leaving the town to rot slowly. The main characters were soon thrown into a whirlwind as a few gold diggers found some gold outside the grocery. The news soon spread throughtout the land and gold diggers move into the town. As the town came alive, the streets was suddenly filled with people who heard the rumor that there was a fortune in Serra Vazia.

Things came to a nasty mess when the town's buildings were in danger due to uncontrolled digging and a few houses collapsed. Inez de Souza, along with her family, a priest named Ignatius, Valmir the socialist and her teacher tries to save her hometown from the frenzy.

The reason why I love the book: Valmir and Ignatius are so KYAAAAA!
They make me go into fangirl mode. D: Because they were supposed to be enemies, then they suddenly went to being fighters of the cause! Arrrghhh! I savour each moments in the book as they bicker XD If only there was more ValmirIgnatius moments, I'll gladly die :)

Soon, I'm gonna write a fanfiction about them. I can't help it!!! :D

france asked England to marry him. You should've seen his expression! :3

<3 France's randomness!

Hetalia is basically about World war and countries, even though some of them are quite inaccurate... XD

(I know this is so sudden for me to post about hetalia... I watched all ten of them just now so...haha...ha.

Yeeeah. Like I want to know who I want to be. I don't know, so I figured I should get the answer to this question before I combust. Since some trigger event (yeah, too much rpg games, still-) my mind didn't get much rest from thinking this.

Oh, and I wondered if my ex(or was it not ex-) best friend will remember me afterwards. Really wonder. Most of the time, I just think I'm some worthless person who's floating about in another plane, even though I can be seen, it's like I can't feel. (Isn't that, um, very bad?) And prone to act according to what Lester says because he's major in my imaginative compartment. If I don't know any better, I would've asked him to write a script, print it out, and I'll use it as a guide to: SPEAKING TO NORMAL PEOPLE FOR NOOBIES. I really need one of those. It's better than faking it whenever I see the people I don't know much of.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF GETTING FRIENDS YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW MUCH OF?- Lester says.

um. getting to know them is fun. After getting to know them, will they get boring? (yes, I know I'm talking about myself.  I feaaar.)

that's the gist for this month. Or I can type in all my worries and just hope somebody solves them for me. Hehaha.

Okay, fine. I'm VERY lazy. I can't help but feel stupid whenever I post something. It's as if I'm typing something that people will read/not read and you will never know. Unless someone replied of course. I'd die for a reply. (unless of it's typed by a heartless crazy stalker who fixes his eyes on the computer screen for no apparent reason and insults each soul that he does not worship.) I wonder how I got around to update my stuffs nowadays.

I went to Fraser's yesterday, and I'm back today. Surprisingly, 2 days outside my house counted as a holiday. The fact that my whole school holiday has more than a month changes nothing. Wish I can post the photos, but I can't find the darn flash card slotty reader thing. Doubt anyone would want to see them too.

I'm lazzzzzzzzy. Byes.

And that shows how lazy I am.

Finished reading Black Cat just now and I am ultra-energized. I still feel VERY inferior to some artist that have frigging nice artworks but now I think I'll work at my own pace and try not to succumb to the expectations I have to myself. Now I know what it means to want to kill oneself, the process and everything. No use of knowing it, and the knowledge could even be used to end my own life. I hope I can forget things but I think not forgetting might be even better. I probably learn alot by reading things that people made, but I still have a long way to go.

My scanner is pissing me off though.

Reluctance stopped me from alot of things that I wanted to do, but I didn't. Procrastination slowed and possibly can make me self-destruct.

I observed myself to see if I can be someone who has multiple personalities and the whole.. test was a success. I have no doubts about it but myself, since a person can persuade him/herself that he/she is actually what she/he think she is. If I were to believe that I am bisexual and believe it to the end and even imagine it, then I would be....as I think it is. But to change that fact that was created from a thought is near impossible, at least I think it is. I am not a psychologist. I'm trying to observe, then make a conclusion from it. But perhaps I'm deceiving myself, making the believe almost something that I am unable to deny?

Too many questions unanswered.

Data that are uncontrollable, environment exposure...

That can only be my hypothesis.

Lawl. Still laughing over the lame journal title. UNKOWN STUFF LURKS.

I know it sounds stupid. There, kicked my head.

Today....I... became even more redrawn from the society. I took a step back in to the inky black bleak world of emo. Not much interesting, but, hey, this is school life and I wanted to make it more.... exhillarating. Didn't work much since I can do anything if my mom's gonna teach here. I hope I'll have a chance at actually acting upon my feelings. Hell, I'm not even sure I have feeling anymore. It feels kinda empty.

Echo~ECHO ~ ECHO...

I hear the sound of a car's alarm...and it's killing me with that shrill noice.

I wondered why the owner just don't turn that damn thing off.

*checks the time*

Exam for next week.

Disappointments on today:

I walked towards THAT person, but she didn't even notice me. Since she was talking to princess -not literally- I was...felling left out AGAIN.

Maybe my willpower= 0.1

At least I tried.

Yeah, and I kicked myself, act like I was a dying person on my way to the car park and nearly broke down in front of the car. Mom was chatting happily. My soul was floating away.

I fell like a drama queen. In a soap opera-ish thing.

Huzzah!

I want to write things that are anything but cliché. Unfortunately, there are only a few things that are left to be original. Some of it includes me crashing into some lovebird’s car when they were saying their goodbyes with each other in the evening after their date. And I’ll bet they’ll be surprised when I made it all so not CLICHÉ.

Well, if you were gonna kiss her and BAM! This rollerblading kid just crash into your car, well, ouch. I’m sorry for banging your car, sir.

I saw that dude twitch his brows while trying to look very normal as his girlfriend hurried and help me up. The dude frowned slightly but asked me if I was alright. I wasn’t that pro of a skater and this bunch of kids was trying to chase me for no apparent reason. Do you reckon I’m fine?  Well, yes, thank you for being so observant.  And of course I wasn’t going to say that in his face but I was tempted to. I glared at the kids who were laughing their asses off and tried my best to pick the broken pieces of my ego up.

That happened to me yesterday. Today I went rollerblading but I didn’t end up like yesterday. I went to my friend’s house which was about 3 rows away from my house, and guess what? Those kids were back, those kids who distracted me till I crash into a car.

And they were screaming their heads off again, running towards me like I’m some target they’re gonna catch. It’s not even funny when you’re trying to learn how to skate properly and they insisted on making my life hell. Now that I’m done complaining about the kids, I found out that one of the kids is my friend’s little brother. Yup, we’ll be meeting each other a lot, kiddo.

I wrote this a couple of years ago -.-"

When I read it again, I only feel that my writing is so craptastic last time >.>

xxxstoryxxx

Then I heard it.

 It was a song, doubled up with a steady rhyme. It reminded me of the country side, even thought I have never when anywhere near it. I’m more like a town person, going anti-social with the blokes in the school with mysterious characters showing up like its everyday routine. And it annoys me that they had this mental shield over their mind. And their ego, they’re so spoilt they think they can get away with everything. They think that everyone has it over their uninteresting profile.
 

And before I know it I followed their steps, this social norm that nobody corrected, because we were already so used to it that we just forget ourselves, this unique trait of everyone was long gone, like the wind. Not that it was gone, scratch that. It was covered by meters and meters of wall. Wait...I think I strayed from the topic already. You wouldn’t mind much would you?
 

…Of course you wouldn’t. Why would you? You’re just the reader, compelled to read this piece of crap called a fiction. Ah, yes, this is fiction, not a conversation with the dead, even thought it sounds like one. No! It doesn’t.

 
Mitch is getting happily comfortable by the tree now, dozing off. The music surely came from the building, right?
 

And how the god damned did I got off the road?! I was sure we were on it while ago! Remember the small path? The one with footsteps, only that it’s gone, now filled mud puddles, an aftermath of a rain, obviously. I shook my fist in frustration comically. I still see the building in the distant. Mocking my failure on reaching a destination so near, yet out of my grasp, yeesh. This bitch world can become in a minute.

My leg throbbed painfully as I shifted my weight back to the other leg. Sometime ago, I sprained my ankle when I fell from a huge jagged rock at the hill.

xxxendxxx

See, that pathetic thing called an ending? It's not even NEAR the ending. I remembered this piece was like...after this weird dream regarding some dude who hates the world, emo emo bitchy, emo. Not that it has any similarities with the dude in my school called ashli or something  who had a crush on one of my close friend >.>

Now I'm feeling blah, you're welcomed to comment on the starting (or ask for an update and I'll se if I can) or bitch about the stupidity of posting it in the first place.

 

It's called a dog, honey.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

7:48 PM

I have abso-fucking-lutely no idea what the heck is this dribbling, ugly pea eyed thing. And apparently, I'm supposed to be happy over it, for some unknown reasons.

 

So I shrugged.

 

Hector is quite satisfied with my shrug, although slightly curious about my thoughts. He smiled that brilliant mouth again, and stooped to give me a chaste kiss.

 

"Honey, what's wrong?"

 

"Just wondering,"

 

"Wondering about?"

 

"Why you're so fascinated by that creature."

 

"Why dear, I thought you would like it. You don't?"

 

"…um…give me some time and I might….get used to its presence."

 

He was baffled by my answer, and then he regained his composure with another blinding smile. "Sure." he said, nodding.

 

"What's this creature's name?" I questioned Hector.

 

"Surely you're just kidding with me?"

 

I gave him the 'I'm not fucking with you' look and he raised his brows…high up.

 

"It's called a dog, honey."

 

"What is its purpose of existent?" I queried him, pursing my lips together as I examined this creature thing.

 

"Why, it exists for its owner."

 

"Right…"

 

"Well, it also protects the owner, if you're wondering D:"

 

"And how do you propose it can do such a feat?"

"Uhh..."

"Nevermind. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough." I grinned and tackled him to the floor, plotting something that has to do with Hector without his clothes.

XD...Just posting this for fun since I'm bored. D:

A -probably made up- story.

He fixed up the star on the Christmas tree, before hopping down, smiling gleefully at the bloody tree in the middle of his house. "It's gonna be Christmas... oh my fucking god, my first freaking Christmas with my fucking daddy!"

Well, that was the 6 year-old Lester. And he knew most of the profanities due to the fact that his dad is a debt-collector, and he always call people and verbally assault them. He should be glad that Daddy never ever tries beating him up whenever he use profanities. Lester met his dad after spending five years in a poorly managed orphanage -somewhere- and immediately got home with him without even knowing if thats his dad but it doesn't matter anyway.

"Daddy!!! I've decorated the freaking tree! Come see!" Lester did the nicest cute pout he can manage.

"The tree be damned. I still have forty-seven phone calls to make." he growled, picking up the bloody phone and making an attempt at dialing the numbers before his son tugged on his hands, the telephone line unplugged.

"Daddy..."

His dad sighed, standing up and following his son to the room where the tree was located. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that his son put the wrong things on the tree. The wrong things under the tree, and oh..my...god, the socks...eww.

"Lesty, the socks are not clean. The ornaments are on the tree, not below the tree. The presents are supposed to be where the ornaments are...right now. So before you correctly decorate the tree, I will not be gracing you in my grand presence.

"The what?"

"Lester.. the tree is...not...nevermind." he sighed and went back to work.

Lester pouted again. He stomped in front of his dad in what he thinks is a scary way, huffled loudly, and announced that he was going to his neighbor's house. His neighbor is... a few kilometers away. But he'll manage to walk there.

=the next day...=

"Daddy~ I'm back..." Lester didn't see the key underneath the pot but the door wasn't locked, so he pushed the door open lightly and peered around the house. It was getting deathly silent. The sound of the floor creaking under him made him shiver slightly. He was feeling ticklish.

"Daddy...?" He was in the working room, next to dad's usual place, but he still couldn't see anyone.

the end. lol. i don't have time for now. work on it later.

Pt 1.5

 

“Mister…Waltz?” Ernest beckoned me into his suite. It was similar to mine, except that it was positioned to face the entrance of the inn. I wondered if he was good at strategics. It took me a few seconds to notice his mistake of calling me Waltz, and when I did, I snapped at him for being an idiot.

 

“It’s Mister WALT. W-A-L-T. Not Waltz.”

 

He pouted as I settled on a the squishy chair by the window. I sank into the fluffness, my muscles relaxing immedietly to the couch. “ That’s extremely comfortable, is it not?” he smiled smugly.

 

“What? Did you cast some love spell on it so that people would be so obssesed towards it that they won’t want to leave or stand up?”

 

“Well…something like that.” He continued his evil smiling thing, and I have a really bad feeling about this whole affair since yesterday.

 

I made a strangled sentence and try to sit up, but I can’t, and the chair was getting too comfy with me. It’s like I’m glued to the seat. With some adhesive glue. Or a spell, so…

 

I was forced to stop my train of thought when he said something, “ You came here for a motive, didn’t you?”

 

I shuddered when his hands trailed down my neckline, the chair reluctant to let me go. Was it old magic? He didn’t even cast a spell, yet…so how did he?

 

“I…”

 

“I’ll let you go if you tell me…it.” He pursed his lips and sat down next to me on the chair.

 

“You faggot, I’ll report your fucking arse to the church.” I growled at him. He blinked placidly and yawned, stretching like a cat. The door opened slowly, a loud creak that echoed endlessly into the room.

 

“Earnest…who’s that?” a dude with a stud on his lip raised his left brow and close the door. “,and I thought you wanted to throw that cursed chair away?”

 

“Well…” Earnest sighed. “I wanted to use it for my own purposes, so…yeah.” He almost had a regretful expression before chirping happily about some crap that I officially don’t understand because he was speaking some other language and apparently quite fluent in it.

 

“But how you’re gonna get away with it?” The noname-lip studded dude leaned on the door frame, smirking. “Can’t waste your favours on running errands can you?” after he said that, Ernest replied, still in the sickly chirpy tone (and of course, in that weird language).

 

 All the while they were having this conversation that I don’t understand, I studied the nameless man’s face. He seems to be from else where, like Ernest. Maybe he’s Hispanic. Or African. Only that he’s more…appealing. Or I am already influenced by the evil force which is radiated from Ernest and that Pierre guy, currently labeled as the WORST AND SIGNIFICANT MIND ALTERING / DAMAGING FORCE OF…FORCE OF…FORCE OF………!!!! AAAAHHH IT’S TAKING IT’S EFFECT!!! I WILL NOT LET IT TAKE CONTROL OF MY BRAINNNN!#%&!@$ NO……

 

Hey, I’m still alive! And I can think! OMFG! THIS IS SO COOL!!!

‘Shit. I think I’m retarded now.’ With that thought, I continued my examination of the Hispanic/African dude’s face. He has an angular face and some obvious dimples as he smirk a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean as in A LOT. Or maybe he smirks all the time. He has curly hair that’s not quite curly since they’re not like the messy grass. In fact, his hair is flat above but it’s curly at their end. And the first thing I would describe him is probably…

 

“You’re cute.” No shit, did I just declared that loudly? Hell, please no.

 

But the dude with the stud on lips grinned at me, using his charms , which is flashing on my seduction radar. Ohh Yes, OHHH YESSS, I have a radar that detects people who turns on their charms, not that I use it much, but I’ll know when people use a load of it.

 

“Thanks, you’re not half-bad yourself.” He nodded at me, smiling. My face was flushed when I noted that he was flirting at me. I mean this wee me that doesn’t pick up anyone who’s not a girl. Nuu-uh. I’m damn straight. Take it or leave it.

 

“Ooh, I guessed he’s finally out of the huge closet!”

 

…was that what he wanted me to say by sticking me to his damned chair?

 

“I’m not in a bloody closet!” I screeched at him.

 

“But you did say that he was cute, right? Right? So I say you’re a fag too! Thus, you can’t report me to those bloody priests anymore since you’re one of us too now! Yay! Let’s celebrate!Caleb!!!” he clapped loudly, and a manservant…who I assumed is Caleb, holding a tray of tea set placed the fragile intricasies down on the glass table.

 

“What else do you need, sir?” Caleb bow lightly to him,

 

“A big cake and several candles to make the gay word with.” Ernest chuckled. After the servant was gone and the Hispanic dude disappeared, he crept up to me, smirking creepily.

 

“Still want to get up from the chair?” he played with my dark blue strands of hair.

 

“n-yes!” I yelled at him, almost forgetting that I was forced to sit there by the psychopathic merchant. If he doesn’t want me to blackmail him, I won’t blackmail him. For god’s sakes that would’ve saved me a lot of my sweat and his time.

Pt 1

5033 E.T.

I tasted the air around me for any strain of evil before leaving the only shelter I could find in twenty feet. The coldness hit my face, refreshing my senses. The darkness had enveloped the place in some mysterious way, shadows larger than the spread of light. I heard a distant tune sweetly floating in the air, with a tone of eternal loneliness.

It was a perfect night for rendezvous of devils.

Without time to savour the enchanting scenery, I hastily moved about, my cloak rustling. I was moving away from the source of music, the one that compelled humans to act recklessly or dull our consciousness. Once I met a man who managed to run away from it. He was drunk in the pub and draining his time away by dreaming of the time when he saw her, in her all brilliant dark dress. What a loon. The lady of the night wouldn’t want to see him ever if he tried to find her anyway. It was her job to pull someone along with her into the depths of hell, and she had to collect nine hundred and ninety nine souls before she can go. Not worth pitying though. She had signed a pact with the devil, so it was half her fault.

‘But isn’t it sad to be stuck in the dark, all alone? Sigh…It wasn’t my place to worry about trivial things like this.’

I pulled on his hood, crouching at a dark patch of land behind trees, on the place where the rumoured Earnest would appear. Earnest is the shady businessman in De La Ville, so some of the merchants rounded up and hired me to stalk him. Well, maybe not stalk but… catch some wind of what he’s doing in the town suddenly and if he practises dark cultures or anything like that. Hmm…seems like he was taking lots of their customers away effortlessly.

I heard some footsteps nearby, and I stopped breathing when I saw Him.

No doubt the infamous man, Ernest. He was checking his hand, walking out from a bush. ‘I don’t know what he was doing in a bush and I’m not sure I want to know.’ I thought, my eyes twitching. Ernest is about 5ft tall

And he whistled after he paused under the tree that I was hiding. A long loud whistle… sounds of someone clapping their hands… and… silence.

“Pierro~ Dear Pierro!” Ernest let down his cloak and held it in his hands. “Are you here yet?” He seemed to listen for a few seconds, then placed the cloak on the floor and sat down, grumbling random things that came into his mind.

“Slowpoke. Fat-ass. Idiot. Blubbering fool. Couch Potato....”

 It was hard not to chuckle at his string of insults. I had to stuff my cloak into my mouth and now I am sort-of suffocating silently. I hope I won’t die like this.

 “Erny!” another man appeared, slightly ruffled as if he had ran all the way from town. “My dear!”

 I gagged at that. 

“Oh my dearest.” Pier said again. He had a head of rustiness and they’re like silky and all. He looked like he rubbed his nose a lot too, and he was blushing stupidly. I could spot it even in the dark. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly because he was wearing a droopy hat.

 “I haven’t seen you for months!” Ernest patted the sandy ground, inviting the other man to sit next to him. “How’s Roe?” 

“Fine, he’s fine. I heard he found himself a lass. He goes out often too.”  

“I guess it’s not in his genes…” Ernest smirked, and gazed at Pier funnily. Or it should be funny if they’re not lovers. But maybe they are…? 

And I had the decency to close my eyes when they proved me right. They were kissing each other so violently that I couldn’t even be sure whether they’re fighting or fucking each other. So I decided not to disturb them or even care to take this case seriously. In their long conversation after…their making out session, it was explained why he suddenly appeared in this town and why he could be selling those things cheaper than the others. He travelled from a rich country and they don’t think of such precious jewels would cost much. Since he bought them here, naturally he would sell them at their price. Hopefully this case will not turn me into one of their ass-loving cock-sucking freaks.

 Okay, that was really creepy. Did I just have a mental image of some guy doing THAT to another man?

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 Damn. I’m bored

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 Pt 1.25 

“Merchant Luida, I am sorry there’s nothing wrong with Mr. Ernest except some unusual preferences that I found out he has…if you still wish to know more about him I can try, but it will cost more…” I bow swiftly, knowing that they really can’t do anything more now that I can’t find anything fishy about that man. But seriously, he could get charged for sodomy but I’ll check if I could get some cash out of him before I use the piece of information. That information definitely is not what the merchants need so I had spared them the horror. Oh, I am such a good boy.

 Luida gave me a hard look before crumpling in his seat, reducing himself to a blob of flesh. “I was afraid you would tell me that. We are grateful for your help. This is all we have.” He pointed to a bag of gold on his mahogany table, a forlorn expression on his bulgy face. 

“May the lord grant your wishes…” I said cheerfully, earning a glance from him. He folded his hands onto his tummy. “If only he cared.” He said, almost a whisper. 

But I heard him. I gripped my hand tightly to myself, my knuckles turning white. ‘How dare he even accuse that The Lord doesn’t care about his men? He…he is unforgivable!’ I was thinking that in the first few seconds, but my rational part of my mind told me that a lot of people have lost their faith too, so it is possible that even his beliefs are swaying.  

“You will see. One day.” I bid him farewell, the bag in my pocket, making a clinking noise whenever I walk.

 On the way to the market, I took the coins out and counted them up. One…ar…two…three…four…till there was twenty five coins before I stopped. “Wow, there’s more than the price. Heh, guess they knew I was a professional after all.” I said to myself smugly, reaching the end of the gravel road. I visited the granny in the market district and bought some of her fresh apples and gave it to her grandsons, who wanted the apples but granny always warned them not to steal any because they were for sale. Like this, they won’t have to steal any and I didn’t have anything to spend on anyway. It’s killing two birds with one stone. Thank god the granny didn’t know I gave her grandsons the apples. It would ruin my reputation as the popular do-all-jobs messenger if they knew I am humane.

 ‘Was humane.’ I smiled sadly at that, giving the kids an apple each. A kid saw that and asked me with his sparkly green eyes “Why do you look so unhappy?”  

“Because I cannot change the past,” I replied shortly, petting his head. He blinked at me, taking an apple.

 “Then why don’t you change the future?” He munched onto the apple, “My future’s gonna be great if you can see us everyday!” he finished the apple and bounced around the room happily.

 I froze for a few seconds, my head registering his words. Change the future? “You’re right… Why haven’t I thought of that before?” 

“’cause I am clever!” He said loudly, making the other two kids blow raspberries at him.

 “Alright, the I’m going to work now,” I announced, standing up and ruffling their hair. The three kids pouted as they did their best imitation of the puppy-eyes. “ Don’t look at me like that, if I don’t work I can’t get you guys a lot of apples. So if I have no apples I cannot see you soon. So the resolution is to go to work on time,”

 “I don’t really understand what Mister say.”

 “Me too…”

 I grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll see ya tomorrow if I can, okay?”

 They grinned back at me. “Okay!”

Where should I go now?

 It was a really difficult question to answer when I don’t have anywhere to return, my family non-existent and all that. My last shelter was an orphanage far from this place, and I didn’t want to be reminded of the past, so I had moved far away. Not even a soul knew who I was, knew where I was from, or what I am. I was like Ernest, coming out from nowhere but jumping into shady business when I was desperate for a shred of earning.  

It was different now, when I had established my existent till faraway lands. I was a detective of some sort. I mix into dangerous things that mortal would shy from, bringing some useful things in return. None of my clients would be known of course, except some of the light sort. Example, the merchant’s request was for me to find out what I can about Ernest. I thought he was kind of weird since the first time I set my eyes on him, as if there was an unsettling feeling that filled me from within. His acts? Maybe. 

Until I found out he was…not normal in a way. I think it was the smell that freaks me out the most. I have really good senses, which made me unique. I can sometimes smell emotions too, but it was really rare. The usual are dark matters and danger. Some spidey sense I have… (Insert HUGE sigh) these things made me who I am right now. My past is really empty, since I usually spend it in the dark doing nothing. Most of the times, the evils would try to seduce me with evil thoughts, but I endured, as my faith keep me on my feet…from the murky waters.

My Lord. You had saved me a lot of times from madness. And yet people don’t belief in you no more. It is… intolerable at most. The church is not helping you much, wanting the money, they were desperate. And I, a minion, is unable to even enter your holy grounds, unable to cleanse the tainted air.

 And I was already standing in front of an inn, Remy Bank ‘N’ Quarters (RBNQ?)

 

“Ehh…at least I don’t have to think where I should go now…” I mumbled to myself, grasping the handle of the door and swinging it open at the same time. “Hello?”  

 The place deemed quiet. The windows swayed as the wind blew it, and several tables were scattered about without a proper placing. Despite the messiness, it has a homey feeling to it, and the smell of roasted chicken wafted around.  

Not far from what I imagined, the famous cottage of the Skellington. 

“ Young sir, watcha’ lookin’ at there?” Someone called out at me, whom I guessed was the owner of the inn.

 I looked around, “Well, this is the nicest inn I came upon, so I figured I can stay here for a while?” 

She grinned immediately, taking a book from a drawer and handing them to me. “Sure…here’s the list of rooms, you can choose what you like and there’s the recommended price and all that below. Just tell me which one you want, ‘kay?” 

I nodded, taking the book and flipping through. The price is very low for a popular inn, but I think that was one of the reasons people flock here. Three types of the rooms were already fully booked; leaving two expensive ones that overlooks the lake. The last few suites were the ones with the best views (Which was in fact the most expensive suite you can get here) or for big families. 

“I’ll take the Bayview Deluxe.” 

She blinked a little, as if she heard it wrong. “Oh, ‘kay sir. I’ll call Kyle to escort yer up tha’ room.” She said, after a few seconds of hesitation. “Kyle! There’s a customer,” 

A hidden trapdoor opened and a boy appeared, yawning openly. “Yeah,yeah,” he attempted to tidy his hair and bow to me. “Mister…?” he raised his left bro questioningly. 

“Walt.” I said, rolling my eyes.

 “Mister Walt, this way please,” he said in a formal tone, bowing again. I headed in the direction he pointed discreetly, examining the walkways without being obvious. He leaded me for a few minutes before reaching a room with wide doors, made with willow and sandalwood. It emanated a nice scent, able to calm people and lull them to sleep with ease.

 “Nice furnishing. Who’s the designer of the inn?” I asked, pushing the door slowly.

 “Designer? We have nothing of the sort,” he scrunched his face in deep thought. “Penny (the innkeeper’s name) simply ordered us to put these furniture on her own… maybe she asked someone for help without us knowing, heh. You’ll never know.”

 I narrowed my eyes in a threatening way.

“I real…ly don’t know!” He squeaked and ran off. 

“And I thought he would respond with fear…”  I sighed, closing the door behind me and glanced around the deluxe room.

 At least it lived up to its name. I flopped onto the fluffy posh sofa and relaxed, then changed my pose so that I was like a bundle and slept on it for a few minutes. When I woke up, I felt the position of the table already shifted.

 “Who the-”I leered at the table, and it ceased movement. “The floor is shaking?” I asked myself, sitting up. My eye sight is too good for a human, but I ignored the fact. Picking up differences is good.

 No.

 I get too sensitive to everything, and unusual changes make my mind buzz with stimulations. So it was never good to be too sensitive… I should stop thinking. These are really contradicting thoughts.