Bitter (Homework)

I stood in my room, the lingering scent of dinner still present.  It was the smell of cheese, layered with a fine breast of chicken and so called chicken ‘flavored’ rice.  I could only hope it would be gone by my return.  Dear sister and I were charged with an order to play musical cars in front of the house.  Moving Mom’s car from the garage to the empty, snow filled space beside it.

I snatched my coat off the ground, my favorite one.  Big sleeves that didn’t scrunch at the end, I felt like I should have a weapon hidden in them, there was space for practically anything.  The gold accents were the single thing I was not fond of, a taste for silver was more my taste.  I slip on my pants and shoes and meet my sister at the front door, avoiding the bitter cold for as long as I could.  She walks up the stairs, ready to rearrange our drive way.

She stopped and leapt back downstairs, forgetting her keys.  I venture out into the dark, bitter night.  I take the first step out, the second coming up short.  I plant my foot on a patch of ice unseen in the dark and skip going down the steps of our porch in natural fashion.  My back and feet land first on ice and concrete, pain trembling throughout my body.  I curse and grunt as I attempt to get back up, my fingers fail to find a surface to hold, slipping on what might as well have been wet glass.

Sister steps out and I halt her advance, giving warning to the danger of the path.  She asks me of my condition, I curse again and continue towards our mission.  She opened the garage and I grab a snow shovel, I need to clear a path for the fence to go.  Sister starts the cars and sets them on the road.  I finish relocating the snow.  I take a deep breath and look skyward, the haze and fog that came with winter made the sky harder to see, like looking through foggy glass.

I take position in the first car, sliding across the cold seat, yelping when my coat fails to take the brunt of the chill and it runs its icy fingers across my back.  The car starts and I carefully eye my sister gestures to guide me into the narrow space.  A little to the right, a little more.  Woah! Too much, wait never mind that’s good.  Her words muffled by glass.

I open the door and shuffle out, she asks me if her assistance is still needed.  Considering the most difficult part is over I figure she can go back into the warmth of the house.  I take the mission solo and finish setting the cars up in proper order.  I tread carefully across the porch steps and return to my room.  The scent of dinner long gone.

Me and Myselves (Bleeding Rose)

The wind was cold, blowing through my night shirt and over my bare legs. The hard wood floor was chilled too.

"Where is she?" Muffled voices said.

"There, outside!" one voice said in a panic. Then it donned on me, why am I not in my bed? The door opened and the screen was thrown to the side and I got groped from every possible angle while being dragged into unfamiliar territory. Before I was consumed by the house and its residents I got a good clear look at the outside, something is very wrong.  A few feet past the wooden steps of the house is some sort of drop off like a cliff.  Beyond the cliff in the far distance I could see that we were in a domed structure of some sort.  The walls were made up of cages and rotating gears, making a mild grinding sound in the atmosphere.  A bright light was shining down making the outside look rusty orange and grey, but I didn't see the light source before getting grabbed.

I slid across a tile floor and many of the hands released me, the remaining hands pulled me up to the ceiling but stopping just in time, I was planted on the ground, standing.  I'm confused, and scared, and lost, if I kept this up I wouldn't be able to stop. I was feeling many things right now, most of them I've never felt before, or to this magnitude.

"Are you okay?" someone behind me said.  I got a good clear look at those who had grabbed me. It was me... or me's, myselves? They were spitting images of me, but different, some had different hair styles, some had glasses in different frames, some happy while others not so much.  Whats going on? Am I dreaming or has my mind shut down from the stress of everything.

"Leader are you alright?" I was asked again.

"Leader?" I looked for the one asking and she was happy to let herself be found.

"Who, are you?" I asked.

"I'm Extroverted" I tilted my head to the side like a confused dog, I was too late to keep myself from doing such a odd thing.

"I... don't understand" I said.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, of course you wouldn't" she held her arms out as if to present the other me's.

"We are the aspects of yourself you have yet to conquer. I guess you could say we're your personalities. I'm your extroverted personality, but you can call me E" E went around the room and introduced me to myself. Angst, Introvert, Saucy, many aspects of my personality.

"Everyone! Stoic is playing right now, c'mon" the girls vacated the kitchen and went to the living room.  One of MooK's selves was playing a videogame of some sort.

"What is this E?"

"Thats you she's playing"

"Uh,"

"Oh! sorry again, what Stoic is doing is playing you, your physical body. Take a closer look" I shuffled through the group of me's towards the TV and got a good look at Stoic.  She had her hair braided and she had an expression a statue would have trouble keeping up with.  I looked at the TV.  The morning light that occupied the hospital made waking up at six for training so worth it. But Stoic wasn't at training, she was with other people.  It was Anna and Tesla, we're eating breakfast.

"Why, Why is she in control?"

"Because, well... your away at the moment, here with us.

"Why am I here though, what purpose does this serve?" Extroverted looked around the room until she found who she was looking for.  Me in what looked like a college professors outfit.

"Well, Philosopher?"

"I dunno, maybe she's here in order to understand an aspect of who she is, an angle of her personality she's been unable to tap into" A part of myself?

"Well in that case we should show you around the house" Extroverted wrapped her arms around mine and she took me on a tour of this house.  I was introduced to a few more me's.  Pervert, Tsundere whatever that means, and Jolly stood out the most.  From what I could tell, the house is big, it would be more appropriate to call it a mansion  for its sheer size.  Most of the rooms were similar, however, they were occupied by me's of very different types so they were all pretty unique in what each room was filled with.

"Isn't this place just so great, everyone gets along so well its nice to be able to see you too, like I'm seeing a friend I haven't seen in years" E said.

"Whats downstairs?" all activity nearby came to a halt as they looked at me.  Shy came up to me, fidgeting with a scarf around her neck.

"Uh... we, we don't go down there. Thats where the bad ones are"

"She's right Leader, we worked together to get all the crazies out of here so we wouldn't go mad from having them around.  Once we got them in there we barricaded the door so they couldn't get out but" Extroverted looked concerned.

"They can play from inside there too, we're safe but you aren't, those you love out there are in danger still" E was concerned.  I don't know what to do now.  I want to look outside again see that dome we're in.  We're on the second floor and I think I saw a balcony nearby.  I opened the door and looked out onto the shell. it looked the same as before. My personalities were watching me from the safety of the house.

"What in the world is that thing?" Nobody wanted to answer, E stepped up but cautious.

"We're, not sure MooK. Philosopher won't say anything to us about it either" I wanted to see the sun, or rather the source of light above us, but no matter where I stood I couldn't see it.

"Wheres the sun, what or where is that light coming from?" I said, getting anxious.

"We don't know, there is nowhere in the house that allows us to see it directly" E said.

"Thats insane" I walked downstairs to the porch.  The drop off at the edge of it was serious.  A straight down drop into oblivion.  I was careful to turn around, I still couldn't see the sun, like it had rolled back behind the house.  E and some others charged out and flung me back in the house.

"You can't go out there Leader"

"Stop calling me that, my name is MooK"

"Stay away from the fall, we don't know what happens if you fall over the edge" E said.

"Has anyone, jumped?" I asked, not sure whether knowing was a good idea.

"Just one.  But thats all we can tell you"

"Everyone inside, Leader take a look at the TV" One of me said. I ran in and watched the TV.

"Looks like its time for you to go, MooK" Extroverted said. Stoic looked at me from the floor, the most I've seen her move since I got here.  She held the game paddle to me.

"What about you guys?" I said.

"We'll be fine, just watch out for yourself okay?" I looked down at Stoic, her unchanged expression and posture still offered me the game paddle. I took hold of it and sat down at the table a little further away. Philosopher looked at me.

"MooK, MooK!"

"Hey MooK" Anna said to me, circling her straw in her drink. Tesla as per the usual messaged people over her phone.

"You feeling okay? You've been quiet all morning" Anna said.

"I'm fine, really I"m just daydreaming I guess" It was the best thing I could think of at the moment.

"Must have been a hell of a dream, lets finish lunch and get you a new outfit, borrowing Tesla's clothes has got to be irritating" Tesla looked up from her phone.

"Are you saying that I have bad taste?"

"I'm just making a clear statement that your fashion does not extend past your own physical appearance" Anna and Tesla started back and forth but I couldn't get past a few things. How did I get here? I remember going to bed but how did I get all the way here? And what was that dream I had? It was so bizarre I can't even remember it.

VacaMission (Bleeding Rose)

Blue sea, white clouds, and a cool PBR.  Nothing could get better than this.  Well, maybe if we were on land instead of another ship, but this ship is way different than our combat carrier.  Breech was lost in thought while staring out at the crystal sea and Ratchet was having a gearhead orgasm over how intense this cruise ship is.

"Dakka look at this! its built with the same engine as our carrier! if only I could give them a few pointers at how they could optimize the system" Ratchet was doing what she did best, and trying to get her to relax would be hard so I figured I would leave her be.

"Hey Breech, see anything good out there?" Breech was in a world all her own, she didnt even hear me.

"Breech" I said again while pressing my frozen can to her neck.  She yelped and dropped her lemonade overboard.

"What the hell was that for?" Breech's empty eyes pierced through mine with violent effect.

"Sorry, you were so out of it I thought you might just fall over the railing if someone didnt bring you back to reality" maybe I was a little too casual.

"Well thanks to you my lemonade is gone, it was the best I've ever had" Breech looked down to see if she could spot her blue glass in the water.

"Here, lets go get you a new one, I'll buy one twice the size" I shook my can to see how much was left, I could use another.

"I dont know how you can drink that crap, we're on a multi-billion dollar cruise ship and you choose to drink that garbage" Breech said.

"Says the lightweight of the team.  Maybe the FNG will steal that title away from you when we get her" I finished off my drink and started for the bar, Breech met my stride and Ratchet disappeared, looking for more info on this ship.

"When will she be ready? we need the body right away" Breech said.

"Next week, she'll finish basic training, the week after that, she's ours" I replied.

"Two whole weeks? thats insane!"

"They've been having issues with her training so its dragged a little longer.  From the stats I've read she has some bad ass skills with shotguns" I said. I opened the door to the hall leading to the bar.

"Another close quarters expert? we dont need another one"

"She isn't just being trained in close quarters, she'll be trained in every skill we have. From my assault rifle skills to your fine precision sniping, to even Ratchets mad mechanic skills. She'll be good at everything"

"But doesn't that mean she won't excel at anything? she'll be the definition of average" Breech said.

"Well like I said she kicks ass at shotguns, so we can take advantage of that by teaching her the many ammunition types available to her" if she can't be an expert in any of our skills she she better be great at something, even if its shotgun specific.

"Whats her name? I havent heard anything about that" Breech was a little eager to know.

"Its MooK"

"MooK?"

"Thats what I said"

"Thats... a little offensive, MooK the shotgun expert who also knows all our skills" Breech held her hands out like she were putting up a sign for a movie theater.

"Hey it wasn't my idea, thank the guys in basic for that one" I opened the door to the bar, why is it that bars are always so dark inside? that said how come its always so bright when the hangover arrives? its a mystery.

We took our seats and I ordered another PBR while Breech got her lemonade. Her hands were fidgeting.

"You seem tense, everything alright?" I asked.

"It just feels strange we're on company time and we're having the time of our lives"

"we're pretending to be on winter break from college, this is the one practical way we can keep an eye on our target" I started to whisper at this point no need to tell everyone what we're doing here.

"I just feel so vulnerable right now.  No gun, no badge, this is no place for a long range expert like me to be in"

"we'll get you your gun, and your nest once we get off this floating paradise, we're all about the mission.  Our drinks arrived and Breech snapped to a huge smile when she drew her glass closer and had a long sip of her lemonade.

The bar door opened and Ratchet stumbled in, she took the seat next to me.

"One white russian please" she sounded defeated.

"Whats your malfunction?" Breech said

"oh... I wanted to see the engine room but they wouldn't let me in"

"why would they? they have no reason to think you want to get in their for a good reason. For all they know you want to sabotage the engine"

"But WHY?!"

"Shhh!" me and Breech hush her in unison.

"buy why does it have to be like that, its not fair"

"just load your pipe and relax, we'll get you something to play with soon enough" I said.

"If I'm disappointed I'm going to scramble your computer when we get back"

Wait... What?

Like I said before, my inspiration kinda died out.  But not before allowing me to do something completely silly.

"why did you do that?' you might ask.
"it seemed like a good idea at the time" I would reply

Do you know who is in this picture? its Sigmund Freud with Awesome  face.

Lets just say its my artistic method that this came about (and inspiration from someone I follow on multiple accounts)

Buzzkill!

Have you ever been away from say... your computer when you have an extreme desire to put something down on digital paper? (in my case, a story)

I was in an area where my inspiration match was getting struck. Then at one point BAM! we have a fire of inspiration burning.  I left the area and proceeded to make my way home to jot down my story.  Then I realized... my day out and about wasn't done yet I still had errands to do before I could go home.

I performed my tasks and got home.  Our dog naturally cussed me out when I walked in (he'd been home alone for hours) so I sat down and played with him.  From there I made it to my room.  Youtube had lots of subscription updates for me to watch.

"Oh a video on that"
"Wow a clip from that?"

After that and a bathroom break I realized something

"I need to write!"

I run back to my computer opened Blogger and then... Poof!!

Gone.  The fire died...

I waited too long and now my inspiration is out...

Does this happen to you often?

I'm working on reigniting my fire to write so have patience.

The end of another class

So my psychology class ends this wednesday, and you know what? I'm kinda sad about that.  Just as I was getting past my introverted personality, talking to some of the members of my class and whatnot BAM! its almost over.

I would have to say that the thing I didnt like about taking this class was that it was only a half semester long, not enough time for me to open up.  Oh well.

As I've been typing this I was immediately reminded to register for next semester, and I'm feeling pretty good now.  I just registered for the class I've been waiting forever to get into.  Intro to imaginative writing.  I'll finally be able to take a class based on my hobby! (directly based)

along with that I also filled holes in two other classes just in case I decide to take another.  I filled a seat in another psychology class and a seat in a philosophy class! aren't my choices kinda strange this semester? anyways we'll see what happens a few weeks from now and how my finances are at the time, if I can I would LOVE to take two classes at a time again, really occupy my time with more school (not nearly as much as someone else, looking at you Britt) but thats what I have been trying for lately.

I'm also going to ask my current teacher what he's teaching next semester cause I've really enjoyed him (I wish I did that with my last english teacher... oh well) so we'll see if that is taken into consideration as well.

I really enjoyed this psychology class, the only part that sucked was the lack of time to really get into the meat of everything (we dropped our group activity and a few other things to fit the essentials) and like I said I would really have liked to have gotten to know my classmates better as we really just started to get to know each other.

Heres to next semesters potentially promising adventures.

"we're having guests?" 2

Haven't said anything in a while.

How was your turkey day? my dad for the second time in a row brought guests.  Guests you say? try this on for size. My dad is a highschool principle and gets teachers from many places.  The guests he brought were his two Chinese language teachers who have only been in America since july.  He invited them over for thanksgiving and we showed them how to celebrate the holiday.  The food, the traditions, the conversations.  These were all brand new experiences for them from the mashed potatoes and gravy to the honeybutter spread for the rolls.

Talk about an interesting experience.

They were very polite and tried everything we offered to them, they even brought authentic potstickers for us to eat (I didn't like them that much, the sauce was too sour and the onion taste was too strong)

For the most part I just sat around in my grandpas old chair listening to my zune on random watching as our guests watched my uncle and probably wondered "is this guy nuts?" (yes... he is)

Thats about it for the excitement around here, life is still pretty dull.  School has been engaging though, been learning some interesting stuff in psychology. Freud, Pavlov, Id-Superego-Ego, addiction. All very interesting.

If your not on my facebook or my Youtube account I've been posting my best moments in Call of duty: Black ops, Why? because I can.  I've been having lots of fun with it.

I've had lots of Creative writing ideas, one in particular I really want to do, its just a random idea.  As the inspiration comes I'll get to it, but my supply of inspiration has been so dry I dare not even try.