Human Emotion
By: Platinum Prince
University is my goal, Higher learning guides my soul. but this I can only afford, with the help of the financial aid board. So I'm asking you not to sue, because all you will get is my broken left shoe, Though I could use some, I'm making no money, but if you steal this story I'll release my attack bunny.
I've decided to start posting my little notes at the beginning instead of the end of the chapter. I'm sure you are fascinated. If you couldn't tell from my writing I'm very fond of sarcasm. This chapter will hopefully take the story into new directions and expand further on the characters already in play while introducing new ones. I had to delete my first draft of my author's notes for this chapter because I decided they were better meant to be a part of the story. Though the characters aren't mine and I do try to remain in character, I seem to infuse a bit of myself into each of them. There I go sounding old again. I never can act my age. I either act like a kid or sound old. Anyway enough of my senile rambling, if you enjoy this story, have a favorite line, or if you only read it to crack jokes at my pitiful attempts, please review, after all authors are really just a bunch of dogs begging for a bone once in awhile. Throw a bone already.
I arrived at university this Monday though it shouldn't slow down updates since I can only take one class and seminar during preview session. I've planned to return to otakon this year. If anyone else is attending I'd love to hear from you. If the gravitation photo shoot is ever decided upon I plan on attending.
I think that's enough ranting for one chapter but please do review, even if it's just a short message saying something like Yuki is too sarcastic or where is my favorite character in this story. I can't make the story better without the help of the readers.
I've become a zombie. My sleep deprived corpse has been striped of all intelligent speech, Eyes are sunken into their sockets, hair limp and faded, skin pale, my arm as heavy as lead, falls to my side, the other clutching onto my only lifeline, coffee. I star at the printer going back and forth on the crisp white paper as I greet my dear old friend Joe. Even with his help I am barely risen form the grave. I haven't slept in four days, or showered in two, my hair hasn't seen a comb in over a week, and I forgot to brush my teeth this morning. I must smell like something dead, or living dead.
Time must have finally stopped, the printer seems like it isn't even moving anymore and the apartment is perfectly silent once again. I sip my black coffee, its strong enough to sit up and bark, and remind myself to blink. Time is so slow, the printer still hasn't moved, no new pages have been added to the considerable pile in the output tray. I glance at the clock on my computer screen and watch the seconds tick by.
"I'm done."
Perhaps after I take this in I'll just miss class today. I could use the free time, maybe catch up in my personal hygiene or attempt to reclaim my lover the beautiful lady known as the over stuffed pillow. I think even a few of my classmates might appreciate my absence from the desk near them. They deserve some fresh air and I deserve a little reward for my labors.
Combing my hair briefly and tucking my manuscript inside a folder for safe keeping I leave the sanctuary of my apartment and venture out into the wide world during daylight hours no less. I have seen the light and it is blinding and burns like hell. My poor retinas are aflame.
Rather than risk my beautiful convertible with my sleep deprived reckless driving, I'll walk. It seems I'm doing a lot of that lately. If anyone asks I'm doing it to be healthy. Maybe it will even reverse the effects of binge drinking and chain smoking. For all I know I might even get a tan for all this outdoor activity.
"I really am exhausted, even my inner voice is struggling for a decent sarcastic remark."
To think I'm putting for all this effort to go to Tokyo University of all places. It sounded good at the time to leave home and make it on my own, pay for college with my savings, inheritance, and maybe a side job. Tokyo University, they're government subsidized, I can afford it and I don't have to use the weight of my family's name to get in.
I was such a naïve fool. At least I can live off of beer and whatever food Tohma and Mika force into my refrigerator. The lights don't really have to go either since if you wait a little your eyes do get somewhat adjusted to the absolute despair of and empty dark room.
At least I wasn't stupid enough to leave everything behind. I took cloths, my car, and the essentials, and that is what I live off of, the essentials and alcohol.
Its cool out today but spring is just around the corner. With spring comes the new life, love, or at least that's what they say. The sakura bosoms will come again. A symbol of the frailty of life amongst the signs of rebirth, it seems nature has an ironic sense of humor.
Lighting the cigarette that hangs from my lips the doors slide open, admitting me into the building. The woman behind the counter is flipping though a magazine, probably perusing the little questionnaires or searching for photos of the current heartthrob, the monthly flavor of teenage infatuation.
She doesn't even look up from that ridiculous excuse for reading material as I pass. Not that I should be talking, my work fills the pages of similar magazines.
An elevator ride and stroll down the hall later and I'm standing in front of my editor's door. I despise working on their schedule. The moment I become a reputable name I'm going to be an editor's worst nightmare. Until then I'd best be punctual and at least not openly hostile.
"Useagi Eiri, must you always wait until the last second before your deadline to turning your work?"
"I like to be through. After a year you have yet to have to make a single correction."
"Well that is true but if every writer was like that I'd be out of a job."
It took everything I had to bite back on my comments. I merely smiled and nodded as she wrote down the amount owed to me and pointed me down the hall. Moments later I had a check in hand, and that calls for a celebration tonight or in other words a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine to wash it down in the comfortable silence of my apartment followed by a coma like state.
I must admit the walk him was quite a bit more pleasant than the walk to the editor. The gray sky, sidewalk, and buldings, seem to posses a little more life to them. I guess even the bleakest part of winter's end can have a brighter side when your bank account and wallet have been well fed.
"Where the hell am I?"
In my sleep deprived and unusually positive state of mind I missed my apartment. Forget everything I said previously, the day is dark, bleak, and filled with the sound of misery. The trees look dead, the horizon is as dirty gray as the filthy sidewalk contaminating my only good pair of shoes, and now to make this miserable wretched evening better I think it's starting to rain.
The sky began to open up, spilling forth all it's pent of fury as I ducked into the nearest doorway and found myself in some hole in the wall nightclub not yet set up for it's nocturnal patrons.
Glancing out the window it is easy to see the rain will not be letting up anytime soon. The clouds of bitter despair had already fallen across the sky, blackening it prematurely, souring what sense of accomplishment I had. I'm not about to further dampen my evening by walking through it.
I made a bee line for the darkest corner away from the sound system and close to the bar. There I collapsed, into the worn leather booth and ordered a drink. Slowly drinking the glass of draft I stretched out and contented myself with watching the patrons slowly come filing in.
NOTE: Damn this is rather short and it took me a long time to write. Things will get better and the next chapter introduces some serious plot twists and more characters.
By: Platinum Prince
University is my goal, Higher learning guides my soul. but this I can only afford, with the help of the financial aid board. So I'm asking you not to sue, because all you will get is my broken left shoe, Though I could use some, I'm making no money, but if you steal this story I'll release my attack bunny.
I've decided to start posting my little notes at the beginning instead of the end of the chapter. I'm sure you are fascinated. If you couldn't tell from my writing I'm very fond of sarcasm. This chapter will hopefully take the story into new directions and expand further on the characters already in play while introducing new ones. I had to delete my first draft of my author's notes for this chapter because I decided they were better meant to be a part of the story. Though the characters aren't mine and I do try to remain in character, I seem to infuse a bit of myself into each of them. There I go sounding old again. I never can act my age. I either act like a kid or sound old. Anyway enough of my senile rambling, if you enjoy this story, have a favorite line, or if you only read it to crack jokes at my pitiful attempts, please review, after all authors are really just a bunch of dogs begging for a bone once in awhile. Throw a bone already.
I arrived at university this Monday though it shouldn't slow down updates since I can only take one class and seminar during preview session. I've planned to return to otakon this year. If anyone else is attending I'd love to hear from you. If the gravitation photo shoot is ever decided upon I plan on attending.
I think that's enough ranting for one chapter but please do review, even if it's just a short message saying something like Yuki is too sarcastic or where is my favorite character in this story. I can't make the story better without the help of the readers.
I've become a zombie. My sleep deprived corpse has been striped of all intelligent speech, Eyes are sunken into their sockets, hair limp and faded, skin pale, my arm as heavy as lead, falls to my side, the other clutching onto my only lifeline, coffee. I star at the printer going back and forth on the crisp white paper as I greet my dear old friend Joe. Even with his help I am barely risen form the grave. I haven't slept in four days, or showered in two, my hair hasn't seen a comb in over a week, and I forgot to brush my teeth this morning. I must smell like something dead, or living dead.
Time must have finally stopped, the printer seems like it isn't even moving anymore and the apartment is perfectly silent once again. I sip my black coffee, its strong enough to sit up and bark, and remind myself to blink. Time is so slow, the printer still hasn't moved, no new pages have been added to the considerable pile in the output tray. I glance at the clock on my computer screen and watch the seconds tick by.
"I'm done."
Perhaps after I take this in I'll just miss class today. I could use the free time, maybe catch up in my personal hygiene or attempt to reclaim my lover the beautiful lady known as the over stuffed pillow. I think even a few of my classmates might appreciate my absence from the desk near them. They deserve some fresh air and I deserve a little reward for my labors.
Combing my hair briefly and tucking my manuscript inside a folder for safe keeping I leave the sanctuary of my apartment and venture out into the wide world during daylight hours no less. I have seen the light and it is blinding and burns like hell. My poor retinas are aflame.
Rather than risk my beautiful convertible with my sleep deprived reckless driving, I'll walk. It seems I'm doing a lot of that lately. If anyone asks I'm doing it to be healthy. Maybe it will even reverse the effects of binge drinking and chain smoking. For all I know I might even get a tan for all this outdoor activity.
"I really am exhausted, even my inner voice is struggling for a decent sarcastic remark."
To think I'm putting for all this effort to go to Tokyo University of all places. It sounded good at the time to leave home and make it on my own, pay for college with my savings, inheritance, and maybe a side job. Tokyo University, they're government subsidized, I can afford it and I don't have to use the weight of my family's name to get in.
I was such a naïve fool. At least I can live off of beer and whatever food Tohma and Mika force into my refrigerator. The lights don't really have to go either since if you wait a little your eyes do get somewhat adjusted to the absolute despair of and empty dark room.
At least I wasn't stupid enough to leave everything behind. I took cloths, my car, and the essentials, and that is what I live off of, the essentials and alcohol.
Its cool out today but spring is just around the corner. With spring comes the new life, love, or at least that's what they say. The sakura bosoms will come again. A symbol of the frailty of life amongst the signs of rebirth, it seems nature has an ironic sense of humor.
Lighting the cigarette that hangs from my lips the doors slide open, admitting me into the building. The woman behind the counter is flipping though a magazine, probably perusing the little questionnaires or searching for photos of the current heartthrob, the monthly flavor of teenage infatuation.
She doesn't even look up from that ridiculous excuse for reading material as I pass. Not that I should be talking, my work fills the pages of similar magazines.
An elevator ride and stroll down the hall later and I'm standing in front of my editor's door. I despise working on their schedule. The moment I become a reputable name I'm going to be an editor's worst nightmare. Until then I'd best be punctual and at least not openly hostile.
"Useagi Eiri, must you always wait until the last second before your deadline to turning your work?"
"I like to be through. After a year you have yet to have to make a single correction."
"Well that is true but if every writer was like that I'd be out of a job."
It took everything I had to bite back on my comments. I merely smiled and nodded as she wrote down the amount owed to me and pointed me down the hall. Moments later I had a check in hand, and that calls for a celebration tonight or in other words a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine to wash it down in the comfortable silence of my apartment followed by a coma like state.
I must admit the walk him was quite a bit more pleasant than the walk to the editor. The gray sky, sidewalk, and buldings, seem to posses a little more life to them. I guess even the bleakest part of winter's end can have a brighter side when your bank account and wallet have been well fed.
"Where the hell am I?"
In my sleep deprived and unusually positive state of mind I missed my apartment. Forget everything I said previously, the day is dark, bleak, and filled with the sound of misery. The trees look dead, the horizon is as dirty gray as the filthy sidewalk contaminating my only good pair of shoes, and now to make this miserable wretched evening better I think it's starting to rain.
The sky began to open up, spilling forth all it's pent of fury as I ducked into the nearest doorway and found myself in some hole in the wall nightclub not yet set up for it's nocturnal patrons.
Glancing out the window it is easy to see the rain will not be letting up anytime soon. The clouds of bitter despair had already fallen across the sky, blackening it prematurely, souring what sense of accomplishment I had. I'm not about to further dampen my evening by walking through it.
I made a bee line for the darkest corner away from the sound system and close to the bar. There I collapsed, into the worn leather booth and ordered a drink. Slowly drinking the glass of draft I stretched out and contented myself with watching the patrons slowly come filing in.
NOTE: Damn this is rather short and it took me a long time to write. Things will get better and the next chapter introduces some serious plot twists and more characters.