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What's the most frightening thing you've ever done on purpose? How'd that work out?
I can't really think of anything.
( In all honesty I lead a rather dull life. )
I can't really think of anything.
( In all honesty I lead a rather dull life. )
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musewithinI have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room. - Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)
There are some days-
Some days. Some. He worries about those days the most because he has a child and he worries so very much about here but there are some days-
Some.
Where it's not enough. Where he finds himself annoyed with the missteps of youth and the common mistakes of every child. Where Shiloh's very presence is enough to drive him mad, where if he saw her his only response would be to turn away and leave. He has no partner to rely on, every seeming failure in preparing her for the world is his and his alone and some days-
Some.
She's slow (everyone has their moments) and it's annoying (He is too. God he is too) and he finds himself restless-stalking back and forth in front of the window like a cat. He takes pleasure in catching himself, in stopping those frenzied footsteps and going upstairs to talk to her, to tell her that he loves her, to listen to every little thing. It is an act of apology on his part. His wonder at being a father always remains fresh that way, some days it's gratifying.
Perhaps I'm not going to hell.
Perhaps I'm not a terrible person.
Perhaps the things that I have done are made right in offering this new life to the world.
Perhaps she's salvation, perhaps she'll save this world our mistakes have made.
Perhaps.
But every day he takes intense pleasure in putting her to bed, locking up the house and practically prancing (prancing! had he fallen so far?) downstairs to dress and go out, between the rooftops and alleys, between the shadows, a veritable ghost, a living shadow.
There are some days he glances back and catches another shadow pacing like a frantic cat in front of her own window wondering why the hell her father's such a bastard, what she did to deserve this and if somehow things will get better.
But most of the time he walks away. It is the province of the free to deny freedom to others so they have something to fight for. To strive for. He is doing right (isn't he?)
Some Days.
There are some days-
Some days. Some. He worries about those days the most because he has a child and he worries so very much about here but there are some days-
Some.
Where it's not enough. Where he finds himself annoyed with the missteps of youth and the common mistakes of every child. Where Shiloh's very presence is enough to drive him mad, where if he saw her his only response would be to turn away and leave. He has no partner to rely on, every seeming failure in preparing her for the world is his and his alone and some days-
Some.
She's slow (everyone has their moments) and it's annoying (He is too. God he is too) and he finds himself restless-stalking back and forth in front of the window like a cat. He takes pleasure in catching himself, in stopping those frenzied footsteps and going upstairs to talk to her, to tell her that he loves her, to listen to every little thing. It is an act of apology on his part. His wonder at being a father always remains fresh that way, some days it's gratifying.
Perhaps I'm not going to hell.
Perhaps I'm not a terrible person.
Perhaps the things that I have done are made right in offering this new life to the world.
Perhaps she's salvation, perhaps she'll save this world our mistakes have made.
Perhaps.
But every day he takes intense pleasure in putting her to bed, locking up the house and practically prancing (prancing! had he fallen so far?) downstairs to dress and go out, between the rooftops and alleys, between the shadows, a veritable ghost, a living shadow.
There are some days he glances back and catches another shadow pacing like a frantic cat in front of her own window wondering why the hell her father's such a bastard, what she did to deserve this and if somehow things will get better.
But most of the time he walks away. It is the province of the free to deny freedom to others so they have something to fight for. To strive for. He is doing right (isn't he?)
Some Days.
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true_writers: Hide and Seek.
Oct. 23rd, 2008 02:53 pmWrite about an intense game of Hide and Seek that takes a turn for the worse.
They always talk about the Repo-Men in a way that makes them seem more myth then legend.
He has a theory about this. The bigger the myth the more likely it is that people will disregard it. Pre-Plague had the Santa Claus-a home invasion expert who regularly entered domiciles and poisoned children with surgary treats while poisoning their souls with the idea of conformity to a warped and twisted brand of "Morality".
Because if your parents were narcotic users, how could you be expected to be "good" when being raised under their ideals?
The bigger the myth the less likely that the masses will believe that they exist. Besides, no matter what the political state, there was no one person who hadn't been touched by the Repo-Men.
Some way. Some how. It was just a matter of time, the threat of missing out was always there-and if there was one thing that a human being count be counted on ( in regards to presents or visits from your friendly neighborhood axe-murderer) was that no one wanted to miss out.
( She was no different. )
They always talk about the Repo-Men in a way that makes them seem more myth then legend.
He has a theory about this. The bigger the myth the more likely it is that people will disregard it. Pre-Plague had the Santa Claus-a home invasion expert who regularly entered domiciles and poisoned children with surgary treats while poisoning their souls with the idea of conformity to a warped and twisted brand of "Morality".
Because if your parents were narcotic users, how could you be expected to be "good" when being raised under their ideals?
The bigger the myth the less likely that the masses will believe that they exist. Besides, no matter what the political state, there was no one person who hadn't been touched by the Repo-Men.
Some way. Some how. It was just a matter of time, the threat of missing out was always there-and if there was one thing that a human being count be counted on ( in regards to presents or visits from your friendly neighborhood axe-murderer) was that no one wanted to miss out.
( She was no different. )
badcompany_muse Boxes.
Oct. 13th, 2008 04:13 pm[042] "What's in the box?" David Mills, Se7en
What's in the Box?
( It's an Official GeneCo issued carrying case, thank you very much. )
What's in the Box?
( It's an Official GeneCo issued carrying case, thank you very much. )
130. TEN brand names/logos you associate with.
1. Whole Foods Organic Processing Plant.
2. Genetic! Opera. [Yes, that exclaimation point is there]
3. Zydrate
4. Land's End
5. Calypse Clothing
6. Largo
7.Organic Repo Man
8. ...I've always liked that Nike Symbol?
9. I'm running out of ideas here? The City Seal? I don't know
10. [GENECo]
131. TEN things about your past.
( And the Years Roll by... )
1. Whole Foods Organic Processing Plant.
2. Genetic! Opera. [Yes, that exclaimation point is there]
3. Zydrate
4. Land's End
5. Calypse Clothing
6. Largo
7.
8. ...I've always liked that Nike Symbol?
9. I'm running out of ideas here? The City Seal? I don't know
10. [GENECo]
131. TEN things about your past.
( And the Years Roll by... )
the_lucky13 Rocket Launchers.
Oct. 11th, 2008 12:23 pm22.1 - 13 people/places/things you'd use a rocket launcher on.
Rocket Launchers? Isn't that a little extreme? I wouldn't use them on anyone.
Why? Why would you?
They tend to damage Organs after all. Bad business investment.
( Death is a fact of life in the world we live in. And I don't cause it, I just profit from it is the GeneCo Philosophy. )
Rocket Launchers? Isn't that a little extreme? I wouldn't use them on anyone.
Why? Why would you?
( Death is a fact of life in the world we live in. And I don't cause it, I just profit from it is the GeneCo Philosophy. )
muse_pens Survey Says:
Oct. 11th, 2008 10:05 am[GeneCo] would like to remind you that viewing this document constitutes legal review and any unauthorized reproduction or documentation of the following personal file constitutes a breach of confidentiality disclaimers standard to employment. Prosecution is preferred to the fullest extent of the law.
Thank you and have a Nice day!
Jessica Rabbison
GeneCo Legal Attorney
-[GeneCo] Legal Dept.
( [LOCKED GENECO PERSONNEL FILE: RM 09243] )
Thank you and have a Nice day!
Jessica Rabbison
GeneCo Legal Attorney
-[GeneCo] Legal Dept.
( [LOCKED GENECO PERSONNEL FILE: RM 09243] )
muse_pens from the week of October 13-19.
Oct. 10th, 2008 06:15 pmWrite a diary for your muse every day for a week, include their location, mood, and what the weather is like
A personal note tacked onto the email.
Note: Notations made for Date and Time are made in twenty-four hour military time. C'mon guys, do I have to do this all myself? You take the number-subtract twelve. Seriously.
Caroline Ferrerah
GENEtern 019
( Monday: 10.13.18 )
( Tuesday: 10.14.20 )
( Wednesdsay: 10.15.22 )
( Thursday: 10.16.17 )
( Friday: 10.17.22 )
( Saturday: 10.18.19 )
( Sunday: 10.19.22 )
Attached to these is an official looking email in block-lettering with the GeneCo Logo spinning
[GENEco] Reprimand Notification:
RM 09234, please refrain from personal observation. Pay has been docked for incident on 10.15.
Attached to this is a secondary notation
RM 09234, the dock has been removed. Three Jobs in One night! :D!
[GENECO] Official Document: The following is a notorized legal document constituting [REPORTS] from Repo-Man 09234 Wallace. Unauthorized reproduction of the following notations constitutes legal fraud and libel in any unauthorized GeneCo publication. Violators are subject to prosecution to the fullest extent of the law.
The following is to be used to account for RM 09234's activities and should be placed with organ aquisition log as soon as activities permit. Copies must also be fowarded to legal dept in triplicate for city enforcement officers.
All documents are reviewed by GeneCo Legal Team and each reviewer must attach employee identification number and title.
Thank you and have a pleasant day!
A personal note tacked onto the email.
Note: Notations made for Date and Time are made in twenty-four hour military time. C'mon guys, do I have to do this all myself? You take the number-subtract twelve. Seriously.
Caroline Ferrerah
GENEtern 019
( Monday: 10.13.18 )
( Tuesday: 10.14.20 )
( Wednesdsay: 10.15.22 )
( Thursday: 10.16.17 )
( Friday: 10.17.22 )
( Saturday: 10.18.19 )
( Sunday: 10.19.22 )
Attached to these is an official looking email in block-lettering with the GeneCo Logo spinning
[GENEco] Reprimand Notification:
RM 09234, please refrain from personal observation. Pay has been docked for incident on 10.15.
Attached to this is a secondary notation
RM 09234, the dock has been removed. Three Jobs in One night! :D!
thetenspot, Introductions
Oct. 10th, 2008 05:58 pmI don't like performance evaluations, even if they're required. You'll have to excuse me, I'm...not very good at this.
1. My name is Nathan Wallace.
2. I'm a surgeon.
3. I'm not a GENtern. Please. and I cannot offer you a "line" or an opinion on Zydrate. Nor would I want to.
4. I'm marri-I was married. Her name was Marni. We have a daughter named Shilo.
5.I miss her I tend to live for my work. My daughter hates that.
[Locked]
6. I work for GeneCo as a Repo-Man.
7. That means that if your GeneCo! organ goes into default and foreclosure-chances are I'm the one who will be coming to get it back.
8. I don't usually ask permission to do this.
9. If I didn't do it? Someone else would have to. Better me then the common butchers GeneCo and Rotti Largo tend to employ. It's nothing personal. Believe me when I say that.
10. ILikeLoveEnjoy...Work. It's good work. And It really isn't personal.
1. My name is Nathan Wallace.
2. I'm a surgeon.
3. I'm not a GENtern. Please. and I cannot offer you a "line" or an opinion on Zydrate. Nor would I want to.
4. I'm marri-I was married. Her name was Marni. We have a daughter named Shilo.
5.
[Locked]
6. I work for GeneCo as a Repo-Man.
7. That means that if your GeneCo! organ goes into default and foreclosure-chances are I'm the one who will be coming to get it back.
8. I don't usually ask permission to do this.
9. If I didn't do it? Someone else would have to. Better me then the common butchers GeneCo and Rotti Largo tend to employ. It's nothing personal. Believe me when I say that.
10. I
It's a thankless. fucking. job.
Oct. 9th, 2008 04:05 pmDo you want to know the real reason we hate them? Because they exist.
-Daniel Balint (The Believer
The idea seemed like a monstrous joke.
And he wishes (oh how he wishes) that he'd taken the naysayers seriously. The idea was only hinted at, speculated at even. The economy was on the brink of collapse and since GeneCo was fitting the bill for the renovation and salvation of mankind it seemed only right that they'd protect their investment.
And to this day he still has to stop and think over exactly what Rotti Largo said About said investment. Not out of any moral compunction but simply out of the surely large legal precussions that even then Rotti-Largo had to have known existed.
Murder was suddenly legal, and there was little that people could do but stare as the first Repo-Man walked out of jail a free man, cold chills running down their GeneCo brand stomaches.
-------------
And the question on everyone's mind was why the Repo-Men were feared and respected and hated. The cops of the twenty-first century, a needed evil. No chills down their corporate brand stomaches, no twitches up their designer spines, nothing but acceptance and the occasional annoyed grimace. Fear was for the dead and they weren't dead.
"Oh there he is." Step aside. For the most part most people (well, most people) squared their debts and left GeneCo alone. Needed Evil, they had survived after all.
And one day he hears after sending up a cleaning crew a group of roommates talking.
"...It's not the y'know-whole blood and gore thing? It's just like-what gives them the right to put their hands on my body. My dad paid for my lungs. I'm a runner I need them. Not my fault. He should totally go and talk to my dad-"
"I know right? My hands were a gift from my grandmother! Apply to her not to me, I mean I-"
Their voices die down as he approaches and stalks away.
And oh how far they'd fallen into the trap where mankind was a sally the ragdoll collection of parts and pieces. Why do they hate me?
Because they were a sign that somewhere along the line mankind had fucked up and brought him and men like him into being.
Fuck um'. It was a thankless job, but somebody had to do it.
-Daniel Balint (The Believer
The idea seemed like a monstrous joke.
And he wishes (oh how he wishes) that he'd taken the naysayers seriously. The idea was only hinted at, speculated at even. The economy was on the brink of collapse and since GeneCo was fitting the bill for the renovation and salvation of mankind it seemed only right that they'd protect their investment.
And to this day he still has to stop and think over exactly what Rotti Largo said About said investment. Not out of any moral compunction but simply out of the surely large legal precussions that even then Rotti-Largo had to have known existed.
Murder was suddenly legal, and there was little that people could do but stare as the first Repo-Man walked out of jail a free man, cold chills running down their GeneCo brand stomaches.
-------------
And the question on everyone's mind was why the Repo-Men were feared and respected and hated. The cops of the twenty-first century, a needed evil. No chills down their corporate brand stomaches, no twitches up their designer spines, nothing but acceptance and the occasional annoyed grimace. Fear was for the dead and they weren't dead.
"Oh there he is." Step aside. For the most part most people (well, most people) squared their debts and left GeneCo alone. Needed Evil, they had survived after all.
And one day he hears after sending up a cleaning crew a group of roommates talking.
"...It's not the y'know-whole blood and gore thing? It's just like-what gives them the right to put their hands on my body. My dad paid for my lungs. I'm a runner I need them. Not my fault. He should totally go and talk to my dad-"
"I know right? My hands were a gift from my grandmother! Apply to her not to me, I mean I-"
Their voices die down as he approaches and stalks away.
And oh how far they'd fallen into the trap where mankind was a sally the ragdoll collection of parts and pieces. Why do they hate me?
Because they were a sign that somewhere along the line mankind had fucked up and brought him and men like him into being.
Fuck um'. It was a thankless job, but somebody had to do it.
