You blink once and you’re a gonner
June 21st, 205, 12:20 PM - Catoir's narration (sample)
I normally was very meticulous about my appearance. However, I went as long as I could without getting a haircut. Just because I wanted to avoid my barber. However, a tidy appearance overweighed my desire to stay away. I told the old couple who ran the library that I was taking a longer lunch than usual for this purpose.
They were, of course, very fond of me and so this wasn’t much of an issue.
Jonas, however, was much fonder of me. To a rather unhealthy degree, which is why I tried to avoid him as much as possible.
When I entered the salon, the young man behind the counter released a sigh and a drawn out “geeeeze!” as soon as he knew my attention was on him. “Catoir, I can tell from here that your hair is riddled with split ends.” (It wasn’t—not in the front in any case. Those I could take care of myself during my morning routine.) “How long do you intend to ignore me? I can’t always be around when fancy hits you to visit your old friend!”
The corner of my mouth twisted into a faint smirk. “Yet you have never failed to make an appearance when asked.”
Jonas huffed and turned away from me. After a pause, unable to hold up the act any longer, he rounded the counter in a flurry of limbs and clamped his hands onto my shoulders when I tried to move away. “Catoir~! You know that when you don’t come to see me I just have to keep you longer.”
“I’m on my lunch break so you have until the end of the hour,” I replied, taking off my glasses as he steered me towards his work station.
Paradichlorobenzene by Kagamine Len
Lyrics translated by loveless_zero @ LJ
What is it that I sing for?
Paradichlorobenzene
I just sing without understanding
Paradichlorobenzene
Yes I started to run looking for the answer
Paradichlorobenzene
But I came to the point beyond and found there was nothing there
So let’s sing and let’s dance
Paradichlorobenzene
So let’s cry out and let’s scream out
Paradichlorobenzene
Dogs and cats and cows and pigs all
Paradichlorobenzene
So let’s go crazy and let’s go to sleep
Until we rot away, see
I didn’t like the rules and
I just didn’t want to be tied down
That’s why I ran away and
Forgot all about past or future
Didn’t want to be taking orders
Wanted to become just a little bad
Slipped out of my home at midnight
And ran through the night city
What is it that I live for
I started talking to a stray cat
The cat didn’t answer anything
And just looked at me with eyes of contempt
I drank coffee that I know can’t drink
And looked up at the cloudy sky
What can the current me do?
I don’t even know that
That’s why I sing and scream out
Paradichlorobenzene
I don’t even know what that means but I cry out
Paradichlorobenzene
Are you going to be satisfied with just that?
Paradichlorobenzene
If you break the set rules will something about you change?
Yes I don’t care who I just wanna vent
Paradichlorobenzene
Slap evil raise up justice
Paradichlorobenzene
With justice shield I relieve stress
Paradichlorobenzene
Those around us stop us but we don’t notice
Our own foolish deeds
Is there meaning to this song?
There is no meaning to this song
Is there sin to this song?
There is no sin to this song
Is there meaning to benzene?
There is no meaning to benzene
Is there sin to benzene?
The meaning of this song is…benzene
And then I realize
That everything is hypocrisy
What is the worth of my life?
The stray cat drowned in water and died
I throw away coffee that’s now the sky
And looked at the sky masked by darkness
What is the current me doing?
I don’t even know that much
I don’t know anything anymore
And then you are going to laugh at me
Paradichlorobenzene
And then I will shove you away
Paradichlorobenzene
I am right and you are wrong
Paradichlorobenzene
Wrapped up in nihilism and disappear
Until I disappear
So let’s sing and let’s dance
Paradichlorobenzene
So let’s laugh and let’s be envious
Paradichlorobenzene
Me and you and anything everything
Paradichlorobenzene
So let’s go crazy let’s go to sleep
Until we rot away, see
Night
It was dark out. So very dark out.
Despite the clear skies when she had gotten on the road, by the time she had reached her destination there was a heavy bank of clouds in the heavens. It was so very dark out.
The heavy, grey clouds were black in the sky—the night making everything hard to pick apart. No moon or stars were able to shine through the thick clouds. No lights were reflected on the ocean to represent ships: life and activity.
She studied the road in front of her, her gaze shifting off away from the road in brief intervals to study the horizon. The dark shadows in place of the foothills were black; she was just barely able to discern the difference between the dark navy of the sky and the black of the hills.
The difference between the ocean and the sky, however, was harder to tell apart. She wished for a moment that she didn’t have to pay so much attention to the freeway and the other cars around her. That she could just stop and stare at the dark dark ocean and try and discern where it met the sky.
But it was growing late.
John Barrowman singing “Time After Time”. Simply amazing ohmygod
Slave, I before reasoned with you, but you have proved yourself unworthy of my condescension. Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but I am your master;—obey! … Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
— Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
A Female Joke
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when John, a tall, exceptionally handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.
The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her (as all men will). Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, “I’ll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00
on one condition”.
Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, “You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words.”
The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed into the man’s hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said…
“Clean my house.”
June 2nd, 206 - Zoné's narration (sample)
I could feel Jonas fuming next to me. Not even Jun’s calm, yet slightly nervous, presence could counteract that guy’s rage. Lysander stood behind me, cool and silent as always to a point where it bothered me. “Hey, Lys,” I said, turning around to look up at him.
”Hmm?” He arched an eyebrow, turning his gaze away from where Ayn and Catoir were walking and offering me a slight smile.
”Aren’t you annoyed?”
”By what?”
”Ayn being with Catoir like that,” I said.
Jonas huffed. “I don’t know about you, man, but it pisses me off. Lookit the way he has his arm around her shoulder!”
Lysander laughed, ruffling my hair with one hand. “No, of course I’m not annoyed.”
I frowned and tried to knock his hand away. “But why not? Don’t you love her?”
”I do.”
”Ew,” Jonas muttered under his breath.
”Then why?”
His expression softened slightly and he looked up, gazing over the heads of the other people in the lobby. “Because I know that they don’t love each other.”
I was taken by surprise at his answer; I guess Jonas was too because he looked up at Lysander with a confused expression. “Then what would you call it…?”
”Respect. Relliance, dependance, trust.”
Jonas snorted. “Catoir? Trust? I’ve been with him for five years and he doesn’t even trust me.”
Lysander shook his head. “From what I can tell about him, Catoir has a different form of trust from normal people. But you and Ayn are probably the ones he ‘trusts’ the most.”
For a moment, I thought I saw a guilty look pass over Jonas’ face, but I figured it was just because he might have doubted my brother for a moment.
”I think they like each other—even just a little bit,” Jun spoke up. She looked at me. “You saw them when we went to the aquarium, Zoné. The way they act around each other goes a bit beyond a mutual respect.”
I couldn’t respond at first, a little flustered by the prospect that Catoir might have feelings for another person. Jonas let out a stressed sound (knowing him, probably for the same reason), but Lysander cut him off with a laugh.
“I guess I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said. “If he was more of a romantic instead of a cynic, he’d be the perfect example of her type of guy. But I’m still not worried about that.” He gave a lopsided smile and scratched the side of his head.
I caught sight of a black ring around his middle finger. “Hey—isn’t that Ayn’s ring?”
He pulled his hand back and looked at it for a moment. “Well, technically the one she has, I gave her before I left. She gave me this one.”
July 13th, 205 3:07 PM (Preview)
Ever since meeting up with Rhys and learning about Lacryma, I had been debating my options. As a general whole, I wasn’t too fond of the idea that I was stuck in Eminence. I suppose it is odd that I haven’t up and left after only being here for just over half a year. If that list that Rhys gave me is as valid as he says it is, then I have also found someone I thought I lost long ago.
If his explanation of the game is true, then I have no reason to want to stay. I was not invited to participate, meaning that I’m expected to remain in here. Knowing that I can’t leave makes the knowledge of my captivity worse. I would never be able to leave, and Iw ould never allow myself to not participate in order to try and return to my life as a blithely unaware individual.
It wasn’t my style. Too much commitment to one place.
As for the person I have found, I have no doubt that she will participate in this game. After I left her all those years ago, I really have no right to go up to her now to ask if I can work with her. So my only option left was one of the only other names I could recognize.
Zoné Altair.
I arrived in Eminence just shy of January and began the role of an assistant teacher to the history department in the high school, going where they told me, I now teach during the summer school sessions, and he is one of my students. And is currently two minutes late to detention.
As if on cue, the boy comes busting through the door with a sandwhich half-crammed into his mouth, two more in his hand, and an opened bag of chips pinched between two fingers. “Sorry I’m late, Mister Stavros!” he gushes, letting the door ease shut behind him. “Had to get something to eat.” Zoné offers me a wide smile and takes his seat.
“Normally I would say that there is no eating in detention, but those chips are making me hungry.”
As if sensing my question, the boy holds out the bag of chips as he takes another bite of his sandwhich. “Help yourself,” he says around a mouthful. “It’s the least I can do.”
“The very least,” I stress with a grin of my own and take some of the chips.
