I'm going to be working on a new experiment [while continuing to write my other stories as well, don'tcha worry]. Since my mind has been very fragmented with ideas, nothing sold enough to form a story around, I'm thinking about using that to write a story. It'd be similar to Naked Lunch, in that the topics and stories seems to blend almost effortlessly into one another. So expect this new experiment to be rather confusing most of the time. Just a forewarning to anyone leaving comments on that experiment, I won't know what the hell else is going on in the posts, so just give me an interpretation. Thanks!
So my newest obsession is a manga called Pastel. Its pretty cliche even for it's genre, but I still love it, nonetheless. So once I'm done reading that one, I have about twenty chapters to go, so probably another week or so, I'll begin writing the Mutants story. I'm currently running through scenarios, and really pushing what they would be able to do with their powers to the limits. I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope it's different from SFG but still manages to keep the light-heartedness of the first season.
For those of you wondering about Throwing Pearls to the Pig, the idea has actually been with me for a while, but originally I wanted it to be more of a buddy story. It was originally about a demon who hunted rogue ghosts or demons or other fantastical creatures, all the while still trying to maintain a social life and a school life. He was then suppose to meet a girl who was part of the video club in school [a girl always carrying a video camera] who would try filming him exorcising demons and such. Because we all know video cameras can record ghosts and stuff, so it made sense to me. ^_^ I really enjoyed the idea of that story and saw tons of potential, but then I started writing SFG and didn't want all my stories to take place in high school with badasses trying to live a normal life, while being accompanied by none-badasses. So I dropped the idea and started thinking of ways to make it more mature and more of a drama, the way The Rabbit's Foot and Nightmare Stare were. I'm really proud of those two stories. So my idea [without destroying too much of the plot here] is of a Grim falling in love with an ordinary human girl. And see, I used the idea of sacrificing something to find true love, but since I don't really like Customer Service, I feel it's okay to take my few good ideas from it, and put them towards something better. So you have a Grim who was once human, falling in love with a girl, and since I'm writing it, and I have that warped view of love, I have to make it hard for the two of them. All of you reading this outta know that the warning, "No good will come of this" should not be taken lightly.
I didn't want to do as much first person narration in this one, in the sense that I don't want the Grim to say "I kill people and deliver their souls to heaven or hell, blah blah blah." I'd rather it be more organic, but of course, if there just isn't a way around it, he'll explain things. I'll try not to keep the readers in the dark as much as my other dramas, mainly because this story isn't about not knowing, its about self-sacrifice, as lame as that sounds. So I'll try and get you all in the world as quickly as I can, while still keeping it organic. There will be epic fights in this story as well, I'm not sure how many, don't expect too many, but there will be probably just as much action as Nightmare Stare, maybe a little bit more. But this is no SFG or Six Bullets. I really feel that the title, Throwing Pearls to the Pigs sums up the feeling of the story, at least how it is in my head, and I'm going to try and stay with that feeling throughout the two main characters' relationship.
I'm sorry to just cut everyone off on that note, but it's 3:14am and I'm starting to feel tired, so I'm going to go to bed.
Sleep well, world!
Be safe, everyone!
And if there's anyone out there who can teach me to draw, PLEASE DO!!!
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Prologue
Let me tell you what I see.
The sky is dark, a thick cloud of despair and woe floats menacingly above the city streets. A cold rain falls down on the greasy streets, headlights reflect off as they slide across them.
I can't see a single star through the luminous clouds. The my skin feels like its stuff with cotton, I can't feel a thing. Not a single slight tingle as the rain hits my face. Nothing but the cold is felt.
My chest aches, such is the price, I suppose.
I twitch in the cold wetness of misery. I can't believe its really happened.
Bring my eyes to tears, my chest is as wet as the city streets. Let my cheeks flow as the swears below my feet do.
Tell me how much of a mistake it was, tell me she's so much better than I am.
Tell me I was a mistake, that you were just drunk. Tell me I meant nothing.
Don't tell me anything. That would be the worst treatment of all.
She's dead, I'm dying. Being pushed down the wet sidewalk in a wheelchair to a car that isn't mine, by a guy I hardly know. This is the life I have now. The second best attempt at happiness.
And lying somewhere in a trashcan is our aborted son or daughter, but you'll never know this, will you?
You'll never know how we got to this point. You don't give a shit, you never did.
You'll never know what I would have done for you, what I did for you.
-Sir Jestro
The sky is dark, a thick cloud of despair and woe floats menacingly above the city streets. A cold rain falls down on the greasy streets, headlights reflect off as they slide across them.
I can't see a single star through the luminous clouds. The my skin feels like its stuff with cotton, I can't feel a thing. Not a single slight tingle as the rain hits my face. Nothing but the cold is felt.
My chest aches, such is the price, I suppose.
I twitch in the cold wetness of misery. I can't believe its really happened.
Bring my eyes to tears, my chest is as wet as the city streets. Let my cheeks flow as the swears below my feet do.
Tell me how much of a mistake it was, tell me she's so much better than I am.
Tell me I was a mistake, that you were just drunk. Tell me I meant nothing.
Don't tell me anything. That would be the worst treatment of all.
She's dead, I'm dying. Being pushed down the wet sidewalk in a wheelchair to a car that isn't mine, by a guy I hardly know. This is the life I have now. The second best attempt at happiness.
And lying somewhere in a trashcan is our aborted son or daughter, but you'll never know this, will you?
You'll never know how we got to this point. You don't give a shit, you never did.
You'll never know what I would have done for you, what I did for you.
This is my revenge story, you self-centered asshole.
-Sir Jestro
Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Two]
I'm looking out the window, far off into the distance.
I watch the sky change from a dark blue into a warm velvet, and watch as rays of sunlight extend past the buildings and create shadows. I'm gazing as the sunlight hits my face and warms my cheeks.
It soothes me.
I close my eyes.
I am at peace.
I open my eyes and leave the diner. I'm ready for the day. I head to work, still watching the sky change from a warm velvet into a radiant red, and finally a peaceful blue with clouds skidding across it. Some things never fail to retain their beauty. I look down at my watch, I still have an hour and one half to get to work. I decide it would be nice to visit a bookstore.
I walk in, they're just opening. Inside it's crispy warm, and low music is playing, it makes me feel like it's already Christmas. I have no idea where I'm going, or what kind of book I want, so I just wander.
Off in the distance of the store I hear people murmuring, the sounds of machines, beeps, commotion. I continue to wander.
I turn a corner and bump right into someone, knocking a tower of books into disarray. Before seeing whom I bumped into, or offering my apologies, I watch the falling books. As they spin through the air, falling gracefully to the floor, I read them. I read them as a whole, their falling voices tell me I'm going to fall in love with this girl, whom I've just bumped into. They tell me, formed in their chaos -- like reading thought bubbles -- that this is the one I've been working for, the one I left everything for. She really exists and now I've found her.
Then the books slam to the floor, and their final arrangement lowers my spirit:
"I'm so sorry!" The girl says to me in a panic, quickly toppling the books into a wobbly tower. I bend down to help her.
"No, its fine." I smile, my heart is racing, I don't know how to act. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way. "I should have been watching where I was going." We both manage to get all of the books wrapped in her small arms.
"Ugh, thanks." She says with a loud sigh.
"Did you want some help?" My offer has a chuckle trailing it.
"No, its fine." She says, her face peeking around the tower of books as she tries to make eye contact.
"I insist." I say, snatching more than half the tower. "Where to?"
She pauses.
"This way." She says. I follow her through the maze of bookshelves, my heart is racing faster now. I glance down at the titles of the books and notice they're all anti-depressant books. "So, do you read any of these titles?"
"Me? Yeah, maybe." She says setting some down on a table in between some shelves. "My father killed himself a few weeks ago, I'm still recovering." Then she was silent.
"I'm sorry." I tell her as I set my books next to hers.
"..." She looks at me. "Why do people say that?"
"Say what?"
"Why do people apologize to me that my father killed himself, even though they had nothing to do with it." She says.
"It's one of those things we're conditioned to say." I tell her as I sift through the books.
"But it wasn't your fault, so you don't need to apologize."
"You know, I've heard somewhere," I meet her eyes. "that humans are unable to kill themselves or each other." Her face becomes cold.
"So, if my father was unable to kill himself, why is he dead?" She asks, her voice as hard as a coffin nail.
"They say," My eyes veer downward at the books again, I've never been this honest before. "that there are creatures who remove the souls of man from their body's."
"So, you believe in the Grim Reaper, and you think he killed my father?" She says.
"Why not?" I say raising my head. I see a crucifix hanging around her neck.
"I don't believe in the Grim Reaper." She says.
"So let me get this right, you say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper?"
"That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"So that cross around your neck, doesn't that mean you believe in an invisible man who can be everywhere at once?" She doesn't say anything to that. I continue.
"You say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper, but you must believe in Angels and Demons, right? How else do you think souls get to where they're going?"
"Okay, fine!" She says. "Maybe there is a Grim Reaper! But that still doesn't explain why humans can't kill each other! What are wars then? Just make believe?"
"No, wars are seasonal jobs for Grims, when the spiritual economy gets really bad they have a war." She just raises an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Look at it this way, you need workers, so you recruit. That just happens to mean extracting their souls from their body's. Then when you have workers you can get more done, which is why deaths always increase as wars go on."
"That's stupid." She says.
"How is that stupid?"
"That whole idea is stupid, whoever thought up that idea was stupid."
"Wow, you're very opinionated, aren't you?" I comment.
"I believe in the Savior, Jesus Christ. This whole spirit economy thing is just garbage." She says, sorting out the books now.
"..." I pause. "Some people think Jesus was an alien." She gives me a death stare. "It's true! Replace any miracle he ever did with alien technology, and it's completely plausible."
"Are you just trying to annoy me?" She asks.
"Not at all, it's just that cross you have on, its kind of like gang colors, you know?"
"Gang colors?" She stops sorting the books.
"Well, sure. If I were wearing a swastika, you'd freak out and call me a Nazi. You'd probably assume I hated Jews and handicapped people, maybe even kick me out of this establishment for being a homo-phobe."
"Well, duh. No one wants to be hassled by a Nazi."
"But who said I believed in all the ideals of Nazism, maybe I just respected Adolf Hitler for being able to rebuild Germany after World War One? But how would you know? You'd take one look at the swastika and just assume."
"I get your point, you can stop now." She says, looking down at the books again.
"I apologize." I say to her. She stops and looks at me, letting out a long sigh.
"For what this time?"
"For killing your father."
-Sir Jestro
I watch the sky change from a dark blue into a warm velvet, and watch as rays of sunlight extend past the buildings and create shadows. I'm gazing as the sunlight hits my face and warms my cheeks.
It soothes me.
I close my eyes.
I am at peace.
I open my eyes and leave the diner. I'm ready for the day. I head to work, still watching the sky change from a warm velvet into a radiant red, and finally a peaceful blue with clouds skidding across it. Some things never fail to retain their beauty. I look down at my watch, I still have an hour and one half to get to work. I decide it would be nice to visit a bookstore.
I walk in, they're just opening. Inside it's crispy warm, and low music is playing, it makes me feel like it's already Christmas. I have no idea where I'm going, or what kind of book I want, so I just wander.
Off in the distance of the store I hear people murmuring, the sounds of machines, beeps, commotion. I continue to wander.
I turn a corner and bump right into someone, knocking a tower of books into disarray. Before seeing whom I bumped into, or offering my apologies, I watch the falling books. As they spin through the air, falling gracefully to the floor, I read them. I read them as a whole, their falling voices tell me I'm going to fall in love with this girl, whom I've just bumped into. They tell me, formed in their chaos -- like reading thought bubbles -- that this is the one I've been working for, the one I left everything for. She really exists and now I've found her.
Then the books slam to the floor, and their final arrangement lowers my spirit:
"No good will come of this."
"I'm so sorry!" The girl says to me in a panic, quickly toppling the books into a wobbly tower. I bend down to help her.
"No, its fine." I smile, my heart is racing, I don't know how to act. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way. "I should have been watching where I was going." We both manage to get all of the books wrapped in her small arms.
"Ugh, thanks." She says with a loud sigh.
"Did you want some help?" My offer has a chuckle trailing it.
"No, its fine." She says, her face peeking around the tower of books as she tries to make eye contact.
"I insist." I say, snatching more than half the tower. "Where to?"
She pauses.
"This way." She says. I follow her through the maze of bookshelves, my heart is racing faster now. I glance down at the titles of the books and notice they're all anti-depressant books. "So, do you read any of these titles?"
"Me? Yeah, maybe." She says setting some down on a table in between some shelves. "My father killed himself a few weeks ago, I'm still recovering." Then she was silent.
"I'm sorry." I tell her as I set my books next to hers.
"..." She looks at me. "Why do people say that?"
"Say what?"
"Why do people apologize to me that my father killed himself, even though they had nothing to do with it." She says.
"It's one of those things we're conditioned to say." I tell her as I sift through the books.
"But it wasn't your fault, so you don't need to apologize."
If he lived in this city, it was my fault.
"You know, I've heard somewhere," I meet her eyes. "that humans are unable to kill themselves or each other." Her face becomes cold.
"So, if my father was unable to kill himself, why is he dead?" She asks, her voice as hard as a coffin nail.
"They say," My eyes veer downward at the books again, I've never been this honest before. "that there are creatures who remove the souls of man from their body's."
"So, you believe in the Grim Reaper, and you think he killed my father?" She says.
"Why not?" I say raising my head. I see a crucifix hanging around her neck.
"I don't believe in the Grim Reaper." She says.
"So let me get this right, you say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper?"
"That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"So that cross around your neck, doesn't that mean you believe in an invisible man who can be everywhere at once?" She doesn't say anything to that. I continue.
"You say you don't believe in the Grim Reaper, but you must believe in Angels and Demons, right? How else do you think souls get to where they're going?"
"Okay, fine!" She says. "Maybe there is a Grim Reaper! But that still doesn't explain why humans can't kill each other! What are wars then? Just make believe?"
"No, wars are seasonal jobs for Grims, when the spiritual economy gets really bad they have a war." She just raises an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Look at it this way, you need workers, so you recruit. That just happens to mean extracting their souls from their body's. Then when you have workers you can get more done, which is why deaths always increase as wars go on."
"That's stupid." She says.
"How is that stupid?"
"That whole idea is stupid, whoever thought up that idea was stupid."
"Wow, you're very opinionated, aren't you?" I comment.
"I believe in the Savior, Jesus Christ. This whole spirit economy thing is just garbage." She says, sorting out the books now.
"..." I pause. "Some people think Jesus was an alien." She gives me a death stare. "It's true! Replace any miracle he ever did with alien technology, and it's completely plausible."
"Are you just trying to annoy me?" She asks.
"Not at all, it's just that cross you have on, its kind of like gang colors, you know?"
"Gang colors?" She stops sorting the books.
"Well, sure. If I were wearing a swastika, you'd freak out and call me a Nazi. You'd probably assume I hated Jews and handicapped people, maybe even kick me out of this establishment for being a homo-phobe."
"Well, duh. No one wants to be hassled by a Nazi."
"But who said I believed in all the ideals of Nazism, maybe I just respected Adolf Hitler for being able to rebuild Germany after World War One? But how would you know? You'd take one look at the swastika and just assume."
"I get your point, you can stop now." She says, looking down at the books again.
"I apologize." I say to her. She stops and looks at me, letting out a long sigh.
"For what this time?"
"For killing your father."
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sink in Screams
I couldn't tell you,
How we sink in screams,
Funneled into one ear and out another,
That the forgotten still feel.
A tree in a forest,
With nothing around,
Crashes to the ground,
And still makes a sound.
A sound that no one can hear,
No one cares to hear,
Because you are the forgotten,
A leech feeding off of others.
Open your wings and fly, you penguin.
The lifeline has been cut,
It was cut at birth,
You are forever alone in the sea of screams.
And ten thousands leagues beneath,
You might one day find the strength,
A strength only the resilient posses,
An inner strength more powerful than Atlas.
Make me proud, you forgotten has been,
Make those memories I've forgotten one day float upward,
Into me,
Then your sacrifice will be worth it.
Until then,
Keep at it.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
SFG Remixed Chapter 2
“Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!” Ω says as he’s being held captive by four school officials, The Yellow Jackets.
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C41212105!”
But C41212105 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C41212105 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C41212105 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C41212105 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C41212105 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C41212105’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
"So would I." Ω says. "So would I."
On another part of campus [Jestro] walks down a hallway in the Art Department, there are pictures [paintings, drawings, pictures, etc] created by students hung on the walls. One image in particular catches [Jestro] attention. It's of a giant Robo-Pig fighting a giant squid in the middle of a city. Then [Jestro] runs into someone, because his dumb ass wasn't watching where he was going.
"Oh, sorry." He says to the small Mexican girl he pumped into.
"Watch where you're going!" She screamed at him. He pauses and shrugs.
"I just said I was sorry. Chillax."
"Well, you wouldn't have to say sorry if you just watched where you were going in the first place." This was when [Jestro] noticed she had very big lips, he liked them.
"Sorry, I was just distracted by that--"
"Stop saying that!" She cut him off.
"Yo, what the hell is your problem? Why are you acting like a fucking bitch?" [Jestro] asked.
"I am NOT a fucking bitch, I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" She said.
"Well, waku-fuckin-do!"
"What does THAT mean?!" She said, he could hear the attitude in her voice, but wasn't too upset, seeing as how he was a foot taller than her and she was wearing a shirt that showed some cleavage.
"It means get out of the way when us big people are walking, ya dig?" Then her face scrunched up like she had eaten something sour while simultaneously smelling something awful. She just looked at him for a good while. "Hey, I can see down your shirt, just thought I'd let you know."
"Well, stop looking then!" She screamed. "And take off those stupid headphones, they make you look gay. [Jestro] threw his arms in the air.
"I don't even know you, lady! Where's this attitude coming from?"
"OMG! You're being so annoying right now!"
"Are we dating and I'm unaware of it? Is that why you're mad? Do you think I'm ignoring you, or what?"
"Take those headphones off and leave me alone!" She screamed, everyone walking by was staring.
"I NEVER take these off, they give me special powers." [Jestro] said only half kidding.
"You're dumb. OKAY, BYE!" She screamed again. Just then [Jestro]'s big ass headphone picked up a signal, similar to Spiderman's Spidey Sense. He spun around [He was standing between a wall, covered in art and a window that showed the beautiful campus] and saw a hammer spinning through the air.
Back to Ω and 김재민 who were both receiving a text message.
"Shit! Baltazar is here!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I gotta get to him before that bitch boy, [Jestro]!" Ω said standing up and cracking his neck.
Back to [Jestro].
He saw the hammer flying toward him, he grabbed the angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips, with one arm and moved her behind him. With his other arm, he blocked the hammer.
"Everybody get down!" He screamed as it hit the window.
BOOM!!!!
The entire hallway shook and the windows all shattered. The hammer hit [Jestro] forearm [covered by the suit] but still caused him to slide backwards. The angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips hit the wall as did everyone else in the hallway.
"What the fuck is up today?" [Jestro] asked assessing the situation. He looked around the hallway, everyone was now on the ground and moaning in pain, some people were crying. He then looked out the window and saw a figure standing in the middle of the Quad with another hammer.
"Who the fuck is this guy!?" [Jestro] asked himself, then felt the text go off. "Oh, great." He turned back to check on the Mexican girl with the big lips, you know, the angry one who's stunningly attractive? Yeah, her. She was looking up at him, still looking pissed off, but now a little in shock. "We'll finish this later." He said and touched his headphone, the rest of his body was now covered. He leaped out of the window.
DJ Machete plays "Hello Fascination" by Breathe Carolina.
[Jestro] slides down the decline towards the Quad, all the while firing two revolvers at Baltazar. [Note: The center of Pompey High is a giant square known as the Quad, it's roughly 100 yards lower than the rest of the campus. It's main function is to be a "hangout spot" for the students, and since it's in the center of school, The Yellow Jackets don't have to worry about people ditching. Surrounding the quad are gardens and patches of vegetation on the declines leading down to it. Luckily, [Jestro] was near the ice plant patch, so he's flying down that bad boy.]
[Jestro] notices that Baltazar is deflecting all the bullets with a sword, an ordinary katana. Then [Jestro] sees his boys rushing toward Baltazar. 김재민 gets to Baltazar first and unsheathes a katana he had somewhere on his person. The two of them start slashing at each other. They're both evenly matched, blocking and jumping exactly when the other expects it. Then Ω rushed in and started helping 김재민. They had him flanked, but Baltazar knew his sword well and was able to hold his own. 김재민 sliced down on top of Baltazar who blocked it with his own, holding it so the two blades formed a "T". Baltazar then smashed 김재민 in the chest with his free hand, then without losing a beat flipped his sword around [back scratcher] and blocked a slash from Ω. Baltazar reached backwards with his free hand and slapped Ω in the face. Ω stumbled backwards as [Jestro] ran into the fight. Baltazar tossed his katana into the air, spun around, pulled his remaining hammer from off of his back, and hit [Jestro] with it. The hammer connected directly onto [Jestro] chin and sent the poor bastard flying into the air, a few hundred feet into the air. Baltazar put his hammer back on his back and caught his falling katana just in time to block another slice from 김재민.
"Fuck! You're too good!" 김재민 said as they pressed their weight against one another.
"It's cuz I'm half Asian." Baltazar admitted.
"Really!?" 김재민 shouted. "So am I!"
"That's pretty awesome, dude!" Baltazar chuckled, then shoulder checked 김재민, sending him stumbling. Baltazar spun around, let his blade spark against the hard concrete, and the sliced upwards at the charging Ω. Ω dodged it and while moving past Baltazar, punched him in the kidney. Ω fell onto his shoulder and rolled, just as he was about to land of his feet 김재민 caught one and threw him high into the air. 김재민 charged Baltazar and swung wide, crossing his body, missed, then swung back in the opposite direction and sliced Baltazar's shirt. Then Ω slammed down behind Baltazar who back handsrpinged over him.
"Fuck!" Ω shouted. Baltazar took off running. 김재민 saw this and reverse gripped his katana and chucked it like a spear. The katana landed in Baltazar's back, he screamed and fell on one knee.
"I got him!" 김재민 cheered. Then he saw something falling from the sky. "What the hell is that?"
"Fuck! No, he's gonna get the kill!" Ω screamed. "It's fucking [Jestro]!"
[Jestro] slammed down on Baltazar, who tried absorbing the force with his katan, instead it just shattered. [Jestro] punched with his right, then a left hook. Then as he pulled his right arm back for another punch, it glitched out and pulsated.
BOOM!
The force of that hammer punch shattered the concrete surrounding them. Ω rushed up to the fight and sliced Blatazar's head off.
"Yeah! I got the kill!" He giggled.
"No way! I did!" [Jestro] said, standing up.
"There's only one way to find out." Ω said and took his phone out, [Jestro] brought his Guild statemnt up on his internal monitor.
"Overkill bonus!? What the fuck is that!?" Ω shouted.
"Its what you got." [Jestro] said with a laugh.
"Fuck you!" Ω shouted.
Then they bother heard 김재민 shouting.
"What's he going on about?" [Jestro] asked.
"Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops, cops!" 김재민 screamed as all three of them rn off campus.
-Sir Jestro
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C41212105!”
But C41212105 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C41212105 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C41212105 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C41212105 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C41212105 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C41212105’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
"So would I." Ω says. "So would I."
On another part of campus [Jestro] walks down a hallway in the Art Department, there are pictures [paintings, drawings, pictures, etc] created by students hung on the walls. One image in particular catches [Jestro] attention. It's of a giant Robo-Pig fighting a giant squid in the middle of a city. Then [Jestro] runs into someone, because his dumb ass wasn't watching where he was going.
"Oh, sorry." He says to the small Mexican girl he pumped into.
"Watch where you're going!" She screamed at him. He pauses and shrugs.
"I just said I was sorry. Chillax."
"Well, you wouldn't have to say sorry if you just watched where you were going in the first place." This was when [Jestro] noticed she had very big lips, he liked them.
"Sorry, I was just distracted by that--"
"Stop saying that!" She cut him off.
"Yo, what the hell is your problem? Why are you acting like a fucking bitch?" [Jestro] asked.
"I am NOT a fucking bitch, I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" She said.
"Well, waku-fuckin-do!"
"What does THAT mean?!" She said, he could hear the attitude in her voice, but wasn't too upset, seeing as how he was a foot taller than her and she was wearing a shirt that showed some cleavage.
"It means get out of the way when us big people are walking, ya dig?" Then her face scrunched up like she had eaten something sour while simultaneously smelling something awful. She just looked at him for a good while. "Hey, I can see down your shirt, just thought I'd let you know."
"Well, stop looking then!" She screamed. "And take off those stupid headphones, they make you look gay. [Jestro] threw his arms in the air.
"I don't even know you, lady! Where's this attitude coming from?"
"OMG! You're being so annoying right now!"
"Are we dating and I'm unaware of it? Is that why you're mad? Do you think I'm ignoring you, or what?"
"Take those headphones off and leave me alone!" She screamed, everyone walking by was staring.
"I NEVER take these off, they give me special powers." [Jestro] said only half kidding.
"You're dumb. OKAY, BYE!" She screamed again. Just then [Jestro]'s big ass headphone picked up a signal, similar to Spiderman's Spidey Sense. He spun around [He was standing between a wall, covered in art and a window that showed the beautiful campus] and saw a hammer spinning through the air.
Back to Ω and 김재민 who were both receiving a text message.
Former Guild member, Baltazar has gone AWAL. Anyone at Pompey High should consider him EXTREMELY dangerous!!! The current price of his head is 25,000 US dollars. Today's word of the day is: Blasphemy.
-The Guild
"Shit! Baltazar is here!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I gotta get to him before that bitch boy, [Jestro]!" Ω said standing up and cracking his neck.
Back to [Jestro].
He saw the hammer flying toward him, he grabbed the angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips, with one arm and moved her behind him. With his other arm, he blocked the hammer.
"Everybody get down!" He screamed as it hit the window.
BOOM!!!!
The entire hallway shook and the windows all shattered. The hammer hit [Jestro] forearm [covered by the suit] but still caused him to slide backwards. The angry yet stunningly attractive Mexican girl with the big lips hit the wall as did everyone else in the hallway.
"What the fuck is up today?" [Jestro] asked assessing the situation. He looked around the hallway, everyone was now on the ground and moaning in pain, some people were crying. He then looked out the window and saw a figure standing in the middle of the Quad with another hammer.
"Who the fuck is this guy!?" [Jestro] asked himself, then felt the text go off. "Oh, great." He turned back to check on the Mexican girl with the big lips, you know, the angry one who's stunningly attractive? Yeah, her. She was looking up at him, still looking pissed off, but now a little in shock. "We'll finish this later." He said and touched his headphone, the rest of his body was now covered. He leaped out of the window.
DJ Machete plays "Hello Fascination" by Breathe Carolina.
[Jestro] slides down the decline towards the Quad, all the while firing two revolvers at Baltazar. [Note: The center of Pompey High is a giant square known as the Quad, it's roughly 100 yards lower than the rest of the campus. It's main function is to be a "hangout spot" for the students, and since it's in the center of school, The Yellow Jackets don't have to worry about people ditching. Surrounding the quad are gardens and patches of vegetation on the declines leading down to it. Luckily, [Jestro] was near the ice plant patch, so he's flying down that bad boy.]
[Jestro] notices that Baltazar is deflecting all the bullets with a sword, an ordinary katana. Then [Jestro] sees his boys rushing toward Baltazar. 김재민 gets to Baltazar first and unsheathes a katana he had somewhere on his person. The two of them start slashing at each other. They're both evenly matched, blocking and jumping exactly when the other expects it. Then Ω rushed in and started helping 김재민. They had him flanked, but Baltazar knew his sword well and was able to hold his own. 김재민 sliced down on top of Baltazar who blocked it with his own, holding it so the two blades formed a "T". Baltazar then smashed 김재민 in the chest with his free hand, then without losing a beat flipped his sword around [back scratcher] and blocked a slash from Ω. Baltazar reached backwards with his free hand and slapped Ω in the face. Ω stumbled backwards as [Jestro] ran into the fight. Baltazar tossed his katana into the air, spun around, pulled his remaining hammer from off of his back, and hit [Jestro] with it. The hammer connected directly onto [Jestro] chin and sent the poor bastard flying into the air, a few hundred feet into the air. Baltazar put his hammer back on his back and caught his falling katana just in time to block another slice from 김재민.
"Fuck! You're too good!" 김재민 said as they pressed their weight against one another.
"It's cuz I'm half Asian." Baltazar admitted.
"Really!?" 김재민 shouted. "So am I!"
"That's pretty awesome, dude!" Baltazar chuckled, then shoulder checked 김재민, sending him stumbling. Baltazar spun around, let his blade spark against the hard concrete, and the sliced upwards at the charging Ω. Ω dodged it and while moving past Baltazar, punched him in the kidney. Ω fell onto his shoulder and rolled, just as he was about to land of his feet 김재민 caught one and threw him high into the air. 김재민 charged Baltazar and swung wide, crossing his body, missed, then swung back in the opposite direction and sliced Baltazar's shirt. Then Ω slammed down behind Baltazar who back handsrpinged over him.
"Fuck!" Ω shouted. Baltazar took off running. 김재민 saw this and reverse gripped his katana and chucked it like a spear. The katana landed in Baltazar's back, he screamed and fell on one knee.
"I got him!" 김재민 cheered. Then he saw something falling from the sky. "What the hell is that?"
"Fuck! No, he's gonna get the kill!" Ω screamed. "It's fucking [Jestro]!"
[Jestro] slammed down on Baltazar, who tried absorbing the force with his katan, instead it just shattered. [Jestro] punched with his right, then a left hook. Then as he pulled his right arm back for another punch, it glitched out and pulsated.
BOOM!
The force of that hammer punch shattered the concrete surrounding them. Ω rushed up to the fight and sliced Blatazar's head off.
"Yeah! I got the kill!" He giggled.
"No way! I did!" [Jestro] said, standing up.
"There's only one way to find out." Ω said and took his phone out, [Jestro] brought his Guild statemnt up on his internal monitor.
Kill bonus for Baltazar: [Sir_Jestro]
Overkill bonus for Baltazar: Ω
Assisted bonus for Baltazar: 김재민
"Overkill bonus!? What the fuck is that!?" Ω shouted.
"Its what you got." [Jestro] said with a laugh.
"Fuck you!" Ω shouted.
Then they bother heard 김재민 shouting.
"What's he going on about?" [Jestro] asked.
"Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops, cops!" 김재민 screamed as all three of them rn off campus.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter One]
"Take me far away." She said.
I had the pistol pressed against her forehead, the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks made her look like a burnt china doll. She was still hiccuping between her sobs even after I pulled the trigger. Her head plopped down, blood pouring in between her breasts from the tiny little hole in her forehead, two silver dollars fall onto the floor. I looked at the wall behind her, the once off-white color was splattered with her thoughts and life liquid. I could read her whole life in that red Rorschach.
Her favorite color was orange.
She loved dogs.
She enjoyed reading.
She came from a dysfunctional family.
I kneel down and pick the silver dollars off the floor. I look at her. Now she's nothing more than maggot food, her energy will be given back to the earth and used to make something else, a flower maybe.
I turn to leave, before I walk out the door I take one last look at my work. There standing against the wall I see a Death Watch, its reading her life too. I shrug and walk out.
This is my life. A life of death and pain. In this scab covered world, people have forgotten how to bleed. Closed up like clams, they only begin to act human when they see me. I take away their pain, release them from their human bonds, free them. But once that's been done, its up to them to choose what happens, I'm the end of the beginning, the one who pays the ferry man.
As I walk down the hallway an old woman sees me.
"Oh, are you friends with Louise?"
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't know who Louise is." I reply politely.
"Well, I could have sworn I saw you come out of her apartment."
"Not me, Ma'am. I just turned the corner now." I tell her.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me again. I apologize, dear." She says with a smile. I walk away. They'll find her in the morning, by then my face will have been forgotten.
Outside:
The night sky is fuzzy, the stars look wavy like torches. I start to count them but lose track after I get to seventy-two. I look down at my watch, shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and walk towards the subway station in a hurry.
I buy my ticket, wait with all the others, stand alongside them; go through the motions. Now all I do is wait.
"Hey, Baby let me take you home, girl." Someone says, his voice resonates over the low murmurs of the subway.
"Fuck you, Nigga'! I told you already I don't wantcho' broke ass!" A female voice replies just as loud.
"You best learn some respect, bitch!" The male voice says. The other riders are becoming uneasy.
"Whatchoo' know 'bout respect? All up in my grill like you gotta chance. Nigga' please!" She says.
"You keep givin' me this lip and I'm 'bout to show yo' ass a lil' 'bout respect."
"Keep talkin', Nigga. Keep talkin'." Then a loud smack followed and the rest of the riders all tighten up and look everywhere but where their ears are focused.
"HELL NO!" She screams.
"Sitcho' ass down, slut." The male voice screams.
"Slut!?"
"You heard me, bitch. Or do I gotta give you a lesson in hearin' too?" He asks, rhetorically, no doubt. Then the sounds of a struggle.
"No, uh! Get--off! Ah! Stop it!" She screams, everyone beside me is tense and too afraid to do anything.
My watch buzzes, it's time to get to work. Just as I move a man somewhere behind me moves as well. We weave through the crowd of uncomfortable passengers, I get to the scene first. I see the man on top of the girl thrusting into her, his pants lowered to his thighs. He's grunting, I see her eyes, they're rolling in the back of her head, trying to block out this horrendous experience. The man behind me must now be seeing this because he raises his voice.
"That's enough! Get the fuck off of her!" The first man turn to look at the second.
"Get lost, dog!" He shouts, still thrusting.
"You make me sick!" The second screams. I walk beside the first man and place my right hand on his.
"Step back motha'fucka'!" The first screams, I assist his arm into his sweater pocket and help him pull out a "glock" as they call it.
"You coward!" The second man screams and charges. My finger slides around the trigger and I pull it, the second man falls to the floor. The entire car screams and it suddenly comes to a stop. People flood out of the opening doors, leaving just me, the dead body and the rape scene. I straighten myself out, crack my neck and kneel down beside the dead body of the second man. I search through his pockets and take two dollars from his wallet, then I leave the subway car.
I walk out of the station and look up at the stars. I get to sixty-four and lose my place. I shrug and glance down at my watch. I start quickly walking towards the crosswalk some ways away ahead of me.
"Excuse me, sir." An old decrepit voice asks me. "But can you spare some change for an old man?" I pause, think for a moment.
"Sure." I hand the man a dollar. "But be careful, people have killed for this."
"Thank you, sir. God bless." He says, joy radiating from his voice like heat from an oven.
I reach the crosswalk and start counting the cars.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Got it.
I walk to the fourth car from the crosswalk, stopped behind a red light. I open the passenger side door, close it, and put my seatbelt on.
"No, Robert!" The woman driving screams into her phone, I notice she isn't wearing her seatbelt.. "I'm picking up Dillan from school today and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She pauses for a second, her fists squeezing the steering wheel. "Because I'm his mother!...He needs to spend time with his mother, not that twenty nine year old kid you've been fucking!...Because she's not his mother, I am! Ugh! Robert, we are not having this conversation again!...Robert! She's only ten years older than him, she has no place acting like his mother, I don't care if you're dating her!" The conversation continued this way for a few minutes until my watch starting buzzing. I looked out the windows and began.
I placed my hand over the woman's eyes and held her right hand with my own, slowly veering to the left. I removed my hand from her eyes.
She screamed and I pulled the steering wheel violently to the right. Then we slammed into a car crossing an intersection. Both of us flew forward, but I was instantly pulled back into my seat by the seatbelt, she wasn't so fortunate.
After the air bag deflated I got out to assess the situation. The woman I was riding with flew over the car we hit, slid across the center of the intersection, and was ran over by a semi-truck. I walk to the car we hit, around to the driver's window. I reach in and pull the guy's wallet out and take a ten, I give him change and toss his wallet back into the car. Then I walk into the center of the intersection to the crushed woman I was, only moments ago, sitting next to. She's covered in blood as red as a California sunset, its beautiful. She lived a peaceful life. I roll her torso onto it's back, and dig into her bra. I remove two dollars from it and roll her torso back onto it's stomach. Then I walk onto the sidewalk and head for a diner.
As I walk I look up at the stars and start counting them. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine...damn, did I already count that one? I shrug. The sun will be rising in the next ten minutes, and I need some coffee.
This is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
-Sir Jestro
I had the pistol pressed against her forehead, the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks made her look like a burnt china doll. She was still hiccuping between her sobs even after I pulled the trigger. Her head plopped down, blood pouring in between her breasts from the tiny little hole in her forehead, two silver dollars fall onto the floor. I looked at the wall behind her, the once off-white color was splattered with her thoughts and life liquid. I could read her whole life in that red Rorschach.
Her favorite color was orange.
She loved dogs.
She enjoyed reading.
She came from a dysfunctional family.
I kneel down and pick the silver dollars off the floor. I look at her. Now she's nothing more than maggot food, her energy will be given back to the earth and used to make something else, a flower maybe.
I turn to leave, before I walk out the door I take one last look at my work. There standing against the wall I see a Death Watch, its reading her life too. I shrug and walk out.
This is my life. A life of death and pain. In this scab covered world, people have forgotten how to bleed. Closed up like clams, they only begin to act human when they see me. I take away their pain, release them from their human bonds, free them. But once that's been done, its up to them to choose what happens, I'm the end of the beginning, the one who pays the ferry man.
As I walk down the hallway an old woman sees me.
"Oh, are you friends with Louise?"
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I don't know who Louise is." I reply politely.
"Well, I could have sworn I saw you come out of her apartment."
"Not me, Ma'am. I just turned the corner now." I tell her.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me again. I apologize, dear." She says with a smile. I walk away. They'll find her in the morning, by then my face will have been forgotten.
Outside:
The night sky is fuzzy, the stars look wavy like torches. I start to count them but lose track after I get to seventy-two. I look down at my watch, shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets and walk towards the subway station in a hurry.
I buy my ticket, wait with all the others, stand alongside them; go through the motions. Now all I do is wait.
"Hey, Baby let me take you home, girl." Someone says, his voice resonates over the low murmurs of the subway.
"Fuck you, Nigga'! I told you already I don't wantcho' broke ass!" A female voice replies just as loud.
"You best learn some respect, bitch!" The male voice says. The other riders are becoming uneasy.
"Whatchoo' know 'bout respect? All up in my grill like you gotta chance. Nigga' please!" She says.
"You keep givin' me this lip and I'm 'bout to show yo' ass a lil' 'bout respect."
"Keep talkin', Nigga. Keep talkin'." Then a loud smack followed and the rest of the riders all tighten up and look everywhere but where their ears are focused.
"HELL NO!" She screams.
"Sitcho' ass down, slut." The male voice screams.
"Slut!?"
"You heard me, bitch. Or do I gotta give you a lesson in hearin' too?" He asks, rhetorically, no doubt. Then the sounds of a struggle.
"No, uh! Get--off! Ah! Stop it!" She screams, everyone beside me is tense and too afraid to do anything.
My watch buzzes, it's time to get to work. Just as I move a man somewhere behind me moves as well. We weave through the crowd of uncomfortable passengers, I get to the scene first. I see the man on top of the girl thrusting into her, his pants lowered to his thighs. He's grunting, I see her eyes, they're rolling in the back of her head, trying to block out this horrendous experience. The man behind me must now be seeing this because he raises his voice.
"That's enough! Get the fuck off of her!" The first man turn to look at the second.
"Get lost, dog!" He shouts, still thrusting.
"You make me sick!" The second screams. I walk beside the first man and place my right hand on his.
"Step back motha'fucka'!" The first screams, I assist his arm into his sweater pocket and help him pull out a "glock" as they call it.
"You coward!" The second man screams and charges. My finger slides around the trigger and I pull it, the second man falls to the floor. The entire car screams and it suddenly comes to a stop. People flood out of the opening doors, leaving just me, the dead body and the rape scene. I straighten myself out, crack my neck and kneel down beside the dead body of the second man. I search through his pockets and take two dollars from his wallet, then I leave the subway car.
I walk out of the station and look up at the stars. I get to sixty-four and lose my place. I shrug and glance down at my watch. I start quickly walking towards the crosswalk some ways away ahead of me.
"Excuse me, sir." An old decrepit voice asks me. "But can you spare some change for an old man?" I pause, think for a moment.
"Sure." I hand the man a dollar. "But be careful, people have killed for this."
"Thank you, sir. God bless." He says, joy radiating from his voice like heat from an oven.
I reach the crosswalk and start counting the cars.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Got it.
I walk to the fourth car from the crosswalk, stopped behind a red light. I open the passenger side door, close it, and put my seatbelt on.
"No, Robert!" The woman driving screams into her phone, I notice she isn't wearing her seatbelt.. "I'm picking up Dillan from school today and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She pauses for a second, her fists squeezing the steering wheel. "Because I'm his mother!...He needs to spend time with his mother, not that twenty nine year old kid you've been fucking!...Because she's not his mother, I am! Ugh! Robert, we are not having this conversation again!...Robert! She's only ten years older than him, she has no place acting like his mother, I don't care if you're dating her!" The conversation continued this way for a few minutes until my watch starting buzzing. I looked out the windows and began.
I placed my hand over the woman's eyes and held her right hand with my own, slowly veering to the left. I removed my hand from her eyes.
She screamed and I pulled the steering wheel violently to the right. Then we slammed into a car crossing an intersection. Both of us flew forward, but I was instantly pulled back into my seat by the seatbelt, she wasn't so fortunate.
After the air bag deflated I got out to assess the situation. The woman I was riding with flew over the car we hit, slid across the center of the intersection, and was ran over by a semi-truck. I walk to the car we hit, around to the driver's window. I reach in and pull the guy's wallet out and take a ten, I give him change and toss his wallet back into the car. Then I walk into the center of the intersection to the crushed woman I was, only moments ago, sitting next to. She's covered in blood as red as a California sunset, its beautiful. She lived a peaceful life. I roll her torso onto it's back, and dig into her bra. I remove two dollars from it and roll her torso back onto it's stomach. Then I walk onto the sidewalk and head for a diner.
As I walk I look up at the stars and start counting them. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine...damn, did I already count that one? I shrug. The sun will be rising in the next ten minutes, and I need some coffee.
This is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
-Sir Jestro
Forgotten
The sky has fallen down,
Crashed deep into the sea,
Far past the line of sight,
In this world beyond dreams.
In a feral vision of the world,
I see its true face,
Stained with vanity, arrogance, and lust,
This world has become such a disgrace.
All that was once beautiful is now a pile of shame,
Those with hearts left forgotten and for dead,
The tides of self-esteem are at their lowest,
No ears listen to what's being said.
"Blah, blah, blah, I miss you."
-Sir Jestro
Crashed deep into the sea,
Far past the line of sight,
In this world beyond dreams.
In a feral vision of the world,
I see its true face,
Stained with vanity, arrogance, and lust,
This world has become such a disgrace.
All that was once beautiful is now a pile of shame,
Those with hearts left forgotten and for dead,
The tides of self-esteem are at their lowest,
No ears listen to what's being said.
"Blah, blah, blah, I miss you."
-Sir Jestro
Something that will never become anything; an aborted baby
Let me paint you a picture:
The town I live in has changed so much since any of you reading this have seen it, that it seems completely pointless to name it. But without details, one cannot fully grasp the significance of how different my world is to yours.
We live near the American-Canadian border, in a place that snows and rains and always has a grey, overcast sky. I only ever see sunshine in movies or pictures of California, but even through the glass and light bulbs, I can feel the warming heat of the sun's golden yellow rays.
Parts of our city have been completely forgotten by the adults from all around, as if they don't want to acknowledge all of our pasts. Instead they've filled every other square inch of the city with shopping malls and track homes. As far as the eye can see, a crisscross of perfectly aligned homes, divided only by roads, and color coordinated by neighborhood. Somewhere down the way, I can see a WalMart sign illuminating a crowded parking lot--filled to the brim with mini vans.
This town disgusts me, as is a typical response by people of my age group. We teens are looked down upon as rebellious fiends, incapable of any real understanding of the world. But that, dear readers, is where you and the adults in this town are wrong.
-Sir Jestro
The town I live in has changed so much since any of you reading this have seen it, that it seems completely pointless to name it. But without details, one cannot fully grasp the significance of how different my world is to yours.
We live near the American-Canadian border, in a place that snows and rains and always has a grey, overcast sky. I only ever see sunshine in movies or pictures of California, but even through the glass and light bulbs, I can feel the warming heat of the sun's golden yellow rays.
Parts of our city have been completely forgotten by the adults from all around, as if they don't want to acknowledge all of our pasts. Instead they've filled every other square inch of the city with shopping malls and track homes. As far as the eye can see, a crisscross of perfectly aligned homes, divided only by roads, and color coordinated by neighborhood. Somewhere down the way, I can see a WalMart sign illuminating a crowded parking lot--filled to the brim with mini vans.
This town disgusts me, as is a typical response by people of my age group. We teens are looked down upon as rebellious fiends, incapable of any real understanding of the world. But that, dear readers, is where you and the adults in this town are wrong.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 3 [Part Two]
"Here's Johnny!" [EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed as he pointed and fired a small alien weapon at our heroes. DJ Machete is still playing 'Evolution' by Girugamesh or for those of you who speak Japanese ギルガメッシュ.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] fired the tiny ray gun at 김재민 who jumped out of the way. He twirled around in the air, spinning gracefully towards a semi truck. He grabbed a hold of it and held on. Ω took this opportunity and ran towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe]. With one effortless motion Ω sliced [EsTe-Tr@nCe]'s right arm off.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed and covered his arm and fell inside the tank.
"Yeah, how'd that taste you fuckin' bitch!?" Ω screamed still holding on to the top of the tank. Just then Ω shut his mouth, narrowing his brow.
"SFG sense tingling!" He screamed and without a moment's hesitation, back flipped. In that very same moment the entire tank transformed in front of all observers' eyes.
"Oh, shit..." C41212105 said in a monotone voice filled with awe. His foot eased off of the pedal and he coasted toward to shoulder of the road.
Still flipping through the air Ω threw his beam katana like a boomerang at the giant robot. The beam katana connected to the robot a few times, but delivered no serious damage to it. Ω landed on the ground, both legs squatting, one arm outstretched, fingers delicately pressing against the hot pavement, and the other held upward waiting for his beam katana to return. Just as it did the giant robot looked at Ω, but was instantly struck across the face. The devastating blow shattered the torso of the robot, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.
"Arhg!?" Ω screamed in disbelief. It was none other than 김재민, who landed next to Ω.
"Hey, you ugly son of a bitch!." 김재민 said. " Get your fat ass up! We've got a super villain to pwn, let's get to it."
"Hey, jackass!" Ω shouted, ignoring the towering one armed behemoth in front of him, preparing to crush he and his Korean friend. "I might be a lot of things, but ugly is not one of them!" Somewhere **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** is laughing. Ω rushed towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe], beam katana drawn. He ran up to one of his massive legs and sliced at it.
The armor covering seemed to be made out of nothing less than cortosis, which we all know is the ONLY thing a beam katana can't cut through.
"Hacks!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana on the ground in front of him. He bent over and started screaming his lungs out. "Fuck this! This shit isn't fair!" There's no doubt that every other member of the SFG Crew were laughing at this point, [Jestro] included, God rest his soul.
"Who wants an Ω pancake!?" The giant robot asked as it lifted it's leg.
"Fuck this noise!" Ω screamed and force pushed the robot's other leg. The robot fell to the earth with a crushing force. 김재민 leaped on top of the fallen giant, penetrating the armor with his quarterstaff. Then a flash of white light escaped from the robot, and the world went silent.
"Get the hell outta there 김재민!" Ω screamed as the giant robot exploded.
KA BOOM!!!
"김재민!?" The Greek one screamed. He looked all around the now destroyed road. Then he looked into the sky and saw the Half Korean falling from the heavens.
"Woohoo!!!" 김재민 screamed. Then he gracefully landed on the destroyed street. "What up, ugly?"
"What the fuck happened?" Ω asked.
"Oh, well you see, this is what happened..."
FLASHBACK!!!
"Well, you remember after I called you fat and ugly? Yeah, well then I attacked that robot, by slamming my staff into it's chest. Well, then I heard something inside, like it was moving, like the robot, which was at one time a tank, then it -- as a tank, transformed into a robot of gundam-like proportions. Then, ans this was all after I slammed into it, after me, C41212105 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** were laughing at your fatass, because you're ugly and were throwing a fit, like a little baby or some shit like that. Well, after that part I heard the robot preparing to transform again. Only this time it was more like the center part of it, beneath the massive robotic shell, was going to eject from the whole, or the "mothership" if you will.
"Well, as that was happening I had the great idea -- and I take all the credit for this, to jump onto the tiny space craft, that's what was inside, by the way, and follow [EsTe-Tr@nCe] to where ever he was going. Now was this an easy task, you ask? Well, jumping onto the space craft, yes. That part was easy, but what comes next wasn't as easy, but as you can see, I made it out in one piece.
"So I jump and grab onto this bitch as he's taking off and it was all like "Whoosh!" and so I'm like, "Oh, shit son! I'd better hang on!" So I'm hanging on, and my legs, they're like flying around, and I'm like screaming and the space craft is still all like "Whoosh!". So then we must have hit the Stratosphere, I'm guessing maybe 51 to 55 kilometers in the sky, when I realize, "Holy shit, 김재민, you're on Kevin's level now!" That being said, I decide that this space craft might very well freeze with me holding on, and that would not be good for me, like for my skin. I don't wanna get my fingers cut off and shit like that. So I jump off the space craft, why? Not because I'm a bitch that can't handle a little bit of ice, but because I'm a bitch that can't handle a LOT of ice. I might be a lot of things, but Goku is not one of them, okay?
"As I'm preparing to jump off and fall to my death, I think to myself again, "Holy shit, 김재민, this is [EsTe-Tr@nCe] inside of this thing. That guy is crazy and turned you crazy in the last season of SFG (Whoops! Fourth wall destroyed!) get your ass outta there!" So right before I jump I stab my staff into the space craft and then do a backflip....
"Then that's where your ugly ass face came in." 김재민 said.
Ω was quite for a long time.
"That story was fucking stupid and a waste of my fucking time!" He screamed at 김재민.
"Hey, don't get mad at me the fans like longer chapters!" 김재민 said defending himself.
"Whatever, we're going to miss our flight, let's go!" Ω said walking towards C41212105's vehicle.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go!" 김재민 said quickly following him.
"Hey, guys. What the hell happened?" C41212105 asked as the two got in the car.
"Well, you remember after I called Ω fat and ugly?" 김재민 asked.
"Yeah." C41212105 said.
"It's funny cuz it's true." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** chuckled her old man laugh.
"Shut up!" Ω screamed.
"Whatever, so the robot blew up and you know that one scene in The Wizard Of Oz... when the flying monkeys pull apart the scarecrow? That's what it was like."
-Sir Jestro
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] fired the tiny ray gun at 김재민 who jumped out of the way. He twirled around in the air, spinning gracefully towards a semi truck. He grabbed a hold of it and held on. Ω took this opportunity and ran towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe]. With one effortless motion Ω sliced [EsTe-Tr@nCe]'s right arm off.
[EsTe-Tr@nCe] screamed and covered his arm and fell inside the tank.
"Yeah, how'd that taste you fuckin' bitch!?" Ω screamed still holding on to the top of the tank. Just then Ω shut his mouth, narrowing his brow.
"SFG sense tingling!" He screamed and without a moment's hesitation, back flipped. In that very same moment the entire tank transformed in front of all observers' eyes.
"Oh, shit..." C41212105 said in a monotone voice filled with awe. His foot eased off of the pedal and he coasted toward to shoulder of the road.
Still flipping through the air Ω threw his beam katana like a boomerang at the giant robot. The beam katana connected to the robot a few times, but delivered no serious damage to it. Ω landed on the ground, both legs squatting, one arm outstretched, fingers delicately pressing against the hot pavement, and the other held upward waiting for his beam katana to return. Just as it did the giant robot looked at Ω, but was instantly struck across the face. The devastating blow shattered the torso of the robot, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.
"Arhg!?" Ω screamed in disbelief. It was none other than 김재민, who landed next to Ω.
"Hey, you ugly son of a bitch!." 김재민 said. " Get your fat ass up! We've got a super villain to pwn, let's get to it."
"Hey, jackass!" Ω shouted, ignoring the towering one armed behemoth in front of him, preparing to crush he and his Korean friend. "I might be a lot of things, but ugly is not one of them!" Somewhere **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** is laughing. Ω rushed towards [EsTe-Tr@nCe], beam katana drawn. He ran up to one of his massive legs and sliced at it.
The armor covering seemed to be made out of nothing less than cortosis, which we all know is the ONLY thing a beam katana can't cut through.
"Hacks!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana on the ground in front of him. He bent over and started screaming his lungs out. "Fuck this! This shit isn't fair!" There's no doubt that every other member of the SFG Crew were laughing at this point, [Jestro] included, God rest his soul.
"Who wants an Ω pancake!?" The giant robot asked as it lifted it's leg.
"Fuck this noise!" Ω screamed and force pushed the robot's other leg. The robot fell to the earth with a crushing force. 김재민 leaped on top of the fallen giant, penetrating the armor with his quarterstaff. Then a flash of white light escaped from the robot, and the world went silent.
"Get the hell outta there 김재민!" Ω screamed as the giant robot exploded.
KA BOOM!!!
"김재민!?" The Greek one screamed. He looked all around the now destroyed road. Then he looked into the sky and saw the Half Korean falling from the heavens.
"Woohoo!!!" 김재민 screamed. Then he gracefully landed on the destroyed street. "What up, ugly?"
"What the fuck happened?" Ω asked.
"Oh, well you see, this is what happened..."
FLASHBACK!!!
"Well, you remember after I called you fat and ugly? Yeah, well then I attacked that robot, by slamming my staff into it's chest. Well, then I heard something inside, like it was moving, like the robot, which was at one time a tank, then it -- as a tank, transformed into a robot of gundam-like proportions. Then, ans this was all after I slammed into it, after me, C41212105 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** were laughing at your fatass, because you're ugly and were throwing a fit, like a little baby or some shit like that. Well, after that part I heard the robot preparing to transform again. Only this time it was more like the center part of it, beneath the massive robotic shell, was going to eject from the whole, or the "mothership" if you will.
"Well, as that was happening I had the great idea -- and I take all the credit for this, to jump onto the tiny space craft, that's what was inside, by the way, and follow [EsTe-Tr@nCe] to where ever he was going. Now was this an easy task, you ask? Well, jumping onto the space craft, yes. That part was easy, but what comes next wasn't as easy, but as you can see, I made it out in one piece.
"So I jump and grab onto this bitch as he's taking off and it was all like "Whoosh!" and so I'm like, "Oh, shit son! I'd better hang on!" So I'm hanging on, and my legs, they're like flying around, and I'm like screaming and the space craft is still all like "Whoosh!". So then we must have hit the Stratosphere, I'm guessing maybe 51 to 55 kilometers in the sky, when I realize, "Holy shit, 김재민, you're on Kevin's level now!" That being said, I decide that this space craft might very well freeze with me holding on, and that would not be good for me, like for my skin. I don't wanna get my fingers cut off and shit like that. So I jump off the space craft, why? Not because I'm a bitch that can't handle a little bit of ice, but because I'm a bitch that can't handle a LOT of ice. I might be a lot of things, but Goku is not one of them, okay?
"As I'm preparing to jump off and fall to my death, I think to myself again, "Holy shit, 김재민, this is [EsTe-Tr@nCe] inside of this thing. That guy is crazy and turned you crazy in the last season of SFG (Whoops! Fourth wall destroyed!) get your ass outta there!" So right before I jump I stab my staff into the space craft and then do a backflip....
"Then that's where your ugly ass face came in." 김재민 said.
Ω was quite for a long time.
"That story was fucking stupid and a waste of my fucking time!" He screamed at 김재민.
"Hey, don't get mad at me the fans like longer chapters!" 김재민 said defending himself.
"Whatever, we're going to miss our flight, let's go!" Ω said walking towards C41212105's vehicle.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go!" 김재민 said quickly following him.
"Hey, guys. What the hell happened?" C41212105 asked as the two got in the car.
"Well, you remember after I called Ω fat and ugly?" 김재민 asked.
"Yeah." C41212105 said.
"It's funny cuz it's true." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** chuckled her old man laugh.
"Shut up!" Ω screamed.
"Whatever, so the robot blew up and you know that one scene in The Wizard Of Oz... when the flying monkeys pull apart the scarecrow? That's what it was like."
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Repulsion
Stop,
Flabbergasted decay falling off your bones,
Incoherent like the cries of babies,
Calling to deaf mothers,
Drinking poisoned milk.
The stench of fornication lingers on your clothes,
Rancid and repulsive with the seeds of others,
Every fiber coated in aborted generations,
Decapitated youths slither down the drain as you rise yourself clean.
These eyes follow yours,
But yours ignore,
How many will sleep tonight,
In the arms of the one's they love?
Solitary,
Bound by chains of self-doubt and hatred,
My blood is turning cold,
My skin crawls.
In the presence of you.
-Sir Jestro
Flabbergasted decay falling off your bones,
Incoherent like the cries of babies,
Calling to deaf mothers,
Drinking poisoned milk.
The stench of fornication lingers on your clothes,
Rancid and repulsive with the seeds of others,
Every fiber coated in aborted generations,
Decapitated youths slither down the drain as you rise yourself clean.
These eyes follow yours,
But yours ignore,
How many will sleep tonight,
In the arms of the one's they love?
Solitary,
Bound by chains of self-doubt and hatred,
My blood is turning cold,
My skin crawls.
In the presence of you.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, November 06, 2009
ROBOTS!?
Alright, disregard the post below.
A story is finally starting to come together within the dark confides of my imagination box. The fragments are slowly being drawn toward each other, like the beginning of the universe.
Anyone who's been talking to me for the past couple of days can probably guess what the theme of this new story will be, super powers and...stuff. I've come up with so many amazing powers I wish the protagonists could have, but that wouldn't give them much to do, gotta have antagonists. So I'll be narrowing down the powers to a top three and all the rest get to go to villains, YAY!
After that, coming up with a world (which I've been trying to do, I want to take it away from Pompey and the world I'm comfortable writing in) and conflicts for the protagonists to find themselves in, should be fun.
I also want this story to be more, mature but still have some of the magic and joy that SFG has, but don't expect too many similarities.
I was at a standstill until a few words floated to the top of my thoughts. Someone I care very dearly for once asked me if I thought the world was truly round. With just that simple question: "Do you think the world is really round?" my project took true form. Thank you, Liz. I think we can both agree, I give you too much credit. :P
Please enjoy and expect something, maybe just a teaser or a preview in the next couple of weeks.
-Sir Jestro
A story is finally starting to come together within the dark confides of my imagination box. The fragments are slowly being drawn toward each other, like the beginning of the universe.
Anyone who's been talking to me for the past couple of days can probably guess what the theme of this new story will be, super powers and...stuff. I've come up with so many amazing powers I wish the protagonists could have, but that wouldn't give them much to do, gotta have antagonists. So I'll be narrowing down the powers to a top three and all the rest get to go to villains, YAY!
After that, coming up with a world (which I've been trying to do, I want to take it away from Pompey and the world I'm comfortable writing in) and conflicts for the protagonists to find themselves in, should be fun.
I also want this story to be more, mature but still have some of the magic and joy that SFG has, but don't expect too many similarities.
I was at a standstill until a few words floated to the top of my thoughts. Someone I care very dearly for once asked me if I thought the world was truly round. With just that simple question: "Do you think the world is really round?" my project took true form. Thank you, Liz. I think we can both agree, I give you too much credit. :P
Please enjoy and expect something, maybe just a teaser or a preview in the next couple of weeks.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Bitch.
Shit!
I've been trying to write something post worthy for weeks now, and NOTHING is good. I'm stuck in a dry spell, and it's horrible! What's worse is I'm not having writer's block, I'm probably more inspired than I was back when I was writing Customer Service, back when I was "In love" ...and stuff.
I've got dozens of ideas, but that's just the problem, they're only ideas, fragments. Tiny pieces of something bigger, but that bigger picture isn't anywhere to be seen.
This is frustrating me.
-Sir Jestro
I've been trying to write something post worthy for weeks now, and NOTHING is good. I'm stuck in a dry spell, and it's horrible! What's worse is I'm not having writer's block, I'm probably more inspired than I was back when I was writing Customer Service, back when I was "In love" ...and stuff.
I've got dozens of ideas, but that's just the problem, they're only ideas, fragments. Tiny pieces of something bigger, but that bigger picture isn't anywhere to be seen.
This is frustrating me.
-Sir Jestro
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