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Recover
Recover -- Chapter FourRecoverRecover -- Chapter Four
The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem . . .
Chapter Four: Medicated
There were no clocks or calendars in the Palmacosta Psychopathic Institution.
At least, none that the patients were allowed to see. The insane weren’t considered to have a need for a clock or a calendar, or any way to measure time that wasn’t charting the sun’s position through their windows, and the rounds that the doctors and nurses made. There was also the cycle of meal times, for the patients that were allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the others, but those didn’t a
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Recover -- Chapter ThreeRecoverRecover -- Chapter Three
The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem . . .
Chapter Three: Agonizing Realizations
“Neil! Chocolat!”
Both adults looked bewildered as Lloyd ran toward them, but - much to his joy - there was recognition present in their eyes. His relief increased, flooding through him and filling him with a sense of security. Here - here was someone who understood, two people who could confirm his story! If anyone stood by him in his time of need, Neil and Chocolat would be the ones.
“Hello, Lloyd,” Neil greeted cordially, yet as Lloyd neared,
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Recover -- Chapter OneRecoverRecover -- Chapter One
The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem . . .
Chapter One: Delusional
Lloyd was bewildered.
He was certain that he had fallen asleep in the inn in Heimdall, for he had memorized the ceiling as thoughts about facing Kratos at Origin’s seal sailed through his mind. Yet, as he pushed himself up, he discovered that he was in his bed at Dirk’s house. Even though he was half asleep, worry began to prick at Lloyd’s mind as he realized several things that were off about the entire situation.
For one thing, his swords were nowhere in sight. T
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Recover -- Chapter TwoRecoverRecover -- Chapter Two
The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem . . .
Chapter Two: Down Memory Lane
Lloyd’s head ached terribly, and he felt sick to his stomach.
He had immense difficulty opening his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time they hurt so badly, yet that could have been just because of the discomfort he was in at that moment. He groaned, forcing his eyes to open so that he could see where he was.
The location he saw was not the one he wanted. Lloyd was in a basement of some sort, a rainbow-colored, glowing barrier boxing him into a certain area. T
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Goodbye, SheenaHe’s just so stupid.Goodbye, Sheena
It’s what you tell yourself over and over again. He’s stupid, and you don’t care. He’s not worth your care. He always aggravated you anyway, and he’s just a stupid, stupid idiot who obviously wanted to die, anyway, so why should you care? You shouldn’t, and you don’t.
It’s what you tell yourself over and over again, even though you can only watch through your fingers - through a hand that’s over your face in an effort to hide the tears.
Somehow, in typical fashion for him, he still manages to die with a laugh on his lips and a smile o
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And So Botta Met HimHe had never been one to be stuck in indecision.And So Botta Met Him
In fact, his family had often joked about him having a sort of moral compass embedded in his brain; an internal wiring that told him absolutely which path was right and which was wrong. It was that particular moral compass which drove him away from joining the Desians when they ravaged his home village, seeking new recruits and seeking him, because they had heard about how he drove off a band of traveling humans from killing his family. It was that moral compass which refused to let him run, even though he was on the verge of being killed by the Desians for his continued refusal.
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GossipLloyd was beginning to get more than just a little bit annoyed.Gossip
“Just what are you telling him, Noishe?” Lloyd demanded after the tenth time that Tenebrae - after apparently being told something by Noishe - looked over at Lloyd and then promptly burst into laughter. Lloyd had spent enough years with Noishe to recognize a canine smirk, and as the Centurion of Darkness curled up in the air, shaking with echoing laughter, Lloyd felt his temper flare and spike. “Whatever! Tell him whatever you want, Noishe! Laugh it up, but you’re not getting any supper tonight.”
Lloyd felt spiteful victory as th
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Fifty ExperimentsA fifty sentence/prompt challenge with Richter and Aster.Fifty Experiments
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18. Dream
They were polar opposites, but Richter and Aster’s dream to learn everything there was to learn about the New World was exactly the same.
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22. Journey
Aster loved to travel to complete fieldwork, and Richter loved to see how excited the kid got when the time came to leave.
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14. Music
After they found the Linkite Nut during one of their research outings, Aster couldn’t stop shaking it for days.
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10. Drink &n
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Fifty Sibling SpatsA fifty sentences/prompts challenge for siblings Zelos and Seles Wilder.Fifty Sibling Spats
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39. Solid
Seles was always the solid one, the one who was firm and balanced and followed the straight and narrow, whereas Zelos was always flighty and wild, untamed, too flexible, and completely unpredictable.
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31. Poison
Whenever she spoke to him, her voice was laced with poison, but deep down she hoped he understood she really did care, and that he really meant it when he said that the poison was the cure sometimes.
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38. Snow
Both siblings lear
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25 Random Facts - Kratos1. I feel that this little game is foolish, irrelevant, a waste of time and an invasion of my personal privacy and I am only complying with it to make Lloyd stop whining like a two-year-old deprived of candy.25 Random Facts - Kratos
2. I dislike tomatoes.
3. However, I do like tuna.
4. I do not enjoy sweets or sours.
5. I have never enjoyed school lectures. I am - and have always been - an independent learner.
6. I am not patient, but I know how to be.
7. I do not like being ignored.
8. I do not like animals, with the exception of protozoans.
9. I believe strongly
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25 Random Facts - Colette(1) My name, “Colette,” actually means “necklace.” So it’s pretty fitting that Lloyd made me a necklace for my birthday, isn’t it?25 Random Facts - Colette
(2) I don’t know how to swim. Grandmother said that it was too dangerous for the Chosen to go swimming when I was growing up, so I never learned. But that’s okay, because Lloyd taught me on the Altamira beach!
(3) I’ve been told that I sometimes talk in the angelic language when I sleep. Sheena said I even started singing once! That was pretty embarrassing, but mostly I just felt bad for waking her up.
(4) I can touch my tongue to
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The World Ends With LloydWarning: Even though this doesn’t contain any of the actual characters, this contains lots of spoilers for The World Ends With You. So if you plan on playing it, don’t read this, even though it’s all ToS characters.The World Ends With Lloyd
i. It’s So Wonderful.
Lloyd wasn’t going to try to pretend to know what happened, or why it happened, or what he was even doing there.
He woke up in the middle of a crowded street crossing, with people ignoring him, walking around him as though he wasn’t even there. Two objects were in his hand - a cell phone, which had a text message on it that was telling him t
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CorrespondenceDear Kratos,Correspondence
Your son is an annoying brat, and for leaving me to deal with him in your eternal absence, I wish you nothing but the harshest damnation in Niflheim’s hottest fires.
Sincerely, Yuan
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What has Lloyd done now?
--Kratos
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Dear Kratos,
Lloyd has decided to make it his life’s mission to annoy the living hell out of me. That is to say, he seems to think that I “spend too much time cooped up in my base” and that I “need to get out more.” Apparently he believes that visiting
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Your Model For God - Green“If you’re male . . . your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?” --Tyler Durden, Fight Club.Your Model For God - Green
Part Four: Green
Green was three when his parents separated.
He didn’t really understand what was going on, except that Daisy was crying and Mommy was ushering them away. Daddy was at work, she said, and they would be going to Pallet Town to live with their Grandpa Sam. Green was excited, because he wanted to see Grandpa, but he couldn’t help but ask:
“
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Your Model For God - Red“If you’re male . . . your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?” --Tyler Durden, Fight Club.Your Model For God - Red
Part Three: Red
“Your father is a great Pokèmon trainer!”
It was something he’d heard all his life. As a little boy, he used to stare at pictures of his father, imagining the man battling and winning all sorts of competitions. He used to imagine himself in his father’s shoes, growing up to be a trainer that would make his father beam with pride. &nbs
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Your Model For God - Silver“If you’re male . . . your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?” --Tyler Durden, Fight Club.Your Model For God - Silver
Part Two: Silver
Silver never knew his parents.
His earliest memory was of an orphanage in Goldenrod City, stuck up by the Magnet Train and Radio Tower. It was a shabby, somewhat rundown city that didn’t mesh well at all with the glamour of the rest of the city, filled with screaming children and run by men and women who might have loved children if they didn’t have to p
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| The room was empty. Shadows were thrown across the walls by the streetlamps outside and other unseen sources of light, but aside from the teenage girl lying on the bed, headphones in her ears, there was no one else in the room. The girl turned the volume up on her headphones regardless, almost to a painful level, yet finally sat up suddenly and ripped her earphones out, putting her hands over her ears. "Stop it!" Her voice was loud enough to wake the entire building. "Just stop!" No one answered at first. Then, slowly, there was a resounding chuckled, follow by a slippery chill. She shivered, grabbing her blanket to wrap it around her, trying to ward off the chill so that she could get some sleep. The clock reported that it was four in the morning, and since class was in four hours, sleep was something she desperately needed. The chuckles morphed into snarls, though, and the chill grew more fierce, rippling and snarling just on the inside of her earlobe as something wormed its way down her shirt, prickling across her skin and causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. "It can wait!" she insisted, flopping back down on her bed. The shivering presence on her back thrashed, enraged that it was being laid upon. Groaning, she grabbed her pillow and tugged it over her face. "It can wait until after class tomor - oh, for the love of Martel!" Her blankets were ripped off the bed, and since it was lofted, she couldn't reach down to pick them back up. As she sat up to stare dejectedly at the covers which formed a pile on the floor, her pillow was wrenched from her grasp and thrown across the room. More throaty, growl-like laughter resounded in her ears and her muscles seemed to burn, as if set alive by a fiery touch. Letting out another groan, she slid down, her bare feet hitting the cold floor as she made her way over to her laptop. "Fine, you impatient sons of Kratos," she snarled beneath her breath, pressing the power switch and flopping down into her chair. The laughter was more lighthearted now, and something tickled around her ankles. "Keep me awake all night, why don't you. Just until one page is written, though. Just one page, and then I'm going to bed." The monsters of her imagination purred, content, knowing full well that an entire chapter would be finished before she was allowed to rest again. |
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- Interests: Writing, Music, Games. Tales of Symphonia, Pokemon, ESP and things related to it.
- Favourite movie: Ehh.
- Favourite band or musician: Breaking Benjamin, Within Temptation, Three Days Grace , HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR, Motoi Sakuraba.
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Symphonic Rock and Motoi Sakuraba's video game music.
- Favourite artist: My friend Tina-chan.
- Favourite poet or writer: Rose Zemlya, a.k.a Lady Rose, Chuck Palahniuk
- Favourite photographer: The Tuxedo Team!
- Favourite style of art: Art is art is art.
- Operating System: Windows Vista.
- MP3 player of choice: The ChosenPod
- Shell of choice: Uh . . . Cheese?
- Wallpaper of choice: Ecruteak City
- Skin of choice: My own skin, when it's completely blemish free.
- Favourite game: Tales of Symphonia~
- Favourite gaming platform: All Nintendo systems, PSP, Sega Genesis
- Favourite cartoon character: Currently: Zelos Wilder, Lloyd Irving, Mithos Yggdrasill, Aster Cadder, and Richter Abend
- Personal Quote: "Oh, for fucksake!"
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination, ChosenPod, Laptop
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