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I just got a job offer.
YES. FUCK YES. HELL FUCKING YES.
Time to start posting again.
So, I completely fail at updating my livejournal.
It's not that I haven't been writing. I write all the time. It's just that none of the stories go anywhere. I can't even get a full chapter written. I get a few lines out and then it descends into story notes. Then I get bored and move onto the next idea.
But I figured it wouldn't hurt to share a snippet. The actual snippet is italicized
, while my commentary is plain text.~~~"I wish you wouldn’t do that. You’re getting blood on the carpet again."
Not long ago, you would have jokingly replied that she should just invest in hardwood floors. You haven’t been feeling particularly jovial recently, though, so you simply walk back to the kitchen to wash your hands. Looking down as you return to the living room, you can see the tell tale red drops that mark the path that you took from the front door.
I wrote this about five minutes ago and I have no clue where it came from. It's kind of creepy and I don't know what possessed me to write in second person. Okay, I'll blame Homestuck
This kind of feels almost like the rapport between Helen and Grace from my Ghost Town Fic
, but it doesn't fit the characters. Grace isn't nearly creepy enough to walk around with blood dripping off of her hands.
If I had to claim influences for the creepy character in this, it would be between the Witch
from Left 4 Dead (which I've never even played), Angora from The Meek
(because she's not wearing much, but in a casual, non-sexualized way; I think she used to take off most of her clothes, so that they wouldn't get splattered with blood, though it mostly ends up coating her hands, but now she ...
Yes, muffins. I said I’d been baking a lot, didn’t I?
I’ll start out with saying that I really hated muffins when I was growing up. Why? I’m not entirely sure anymore. I think it has something to do with not liking the taste of muffins made from a mix. Anyway, while I’ve been baking my entire life, I only really started experimenting with muffins this past summer. And, geez, have I made a lot of muffins.
Muffins, it turns out, are pretty simple. They’re a quick bread, so there’s no rising involved, just baking powder and/or baking soda as a leavening agent. You mix the dry ingredients in one bowl, the wet in another, and then fold them together so that they’re just barely incorporated. There’s typically between a 2:1 and 3:1 ratio of flour to sugar, plus a couple of teaspoons of baking powder and half a teaspoon of salt (also ½ tsp. of baking soda if wet ingredients include buttermilk or lemon juice) in the dry ingredients. In the wet ingredients, there’s usually 1 egg, some type of fat (vegetable/canola oil, butter, margarine, or olive oil), and some type of liquid, usually a dairy product (milk, buttermilk, yogurt, sour cream, ricotta cheese). After the wet and dry ingredients are just barely incorporated, you can fold in a cup of just about anything: berries, chopped fruit, chocolate chips, nuts, etc.
Most recently I made Traveler’s Chocolate Muffins, which are basically a dense chocolate cupcake. Before that I made Lemon Ricotta Blueberry Muffins (adapted from a Lemon Ricotta Blackberry recipe, because blackberries are freakishly expensive). I’ve made French Toast Muffins, Strawberry Kiwi Muffins, Coffeecake Muffins, Blueberry Muffins with Lemon Cream Cheese Filling, Strawberry Muffins with Nutella Filling, Buttermilk Blueberry Muffins with Streusel Topping, Lemon Blueberry Muffins made with sour cream, Blueberry Muffins made with yogurt, Cardamom Walnut Muffins, and Honey Cornbread Muffins.
I would l...
And I'm still alive...
Mostly. Just still unemployed and not in a very creative mood. I did have an interview just last week, so at least that's progress.
I have continued to write, because I'm always coming up with stories, but nothing on HSVS or anything previously posted here. Before I write more HSVS I need to rewatch Hard Candy and possibly some of Angel. I've lost my Haley voice.
I haven't been up to much else really. Just applying to jobs and baking a lot. Mostly muffins. Lots and lots of muffins. I should probably do a separate post about muffins. I could probably write a dissertation about them by now.
In other news, I'm going to my first anime convention on Friday (and Saturday and Sunday). And I'll be cosplaying. It should be...different. I meant to finish my costume today, but for all that I have an engineering degree, I cannot get my mom's sewing machine to thread properly. I'll go back to it tomorrow.
That's enough on that for now. Maybe I'll write more on it later. It feels weird to be writing here after so many months of silence. I'll try to keep posting.
Yeah, I don't even know where this came from. It's about a ghost with amnesia.
Before I woke up, there was nothing. Mindless oblivion, and then, suddenly, I was lying on the floor. I hadn’t been sleeping or unconscious, I wasn’t tired in the least, but my eyes were closed. It was dark when I opened them and sat up, except for the flash of lightning that I could see through the window. It was raining hard, too, beating against the window panes. I sat there for a moment, watching the rain fall against the window and the lightning illuminate the forest outside.
There were no lights on inside, so I walked over to a light switch on the wall. It wasn’t until later that I realized I could see in the dark just as easily as I could in daylight. As I reached for the switch, I looked down at myself for the first time. All that I could see of my body, including my hand hovering above the switch, was pale and slightly transparent. Then I realized that couldn’t feel the wooden floor against my bare feet, though they appeared to be resting on it when I looked down at them. My hand went straight through the switch when I cautiously reached for it. It felt wrong somehow, and entirely unfamiliar.
The fact that I was a ghost was my obvious conclusion, though I couldn’t tell you where I drew it from. I didn’t even know my own name or where I was. I walked through the dark house, seeking answers. There were pictures all over the house of a family: a mother, father and two toddlers. There were also newer pictures of a baby. The contents of the house seemed to fit with the expected needs of this young family. Though, again, I couldn’t tell you how I knew how to judge this.
After surveying the house, I sat back down on the floor in the foyer, where I had awakened. Nothing in the house was familiar to me. I had no memories of it or of the people in the pictures throughout it. Staring out th...
Disclaimer: The image that this fic is based is not mine. It was created and copyrighted by Esther Aarts
. I found it through a Google image search and a few characters started talking in my head as I inspected the details of the map. Again, the picture, names, and relative locations are not mine.
This is the aforementioned picture, which can be found here
. It still does not belong to me:
Now, on to the fic. Though it's more of a dialogue snippet, really.~~~
“Oh, no, no, no. I told you, I am never going back to Ghost Town. It’s on the freakin’ River Styx. I hate that place.”
“Too late, I already bought plane tickets. We’re flying in to Broomfields Airport tomorrow night.”
“I hate you so much right now. Tell me we’re not staying at the Bog o’ Nails Inn, everything is saturated with the stench of the Bog of No Return there.”
“Too bad, the Kerberos Ferry will be closed by the time we arrive.”
“Charon Cruises should still be open, though. And I am totally willing to pay extra to not be surrounded by bog stench all night.”
“Alright, what about the Chop Inn, then?”
“Eugh, no. It’s downwind from the Abattoirs and across the street from Bloody Pond. Their combined reek is almost worse than that of the bog. The only reason to ever go to the Chop Inn is for the restaurant, since it gets everything fresh from the Rotten Market.”
“Delightful. How about the Done Inn?”
“Only if you want to be surrounded by a bunch of crazy tourists.”
“Ghost Town has tourists?”
“Yeah, the Done Inn is righ...
I blame the insomnia. I don't even know what this story is called. Beware odd, unedited snippets of dialogue and some story notes ahead:
[Note that all names, plot, everything is subject to change and this is a very, very rough story idea.]
He sputters at the sight of her, then downs the rest of his drink.
"Cider, please, and for him…?"
"Another glass, then. I thought you didn’t drink."
*coins on bar, waving him to corner booth* "Only occasionally and in moderation. Drink up; I have an offer for you."
*pause drinking* "I found my Calling." *more drinking*
"Well, don’t leave me wondering."
"I am to place the true king on the throne of Aetheria."
"Believe me, if I had a choice…" *drinking*
"So you want me to join you. Are you mad, woman?"
"You have the qualifications I’m looking for. Powerful, unattached, not impossible to work with."
"Just because I don’t have family to be held hostage against me by a madman doesn’t mean I’m suicidal like you are. There is nothing I can gain by joining you."
"But what do you have to lose?"
"None of your business. Thanks for the drink, now leave me alone."
"Fine, I’ll drop the subject, but let me finish, at least. Besides I’ve only just started looking, and I have loose ends to tie up before I begin, too."
"So I’m the first one you approached. I’m flattered. Still refusing, but flattered."
"I approached Dacia to scry out the locations of a few potentials. You were just the most conveniently located. I’m headed home before I begin. I need to settle my affairs and make sure my family is adequately protected."
"You have…sisters, don’t you? You’re going to get them all killed, you know."
"Four younger sisters, yes. And they will be pro...
Five hours. Five hours spent in the lab tonight (5-10PM) working on Senior Design. Then, while texting a friend to see if there was any ice cream cake left over from the b-day celebration for her roommate (which I missed earlier tonight, along with dinner and the remnants of my sanity), I tripped over a curb as I was leaving the dark, deserted academic side of campus and may have possibly sprained my ankle.
After several hours of icing my ankle, there is a swollen red knot/bruise forming on my ankle/foot. This could not come at a worse time. I don't have time to go to the student health clinic, I have a test tomorrow. And the day after.
In other news, I meant to work on HSVS this weekend, but it just didn't happen. Try again next weekend.
Is the next story ever going to get written? Maybe.
I finished with school stuff early today (early being 4PM) and figured that I could sit down and try writing the next story, now officially titled "Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer: Damage." Sadly, I was rather brain dead after my day and all I ended up with was story notes. And thoughts on the episode after I watched it several times. So here are they are.
While in the asylum, Dana is given Thorazine, which acts as a sedative. From the taped session (and nurse’s comment), I’m guessing that the dose based on Dana’s body weight is not enough to work as expected on a Slayer. When Dana is escaping, Dr. Rabinaw is holding a syringe filled with a yellow liquid- possibly a fast acting sedative that is used as a tranquilizer. The description of the syringes from the basement that Dana gives is that “yellow makes you weak” and “brown makes you sleepy.” I’m considering that both syringes could contain the same sedative, but that the brown is a higher concentration, and therefore causes unconsciousness, not just sedation. I’m still trying to find an actual sedative that fits this description, but I may just decide not to name it but have Aly theorize about it like I just did.
On Dana's kills:
I’ve also totaled up Dana’s kills. While the decapitation of only one of the asylum orderlies is depicted, the victims from Dana’s escape are later referred to in plural, so I’m assuming she did the same thing to the other one. When Spike is following her scent past the supermarket, a body covered in a bloody sheet is being removed, presumably the security guard that she faced earlier. Then there’s the man at the docks, whose body Andrew trips over. So the total damage that Dana has inflicted is murdering 4 adult men, breaking the arm of one teenage stock boy, and sawing off Spike’s hands.
On Dana's age:
Dr. Rabinaw says that Dana w...
I had one hell of a day today. And I'm serious about the over-sharing personal stuff tag, because ew.
I spent the morning worrying that my sinus infection of two weeks ago (which followed my cold of three weeks ago) had returned. After skipping my morning class and missing work in the lab in order to pretty much continuously blow my nose for 4 hours, I finally managed to blow out the chunk of yellow mucus that had blocked up my right nasal passage and caused so much sinus pain. Very gross. Rather painful. Horrible waste of my morning.
The only thing I managed to accomplish this morning was emailing back and forth with my adviser and one of his grad students to find out that my senior design team was no longer allowed to use our furnace until we figured out why we broke it the last time we used it.
Went to afternoon acting class. Had to perform a 4 minute scene without a script. Did alright except stress from my senior design project bled into my acting as a fearful, paranoid, hypochondriac. Took a while to calm down after that. At least I got to scream several times during the scene.
Left immediately after class to track down adviser. Manage to convince him to let us use the furnace with my theory of what went wrong and how we will fix it. Left adviser to wait in the sketchy MSE basement lounge until a meeting with my Senior Design Professor. Note that it is a bad idea to ask me about what is going wrong with senior design because I will get more and more worked up about it and begin to rant. As I am rather a quiet person, this is never a good sign.
Went straight to the lab. Had to attend a webinar at the same time while making samples. Spent two hours in the lab to make 6 samples and get them started in the furnace, with computers blaring about Congressional Visits Day (the topic of the webinar) in the background the whole time. Took short break to eat cold pizza for dinner, acquired from a design showcase taking place ...
Really, I'm just procrastinating writing the next story.
The Birth of Haley Stark
Summary: How does a teenage girl even begin to go about tracking down and murdering a pedophile?
The Calling of Haley Stark
Summary: It had been a strange couple of months in L.A. And then, one day, everything changed.
-Calling, first encounter with a vampire, leave L.A. to go to Cleveland for a couple months.
Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer
Summary (as of now): The trouble with being auxiliary support.
-Aly meets Angel and Co. as Haley, helps track down Dana.
-First use of “Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer.”
HSVS: A Hole in the World
Aly tries to help save Fred.
-Aly, as Haley, is visiting Fred and Lorne for lunch the day that Fred is exposed to Illyria’s essence.
Summary: Aly felt the bottom of her stomach drop out when she saw Tracy’s boyfriend leaving Wolfram and Hart one morning.
-Tracy ends up locking her best friend and boyfriend in a room to force them to talk out their inexplicable, seemingly spontaneous dislike of each other
-Connor learns about Aly’s double life.
-Connor and Aly end up escaping, and come to a truce while killing demons/vampires
Possibly a story per episode up to “Not Fade Away”
HSVS: Spring Break
Aly and Connor’s Spring Break road trip adventure to Louisiana.
-Impromptu road trip due to one of Aly’s very rare Slayer dreams.
-Use of troll god hammer against swamp-demon-god thing.
-Takes place about 1 year after Origin (completely ignoring After the Fall, Connor still leads a mostly normal life)
So that's my outline for planned HSVS stories. Though I'm not sure if all the Angel episode ones should be part of one larger story called "Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer," or if each episode...
One more banner:
Further proof that I am bad at photo-manipulation. Oh well.
Here's a bit of a snippet that I'm not actually going to use in a story. It's basically the thoughts going through Aly's mind after Buffy and Co. give her the Slayer spiel, shortly after the end of "The Calling of Haley Stark," and someone asks her what she thinks about it: What Aly thinks is that this magical destiny crap would have been much more convenient if it had manifested last summer, when she first used the alias Haley Stark. Now she just has one more secret to keep. And she doesn’t think her new acquaintances would be thrilled if they knew that she once “convinced” two rapists and murders to kill themselves, one being a serial killer and the other a bona fide pedophile. Those men supposedly had souls, unlike the vampires and demons she is supposed to face now.
She somehow doubts that she’ll be able to convince vampires to stake themselves. ~~~
Work on the next story (a crossover with the Angel
Season 5 episode "Damage") is slow going. I'm trying to figure out where places mentioned in the episode are or could be actually located in L.A. and it's a painful process. I've settled on the Financial District
for the Wolfram and Hart office, but trying to find an old distillery by the docks is just not happening. Hell, I'm still confused about where the docks are.
My basic premise for Aly's involvement in the episode is that Andrew is picking up something in Los Vegas with his squad of Slayers when Giles gets the call from Wesley, asking for help with Dana. Since Andrew is the closest available resource, he immediately flies from Los Vagas to LAX (which should take around 55 min., according to my Google search). His squad, on the other hand, rents a van and drives there (~4 hours) so that they can keep their weapons. Aly, as Haley, gets the perfunctory call from Andrew not long before...
This kind of jumps all over the place.
Let's start with my attempt to create a timeline.
The events in the Angel episodes from “Apocalypse, Nowish” to “Home” take place pretty much back to back, with maybe a couple breaks of a few days in between a few of them. The best time estimate I found of how long these events, from the rain of fire to Jasmine’s death, take place was in “Sacrifice.” During “Sacrifice” a relative of Gunn’s old crew describes how they “stayed topside as long as we could” after the sun went out and that they had been down in the tunnels for “2 weeks and some change.” Taking into account the time between “Apocalypse, Nowish” and the solar eclipse along with the time it takes for Jasmine to be defeated after “Sacrifice,” I would estimate that the total time is anywhere from 3 to 3 and ½ weeks.
Since apocalypses typically take place in May, and “Chosen” aired on May 20th, I would say that “Home” takes place a little before then. So the events from “Apocalypse, Nowish” until “Home” take place from late April until mid- late May. As Aly’s AP exams took place in between the reign of fire and Jasmine’s birth, she took them during the first week or two of May.
As Aly is one of the Slayers Called at the end of “Chosen,” the events of “The Calling of Haley Stark” take place that night and, mainly, the next night. My theory is that that last bus out of Sunnydale went straight to a hospital because a few of them were rather hurt (or possibly dying). So, that night and the next day, Buffy and Co. start trying to figure out what to do next, and Willow whips out some magic to see if any new Slayers are in the immediate area. And they find that one lives in L.A. (and I have two possible explanations about Dana not showing up here, but I won’t go into that right now), which is two hours to the south of Sunnydale, I believe.
They'd probably al...
Is it sad that I created banners for this story long before I had more than just story notes written out? Probably.
The first banner was made with screencaps from Hard Candy and the font from BtVS. The second banner was made by fading the first banner and adding more images (of Ellen Page as Aly rather than Haley) in the center.
I don't really know which one to use on TtH
I suppose I'll pick one, eventually.
Second story, following "The Birth of Haley Stark," in my series Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Hard Candy
is not mine. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
are not mine. This particular crossover between them, however, is mine. ~~~
"Into every generation a Slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer."
-Prophecy of the Slayer
“From now on, every girl in the world who might be a slayer will be a slayer. Every girl who could have the power will have the power... can stand up, will stand up. Slayers... every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?”
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer, “Chosen”~~~
The past few weeks had been strange, to say the least. Hellfire rained over downtown Los Angeles. This was followed by an inexplicably long solar eclipse, which ended just in time for her AP exams to begin. Next, the whole city turned into a sedate paradise, so long as your definition of paradise didn’t include free will, with a beautiful woman named Jasmine at its center. Then, suddenly, her control was ripped away and confusion and chaos reigned in the streets once more. All the while, practically everyone accepted the explanations of freak meteor shower and mass hypnotism by a cult personality.
It seemed like everything had gone back to normal, until one morning she felt a breeze out of nowhere and heard a question that no one asked. Are you ready to be strong?
Then she felt pow...
Notes on “The Birth of Haley Stark” and plans for Haley Stark, Vampire Slayer:
A lot of this was expanded from little lines in the movie (Hard Candy
JEFF: I didn’t kill her. I just watched. I wanted to take pictures, but he wouldn’t let me. It was me and another guy. I didn't do it, I swear. I’ll tell you his name and help you find him. I hope you find him.
HALEY: I know his name. I know his name, Jeff. You know, it’s funny. Aaron told me you did it, before he killed himself.~~~
I fleshed out Aaron from there (last name, occupation, etc.). While Jeff is a pedophile, Aaron is a serial killer who preys on teenage girls. Donna was his third victim.
HALEY: Maybe not a Calabasas girl. Maybe not a daughter of a med school professor.
JEFF: Maybe not even a friend of Donna Mauer.
HALEY: Maybe not even named Haley.~~~
She does not live in Calabasas. Her mother, not her father, is the med school professor, who goes by her maiden name after the divorce (Dr. Ward). She is an only child. Her friend “Trace,” who she called earlier in the movie, was friends with Donna. She chose her alias “Haley Stark” because it sounds similar to Aly Clarke. “Stark” may or may not be an Iron Man reference.
HALEY: Hey, Trace. Uh, look, I’m gonna be done, like, so much sooner than I thought, so do you want to catch a movie or something? Cool. (laughs) No, I’m not telling you.~~~
Trace, is Aly’s nickname for her best friend since childhood, Tracy. They haven’t gone to school together since elementary school, but they still get together over the summers, ...
Fanfiction for the movie Hard Candy
, starring Ellen Page.
Question: How does a teenage girl even begin to go about tracking down and murdering a pedophile?
Answer: She didn’t start this. Aaron came to her first.
She should have told her father the first time she noticed that she was being watched.
Two nights before, she had overheard a phone call from her dad’s supervisor telling him to lay off on Aaron Greaves’ case, that it’s a dead end, and to looks for a real lead, not a gut instinct. It’s been two months since the Mauer girl disappeared and there are no other leads. He’s been working this case with a fervor that is borderline religious, as he is an overprotective father after all. It’s funny how he teaches her gun safety and never fails to lock up his sidearm and backup in the gun safe, but he doesn’t think of locking up the case files he brings home.
She’s well aware that she even though she has a mind on par with a well educated 20 something, she looks like a rather pretty 12 year old boy. She kind of likes the dichotomy, since it makes a lot of adults seriously underestimate her. It means that her dad thinks she keeps her curiosity about law enforcement satiated with his old text books and not the case files he brings home. It means that her mom thinks she’s just auditing Dr. Styne’s class for fun and not taking notes and doing the reading and participating in the dissections once everyone else is finished. It means that Aaron Greaves believes her when she puts on an innocently flattered face when he approaches her with his card, saying that she could be the next great thing in Hollywood.
It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots. Her dad tried putting pressure on Aaron Greaves, but he walked away free as a bird. The case is now at a dead end. A...
"And just when you think life can't get any worse-"
"Hey, is your arm bleeding?" he asks, gesturing at the bandage on my left arm.
Not again. The only thing that could make this worse is-
A long howl off in the distance, faint but strong.
Spoke too soon. I got complacent. Just because there isn't a documented pack roaming these woods, doesn't that mean a lone wolf hasn't claimed them. And now this poor fool who offered me a ride is in as much trouble as I am. I've got to get out of this truck and lead my scent away.
I change the settings on the AC, so that the air's no longer coming from the outside. Though I'm more worried about air from inside circulating out, making a trail to follow.
There's just no good or sane way to bring this up.
"I've got to get out, just stop here and let me out."
Another howl, angrier, and slightly closer this time.
"Damn, is that a werewolf? Haven't heard about one in these parts in, man, it must be close to a century. It'd tear you to pieces. Besides, it's dark and this place is creepy."
Which is why I was getting a ride in the first place, not that it matters now. I need to wash my arm to burn the infection, and also the scent, out. Not that I can tell this guy that. That wolf has to have been here for ages, though. This is the perfect territory for a wolf like that. Isolated. Heavily wooded. Wolf's definitely a loner, no pack song. Possibly a mad dog.
Time to bullshit my way out of this truck.
"Look, you've got to stop. This is like running away; he's chasing you like you're pray. Let me out, I've dealt with wolves before. I can reason with him."
Or, at the very least, the scent trail of vampire will split off from that of the truck.
He's looking at me like I'm crazy. Well, after all that I've been through, I probably am. But, after a pause, the truck slows to...
Hi, there. You can call me Cat. Writing this feels rather awkward, as I am something of a lurker on the internet. Anyway, I happen to be so very bored that I'm about to start posting stories on my newly created livejournal. Some are fanfic and some are original, and pretty much all of them are unfinished.
As for personal information, I'm a 21 year old engineering major (Materials Science and Engineering, specifically) about to graduate college in May. I am somewhat stressed over looking for a job and finishing my senior design project. I am female. I like the color purple. I like cats, and dogs, and, well, most animals. I like to sleep; I like to eat. I love to read. I'm asexual. I don't drink alcohol. I barely drive. I like fire. I'm slightly addicted to Glee, at the moment.
I suppose that is enough over-sharing for now.