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Work is hell right now, which is limiting my ability to tag anything but one off sentences here and there while here, 'cept at lunch. Parents are coming in to town tomorrow, so tonight is all about the cleaning, then they'll be here, so nights and the weekend are sort of shot. I'll be able to get a few tags in here and there, but if things massively slow for me 'til next Wednesday (when the folks leave) that's why.
Aug. 7th, 2008
[FM] - August - Do you need a lawyer?
Aug. 7th, 2008 10:07 am1965
His head hurt. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while, so Adam leaned back against the cold cement wall and closed his eyes to savor it for a moment. Just a moment, though, because it was quickly apparent that a throbbing head needed to go back under the list of "not good pains." With his eyes closed, the bench under him seemed to have transformed into a roller coaster, lifting him up and throwing him down, his stomach dropping at the sensation.
"I think," he said, eyes still closed, "That I am drunk."
"I wouldn't doubt it, I know I am," the voice next to him said dryly, and Adam opened one eye to meet Daniel's.
"How much did we drink?"
"I have no idea, though I think you went through at least two bottles."
"Oh..." He hadn't done that in a while. Hadn't felt the need to, until the announcement this morning, the realization that he had pushed too far, gotten what he wanted far too thoroughly--so well done that it wasn't what he'd wanted at all, really. Be careful what you wish for, indeed. Daniel hadn't been much more pleased, really, as he recalled. Thus, their present circumstances.
"My head hurts," he announced.
"Can't you heal it?"
"I'm trying," he huffed, "But I think it's the alcohol wearing off. It used to do this..."
"Quick drunk followed by quicker hangover? Cheater." Daniel sounded disgruntled.
Adam opened his eyes again and studied Daniel's face. "You're going to have a nasty bruise."
"Yes, well, some of us don't walk away from your bad ideas as unscathed as you do."
"It wasn't a bad idea!"
"She had a boyfriend twice your size, who had four friends just as large," Daniel pointed out.
( Adam shrugged slightly and closed his eyes again. )
His head hurt. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while, so Adam leaned back against the cold cement wall and closed his eyes to savor it for a moment. Just a moment, though, because it was quickly apparent that a throbbing head needed to go back under the list of "not good pains." With his eyes closed, the bench under him seemed to have transformed into a roller coaster, lifting him up and throwing him down, his stomach dropping at the sensation.
"I think," he said, eyes still closed, "That I am drunk."
"I wouldn't doubt it, I know I am," the voice next to him said dryly, and Adam opened one eye to meet Daniel's.
"How much did we drink?"
"I have no idea, though I think you went through at least two bottles."
"Oh..." He hadn't done that in a while. Hadn't felt the need to, until the announcement this morning, the realization that he had pushed too far, gotten what he wanted far too thoroughly--so well done that it wasn't what he'd wanted at all, really. Be careful what you wish for, indeed. Daniel hadn't been much more pleased, really, as he recalled. Thus, their present circumstances.
"My head hurts," he announced.
"Can't you heal it?"
"I'm trying," he huffed, "But I think it's the alcohol wearing off. It used to do this..."
"Quick drunk followed by quicker hangover? Cheater." Daniel sounded disgruntled.
Adam opened his eyes again and studied Daniel's face. "You're going to have a nasty bruise."
"Yes, well, some of us don't walk away from your bad ideas as unscathed as you do."
"It wasn't a bad idea!"
"She had a boyfriend twice your size, who had four friends just as large," Daniel pointed out.
( Adam shrugged slightly and closed his eyes again. )
1671
"I will change history."
He tried. His carp--the word burned in his head now, and never, it seemed, truly his--had told him how the story went time upon time. It was his destiny, to defeat White Beard, to save Japan. He had passed all the trials, had he not? Fought cannibals and bears and climbed frozen water falls and gotten shot full of arrows more than once. He'd done his part, as he was told, to make the legend a child in the future would hear become truth, in fact. Only, there was nothing in the story about betrayal, a kiss under cherry trees, a heart ripped out before he was ready to give it to the dragon.
Realization that he was nothing more than a puppet in the boy's game galled him, the taste of it bitter in his mouth. He was Takezo Kensei, and somehow the child had convinced him that the name meant something before he took it all away. So, Kensei would make it great. He would take everything the boy had told him, twist it up, and rewrite the story to come out the way he wanted it to. White Beard would rise, and then Kensei would take his power, as well. The princess--princess, indeed, she was nothing more than a merchant's daughter, as he had once been a merchant's son--would die at the dragon's hand, because Kensei would not raise a hand to save a faithless whore. The hero would become the dragon, and the dragon would make Japan shudder under him and yield.
Fire came in a flash of pain, anguish, as he lay on the floor, the last curse still on his lips. White Beard's defeat seared through him, body and soul, and he screamed with it. He healed, but the story was still told, again and again. Takezo Kensei, savior of Japan--the boy had taken his name, his identity, as surely as he had taken his love, all of it ripped from him until he was nothing but a man laid bare, shivering as the wind caressed over new-grown skin. The stories grew, and with it, his resolve.
Some day, somehow, he would have his vengeance for his decimation. Lifted high, exalted, then thrown aside like a broken doll he might have been, but it would not always be so. It would take time, it would take patience, it would take cunning. He had all three.
"I will change history."
He could wait.
"I will change history."
He tried. His carp--the word burned in his head now, and never, it seemed, truly his--had told him how the story went time upon time. It was his destiny, to defeat White Beard, to save Japan. He had passed all the trials, had he not? Fought cannibals and bears and climbed frozen water falls and gotten shot full of arrows more than once. He'd done his part, as he was told, to make the legend a child in the future would hear become truth, in fact. Only, there was nothing in the story about betrayal, a kiss under cherry trees, a heart ripped out before he was ready to give it to the dragon.
Realization that he was nothing more than a puppet in the boy's game galled him, the taste of it bitter in his mouth. He was Takezo Kensei, and somehow the child had convinced him that the name meant something before he took it all away. So, Kensei would make it great. He would take everything the boy had told him, twist it up, and rewrite the story to come out the way he wanted it to. White Beard would rise, and then Kensei would take his power, as well. The princess--princess, indeed, she was nothing more than a merchant's daughter, as he had once been a merchant's son--would die at the dragon's hand, because Kensei would not raise a hand to save a faithless whore. The hero would become the dragon, and the dragon would make Japan shudder under him and yield.
Fire came in a flash of pain, anguish, as he lay on the floor, the last curse still on his lips. White Beard's defeat seared through him, body and soul, and he screamed with it. He healed, but the story was still told, again and again. Takezo Kensei, savior of Japan--the boy had taken his name, his identity, as surely as he had taken his love, all of it ripped from him until he was nothing but a man laid bare, shivering as the wind caressed over new-grown skin. The stories grew, and with it, his resolve.
Some day, somehow, he would have his vengeance for his decimation. Lifted high, exalted, then thrown aside like a broken doll he might have been, but it would not always be so. It would take time, it would take patience, it would take cunning. He had all three.
"I will change history."
He could wait.
[ooc: "Tracks" 1-8 are pretty much "verse: all" with the exception of don't take any of them as a confession in Eden. ;-) The others are verse/muse specific. Why, yes, I did need a break from work today...]
Make a soundtrack of how you see yourself and your life at this very moment. Choose at least ten songs and explain why you chose each of them.
Disclaimer: Some of these conflict, I realize. A soundtrack of the length of my life might have been more thorough, in its way, but, that was not the prompt. I stand at a crossroads, of sorts, with multiple paths stretching out before me. Memories of things I cannot forget haunt me, still, and there are days when the path I have seemed to choose chafes more than I will let on. So, if one songs seems to say one thing, and another something else...well. Consider it a symptom of my rapidly changing decisions and moods.
( 1. Something to Believe In - Bon Jovi )
( 2. Complicated - Bon Jovi )
( 3. Rise From the Ashes - Quietdrive )
( 4. What I've Done - Linkin Park )
( 5. My Way - Frank Sinatra )
( 6. Imagine - John Lennon )
( 7. Almost Sorry For You - Sergei Lazarev )
( 8. Hurt - Johnny Cash )
Peter
( 9. Broken - Lifehouse )
( 10. Save the World - Bon Jovi )
Hiro
( 11. Just Like You - Three Day Grace )
( 12. Until the End of the World - U2 )
Elle
( 13. A Question of Time - Depeche Mode )
( 14. Weapon )
Jack
( 15. Away from the Sun - 3 Doors Down )
( 16. Walk the Line - Johnny Cash )
Make a soundtrack of how you see yourself and your life at this very moment. Choose at least ten songs and explain why you chose each of them.
Disclaimer: Some of these conflict, I realize. A soundtrack of the length of my life might have been more thorough, in its way, but, that was not the prompt. I stand at a crossroads, of sorts, with multiple paths stretching out before me. Memories of things I cannot forget haunt me, still, and there are days when the path I have seemed to choose chafes more than I will let on. So, if one songs seems to say one thing, and another something else...well. Consider it a symptom of my rapidly changing decisions and moods.
( 1. Something to Believe In - Bon Jovi )
( 2. Complicated - Bon Jovi )
( 3. Rise From the Ashes - Quietdrive )
( 4. What I've Done - Linkin Park )
( 5. My Way - Frank Sinatra )
( 6. Imagine - John Lennon )
( 7. Almost Sorry For You - Sergei Lazarev )
( 8. Hurt - Johnny Cash )
Peter
( 9. Broken - Lifehouse )
( 10. Save the World - Bon Jovi )
Hiro
( 11. Just Like You - Three Day Grace )
( 12. Until the End of the World - U2 )
Elle
( 13. A Question of Time - Depeche Mode )
( 14. Weapon )
Jack
( 15. Away from the Sun - 3 Doors Down )
( 16. Walk the Line - Johnny Cash )