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Dec. 3rd, 2008

Greg

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[Greg found himself checking his email, his LJ Inbox, his alerts, his friends page, every few minutes. It wasn't as though there was anything else to do when Shen was at school. Apartments could only reach a certain level of cleanliness, his thin stomach could only hold so much food, and anyway his appetite cost Shen money. As did his newfound addiction to the internet. When he remembered that fact, he turned the computer off and scurried out of the house, but all he could think of was whether or not there would be something when he got back. Unless he went to one of the ports and gazed into the water. Then all he could think of was what it would be like to jump.
 
He wanted a job. There were no jobs in this town that hadn't been taken by students. He wanted to go to school. Shen said he could enroll in a community college, but he never said when.

 

No one on his friends list updated enough. Neither did any of the people on his journal. Didn't any of them realize that he had nothing to do with his life besides read about them hurting and joking and flirting and being so much realer and more alive than the shell spying on them?

 

Of course not.

 

He read every rambling email Jeff sent. Sometimes he wrote replies and didn't send them. More often than not, what he did send were demands that Jeff to leave him alone, and then he worried without end until the next email came. When there was a day or even an hour with nothing, no Shen no entries no emails no sleep, a gulf of loneliness opened and refused to close. But he often ached after reading the emails, because each one reminded him that there was no one coming for him. Just people claiming they would.

 

Greg fantasized about meeting the strangers who shared his journal. What did Yezidi look like? Exactly what had happened to Jeff's eye? Was Rita really that pretty? And Natana—he wondered what she looked like so often that he probably had a crush on her.

 

The thought was so amusing he thought it would make his stingingly dry eyes well up. He had never dated. He had never kissed anyone. He hadn't hugged anyone in months; Shen was so composed and Greg didn't want to hurt his arm, and no one else was there. He couldn't hug his spirit friends. And even if he could, his spirit friends were gone. He saw spirits sometimes, uninterested in him, and wondered if he really was crazy, and Shen was just humoring him because he was his girlfriend's crazy little brother. But Shen had to like him. No one in the world had that much patience.

 

He spent all day waiting for Shen to come home. Quite often, he brightened up and laughed and was truly, genuinely happy until the moment he was alone and the gulf opened right back up. Almost as often, Shen had to work, or Greg was only pretending to laugh. When Shen asked if he was ok, he said yes, even though he both knew they weren't. Shen never pushed him. Only Jeff pushed him, and Jeff was miles and miles away. What he needed was someone here to push him. What he needed was a real hug, not a hug on the internet.

 

He needed help, and the thought made him sick. Greg wasn't supposed to need help. Greg was supposed to help. Greg was supposed to save people and cheer them up, not expect hem to cheer him up.

 

If anyone from the journal came, they wouldn't know who he was. They wouldn't recognize the scrawny boy in his too-short jacket and too-loose pants as anything but a stranger passing by.

 

No one was coming to save him.

 

And if they did, for all his fantasies about a real conversation and a real hug, he knew he would be silent and wouldn't hug back.
 
At least then, when they left, he would have no false hopes. He would know they were never coming back.]

Dec. 2nd, 2008

Greg

[Unposted]

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In October I pulled [info]falindsovsor's hair (-5 points). In August I put money in [info]captain_catfish's expired parking meter (14 points). Last Sunday I pulled over and changed [info]geneticrebel's flat tire (15 points). In June I gave [info]perber a Dutch Oven (-10 points). In July I gave [info]grammarshark a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points).

Overall, I've been nice (64 points). For Christmas I deserve a Sony Playstation 3!

Sincerely,
run-you-fool

Nov. 28th, 2008

Multiple Characters

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IM conversation between 1eye@freelanthropy.com and missingsparkls@gmail.com

 

1eye: ;)

missingsparkls: HOW DID YOU KNOW MY EMAIL?

1eye: I asked Helen. But that account wasn’t active anymore.

missingsparkls: That doesn’t answer my question

1eye: Hacked your account. I just wanted you to know I knew you changed it.

1eye: ;P

missingsparkls: ...
1eye: ;) ;) ;)
missingsparkls: I’m blocking you.
missingsparkls - STATUS: INVISIBLE

 

Email sent from 1eye@freelanthropy.com to missingsparkls@gmail.com:

 

Sucks how gmail only lets you block people on chat, doesn’t it?
 

(I changed my email, too. After Isa and I broke up.)

Unsent email written by missingsparkls@gmail.com:

I wouldn't know. I didn't block you.
Greg

[Locked]

You hacked this, didn't you, you jerk?

Look, I'm fine. And even if I wasn't, like you said, you're in Texas. You think a few comments will be enough? It won't.

Please leave me alone. You don't know me anyway.

Nov. 22nd, 2008

Greg

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I can't sleep.

Oct. 9th, 2008

Greg

[Unposted]

I know I haven't posted in a while. I've been...busy. I'll be going away for a while soon--I don't know when, but it should be soon--but maybe from there I'll be able to post way more. Or not.

Why is this so hard?

Forget it, I can't post this.

Aug. 30th, 2008

Multiple Characters

Jeff's Still Pretty Depressed, So I Shall Meme! [This is canon, so Jeff/Isa didn't happen. Sorry.]

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.

2. Then make them answer the following questions

 

Rita is a workaholic stress-case who happens to have some compassion to her. Book Three Rita is still a workaholic stress case, but now she’s a Mommy and she doesn’t drink (Book One Rita borders on alcoholic.)

Jeff is an overly talkative cop and a bit of an asshole, albeit an outgoing and cheerful asshole. Book Three Jeff is overly talkative, outgoing, and cheerful, but he’s less of an asshole (still annoying as all fuck) and he now has one working eye.

Isa’s life has been shit. And he’s deathly lonely. That’s really all you need to know. Book Three Isa is just as compassionate and has had just as bad a life, but he has Jeff chattering to him constantly so the loneliness is cured.

Natana is sexy sex, but her body is not equipped for actual sex. She is, however, a great dancer.

Greg is bright and cheerful and loyal as a puppy, and to top it all off he is gloriously batshit.

How Old Are You?

 

Book One Rita: Early thirties

Book Three Rita: Nearly forty

 

Book One Jeff: Twenty-one, got a problem with that?

Book Three Jeff: Twenty-seven

 

Book One Isa: I am not certain…(As of 2008 he's twenty-four, but his age is based on actual events, so in 2009 he'd be twenty-five, in 2010 twenty-six, and so on. If the book ever gets published, it probably won't be until 2010 or even 2011, and that works for me because he's supposed to be closer to Rita's age than Jeff's.)

Book Three Isa: I don’t really know. Thirty? (Author says: thirty-one, but see above disclaimer. And as for why he aged seven years while Jeff aged six, Isa’s twenty-fifth birthday was in the second book.)

 

Natana: Nineteen. Been legal for over a year.

 

Greg: Eighteen

Height

Rita: 5’11”

Jeff: 5’7”, but I WILL RISE

Isa: I’ve never actually measured (5’9”-ish. He’d be six feet if he had been nourished properly.)

Natana: Six feet. *Smile*

Greg: Tall

You got any bad habits?

Rita: No. (She’s overworked. And in book one, she drinks too much coffee and lacks the patience to warm up food.)

Jeff: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would I have any bad habits? I mean, really. I’m not particularly sarcastic and I certainly don’t talk too much, in fact I consider myself rather quiet, don’t you?

Isa: I’ve never really had the opportunity to develop bad habits perse

Natana: I think about sex all the time. I’m not even kidding. And I break into dance or a run at random intervals, and always feel like touching people, and drape myself over people instead of sitting on chairs. Luckily, those are all very good habits.

Greg: Do I?


You a virgin?

Book One Rita: That’s none of your goddamn business

Book Three Rita: Oh, definitely. Ally came on a stork. (Ally=her daughter. Virgin=fuck no.)

 

Book One Jeff: *Smirk* Are you coming on to me?

Book Three Jeff: *Smirk* Are you coming on to me?

 

Book One Isa: What sort of question is that? I am, but it is hardly any of your concern.

Book Three Isa: No. What sort of question is that?

 

Natana: Only because I can’t have sex. *Grumble*

 

Greg: *Shyly* Uh-huh

Who's your Mate/Spouse?

Book One Rita: Like I have time for that.

Book Three Rita: None at the moment. *Glances at Isa*

 

Book One Jeff: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Book Three Jeff: *Grins big and hugs Isa, who stares at him like he’s nuts*

 

Book One Isa: None

Book Three Isa: Well, at the moment I’m not—Jeff, get off of me

Natana: None right now. Someday. Soon, maybe.

Greg: Just good friends right now.


Have any kids?

 

Book One Rita: *Glare* No

Book Three Rita: Yes. *Fond smile at Ally*

 

Book One Jeff: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Book Three Jeff: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Book One Isa: *Wistful* None of my own.

Book Three Isa: *Looks uncomfortable* Well, yes. She’s a charming girl, but—

Book Three Jeff: He won’t tell her he’s her father because apparently he’s ASHAMED. It’s sickening.

Book Three Isa: I also have Jeff. Surely he counts.

 

Natana: Can’t.

 

Greg: Nope.


Favorite Food?

Book One Rita: Pad thai

Book Two Rita: Dark chocolate

 

Book One Jeff: MEAT

Book Three Jeff: MEAT. Also, that pizza Isa makes without cheese.

Isa: It is not pizza.

Jeff: IT COUNTS

 

Book One Isa: I’m rather fond of dark chocolate, though I can’t really have it. I enjoy most foods.

Book Three Isa: *Longingly names some Kurdish dish, then adds that he enjoys most foods*

 

Natana: Biryani! And kukra no sak! And chicken tacos! And masala macchi!

 

Greg: Chinese food. Especially with chicken.


Favorite Ice Cream flavor?

Book One Rita: Why are you wasting my time with questions about ice cream?

Book Three Rita: My daughter’s favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip. We usually share, since she’s too young for much, even if it’s a kid’s scoop.

 

Jeff: Ugh, ice cream. I’m getting a toothache just thinking about it.

 

Isa: I’ve never had ice cream, actually.

 

Natana: Pistachio kulfi with cardamom.

 

Greg: I like a lot of flavors. Especially if there’s caramel.


Killed anyone?

Book One Rita: *Revolted look* No

Book Three Rita: No, but I’ve tried

 

Book One Jeff: Nope. Surprised, aren’t you?

Book Three Jeff: Unfortunately, I haven’t managed

 

Book One Isa: Never

Book One Jeff: Liar

Book One Isa: It’s true. I wouldn’t…

Book Three Isa: *Pained expression* I didn’t mean to…I didn’t realize…

 

Natana: I wish.

 

Greg: No, but people think I did.

Hate anyone?

Book One Rita: People who ask stupid questions like this. And that cop.

Book Three Rita: Those fucking agents making Isa’s life miserable. As if he doesn’t have enough misery.

 

Book One Jeff: Terrorists. *Glares at Isa*

Book Three Jeff: I’m with Rita on this.

Book One Isa: No

Book Three Isa: No

 

Natana: Homophobes piss me off. And racists. Bigots in general.

 

Greg: *Growl* My dad

Any secrets?

Book One Rita: Fuck off.

Book Three Rita: Most people don’t know who Ally’s dad is.

 

Book One Jeff: *Sweet smile*

Book Three Jeff: Not really. My identity and stuff, but some people know.

 

Book One Isa: Some.

Book Three Isa: Ally does not know I am her father.


Love anyone?

 

Book One Rita: No

Book Three Rita: Of course I love Ally

Book Three Jeff: And Isa

Book Three Rita: Shut up

 

Book One Jeff: MEAT MEAT MEAT

Book Three Jeff: Isa

Book Three Isa: *Rolls eyes*

Book Three Jeff: And Ally. She’s such a little cutie.

 

Book One Isa: Lots of people. My Brothers and Nathanial and Jeff’s dog and a few others.

Book One Jeff: Like your fellow TERRORISTS? Oh, wait, those are your ‘Brothers.’

Book Three Isa: Well, I love Ally, of course. And Jeff and Rita, I suppose. And Toby and Ishmael. And I still love all the people I’ve been separated from, or who have died.

 

Natana: Daddy

 

Greg: My sister and my friends

What is your job?

Book One Rita: Executive of Finance Management

Book Three Rita: I was a journalist. I’m on a leave of absence from the actual journalist job, but I’m owner and manager of the city newspaper, and Chief Editor of the state’s main newspaper.

 

Book One Jeff: Cop

Book Three Jeff: Not a dime or a job to my name

 

Book One Isa: I can’t have a job in this country. I used to build houses, and I’m a healer, but I never did either for money

Book Three Isa: I’ve been a firefighter and I’ve worked at some restaurants. Right now I’m taking care of Nikki.

 

Natana: I get paid for dancing. Not much, but what college student gets paid much?

 

Greg: None


Boy or girl?

Rita: Woman

Jeff: Slime. And boy.

Isa: Man

Natana: Funny story…

Greg: Boy

What do you do to relax?

 

Book One Rita: I don’t need to relax! I do drink sometimes, to help myself sleep, but relaxing is a waste of time

Book Three Rita: *Shrug* I swing sometimes

 

Book One Jeff: Are you kidding? My life is so relaxing. I get to shoot things and eat at a diner

Book Three Jeff: Annoy Rita ^_*

 

Book One Isa: I walk most days. I used to help garden.

Book Three Isa: Play piano or play with Nikki, or listen to Jeff chatter.

 

Natana: Dance. Run. I have other things in mind, most days.

 

Greg: No stress here! *g*

What song do you think would best describe yourself?

Rita: This is the stupidest question in the world

Jeff: I’ve always been partial to Play That Funky Music, White Boy

Isa: I don’t believe I know many songs in your language.

Natana: Sexy sexy sexy

Greg: I’m too crazy to fit songs


Any hidden talents or something no one else knows about you?

Rita: Talent. What bullshit. Either you work hard or you’ve got nothing.

Jeff: I think everyone knows how well I can shoot.

Isa: A few.

Natana: People know. *Wink* Oh, but I can transport people, and me, when I dance. Most people don’t know that part.

Greg: I can talk to spirits. I used to be able to see them.

What color is your hair?

Book One Rita: Dark blonde

Book Three Rita: Dyed black

 

Book One Jeff: Plain ole brown! =D

Book Three Jeff: *Grumble* Dyed blonde *grumble* I MISS MY HAIR, DAMN IT.

Isa: Black

 

Natana: Dark brown. It looks black.

What's your sexual orientation?

Rita: Straight.

Jeff: NO SUCH THING.

Isa: I prefer women…I haven’t had many (Book One: any) relationships, though.

Natana: Just boys for me, or maybe other hermaphrodites, but I’ve never actually met one.

Greg: I like everybody.


Aug. 2nd, 2008

Greg

Attention, One and All!

Tomorrow, it is the birthday of someone over at [info]falindsovsor. Who, I don't know, but we must be prepared nevertheless!

First, someone has to figure out whose.

Second, we have to have a great big party!!

Jul. 31st, 2008

Greg

Not to interrupt whatever's going on with Rita and Jisa--

But I have changed the icon to a mouse.

Generally, I'm the one screaming "DIE TECHNOLOGY. DIE DIE DIE." But not this time, oh nosiree. This time, VICTORY IS MINE.

*Runs off, giggling wildly*

(Oh, also, my friend Shen has joined. Everybody say "hi, Shen!")

Jul. 28th, 2008

Greg

^_^

 Well, I'm crazy anyway, so I figured, why not get some more names for what I've got? (Usual diagnoses: sociopath, obsessive compulsive, dependent, manic, depressed, ADHD.)

Disorder RatingInformation
Paranoid: Lowclick for info
Schizoid: Lowclick for info
Schizotypal: Very Highclick for info
Antisocial: Lowclick for info
Borderline: Moderateclick for info
Histrionic: Highclick for info
Narcissistic: Lowclick for info
Avoidant: Lowclick for info
Dependent: Very Highclick for info
Obsessive-Compulsive: Very Highclick for info

For some reason I can't stop giggling.

Jul. 27th, 2008

Greg

Side effects suck

My mouth is so dry I can't even talk because of these stupid tranquilizers (no, they really call them tranquilizers. And Klonopin, but that's too long to remember.)

So I'm going to type. ^_^

My name is Greg. What's yours? Do you like Chinese food? What came first, the tear gas or the laughing gas? Couldn't rap be used as a form of torture? 

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