The Vortex of My Insanity

Yay for fandom.

2010-01-02T21:16:17Z

I've been neglecting LJ. Apologies to people I should've responded to and to those whose entries I should have read.

Life. Vacation. The holidays.

Gr.

So...um...have a picture of Linebeck from Phantom Hourglass.

This always makes me happy.

2009-12-08T16:45:13Z

Questions from betareject~

2009-12-05T01:28:22Z

Leave me a comment saying "Boom-cha" and I will respond by asking you five questions that satisfy my curiosity. Update your journal with the answers to the questions, including this in the post.

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1. What gave you the idea of Bella and her relationship to Pavi?

I actually remember where I was when I got the inspiration to start working on Unmasking. Working in a rural convenience store (called a country store, aptly enough) over the summer left me little to do behind the cash. Rather, I spent most of my time cleaning and organizing the store, and such tedious work allowed my mind to wander. It was mid-late August, I had just gotten into Repo!, and my mind was searching for fanfic ideas. I had taken an almost immediate liking to Pavi's character, and it was my intent to write something that centered on him. But what? My previous fanfic from other fandoms always focussed on interaction between canon characters. And yet, for some reason, my mind drifted off to the concept of a romance between Pavi and an OFC. Taboo; I knew it even at the time, and yet my mind wouldn't let go of the concept. The same few lines kept repeating in my head, and a version of them can be found in the first chapter of the story:

"The Pavi Largos of this world do not feel love. Perhaps they feel a shallow imitation of the true emotion when they actually begin to get to know someone. When it comes to the real thing, however, they’ve not a clue how to recognize it."

It was mainly that first line that got me started. Yes, I wanted a romance, but we all know what Pavi is like. I knew from the beginning that there was a good chance that the ending was going to be less than happy. I knew the OFC (which, in some horrible way, is somewhat of a self-insert, but only because of the character's cynicism) was going to hate him, then be attracted to him unwillingly, then have her heart broken. I wanted her to fall for him against all of her wishes, but still loathe herself for it because she KNEW she was being a hypocrite. I didn't want her to be happy. I guess I'm cruel to my characters.

Maybe some of us have felt this way in love. We've fallen for the wrong person against all better judgment, but we don't let it consume us. Perhaps we're like my OFC, and realize that all of it's bullshit, but still resign ourselves to the situation. Or perhaps we start to delude ourselves, saying that it IS going to work out, that it IS meant to be. Either way, we're not going to get our happy ending. And it was my wish to shove this screwed up dynamic into their relationship. I'm not sure where the idea came from exactly--maybe it was my own cynicism that prompted it, and the knowledge that no relationship with Pavi could end well. A happy ending with Pavi means your OFC's name oughta be Mary-Sue.

Hey, angst is my thing.

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2. Can we look forward to new tales about Pavi and his Bella?

Oh, heavens, I wish. I would love to continue writing stories about those two, but my writer's block has been weighing me down for months now. I haven't been able to write anything, let alone fanfic. I began a couple more sequels, one of which that is posted and only half-completed, but I'm having such a hard time finishing anything. I feel like everything is forced and is just bad writing in general. Maybe the main thing holding me back is that I'm stuck. I know that I somehow want them to meet up again, maybe get their happy ending by some convoluted measure, but it's so damn difficult. I mean, it's Pavi. I never figured anyone like him could ever have a long-term relationship with a girl without screwing around or stealing her face. That's why, even though he was fascinated by this girl who refused to swoon whenever he was near, it still seems implausible that he should actually fall for her and have it actually be love.

My only idea would have worked better in pictures. Were I a better artist, I would have illustrated the sequel and set it to music. For a while, I listened to Lightning Crashes by Live over and over again. I know that the song is about miscarriage or something of the like, but when I listen to the chorus, I can't help but think of them...

I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasin' the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

Don't ask me why, but...I had this mental image of Bella a few years later, married, and realizing that she's not happy. I won't go on in case I actually write the story. It's just unfortunate because I could see the entire thing in pictures, set to the song in question. I think that would have worked wonderfully well. Regardless, I will just sit, stare at Microsoft Word and hope that inspiration strikes me soon enough. 'Til then, my faithful readers, stay strong.

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3. I have to ask, why Pavi?

Oh, I've gotten this question before, just in a different context. Yes, I've always found something alluring about that strange black-haired man who wears women's faces and talks with a flamboyant Italian lilt. People may think I'm insane, but there's something about him that, shall I shall, turns my crank. As someone who hates players and people who sleep around, it makes no sense. I've tried to figure it out, but hey, who's to define the workings of lust?

Really, either of the Largo brothers would make for a good anti-romance tale. Luigi obviously has little or no capacity for romantic love, and Pavi just doesn't understand it. However, I found it would be easier to write a story in the self-delusion vein if the other half of the relationship could at least appear to be in love. If Luigi had been Bella's point of interest instead, a relationship in any shape or form would have never even come close to burgeoning. Yes, if Bella were to think she might be able to care for this person, and that that person might just care for her as well, then the object of her affection would have to at least exhibit some loving qualities. Hence...Pavi!

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4. What are your thoughts about the Largo kids and their relationships with one another?

I will admit that though I tried to resist the temptation, I'm a bit of a Largocest fan. The moment I fell in love with the movie Repo! was at the very beginning of Mark It Up.

Where the fuck is Dad, brothers?
He left me in charge, sister.
I don't take lip from a slut/cunt!
My brother and sister should fuck~

I was a bit flabbergasted, to tell the truth. It was sort of like an 'oh yes, they WENT there' reaction to the lyrics. Come on, you don't often find lines that blatantly crude; so, they happened to catch my...ear? Regardless, upon (multiple) rewatch(es), I discovered that this was a family so screwed up that the concept of incest wasn't exactly that far a stretch. By no means would any relationship between any of the siblings be a healthy one. No, such relationships would be just as violent, unfaithful and drugged out as the siblings themselves.

Even as someone who is generally squicked by incest pairings, I couldn't help but to start reading the Pavigi fics out there. It is too great a temptation, and oftentimes, the stories aren't too bad so long as they're kept in character. And if one chooses to dismiss the idea of Largocest...well, the family is dysfunctional, but that isn't to say they don't get along. Sure, maybe they piss each other off constantly, but it's banter. All siblings bicker now and then. It's just that, with the Largos, there will probably be a bit more stabbing and Zydrate involved.

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5. If you could re-write Repo what would you change? What would you keep? And why?

Less Shilo, more Largos. 'Nuff said.

Nah, I loved Nathan and his story, and to get rid of Shilo would pretty much mean to dismiss much of his tale. It's just a bit unfortunate that so much of the movie was Shilo-centric rather than focussed on the rest of the world that is Sanitarium Island. Frankly, the Largos as characters were far more eccentric and interesting, and I would have liked to have more emphasis placed on them. Heck, I would have even liked to have seen more of Graverobber now and then. Shilo just ended up being a whiny teen that grated on my nerves more than anything.

I'll just cross my fingers, hope for a sequel, and pray to Darren Bousman that Ogre, Bill and Paris get more screentime.

~

Bahaha. Finally done.

Christmas comes early this year.

2009-11-18T11:44:28Z

Title: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas, Repo! style
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Mentions of certain characters
Rating: PG ~(for mentions of death?)
Word Count: 135
Summary: Christmas on Sanitarium Island probably isn't a happy time of year.

A/N: While thinking of Christmassy Repo! fics to write, I came up with this.

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go.

Take a look at that alley there—

There’s scalpel sluts everywhere,

And body piles and Zydrate vials aglow.

~

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Don’t know what’s in store.

But the scariest sight to see

Is the Repo Man who’ll be

At your own front door.

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To just go walking about,

Not be inside, be out,

Is the wish of our little Shi,

And to say that our Nate

Doesn’t want back his late

Wife—it would be a big lie,

And Pavi, Lu and Amber just can’t wait for Dad to die.

~

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Soon the death will start,

And the thing that’ll make blood flow

Is the guy who will repo

Your defaulted heart.

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Merry early Christmas, everyone. I'll write a proper Christmassy fic at some point.

Zydrate Repressions

2009-11-13T04:15:49Z

Title: Zydrate Repressions
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Pavi/Amber, Luigi/Amber
Rating: M
Word Count: 429
Summary: The brothers enjoy taking advantage of their sister's drugged state of mind.
Warnings: Largocest~!

A/N: Ohlook, fanfic! It's been a while, but it feels so good. Not sure if I like this one 100%, but it'll do for now.

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She ain’t gonna remember it anyway.

Poor sorella; but it is-a okay. She will-a not remember it tomorrow.

She fuckin’ loves it, the slut. Don’t matter if she’s high or not!

I always think-a my sister looks cute when she is on-a the Zydrate. So...innocent.

Her giggling is annoying as fuck, but I’ll live. Shit, I need a good lay.

She wants to-a kiss me, so I let her. It is-a nice. Her lips are-a soft.

She only laughs when I push her onto the bed. She’s an even bolder bitch when she’s high.

I lower her onto the-a bed. I try to-a be gentle.

She starts undoing my pants as soon as I’m on top of her. Slut.

The way-a she wraps her legs around me is quite-a pleasing.

Still with the goddamn giggling. I debate whether to fuck her with my cock or with my knife, but decide that I need the lay more than I need fucking blood all over my sheets.

I take off her clothes, one-a garment at a time. The way she breathes, so slowly, her eyes-a closed, but a smile on-a her lips...it is arousing.

Fuck the foreplay, like I give a shit. One thrust, and bam! She’s digging her claws into my back, screaming my name.

Her moans when I kiss-a her neck only make-a me want her more. I can feel her fingers on-a my back, pulling me closer. And so, I give her what-a she wants.

I think her being stoned as fuck makes it better. She don’t hold back.

Ah, what a shame that I can only do this when she is on-a the Zydrate.

When she comes, she screams again, louder than ever. I keep fucking her ‘til I’m done. And she enjoys every fuckin’ second of it.

I continue to-a please my sorella, over and-a over until it seems she has-a had enough. I have-a been pleased plenty.

I get up and dress myself, leaving her to fucking giggle and touch herself for the rest of the night just thinking about me.

I sit up on-a the edge of the bed and sigh a little. Now I will-a have to wait until-a her next hit. Of course, they have not been too far apart these-a days.

I smirk and leave the slut to pass out on her own. She ain’t too bad in bed. Course, it don’t matter anyhow. She ain’t gonna remember it.

My sister is-a so very bella. I would-a hate to upset her. Lucky for the Pavi, she will-a not remember it tomorrow.

-end-

A Snip of the Whiskers

2009-11-13T02:41:37Z

Title: A Snip of the Whiskers
Wordcount: 1160-ish
Genre: Fluffy :]
Summary: A cat visits a barbershop.

A/N: My mum just adores this story, and I must say I'm quite fond of it as well.

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“Would you loosen the neck strap, please,” the cat requested. “I feel that my breathing may become laboured before long.”

The barber scratched his head but obliged, loosening the collar of the apron-like sheet meant to keep cut hair off the body. “Sorry, sir, but I thought I had fastened it so that it only touched the fur.”

The longhaired tabby took a deep breath and sighed a sigh of long-suffering. “Oh, my dear sir, my neck is much less thin than you might imagine. Certainly, my fur is long and luscious, especially here, around where my collar would normally be, but there is flesh below as well! You mustn’t forget that. It is very important when it comes to grooming us felines.”

“Well, sir, I can’t say I’ve ever groomed a cat before. Most of my customers are of the human sort. Actually, I can’t say I’ve ever met a talking cat.” The barber turned to a sleek-looking shelf and pawed through a small drawer. He extracted one of his favourite electric razors. A part of him felt that he wouldn’t be using it anymore after this.

The cat shifted a little in the red-leather chair. “Really? I find that to be quite odd. See, I’ve met many a talking animal in my lives. Hard to believe you wouldn’t have ever come across a cat and engaged him in conversation. We felines love a little chat now and then. Humans are most interesting creatures.” The cat raised a paw from below the apron and licked it delicately with the grace of a nobleman kissing someone’s hand.

The barber grunted a laugh. “The folks on the street would think me mad if I were to start chatting up a stray. Besides, animals don’t normally talk. It’s just not how it works.”

“Oh?” said the cat. Its hazel eyes held a trace of humour. “Have you ever actually tried speaking to an animal? Or are you just assuming that they are incapable of speech? Heaven knows we shouldn’t assume, my good man.”

The barber said nothing, only turned on the razor and stepped behind the chair, which had been pumped up to its highest height possible. And yet, the cat was still at an awkwardly low angle.

“All right then, sir, what kind of cut do you wish to have?”

“Just a trimming, if you please. A little off the cheeks. Must look my best for the cat show tonight.”

“A cat show, eh?” The barber brought the razor close to the cat’s fur, stooping as he did so. “Think you’re going to win anything?”

“Not at all!” the cat replied with a laugh. “I’m not entering, myself, but my friend is a contestant. I’m going to visit her and wish her luck. She’s most beautiful—I have faith that she will take home at least one award.”

The razor slipped over the fur, slicing off the top half-inch of every strand. “I’ll do my best, sir, to make sure you look wonderful for her.”

“Thank you, my man. I just pray you won’t make a mistake. See, my old chum Charleston got a cut the other day, and the barber slipped up and shaved off a patch on his side, right down to the skin. Course, they had to even it all out, so now the poor fellow’s as bald as anything. He’s a fright, I tell you.”

“Like one of them Mexican cats, eh?” The barber grunted a laugh at his own little joke.

The cat gave a demure chuckle. “My dear sir, that old rumour of the hairless felines found in Mexico is nothing but a load of crock. There is no such thing as a hairless cat; no sir! All of us cats are born with at least some fur, whether it is elegantly long like mine, or cropped like those commonplace shorthairs. Yes, the reason for those hairless beasts is nothing more complex than a bad haircut! Poor things, I must say. That is why I do implore you to be most careful.”

“Not to worry, sir.” The barber stepped to the other side of the cat and began to trim its left cheek fur. “I’ve got a steady hand. And you sit so still, there’s hardly a chance of a slip-up.”

“I’ve heard of your expertise, you know,” the cat added. “All of the humans I’ve spoken to have agreed that you are indeed the best of the lot. You must forgive my lack of confidence. It stems only from our acquaintanceship.”

“It’s all right, sir. Mustn’t place too much faith in the hands of the unknown, eh? But if you don’t mind me asking, what other humans do you talk to? Never once has anyone mentioned to me that they’ve been speaking with a cat.” He clicked off the razor. “All done, sir.”

“Thank you very much, but if you don’t mind, could give me a brushing to catch all of my loose fur? It would be atrocious if I were to show up at the show, shedding hair like no tomorrow.”

“Not a problem, sir,” the barber replied as he selected a nice, wiry brush from his collection on the shelf. He began to run it through the cat’s fur. “Now, what about them humans?”

“Ah, yes! You had asked about them. Well, if you told people you had spoken to a cat today, do you think they would believe you?”

The barber frowned. He had been intending to tell his wife about this strange encounter when he got home, but now that he thought about it, he doubted she would believe such a fantastical claim. “You know, I doubt they would. I’ll probably keep this to myself.”

The cat turned its head and gave the barber a look to show that he had just answered his own question.

Once the brushing was finished and the hair-catching apron removed, the cat looked toward the mirror. “Ah! A professional job. It looks wonderful, my man. You do indeed have expertise.” It gave a shake and jumped lightly to the floor. “As for the payment—”

“Tell you what,” the barber interrupted. “This has been an interesting experience for me. I enjoyed myself, talking to you. This cut is on the house.”

A small smile curled the fine lips of the cat. “You’re too generous, my man. I thank you again for your excellent services. Maybe I will return someday.”

“Maybe so, sir, maybe so.”

“For now, my friend, I bid you au revoir.” The cat swished its tail and headed for the door. There he paused, bathed in the afternoon light that streamed weakly through the frosted glass.

The barber stepped to the door and opened it. The little bell hanging from the frame jingled merrily. “Until we meet again, my friend. Until then.”

The cat ran outside and disappeared down the street.

The bell jingled again as the door came to a close.

--end--

Best. Disney. Villain. Ever.

2009-11-04T17:37:35Z

I've been listening to this a lot lately.

~snagged from theweasleyboys <3

2009-11-01T11:15:22Z

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
indigo_scimitar goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Pavi.
betareject gives you 12 mottled green watermelon-flavoured gumdrops.
emma1794 gives you 5 tan peach-flavoured gumdrops.
strangeblueglow tricks you! You get a wad of paper.
tasareswrist gives you 1 teal tropical-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
theweasleyboys gives you 11 light orange mint-flavoured gummy bats.
indigo_scimitar ends up with 29 pieces of candy, and a wad of paper.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Writer's Block: Seeing stars

2009-10-28T01:32:26Z

Which character from any film, television show, or book would you most like to take on a date and why?

Submitted By blue_mariposa88

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Anyone who knows me knows how likely it is that I'll fall for a fictional character. So, obviously I'd have to answer this question. On my list, I have not only my current interests, but my past loves as well. I still love 'em all in some small way. Here's the list, in no particular order:

1. Richard Rahl (Sword of Truth book series) ~ What a man.
2. James Wilson (House MD) ~ Ehehe. I love him.
3. Pavi Largo (Repo! the Genetic Opera) ~ Goes without saying.
4. Chandler Bing (Friends) ~ He'll always be my favourite friend.
5. Marco del Rossi (Degrassi: the Next Generation) ~ I dun care if he's gay. He's adorable.
6. Anyone Johnny Depp has played, ever.

I'd say stuff like Luigi Largo or Otis Driftwood...if I wasn't afraid I'd get stabbed by them.

~character backstory~

2009-10-22T16:45:28Z

Summary: This is just the character backstory for my OFC in the Repo! RP on Twitter, IndigoSignora.
Warnings: Apart from the fact that this was written in about 15 minutes...nothing notable.

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Life on Sanitarium Island is never the simple, safe kind of life that all parents want for their children. Eric and Kathy Lee were no different from any other prospective parents in wanting their expected child to grow up normally.

It’s not like they were in a bad situation. Eric had his own small hardware business outside of town and Kathy ran a daycare. Though they didn’t have the upper-class status of the opera-goers, they weren’t about to be kicked out onto the streets either. Fortunately for them, they made enough to keep up on their surgery payments and didn’t have to be affiliated with GeneCo beyond sending them a cheque every month.

Six years into their marriage, Kathy became pregnant. It was welcome, certainly, but it wasn’t planned. The horror stories they had heard about their own island were enough to triple the average level of parental worry. Nevertheless, the baby was carried to term and born as any normal baby would be. When little Indigo was placed into her mother’s arms, Kathy and Eric made a vow that the dangers of the city would never be known to her.

And so began Indigo’s sheltered childhood. She lived as any kid would: going to school, hanging out with friends, et cetera. She was pleased with her life, and didn’t realize that she was essentially encased in a protective bubble of ignorance. Her parents tried their best to shield her from the horrors of the world beyond her innocent childhood…and for a while, it worked.

It was on a walk to the local grocery that her bubble of ignorance shattered.

She was only thirteen when she saw the gutted body lying half-stuffed into a culvert to the side of the road. The GeneCops had been slack that day, it would seem. Her parents, though despairing at the realization that it was time for the truth, told Indigo everything she hadn’t known about the city’s true nature.

The dawning knowledge rendered Indigo cynical and negative. Shutting herself off from close ties, she took to seeing the worst in everything before even trying to trust anyone. The terrible information she had received still turned her stomach. ‘How could anyone live like this?’...and yet they did. GeneCo continued to thrive and rake in the dollars from unnecessary surgeries. To Indigo, it was mind-boggling.

It took several years for her pessimism to subside. She learned to just keep away from Sanitarium Island’s underbelly and let the foolish others do as they pleased. She allowed herself to trust people once more—after they had proven that they could be trusted.

After graduating from high school, it was a trip to GeneCo that changed her surroundings entirely. Meeting the family that she hadn’t really known anything about for so many years was shocking, but…she liked it. It was exciting, it was an adventure—everything her childhood had lacked. Against what she figured was her better judgment, she stuck around, even finding an assistant’s job for one of the Largos. She knew that her parents would disapprove…but it didn’t really matter. Not anymore.

Now, this is the independence she never knew she didn’t have. It is the danger she didn’t know existed.

And she’s loving every minute of it.

-end-

Writer's Block: Life is a masquerade

2009-10-02T22:13:19Z

Are you planning to dress up for Halloween? How long do you typically plan your costume? Do you keep it a secret?

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Totes going as Pavi (guy on the right in my userpic) from Repo! The Genetic Opera. Most years, I don't put this much planning into a costume, but this may be my last year to properly dress up. Therefore, I'm going all out. I tell people what I'm going as, but they have no idea who it is xD Oh well. I'm gonna enjoy it.

You're supposed to grow up and care less about Halloween as the years go by. Me? I FLIPPING LOVE HALLOWEEN MORE AND MORE AS I GET OLDER. SCREW ANYONE WHO THINKS IT SHOULD BE OTHERWISE.

Meme yoinked from betareject <3

2009-09-26T14:01:54Z

The 'What I've Written' Meme:

Favourite story:

Difficult decision. I guess I'll have to say Unmasking (Pavi/OFC, Repo!) and its associated tales, the third sequel (Bloodlust [Tension and Release]) especially. As it's the first lengthy fic I've written that I didn't hate completely by the end of the writing process, I have a particular fondness for it. I've no idea if it's the best or not, but considering its reception and the fact that I've written three sequels to it, it's gotta be my favourite.

Best story:

If we're going by amount of reviews, Tables Turn (House/Wilson, House MD) would be numero uno. It's short (friggin' tiny, at 230 words) but still captures the emotions just the way I wanted. It's one of those few dialogue-less stories I've written that actually came out well enough to stand alone without seeming incomplete in some way.

Most Underappreciated Story:

You know, I really liked Fascination ~eternal platonic love mix~ (House/Wilson, House MD) after I finished it. It was light and sweet, with just enough touch of funny and slash to balance everything out. When I got the opportunity to write about DDR at the height of my DDR addiction, I grasped at it eagerly and did my best with it. People liked the fic, but it has fewer reviews than some of the other stories. Course, I could say the same about A Brief Moment (House/Wilson), though I thought the ending of that one was weak anyway.

And, and, and--it makes me sad that some people refuse to read Unmasking because it's got an OFC. Please don't judge too early, people~

Most Fun Story:

Oh, there were a lot of stories I had fun writing. I'll just list some of 'em with a brief description of why.

That Doesn't Count As A Costume (Dan/Walter, Watchmen) - It was my first (and only) dialogue-only story. It was also my only Watchmen fic. It was great to have a chance to just focus on character interaction without concerning myself with description. This fic worked better without background noise. Also it was fluffy and funny :3

Hate My Life (Repo! ensemble) - I had the time of my life writing this. It's fun rewriting lyrics (having done it before to customize Beatles' songs to be Halo-themed xD), and this song worked too well for Repo! I think it's amusing and kind of accurate in a way.

Bloodlust (Tension and Release) (Largo siblings, Repo!) - I just love writing Luigi. He's such a twisted character. 'Nuff said.

Sexiest Story:

Ahh, I haven't written much that one would call 'sexy', but the closest you'll get to it would probably be The Narrator (House/Wilson, House MD). I have such an issue writing anything smutty, so this one was a challenge. It was a prompt, though, so it had to be fulfilled. It seems the masses were appeased, though, so perhaps I succeeded.

My favourite sexytiem scene, however, would have to be at the end of Chapter 6 (Love and Hate) of Unmasking. It was painful, but oh so gooood.

Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you:

I haven't written anything particularly twisted. Does creating an OFC count? Not only that, but a canon character not known for monogamy kind of~sort of had feelings for her. TABOO MUCH. (view Unmasking for details)

Story that shifted my perceptions of a character:

When I first started writing Unmasking, my intention was to just keep Pavi as the heartless, womanizing bastard that he is. I wanted him to break my OFC's heart, and I wanted it to be expected. There was going to be no fooling myself into thinking he was any more than a common, promiscuous asshole. The farther I got into the story, though, I began to see that there might be more to him than the 'wanton face-thief'. Perhaps it was a bit immature of me, but I created a past for him that explained a bit of his behaviour. Oh, I didn't forgive this behaviour--he is still unchangeable, unmoveable--but I was able to see the human side of him hidden behind his mask. Because of this, I was able to sympathize with him, even though he's still a hopeless case.

Hardest Story to Do:

As mentioned before, The Narrator was awkward for me to write because of its semi-smuttiness. I'm sure I'll get used to writing that kind of thing someday. Also, finishing Glimmer on the Horizon (see next section for details) was hard, tedious work...and it shows. Don't even bother reading it, really.

Biggest Disappointment:

Ugh. I wrote a sequel to a House/Wilson fic I wrote (Eternity) called Glimmer on the Horizon. I think it started off all right, but by the end it just felt forced and repetitive. That was what turned me off writing long stories in the first place. I have an issue with finishing them at all, let alone making the last half of the story any good. Unmasking would have to be the sole exception.

Most Revealing Story:

About myself or about the characters? This question has me confused. I mean, Unmasking reveals a lot about Paviche, but--oh, never mind. Skipping this one.

Story I Want Remembered:

Eh...Unmasking and its associated tales, I guess. I'm fairly proud of them, so I don't want them to fade into obscurity. Of course, I don't want the House/Wilson fics like Tables Turn, A Brief Moment and Fascination ~eternal platonic love mix~ to fall off the face of the planet either.

Fic I Still Love Most:

Unmasking, the prequel and its sequels. Guess we could've assumed this one already xD

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Writer's Block: What if calories didn't count?

2009-09-18T16:36:29Z

If a magic genie told you your calories wouldn't count for 24 hours, would it change what and how much you ate that day?

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Oh, that would be a fun 24 hours.

Boom de Yada, a musical Repo! fic

2009-09-11T22:23:18Z

Title: Boom de Yada, Repo! style
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Everybody
Rating: G
Word Count: 178
Summary: This time around, the cast sings about what they love!
Warnings: Nothing of note.

A/N: Presenting my gift to theweasleyboys:

If the timing is screwy, blame the shitty GIF maker I was using. Also, if your journal cuts off part of the image (like mine), just do the 'Properties-Copy Image Location-Paste Into New Browser' thing.

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AMBER:

I love the Zydrate

And all my surgery.

ROTTI:

I love all of my gold

And my big company.

ALL:

I love the Repo! world

And all its crazy folks.

Boom de yada, boom de yada

PAVI:

I love the ladies—

Their faces are the best.

SHILO:

I’d love some freedom;

Can’t settle this unrest.

ALL:

I love the Repo! world—

Even the scalpel sluts.

Boom de yada, boom de yada

GRAVEROBBER:

I love the graveyards,

The source of all my cash.

MAG:

I love that I can sing

‘Cause every song’s a smash!

ALL:

I love the Repo! world,

As SNAFU as it is.

Boom de yada, boom de yada

REPO MAN:

I love to repossess—

NATHAN:

But I still love Marni.

LUIGI:

I’d love to stab you now

So get away from me!

ALL:

I love the Repo! World,

Though it’s so damn screwed up.

Boom de yada, boom de yada

TEASER OF WHAT IS TO COME

2009-09-11T00:12:06Z

Boom de fuckin' yada.

Once my GIF skillz have been honed, I will reveal the rest of my latest parody (idea courtesy of theweasleyboys).

(and hell if I can draw Rotti. Pain in the ass.)

4 Repo! doodles and a sketch of 9

2009-09-06T16:06:56Z

"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa......"

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(he's the only one I drew with a nose, for some reason)

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T'was an uber-quick sketch. OMFG I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE.

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Bloodlust (Tension and Release) ~ Sequel #3 to Unmasking

2009-09-06T04:50:57Z

Title: Bloodlust (Tension and Release)
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Luigi, Pavi, Amber
Rating: M
Word Count: 1426
Summary: Luigi attempts to put up with his brother's grief over losing his bella.
Warnings: It's Luigi-centric, so you're going to have to read through a lot of language. There's also implied violence and some sexual content.

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There it was again, that goddamn sniffling.

Luigi followed the sound into some underused sitting room. Curled up in the fetal position on the couch was the whiny little bitch himself. Pavi had taken to spending the days feeling sorry for himself. Even the GENterns were getting bored of his depressing mood, hence the fact that they weren’t around to grope him at the moment.

“Jesus Christ man, shut the fuck up. What is your problem, seriously?”

Pavi wiped at the eyeholes in his mask and looked up at the comment. “B-brother, you know-a my b-bella...”

“Oh, fuck, not this again.” Luigi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Would you just forget about that bitch and move on? You fucked up, she left, and she’s not coming back. It doesn’t fucking matter. Get over it.” He made to leave.

“Lu-Luigi?”

Against his better judgment, Luigi turned back to face his red-eyed brother. “What?” he snapped.

“Can the Pavi...can I have a hug?”

Pavi looked so pathetic—more so than normal—that for a moment Luigi was speechless.

“Are you fucking serious?” He was almost laughing now. “Get a fucking life, fag boy, and leave me the hell out of your melodrama.”

He stormed off without waiting for another stupid interruption from Pavi.

Adjusting his ascot while observing his reflection, Luigi made no motion to see who had entered the bathroom. Rather, he snarled.

“Occupied, dumbass. ‘Less you want a knife in your ribcage, I’d get the fuck out.”

He watched in the mirror as Pavi sidled past him and sat on the closed toilet lid. With a greatly exaggerated sigh, Pavi set his chin in one hand and stared into his own mirror gloomily.

Luigi gave him a full thirty seconds before losing his cool. “What the fuck do you want now?”

“The Pavi does not-a know what to-a do anymore, brother. Without his bella, he is-a lost.” Pavi sighed again. “What to do, what to do.”

“Pavi, you have the mistaken impression that I give a damn. You’ve got every Gentern in this city wanting to suck you off, but you’re too busy jerking it to some bitch who left you. You know...” He paused, musing. “I could always take care of her for you.”

Pavi raised his eyes warily. “Take-a care...?”

Luigi pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt. He brandished it in front of his brother’s face. “Take care of her. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about the bitch anymore.”

The aghast look on his brother’s face was near comical. “Luigi! How could you-a say such a thing? Not my bella, my poor bella...” He continued to shake his head, stunned.

“Just trying to help out, fratello,” Luigi muttered as he returned his gaze to the mirror.

“Amber, we have to do something about that idiot.” Luigi sniffed his coffee before taking a sip. He saw his lackey relax visibly when he didn’t spit it out.

“Pavi, I assume.” His sister was regarding her hands with mild intrigue. “I think my fingers should be longer, don’t you?”

“I don’t care. Listen, I’m getting sick and tired of his bullshit. All he does is bitch and complain about that girl he lost. We need to get him to shut up about the entire thing.”

Amber was still disinterested. “He’ll get over it eventually.”

“Eventually isn’t fucking soon enough!” Luigi took a deep breath after a glare from Amber. “Right, so, what are we gonna do about it?”

“Hmm...” The head of GeneCo looked to the ceiling dreamily. The Zydrate was flowing liberally in her veins. With a tittering laugh at nothing, she ran a finger down Luigi’s cheek. “Oh, Lu, you just need to loosen up. Don’t worry about it. Just relaaaaax...” She reclined in her loveseat and giggled again.

“You’re useless,” Luigi spat, disgusted. He was apparently the only one in the city who wanted Pavi back to his normal self. As much as that idea irked him as well, it was better than the alternative. Depressive, moody Pavi was tenfold more annoying than happy, outgoing Pavi. At least the cheerful Pavi didn’t mope around and bother Luigi with pointless whining.

Deciding that talking to his stoner sister was a waste of his time, Luigi retreated to his room to brood. He sat on the bed and stared at his knife. It was one of his favourites: eight inches long, lightly serrated, polished wooden handle. It was an antique, or so he had been told. Handcrafted by some old man in the twentieth century, according to the back alley merchant.

He could just see his distorted reflection in the spotless steel. Not once had he let the blood dry on any of his blades. They were his pride and joy.

Each murder was not clear in his mind. They all just blended into one seamless killing—a flash of silver; the lovely sound of metal on skin, slipping across bone; warm rivers of blood soaking his clothing. The cries of terror were all a collective scream of agony and ecstasy to him. He lived for that feeling, the tension in their bodies as they tried to reject the knives, flexing and writhing and struggling to get away. That was the best part. Taking a person by surprise was never all that fun. He wanted to feel their fear.

As the memories of the stabbings whirled in his mind, his pulse quickened. He closed his eyes and imagined his blade sinking into taut flesh. He felt himself grow hard with the excitement of his thoughts.

That’s what he needed right now. Some bloodshed. He had been too stressed lately; hadn’t killed anyone in a while. It would be a great tension reliever.

Luigi re-sheathed his knife and headed for the door. Still in a daze, he wondered vaguely who he might go after. Maybe a GENtern. They were easy to replace. Or maybe that idiot henchboy. He was pretty much useless anyway.

His feet carried him through the building without him noticing much. He passed the drawing room where Amber was still recumbent. He strolled by the store rooms where the GENterns were organizing the newly acquired organs. The smell of Zydrate being developed was drifting out from a nearby lab. Luigi acknowledged none of it, only continued walking.

He arrived at a sitting room—the same in which Pavi had asked for a hug just days before—and took a seat. Nothing had really caught his eye on the way there. The bloodlust continued to nag at his consciousness, though, and he needed to fulfill its demands.

When Pavi entered the room and sat down next to him on the sofa, the urge to kill was great and ever-mounting.

“Ah, fratello, the Pavi is-a still upset. I do wish you would-a care.”

Luigi’s fingers tensed around the handle of his knife. “Nice fucking wish, fag boy.”

“But I am your brother,” Pavi said, his voice morose. “Shouldn’t you-a care how I feel?”

“Not when you go on about it twenty-four-fucking-seven.” Luigi could just see the glint of the steel at the corner of his eye. His stabbing arm twitched.

Pavi noticed the blade at that point. “Fratello...”

“If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of my sight and shut up about that stupid bitch before I cut you to fucking ribbons!” Luigi raised the tip of the blade to Pavi’s nose. “Understand, brother?”

Pavi wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. Luigi watched him scamper off, then brought his attention to the knife.

“He needs a friend like you,” Luigi murmured to the steel. “Won’t judge, won’t run off, won’t talk.” He ran the handle along the crotch of his pants, where the blood continued to pound. He leaned back and moaned softly as he thought of the dying shrieks of another faceless peasant.

Yes, Pavi needed a more faithful friend.

Release. Luigi needed release.

The rag wiped slow circles over the metal, picking up every spot of lackey blood that had been spattered. Luigi, still shirtless after having removed his now-stained clothing, continued to clean the knife with the gentle, loving strokes of someone handling their most prized possession.

It wasn’t healthy to let that amount of tension build up. He wouldn’t pen it up for so long next time.

And god help him, if Pavi said so much as another word about that stupid bitch Bella...

Luigi stared into the now-gleaming blade.

“Then I know who’s gonna relieve me next.”

-end-

Unmasking ~ Table of Contents

2009-09-05T21:53:10Z

All the chapters of Unmasking, plus links to the sequels:

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5
Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10

Prequel: Obsession

Sequel #1: An Old Face

Sequel #2: Post-Mortem

Sequel #3: Bloodlust (Tension and Release)

Fanmix, created by betareject: Beast and his Bella

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Writer's Block: Top of the Charts

2009-09-05T13:16:02Z

What's the most-played song in your music library?

View 2059 Answers

I barely ever use the Windows Media Player on this computer, so I'll have to edit later when I check the other one. However, in this WMP, the song New In Town (Radio Edit) by Little Boots is numero uno at a whole ten plays.

Now, upstairs, we once had an accurate playcount...until song files got moved and everything got reset. So when I give you THAT statistic, remember that it'll be less than it actually is.

PS - Apparently the Repo! song with the most plays is Thankless Job. Can't say I'm not surprised. Figured it would be Mark It Up. Odd.

3 Repo! sketches + 1 from The Devil's Rejects

2009-09-04T03:21:58Z

Hai guys. Moar drawings for everyone.

Not super-pleased with this one, but I didn't really invest much time into it. Oh well.

If you can guess which Repo! character this is, then my caricature skills aren't completely lacking.

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REEEEEEPO MAAAAAN. This was actually bitchin'-hard to draw. So much black...so little detail...

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And finally, hey guys, look, it's Otis!

This post needs moar Bill Moseley. ALSO THAT IS PROBABLY THE BEST HAND I'VE EVER DRAWN.

I actually enjoyed The Devil's Rejects, strangely enough. Not really my kinda movie, but...man, I love Bill now. He's a BAMF.

Subtitles of fail!

2009-09-02T15:10:41Z

Have you ever read the subtitles of a movie just for fun?

Well, last night I decided to watch Repo! with subtitles, mainly to catch some of the lyrics I couldn't understand. Course, anyone who has watched an english movie with english subtitles will know that incongruities are commonplace. However, sometimes there is such a spectacular moment of fail that it must be pointed out.

Here are a few subtitles that either irked or amused me. Apologies for the crappy quality of the stills; I couldn't go frame by frame with the subtitles on.

(Also, if you can't hear a musical, I don't understand why you'd be watching it anyway, but...oh, I don't know. Never mind.)

Shilo, that's a real poor excuse for being in that graveyard. You're seventeen. Smarten up.

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How do you confuse 'from the transplants' to 'that's right friends'? Okay, not a big deal, but it bugged me.

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This isn't anything...I mean, it's right. I just always thought he was saying 'cock', not 'cut'. Rewatch it! That's what it sounds like!

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This is just an annoying typo. Spelling!fail.

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I think that 'it's-a perfect' would be more Pavi-esque, don't you think?

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Wait, what? Lock on what? Your Zydrate addiction? I'm confused!

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I think the subtitle writers just suck at understanding the background vocals.

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Another 'whut' moment on my part. It's just funny when the subtitles are so far removed from the lyrics that I feel bad for the people who can't hear the movie.

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Dramatical isn't a word! Jesus!

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I doubt Pavi cares what Nathan does to Mag, so long as her face is intact. Isn't that the point of the original lyric?

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Pretty sure the line was 'debt', but I could be wrong. *eyeroll*

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Nathan Wallace is the Michelangelo of the mid-21st century. Those dead bodies will be priceless someday.

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Horror hard to remember when it's wearing a mask. OHWAIT--

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'Cause you know, after you're dead, she won't having anything better to do with you than make a stew.

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Mag says Nathan turned the house into a zoo. However, there is an unsettling lack of animals. Remember the bird cage?

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What's arrived?? I hope it's Christmas!

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--and Rotti will handle the sails! Luigi, fend off those enemy pirates, and--PAVI, NO, YOU'RE NOT THAT KIND OF PIRATE!

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And they'll go for a pleasant stroll in the indoor graveyard. Sounds romantic.

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Song title!fail. That's all I need to say about this one. For SHAME, subtitle writers.

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AND, FINALLY, MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE:

OH SHIT. If you're getting THAT repossed while you're still alive...poor son of a bitch. That's what you get for not loving yourself the way you are.

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Even I could've done a better job with those friggin' subtitles. Put some pride into your work, folks.

I need canon timeline help.

2009-09-01T14:11:18Z

I'm trying to figure out a goddamn canon timeline for Repo!, but it's proving difficult. It'll help with my fic writing. So, if anyone can help me out...

2011: Marni is born - Her coffin says so.
2016: Nathan is born - Shilo said he was forty in 2056...but maybe that just sounded better than forty-six or something...
2040: Marni dies - Her coffin says so.
2056: When the movie takes place.

Supposedly, all of the stuff that led up to the story happened 17 years ago. 17 years before 2056 is 2039, but Marni died in 2040. What happened here?

2039-40: Mag gets her eyes?
2039-40: Shilo is born?
2039-40: Marni dies?

Rotti's age is never referred to in any way. He does, however, say that Mag was nineteen when he discovered her. Did he help her that year? If so, then Mag would have been a good ten years younger than Marni. I suppose people could be best friends across such a gap, but still...Maybe he only helped her later on, because otherwise...

2040: Marni is 29.
2039-40: Mag is 19?

And then we have the Largo kids. They're younger than Marni would have been in 2056 had she lived, but they're too old for her to have given birth to them. We can only assume that Rotti had another wife/lover before Marni. He must've been a good deal older than Marni.

For argument's sake, say we placed Pavi at 29, Amber at 27 and Luigi at 31 in 2056. NOTE: I don't know who's the youngest. All I know is that Pavi is the youngest son, but not if he's the youngest sibling.

2025: Luigi is born. --Marni would be 14.
2027: Pavi is born. --Marni would be 16.
2029: Amber is born. --Marni would be 18.

See? Marni would be much too young to have been their mother. If they were any younger, then it might have been possible, but I doubt that they are.

As for Rotti's age...if, hypothetically, we say he became a father at 25...

2025: Rotti is 25.
2039: Rotti is 39.
2056: Rotti is 56.

It would make sense. It would give him enough time to become a father at a half-decent age, while not being ridiculously older than Marni when he meets her.

I made Pavi out to be 30 in Unmasking, which takes place in the year 2057. If canon could fit snugly around this claim, then I'm in the clear. What does anyone else think?

Post-Mortem ~ Sequel #2 to Unmasking

2009-09-01T02:55:09Z

Title: Post-Mortem
Pairing(s)/Character(s): OFC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 578
Summary: Bella attends a burial.
Warnings: There are some swear words.

A/N: I don't know where this one came from, or what it means, or what it has to do with anything. All I know is that it gets me emotionally, for some odd reason.

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I will not cry.

Amber cries. The GENterns are crying.

But I won’t. I refuse.

The eulogy is as utilitarian as our city. It could have been for anyone. It isn’t worthy of the man now being lowered into the ground. I doubt, however, that any speech could have truly captured the many eccentricities of Pavi Largo. He was a unique man, deserving of unique words.

If they had asked me to do the eulogy, it would have been along the lines of how screwed up he was, and how he fucked over pretty much every girl in town.

They probably wouldn’t have appreciated it, though.

Instead, I have to listen to this boring old man ramble on about ‘nobility’ and ‘people-loving’ and other bullshit that supposedly has something to do with Pavi.

I fiddle with a thread on my black dress. The service must be over soon. It feels like it’s been going on for years. I don’t even know why I came. I haven’t spoken to him in four years.

My eyes travel over the surprisingly small turnout. Luigi and Amber are standing together near the minister; Amber has her face buried in her brother’s shoulder. Luigi...always the cold, heartless bastard, not crying or even frowning. Still as a stone.

Apart from them and a smattering of choice GENterns, not many other people have shown up. I’m sure all of the women who have had their hearts broken by him at one point or another are laughing at home right now, thinking that the asshole got his just desserts. I suppose he did.

The eulogist has finally finished speaking. We are standing and circling the grave. Everyone’s eyes look down to the mahogany coffin. Yes, always the stand-out Largo sibling, that Pavi. Why go for the generic black box? Have got to be more elegant than the rest, even in death. That was him, all right—my dashing Pavi.

Handfuls of dirt are being tossed on top of the coffin. When it comes my turn, I do not contribute. I will not offer him this last act of respect. He did nothing to earn it.

People are walking away. Gravediggers are hovering on the outskirts of the gathering, waiting to finish their job. I continue to stand over the grave. My sight is locked on the depths; brown on brown. Soon to be indistinguishable. Pavi Largo, the most colourful, charismatic man in our city, is about to assimilate with the blandness. He is going to be as unremarkable as...as me.

The tears are starting to burn. I hold them back.

I hear impatient snorts from the gravediggers, but I don’t raise my head even to give them a dirty look.

“Paviche...” I murmur through gritted teeth. “Why?”

With a furious motion, I rip a gaudy plastic ring, still crusted with dirt of another grave, off of my finger and fling it into the hole.

“I saw what was behind your mask, and it disgusted me,” I continue to whisper at his dead body. “And I still wanted you. Even now, I want you.” I can no longer restrain the tears. They cut paths down my cheeks. “What is it about you, Pavi? Why you? Why me? Why us, in this stupid city, in this stupid time?”

My throat is locking up. I spin away from the grave, determined to never return.

The flowers I laid last week are dying. I’ll have to replace them soon.

-end-

Writer's Block: Under Protest

2009-08-31T13:59:52Z

Have you ever participated in a boycott? What did you boycott and why?

View 527 Answers

American Eagle. Never been in the store, and have no desire to enter it. *thumbs up* Everyone else can have their overpriced, shoddily-made clothing. Course, it's not just AE. Anyone who feels that they NEED to wear anything like Hollister, Roxy, DC, Billabong, etc., has some severe self-esteem issues. Mind you, I don't have a problem with people who wear those brands--just those who HAVE to in order to fit in.

An Old Face ~ Sequel #1 to Unmasking

2009-08-31T02:39:28Z

Title: An Old Face
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Pavi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Summary: Pavi gets a new mask.
Warnings: Nothing notable.

A/N: Remember, there are probably going to be several sequels, none of which that will be related in any way. Well, they'll be related to Unmasking, but not to each other.....er.....You know what I mean.

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Pavi runs his fingers over his new face. It’s a bit small, as most of the women’s faces are when he wears them. It has the too-smooth feel of a chemical treated skin, and he loves the sensation as it whispers beneath his touch. His fingertips play over the mouth, narrow but still luscious even after the preservation. The eyelids, the nose—everything is perfect, everything is the same, just as he remembers it.

He runs a hand over his hair and smiles. The lips curl in unison with his own. Oh, the memories of this face...

Of course, the most recent memory is not a pleasant one: a quick shot of the glow, deft hands manoeuvring a scalpel with practiced motions, slicing and peeling and coveting the treasure. It was unlike him to take the face of a body not yet dead, but he couldn’t bear killing her.

It did not cross his mind that shock or blood loss could be just as fatal.

No, his only concern is that he now has this face—beauty, recollections, perfection; all in one.

“I did-a wrong, bambina,” he whispers to his vanity mirror. “You left me. But now I-a have you...forever. My love, my bella.”

He traces one more finger down his bella’s face.

“Mine forever...”

-end-