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As the days tick by [06 Feb 2004|09:42am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Argh . . . .

You know, part of me wants to go home about now. I could KILL for a Taco Bell Grande salad. Part of me wants to get this the fuck over and get down to that planet surface, kick some alien butt, and live happily ever after. And part of me wants to never go there. Because then the safety will be over. No to mention no more beds for threeway sex. And cuddling with Vigs and Col might get a little more tricky.

But I know it's coming. All of us are just about done with our transformations. I've been trying to do the exercises Colin tells me to do, and I think I'm getting stronger, not that you can really tell by looking. I feel lighter than ever. I think some of my bones have gone hollow or something--really weird.

All I know is that my instincts are going nutso. Want trees. Want water.

Want to fly . . . .

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What's up pussycat? [14 Jan 2004|02:05pm]
[ mood | calm ]

I actually stretched out the full wings in the common room, started trying to exercise them--I think if they're actually going to be useful on the planet I need to at least work them out a little, get a feel for them. Fuck, I'm pretty impressed; they're each about six, seven feet long, four of them, clear but with this brown tinge near the base and brownish veins--I guess that's due to the blood flowing through them. They fold up really compact, and though they look delicate, I tested them out a little and they're really really tough. I mean okay a sharp knife could probably cut them. But at least I don't have to worry about catching them on a nail and tearing them or something.

Liv and I had our bi-weekly waterfight, which was fun--her wings haven't popped yet. I told her a little how it felt, and let her know to call for me when it happens--it fucking sucks, but at least it doesn't take a long time.

And Colin and Viggo are getting Jolly Green Giant green--it's pretty funny. I want to see if they'll get like any thorns or shit--they're supposed to maybe get some personal defenses of some kind. I guess now the only ones of us who look normal are the predators, which is pretty funny. I heard Miranda's having some trouble with her change. Hopefully she's okay. And Cate's been way too quiet. And she seems really pale. Even paler than normal. I wonder what she chose.

Me I spend a lot of time in the gym now, trying to get some upper body strength, trying to teach Colin some of my yoga stuff.

Trying to prepare for planetfall.

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A look at myself [30 Dec 2003|01:20pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

Well, now I know.

They opened up this morning, yep, those things I suspected, that I've felt growing for a while . . .


So now we're positive I'm becoming a water 'fairy' like Liv, just great. I guess on the good side I won't be sensitive to light as Vin is, and I'll still be able to see colors. Now that I've come to grips with this, I know better how to take care of it--daily little baths, and fuck how many packets I go through, but at least I'm not having weird breathing episodes any more. Their fault I need this much anyway. And I can't wait for these stupid wings to unfurl already. They're poking a good inch out my back under the skin now, they itch like heck, and HURT!!!!

Meanwhile. Colin and Viggo. I think I'm still kind of surprised at Viggo's words to him. I never in a million years would expect Viggo to fall hard that fast. Pardon, but I still suspect the DNA mambo going on inside may be partly to blame. And my own reaction when Colin told me was kind of unexpected. I wanted to help him, but I didn't know how, and I really tried not to show it, how I felt--which I think I did a good job; I mean I'm an actor and all. But it hurt me a little. Only a little. I mean it's stupid. I have no claim on anybody, so who's falling for who shouldn't concern me. So why did I feel a little jealous? And I'm not even sure which one I was jealous of. Stupid, just like I said. Better to just not feel. I've been saying it for years. My life, my job, I'll never get close enough to anyone for the kind of thing I picture love to be anyways, and even if I do I know it won't last. All I have to do is look at my parents. Fuck. All of Hollywood.

And now . . . well . . . I'm alone again, I guess. It's only a matter of time before it gets too awkward for them to share with me any more. Argh. I just wish one of my hobbits were here, to get me through this. I will get through. But I'm scared.

I want somebody to hold onto.

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hanging out in nowheresville [18 Dec 2003|03:48pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Oh man, it's fucking funny sometimes, how many of us there are hanging out near the water dispenser, going through those packets like there's no tomorrow. I guess having your DNA rescrambled is thirsty work. But I got yelled at the other day when I used one to pour over my head and chest--I'm sorry! The chemical whateverthefuck-youcallthem showers . . . that's not a fucking shower. I want water. Just simple water. What I would give for a chance to go surfing right now . . .

I've also been sleeping a lot lately. No clue if that means I'm going nocturnal or what; just haven't had a lot of reason to stay awake I guess. Stuff's going on, but I'm not sure what. There's like different flows of energy than when we got here. That friction between Vin and Marton seems less. Colin's doing better. Viggo--he's too quiet. Not sure how he's doing. And I haven't seen Orlando! Even though Craig urged me to talk to him, like me, he just seems to spend an awful lot of time sleeping. I've never felt so alone before--I mean I still talk to Viggo, but there's something going on with him and he won't tell me; I just seem to be in the dark about everything. I don't know if people are trying to protect me or what. Yeah I know I'm the fucking youngest. It doesn't mean I can't handle knowing things.

And there's this annoying itch in my back. Now I chose night--they have tails, right? So you'd think it'd be low on my spine--my tailbone to be exact. But this itch is right between my shoulder blades. Argh. Maybe it's just these stupid beds.

At least the thought of cigarettes doesn't make me ache with craving any more. Actually it's kind of a disgusting thought now. But I think I did my lungs some permanent damage. The other morning I woke up short of breath.

Fucking figures.

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Getting the shot . . . [05 Dec 2003|07:26pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

Oh God. Just remind me if I ever get back to Earth not to ever touch another fucking clove for as long as I live. Because quitting cold turkey is a son of a bitch.

Viggo's been so supportive. Holding me when I sleep--I wasn't about to let him sleep on the floor. And I've been super good--I mean he's like family to me, with the movie and all, and I so look up to him. He's been kind of a stable force for all of us, keeping us all relatively calm.

After much dithering, I chose the Night creature. I was a little worried at the DNA poke--I can't read their language, but the little vial had a symbol that somehow looked wrong to me--and it sounds like there had been some confusion in the room getting my stuff ready--the tech and the doctor were arguing or something. Didn't hurt too much, but God, knowing you're going to change into a freaky new mutant form is NOT condusive to a good night's rest.

Weird thing? I've been SO craving water ever since . . . .

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De Nile ain't just a river . . . [02 Dec 2003|08:46am]
[ mood | shocked ]

I can't fucking believe they're making us choose what genetic experiment they're going to soup us up on.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't fucking choose.

I'm going to just go hide and pretend it isn't happening at all.

ooc: Will be out of town until Friday--see ya, and I'll try to take nice piccies at the L.A. premiere! :D

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"I wanted to talk to you about...well...about that night." [28 Nov 2003|02:46pm]
[ mood | enthralled ]

Quite an apology, NC-17Collapse )

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[19 Nov 2003|06:58pm]
[ mood | hungover but happy ]

January 29, 2002:

Elijah moans as he rolls out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom to stick his head in the toilet, dry heaving until he's sure he's damaged something inside. Ugh. No more Jagermeister. *Ever again*.

Well, they didn't get to go to Vegas like he'd hoped, but yeah, his twenty-first birthday was really something. Also no big handsome guys taking him home to fuck, but hey you can't always get everything you want. At least he got a pity fuck out of it from Dom. Or Billy. Can't really remember which. But man. He's never drinking that much again.

Ah hell, who is he kidding? He's finally legal! Drink where he wants, go to all the L.A. clubs, and best of all, guys are finally starting to look at him as something more than a wide-eyed child. Which is the best fucking part of it all.

Hell he's going out tonight if he can. Try 17's wrapped, Lords is having a phenomenal success, and there's Oscar talk for Peter Jackson. And plenty of attention for Elijah too.

Life is good.

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OOC: [16 Jun 2003|01:45pm]

This journal is being modified and updated for a new rpg coming out, enduroare_rpg which will start to have history posts starting immediately. If you have friended this journal from an old game, you may want to remove it from your friend list.


--Lij mun
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