((you could hear all of Eden hold its breath...))

2008.

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 04:09:32 GMT

Yeah, I'm updating an old journal (I do this a lot, don't I?) because I realized my other one had like 2 posts on it + I wasn't friends with everyone I knew on LJ. So really, it was a bad decision.

I saw that Maka had made a list of good and bad things that had happened to her this year, and I thought I would make a similar list. I felt as though it might explain a little bit why I was absent basically 98% of this year. I don't mean to be a stranger...I guess posting on LJ forces me to explain things, and there's a lot of things that happened to me this year that I don't want to explain. I guess you can take it for what it is. These aren't in any particular order.

Bad News First:

1. My dog Roxanne died.
2. Mom was passed over for a crucial promotion due to an outside hire.
3. My parents separated.
4. Dad moved out.
5. Dad dropped a washer-dryer tower on me (remember this? lol)
6. Dad and I fought a lot.
7. Dad threatened to kill himself. This was probably the worst day of my life.
8. I found my dad's suicide note.
9. To make matters worse, in the suicide note my dad named my little brother and my mom as the "light of his life." (Someone is missing from this equation).
10. I gained weight.
11. Infatuations went unsatisfied.
12. I ended up at my 4th-to-last choice school.
13. I didn't get into any of the schools I actually wanted to go to.
14. Most of my friends forgot that I was going through a really rough period of my life.
15. I suffered from a lack of supportive infrastructure in my social life.
16. I spent a summer trying to fix my family. It didn't work.
17. I've gone to a college where we are 60% Greek (as in frats and sororities). Bad choice!

Good News, Good News:

1. I found a place in my college were I fit, almost perfectly.
2. I won a statewide competition for writing and received a $3000 scholarship.
3. I have completed my first semester of college with a 3.45 GPA.
4. My college's drama department produced a short play I had written as part of an arts festival.
5. I have found friends that, if I was ever to go through the above again, would help and support me.
6. I got two new dogs--Diego and Cookie (read: the loves of my life! lmao).
7. I watched a lot of good Doctor Who (although I haven't finished season 4....shhhhh....)
8. I've realized what my family means to me.
9. I moved in with my dad for a month this summer and it was really beneficial.
10. I graduated high school. THANK YOU JESUS.

Some New Year's Resolutions:

1. Stop disappearing :)
2. Become a vegetarian!

I realize that's a lot more bad than good, but hey. 2008 was pretty shitty for me. Here's to a better 2009.

meme-age? god, it's been awhile.

hahahaha....lol. i love you all. let's have a good 2009.

NEW JOURNAL

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:37:04 GMT

http://la_vie_comme_jc.livejournal.com

maybe i'll actually update this one.

today, I had a fucking tap-dancing fantastic day.

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 22:57:16 GMT

Today,

I won $1500, because I won the Carmel Arts Council Literary Scholarship,

I was named a state finalist for Project eXcel in Writing (possible scholarships include $3000, $2000, $1000),

I declared I was running for president in government class,

we got an offer on our ramshackle house so we can move out of it into a nice condominium,

and I was waitlisted at Smith.

((Waitlisting, I think, is positive. Anything that's not "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM OUR SCHOOL" is positive. :) ))

Whenever I have an awful day, I want to look at this note to say,

hey,

I too can have spectacular days.

P.S. I can't say it enough -- congrats, Maka. :) I wish you all the happiness in the world.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:53:53 GMT

my father basically dropped a dual washer-dryer on top of me today.

we were trying to get it out of his truck--it's one of those washer-on-top-of-the-dryer contraptions that weighs like 500 pounds. we got it on the tailgate and my dad was like, "ok, all the weight's gonna fall on you so put your shoulder into it. you have to bear hug it and keep the angle straight"

so he pulled it, and it dropped, and it smashed into me and popped me out from under it and against the truck. the washer/dryer fell out of the car and on to the cement. thud. thud.

father: NOW IT'S RUINED GREAT JUST GREAT WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GET UP SO WE CAN GET IT OFF THE CONCRETE COME ON OK NOW PUSH PUSH PUSH DAMMIT, PUSH IT MOVE I'LL JUST DO IT GET BACK IN THE CAR

sometimes he makes me wish i was dead.

EDIT:

so, we went over to his new place to move the dryer into his house. me, my mom, my little brother and he. after wards, my little brother told him how i'd been telling my mom about what happened. a huge fight ensued. my father said i was wrong. that he was the one who got hurt. i told him to stop caring about his big material items so much and start caring about me. he said that wasn't true. he said he asked me 5 times if i was ok. i said, you asked twice in the car when it was obvious something was wrong. after you were done screaming.

he said i was wrong. i told him we were at a standstill because he wouldn't listen to me.

so he said go home. and walked away.

i told him to have fun in his new little house.

i fucking hate myself and my life.

WANT TO JOIN A NEW AND FUN LJ RP THAT LIZ AND I MADE?!

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:14:22 GMT

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^_____^ Go there! It's an LJ rp based slightly off X-Men or Heroes called Blacklisted. Basically, it revolves around the premise of high school students discovering they have powers and trying to hide them from their families, friends and those who might want them for EVIL. :D

But what we're trying to do is make it more even, and more fun. It's an AU NATURALE RP, which means we can't do any planning in YIM....no "A and B are totally gonna go talk and fall in love!" None of that. Also, if you join, you can/must create a boy and a girl with powers. That's it. No more and no less. You can make all the villains/friends/family that you want but as for main protagonists that's all you get.

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i'm a complete fuck for not being here.

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:28:01 GMT

let's not try to deny it. really. it doesn't take much to click a bookmarked link. we'll just say it. i'm a complete fuck. i'm a complete fuck.
i'll just make a list of everything that happened to me in the last two months while i was off being a fuck.

i got a new dog.
a boy rejected me.
my friends stopped caring that my parents were divorcing.
my little brother learned my parents were divorcing.
my little brother and i started talking a whole lot more.
my father stopped talking to me.
my father threatened me in the car when i stood up to him and told him i didn't believe my mom was bipolar
that's when he really stopped talking to me.
i had to deal with not having a dad again.
my mom talked some shit into my dad about how he was treating me..
my dad started talking to me again.
i was in a play.
my extended family came to see me in a play for the first time in 4 years.
i cried after they left because i was so happy.
i watched project runway.
i wrote, acted in and helped produce a ten minute film.
i read some really tight books.
i didn't write a single poem.
my parents told me that if i don't start taking my meds and get my driver's license, i'm going to community college :(
i was nervous about college. alot. still am! haahaha.
every night i send my little college prayers up to god.
and little prayers about my family too.
even though i sort of don't believe in god. guess i do after all.
all my extended family found out about the divorce.
they're not surprised, (HAHA fucking HA)
my best friend and i haven't walked to school together for two months because she's dumped me for a group of much more attractive indian girls (sad but true)
anxiously awaited doctor who. oh so anxiously.
worked at the library.
spent 23-4983-498-09832483-098 hours in front of the mirror wishing i looked thinner (sadder but truer)
sent in some scholarship stuff.
bought a hello kitty alarm clock on ebay. :D
stopped drinking soda. started drinking coffee, tea & juice. (holee trinitee)
cried at night in bed like an emo kid twice
cried in a bathroom stall like an emo kid once
worried.
worried.
worried.
was tired. was nervous. was sad.
was weirded out by my parents.
was concerned for my little brother.
developed neck twitch.
wished to get out of fucking house four times.
regretted wish four times
my dad was supposed to move out of my house yesterday.
he didn't.

and that's why i haven't been here.

i'm sorry.

i'm a fuck.

thanks

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 16:31:30 GMT

I appreciate all the words about my dog and stuff, guys. My internet still is having problems letting me reply to comments. But thanks for being there. It means a shitload to me . :)

My dog died this morning.

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 00:42:02 GMT

And my dog was awesome. She was deaf, clumsy, and didn't understand how to play fetch. She was the most gentle, benevolent soul I ever met. If you rubbed her belly or gave her some food, she loved you unconditionally---even if you happened to be a serial murderer or a child molester. That was just the way she rolled. We had to make her wear sweaters and diapers the last two months of her life and she hated them, which I regret. But I also like to think that she had a good last two weeks of her life, because of Christmas and New Year's, where she got to eat a lot of good food and snuggle in a lot of warm blankets with a lot of people that loved her.

She would be 14 years old in February, which is kind of insane. We got her when I was four. She ate rocks when she was a puppy, an early indicator of her personality. My mother had trouble clipping her toenails because she was scared of the clipper; as a result, as she walked around on the hardwood floors in any house it made the sound of a dog wearing tap shoes.She died in this sweater she had to wear because it was so cold---it said "Cold Paws--Warm Heart."

The sounds she made this morning as she struggled to breathe were the scariest noises I have ever heard. The silence I hear now, as my family is gone, and I am truly alone in my house for the first time in 13 years, is deafening.
I miss her. Rest in peace.

aghhhhhhh!

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 23:13:48 GMT

My internet won't let me reply to or post comments on anyone's LJs! AHHHHHHH! so if i haven't commented on a post, or replied to a comment, it's not because i'm ungrateful, it's because i can't :(

in other notes,

happyyyyyyyyyyy neeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww yearssss everybodyyyyyyy!

p.s.
only 3 episodes of robin hood left to go ! :)

la la la~~~~~~~~~

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:01:16 GMT

I have FIIIVE episodes of Robin Hood season 2 downloading and my brother and I are watching "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends" and I'm eating peas and listening to goooood music. So ha ha ha,.

I was thinking about what happened yesterday, and I kind of came to the conclusion that what my dad was doing was a misguided attempt to open up to me. Because our relationship has so recently become a healthy, good connection, I think it would be natural for him to try to keep this course of...security going. Of course, I think that some of the things he said to me were inappropriate, and I won't dwell on them. I have an appointment with my therapist on January 2nd (haha, I sound so yuppie) and...yeah. Have a good new year, everybodieeeeeee.

This is the entry that Leaffy wrote...

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 22:08:58 GMT

...four days after Christmas, when she realized she had finally found what she was looking for.

Hi.

Finally got the internet back. That really wasn't what I was looking for, though.

For the last four or five years of my life, I haven't had a father. I've had a mean spirited, cruel hearted depressed black hole who stomped around the house and spat nasty words at me and tried to suck me into his vortex of self pity. Not to sound melodramatic. I have a dad now. I have what I'm looking for. I'm happy.

I think that's what I needed.

My parents are divorcing, and no one's spitting at each other. I'm going off to college in nine months. I've written a play, and I'm going to write another, and another, and another.

So.

That's where I am, I guess.

look, i'm not dead!

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:46:46 GMT

Well, at least not yet. College might get me in the end, who knows. :) But yeah, I'm back. Mom finally got her laptop fixed and has given it to me until I have raised enough money to buy a MacBook. HUZZAH. So I'm sort of back...not quite...but I thought I would post this to say hello. I'm sort of EXCRUCIATINGLY TONGUE-TYINGLY BRAIN-SMASHINGLY busy, but I hope everyone is doing well. :)

snore

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 23:16:43 GMT

School started today. I am effin' tired. I had mom first period, then Japanese, IB Film, and Lit Movements. a really good day, really. I'm just sort of exhausted ^^;;; And I had a panic attack during Lit Movements about college. -_- But anyway. *siiiiigh* I'm just sort of super wiped out.

I don't know whether to kill myself or to die of cute.

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 00:37:51 GMT

Did anyone else know that Sendhil Ramamurthy was married? And that he has a little daughter? ALL OF MY DREAMS HAVE BEEN TRASHED... :D except imaging Sendhil running 'round with a little girl makes me want to die of cute.

And, AHAHAHAHAHA...look:

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iz nervous

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 20:49:22 GMT

well, today I went and got counseling for the first time ever. The lady (Dr. I) was super nice and made me feel really comfortable. we talked about my binge-eating disorder for a long time, along with my major anxiety problems. We talked about a lot of shit...and....stuff. and then I went outside and Mom came in and talked to her too. She actually filled in a bunch of shit I didn't talk about (i.e. "Leaffy's father bullies and emotionally abuses her instead of doing it to me like he used to.") so....I probably should have mentioned that...because that's part of the reason I stress/worry/depress constantly. she told her that they're getting a divorce too, which sort of strengthens my resolve as to the fact it seems she's really going to do it. and i'm glad. really, really, really, really, really glad.

so now i amz on super medication. :D suuuper medication. :D wheeeheeeheeeee....

and.

tomorrow i have an interview for admissions at Oberlin College, which has one of the top five undergraduate creative writing programs in the nation (they're like no. 2, i think...) and...yes. so i'm really nervous that they'll be like, LEAFFY IZ TEH GROSS AND UNTALENTED. sooo...wish me a bit of luck, eh?

WHEEE

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 00:32:42 GMT

I turned eighteen yesterday! *beams* Which means I can go have love children with Viggo Mortensen and NOT GET ARRESTED! WHOOOOO! :) Life = good. Thanks to those of you who wished me a happy birthday. *mwah* You're...sublime.

g

Wed, 02 May 2007 02:46:15 GMT

Ah, so I got home 45 minutes ago from tech....3:00-10:00! WHOOOO! -_- I'm sooooo tired.

Ahahaha, I'm recovering from my..."accident" yesterday. :P I'm not dead yeeeetttt.

OMG, I cannot wait to watch the new "Heroes." I. Cannot. Wait.

Also, today I made 3 other people see the light of Daniel Craig worship. Life goal: complete.

I like one sentence paragraphs.

I have found a total of THREE of my friends who watch Doctor Who! And all within like, two days of each other. It's. Amazing. I even found someone who also illegally downloads season 3. I sense marriage is in my future. :P

I almost died ten minutes ago!

Tue, 01 May 2007 02:33:35 GMT

...Because I slipped in the shower and banged into the door. There was the monumental sound of me hitting porcelain, so my dad was like, "OMG, Are you okay!?!?!?!?!" And I was like, "I just slipped, I'm fiiiiine." So he freaked out. It was funny. And that is all.

Pain, o pain, o pain.

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:02:05 GMT

I burned my thumb majorly with a hot glue gun today. Goddamn you, technical theatre. :) Alsoooo....I.....woke up with a migraine, skipped the first three periods of school because I was in constant pain. Um. And then...I had to watch a paper play in Japanese. Painful. Spent twenty whole minutes making an AP Review schedule for myself. That's twenty minutes of my life, gone forever.

^__________^

*sigh*

I need Friday. We don't have a technical theatre call, SO I CAN COME HOME AFTER SCHOOL! *boo yah*

This year's musical: "The Wiz" (YES, the MJ version)

Leaffy's position: Assistant Stage Manger (of properties (shit) and shift (moving shit))

This week's tech halls: 3:30-8:30

Next week's tech halls: 4:30-10:00

The week after's tech halls: ASAP-10:00

Time for homework: 0 minutes

Time for AP review: 0 minutes

Time for sleep: 0 minutes

Having absolutely no fucking time? Sucks.

Building a junkyard for theTin Man out of broken cds, half a mirror, an old bicycle, newspaper, a gold pimp coat, a groddy sink, two hula hoops, barbed wire, two drainage pipes, 3 quarters of an iron archway and a spiral staircase and having everyone say that it's the best piece of scenery in the show? Worth every single moment.

Can we travel by....dragonfly?

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:56:17 GMT

Mmmm, popcorn is a good, good thing. ^___^ So...today. What did I do today? OH. We watched The Illusionist with Edward Norton during Japanese today. Such. A. Good. Movie. O__O It was sooo great. I loved it. As I am a Vonnegut virgin, I also started reading Slaughterhouse-Five during history today...ehehehe. I consider finding things to do other than listen to Mr. B lecture an art form. Also had to fill out all my various forms for the AP exams (which spouted off another cascade of worries).

My eyelid twitch has returned, and I may kill myself because of it. :P

In other news, HEROES IS ON TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT. But I can't watch it. Hopefully, it will be available on iTunes. Because I need my Mohinder/Peter/Claude/Hiro/Claire fix.

Doctor Who 3x04: Daleks in Manhattan

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 05:00:25 GMT

The first thing I have to say is:
What. The. HELL?

Ten smiled ONCE in this entire episode, during the first 30 seconds after the title. And he never smiled again, or said anything positive, or acted happy. In short, he acted like Nine on some serious depressants. I had no idea what was going on. Not at all. Seriously. I didn't know if it was poor writing or...what, but it just seemed entirely out of character. I mean, I understand, OMG IT'S THE DALEKS, but......seriously. Until then? He acted like Gerard Way.

As a result...I thought this episode was really...flat. Just...maybe until the last fifteen minutes. I was almost bored. Nothing really happened, except Ten acted aloof and in a sort of overly protective not affectionate manner. Like...he did so much....yelling.

However, I do have to say that the side characters specific to the episodes were wonderful! FRANK PWNZ THE WORLD. Solomon is wonderful, and also looks very familliar. And Tallulah? I loved her. I love how she ships Doctor/Martha, like moi. :P

Except, no episode could be complete without the Doctor saying something totally wanker-like to Martha:

Martha: *being taken to a Dalek laboratory*
Doctor: *slips in*
Martha: Oh my God! I'm so glad you're here.
Doctor: *completely humorlessly, dryly, pissily* You can kiss me later. And Frank, maybe.

...I don't understand. I don't understand at all. I mean, there's no motivation for this attitude! Other than the absence of Rose or Doctor!pms :P But, I feel like they should have had something to explain why the Doctor was just so pissy in the entire episode. Like, some kind of flashback of Rose or how something reminded him of her. Something like that. Not just random, "OMGanger," y'know? Like, is he going to be constantly morose the whole series? It sort of destroys the point of having a new companion all together, really.

And that's my thought. I'm looking forward to the second part. Hopefully things will look up.

Today...was a quiet day. Were you quiet today?

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 23:56:02 GMT

Today, I participated in Day of Silence, the day where you don't talk all day to honor the voices that we can no longer hear, due to prejudice and hate crimes. Though it is centered around the GLBT community, it really is a day to reflect on all those who have stood against the tide of hate. I had a shirt on that denoted I was being silent today, and I had a card to give to all my teachers, which said: Please respect my reasons for being silent today. Today is the National Day of Silence, in honor of those...blah blah blah...what are you going to do to break the silence?

Here's how it went.

1st Period: Fine. I have a really nice class, except my social studies teacher wouldn't accept the aforementioned card. He wouldn't even look at it. This happened last year too...with my male social studies teacher. WTF?

2nd Period: Also known as "Adventures with the Uber-Catholic Math Teacher" who IS NOT GIVING ME AN F (rah rah rah ^-^) I was really surprised....we had a very, very nice "note" discussion back and forth. I was extremely impressed by his arguments and simply how respectful he was. I find it funny that the math teacher can do this...and not the history ones.

3rd Period: Uneventful. Actually sort of sweet...this is my Psych class, and they were all like, "Nooooo! We miss your voice SO MUCH. We're so bored." ^___^ Except, mwahaha, I was late back from lunch and now I have a detention....ehehehehehe....

4th Period: Umm...I accidentally talked to my chem teacher in the hall between second and third period. ^^;;;;; But it was okay. Super boring. Had to work on Hess' law problems with a partner without talking. Yet, it was SCHAMAZING. :) As always.

Ahahaha.....have to be at school by 7:00 for that..."detention." *giggles* Mwahah, DETENTION!

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:41:47 GMT

so, what did I do today?

Item 1. COMPLETELY PWNED MY JAPANESE TEACHER. ^-^ We had to take an oral exam (like a....casual conversation in Japanese test, basically), and I basically rocked it to death, because I have an exchange student who I converse with...often. And she was like, "Omg, wow, for all the sleeping and reading you do in class, this was...really good! O_o" Leaffy: Great Success!

Item 2. COMPLETELY DESTROYED MY MATH GRADE. My teacher informed me today that I would not even be earning a D in math. And then laughed about it. But then felt really bad about it, and entered grades in that he hadn't entered before. Seriously. And then he's like, "Oh, wait, you can only get a 58.7...which is JUST OUT OF THE D RANGE!" ...We're 'talking' tomorrow. Leaffy: SUPERFAIL

Item 3. WORRIED ABOUT COLLEGE SOME MORE. Does this even warrant an explanation? Leaffy: SUPERFAIL

Item 4. REALIZED THAT THE AP EXAMS ARE IN THREE WEEKS. And I have 3 of them to take: AP U.S. History, AP English Lit, and AP Psychology. I'll be okay in English & Psychology, because those, basically are concepts and application. However, history is a massive shithole of my soul. However...yeah. Leaffy: Whutwhutever.

Today's score:
Great Success!-es: 1
SUPERFAIL-s: 2
Whutwhutever-s: 1

Today's winner? Not Leaffy. :)

edit: HOLY SHIT, HEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES

Vault = good for practicing your Japanese oral exam

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:18:29 GMT

Whoaz. So, I had an okay day. Tried to salvage my math grade by retaking a quiz and then grading a bunch of papers for my math teacher. He was all, "Aww, thanks!" so I'm hoping that means, "Yay, you PASS!"

I'm so stressed that I've developed a twitch in my left temple. Before junior year, I never had this kind of crap. :P At least its not on my eyelid. That sucks.

I now have FIFTEEN total user icons. This is amazing. And I have such amazings ones as well. You do not even understand. I have the hawt-est Peter Petrelli icon in existence. It's so true.

OMG So, apparently a lot of you are into Heroes. I've started writing a Heroes fic, and I've been posting it on Heroes fanfiction LJ communities, but I might as well post it here too, eh? Hope you don't mind. Comment if you want.

Title: Largo
Chapter: 1
Summary: "You're hiding one of them," he accused. But it wasn't just one refugee...it was two. The reasons that Claude, the infamous invisible man, vanished most inexplicably into the night.

How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Some say its just a part of it;
We've got to fulfill the book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause they all I ever had...

-Bob Marley, "Redemption Song"

lar-go: (lär'gō) n. a musical composition or passage that is to be performed in a slow, dignified manner

Chapter One: Claude

Claude--just Claude--tips his head against the car window lazily, opening one eye to observe the cloudy world of the outside. They are somewhere in Maine---the sky was the bleak color of dull cigarette ashes, perfect for tufts of snow to come falling out of them. He wants a cigarette. God, he wants a cigarette. But Claude smokes a pipe, and only sometimes at that. The physician at Primatech has told him probably fifty times that he needs to stop, and since Claude--just Claude--would like to keep his job, he's gradually shifting from one stage to the next.

He's rather antsy. He fiddles his fingers, taps his foot. He flicks the knob that rolls down the window. He drums his nails on the armrest. Bennet, next to him, glances at him the way fathers sometimes glance at their children when they want them to stop being such an annoyance. Claude glances back and puts his hands in his lap. Bennet chuckles.

"Christ," he says, his eyes still on the road, "You're like a little kid, Claude."

Claude gives him an almost sulky look. "Where's the case profile?"

"In the back seat. Read it to me, wouldja?"

Claude unbuckles his seatbelt and twists around through the gap between the seats to pick up a thick manila folder. He resumes his spot in his seat, crossing one leg over the other and flipping open the file. His blue-gray eyes scan the page. Bennet clears his throat.

"Oh--sorry," the invisible man says in his light English accent, "First one is a man--Richard Ackerley, forty-five years old, a...." He furrows his brow at the page, "God, Breckster's got horrible handwriting, can't he use a bloody typewriter for Jesus' sake?"

Bennet raises an eyebrow. "You need a cigarette," he informs Claude, who snorts.

"Mimic. He's a mimic. He's been forging papers for illegal immigrants...sort of weird...on the Canadian border," remarks the Brit, clucking his tongue.

"What kind of immigrants, though?" asks Bennet and Claude nods in understanding.

"Yeah. Is it...?" The question is wordless, hanging open in the air. "No. Just arrest. Bring him in."

"There's two, though," reminds Bennet, and Claude flips to the next person. "Woman, looks like his wife. Forty-one years old, name's Lisabeth Jones Ackerley..." He trails off.

Bennet waits expectantly. He coughs again, to remind Claude that he's not the only one in the car who needs to know who they're supposed to be tracking. "She's a..." he says, gesturing, waiting for Claude to complete the statement.

"She's telekinetic."

"Shit," says Bennet, sighing and looking back out on the road. "You get her, then. If she goes beserk, the only thing that'll stop her is---"

"Something she can't see, I know," Claude cuts him off irritably. "I was there at training too. This is why I'm here." He slaps closed the folder, and then opens it again in a huff.

"Take the exit after this one," he says, "We've got to get to...1589 Prewett Street. It's in...Brussels?" He squints at the report. "Yeah. Brussels, Maine."

Richard and Lisabeth Ackerley live in a poorer part of Brussels, Maine, but it's not bad. A lower middle class suburb, not quite poverty, not quite comfort. Their house is the last on the end of a quiet, motionless lane called Prewett Street. It's the middle of the day--1:00, lunch breaks are over and the streets are devoid of life. Except they'll be there. They always are. Even though it's a Saturday, no children are out in the yards. It's too cold, deduced Claude. He doesn't find it too bad.

That's the description for this place: not too bad. You might as well take it, something better might not come along.

They pull up in the driveway. Bennet gets out, locks the car door and so does Claude. He doesn't go invisible yet; they've deduced over countless confrontations that the surprise of him being invisible is better. It creates panic, and sometimes they need that desperately.

Bennet rings the doorbell, Claude at his side. A middle aged woman answers---she's slightly heavy-set, but she has a sweet face and sweet eyes. A surge of guilt plunges through Claude but he stuffs it down expertly. He always feels a twinge or two...these are people like him, after all.

But it is eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. And Claude rather likes his head.

However, back to the issue at hand.

Telekinetics always seem to be a little psychic. "Richard," she calls over her shoulder, in a tone that Claude cannot identify, "It's for you." She quickly backs up, disappears up the stairs. A tall, gangly man appears, and Bennet and Claude shove their way inside the house, closing the door behind them.

"Mr. Ackerley," says Bennet professionally, pleasantly. "You are under arrest for using supernatural powers in ways that have been deemed illegal by the nation and our government. You will brought into custody, along with your wife."

Claude doesn't his take his eyes off the mimic. Richard glances back and forth, apprehension evident in his face. "I don't know what you're talking about," he says, and Claude could have mimed his response along with him, that's how typical it is.

Bennet does not waste time. He is a precariously efficient man, and one too many close calls with these sorts has left him with little, little patience. He draws his gun and points it...rather pointedly at Richard. "Do not make this more difficult for yourself, Mr. Ackerley," he says cleanly, "Put your hands up and let my partner cuff you, and then we'll get your wife."

"Richard? What---oh my God," the voice from the stares, panicked and feminine. "Don't...don't touch him!" And then suddenly Bennet is unable to move. His entire body is trembling. He cannot even turn his eyeballs to give Claude the warning glance, but Claude already knows.

"Let him go," warns Claude in his accented voice, so serious, that flighty quirkiness gone and all that is there is the cold mask of a businessman, "Let him go. That's your warning. Stop it, stop it now."

"No!" she yells, "You're not....we didn't do anything! We didn't do anything!"

And with that, Claude becomes invisible. She gasps, for a moment her guard is dropped and Bennet is released. He slams Mr. Ackerley across the face with his gun instinctively, and then there is the burn of psychic power all around him. Ackerley is still the ground. There is not even the slightest movement of his chest.

"I...told you...not to touch him..." Mrs. Ackerley is shaking, glowing, and Bennet is choking to death. Bennet's eyes roll back into his head. Claude sprints towards the woman without being seen. He is able to touch her---he pounds on her, pulls, screams, the woman is not to be deterred in her last throes of anger, of power.

Bennet lets out a strangled cry, his hands writhing. Claude doesn't think. His hand goes to his belt, he pulls on the cold metal there and then---

The gunshot.

Mrs. Ackerley falls to the floor. Bennet doubles over and breathes. Claude runs over to him. "You alright, friend?" he asks, helping him up. Bennet nods wordlessly. "You're covered in blood," Bennet tells Claude breathily. Claude nods.

"I'll go...upstairs. Wash it off. I'll see if I can find some papers. Go out in the car, okay? We're done here." Bennet limps out the front door.

Claude jogs up the stairs over the woman, heading into a small upstairs bathroom. The tile is plain, the counter is plain and the shower curtain is a dull mint shade with white polka dots. He shakes his head, leaning over the small white porcelain sink, trying to calm himself. He breathes, slowing the shaking of his heart.

A sound. Like a squeak, a pained squeak. Claude whirls around. The squeak comes again, and then a....a hushing noise. His eyes widen; without thinking he yanks back the light green shower curtain.

In the bathtub, huddled together, are the two people who were not in the file.

Doctor Who 3x03: Gridlock

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 03:31:04 GMT

So, at the beginning of the episode, I was superbly pissed. I do not like how the Doctor keeps like, treating Martha in an inferior manner, like she can't understand anything. Because I think Martha is wonderful, and she's not trying to replace Rose, but he acts like she is. And that makes me angry. I love the Tenth Doctor, but I seriously just wanted to smack him upside the face and yell at him when he was lying to Martha about Gallifrey, and then he took her to NEW NEW YORK. I've never wanted to beat up 10 before. This is a new and interesting feeling. Martha put it quite accurately: "Ever heard of rebound?"

Now, seriously. I know the Doctor isn't, and shouldn't be over Rose yet. And, in the big scheme of things, I like that this is his reaction. It's realistic and well-written. But I'm righteously indignant for Martha's sake. :)

I thought this was a GREAT EPISODE. The last one was riotously funny, and this one was more subdued and poignant. I loved all the car-people. They were entertaining, and hell, now I want to marry a cat and give birth to a litter of...little kittens. :P That was funny. And I had serious heart-breakage when all the stranded people on the motorway started singing the hymn. :( *huggles all of them*

And FACE OF BOAAAAAAA! *sobz* Why did he have to DIE? Totally not fair. TOTALLY. I love the Face of Boa. *snifflette* And then he just up and died nobly. Gah.

This at first was cute: "You're not alone."

Leaffy: *sniffle* AW DOCTORRR

And then.

Martha: What did he mean, the Face of Boa, with that "You're not alone."
Doctor: I don't know.
Martha; *smile* You've got me...is that what he meant?
Doctor: I don't think so. Sorry.
((Leaffy: AAAAHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHH! *beats up Doctor with a HAMMER*))
Martha: *glare of Death* Then what?
Doctor: *shakes head* Back in the Tardis, off we go.

I. Want. To. Destroy. 10. Ahahaha, I think it's strangely ironic how I/we've all been, "OMG, is the new companion going to suck?" Well, the truth is, Martha doesn't suck. It's the Doctor who's being a total bitch. :)

But then Martha delivers some severe pwnage and the Doctor tells her the truth. And I was happy. But still. :D

Oh Jesus, next episode: "Why do they always live while I lose everything?" *g* Oh, David Tennant...