We're In The City of Wonder

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2007-05-31T20:11:14Z

Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette [1-12]
Ian Fleming's Casino Royale [13-17]

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2007-05-31T00:19:39Z

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Okay, I swear I'll stick to it

2006-10-30T02:31:28Z

Made by blck_hyacinth

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-23T21:17:00

2006-10-24T01:33:04Z

Who: Ana mainly with a pinch of Walter and Adolf
What: Ana has a nightmare; Reveals some of her past
Where: Walter's apartment
When: Uh...I wrote this like a month ago or something.
Warnings: Wife beating

Ana watched as a plate shattered onto the tiled floor. A German ballad played softly in the background. She had tried her hardest to be romantic with her husband but not even that was enough. Adolf[1] approached her, his hands moving erratically. His mouth moved slowly and nothing came forth. But Ana knew what he was saying. Filthy, unworthy, a disgrace to him, her family, and unworthy to carry the Aryan child within her.

She started crying. He got even angrier. Shouting at the top of his lungs, he pushed Ana into the dining room wall. She sobbed harder. Adolf slapped her across the face. Eleven years of the abuse, one would think that Ana would walk away or at least fight back. But just as she was thinking about leaving, Ana found out she was pregnant. She and Adolf never thought about having children so it was a shock to both when she confronted him about it.

Her thoughts were soon shattered by Adolf's fist. She stumbled slightly, bumping into the bar. He continued beating down on her. Ana tried to get away but it was no use. Even while she was pregnant, he continued beating her. The next thing she knew, she fell to the floor. He never stopped. Not while she tried to be a wife to him, not while she treated him when he was sick. Even when he was dead...

Ana suddenly woke up. She sat up in bed, panting heavily. The bedroom was dark and silent. Immediately, she put a hand to her stomach. It was as flat as a board. Of course, she had had Lorelei[2] thirteen years before. Ana sighed. She hated these nightmares. The woman thought they would have gone away once she was with Walter.

Walter. Smiling, Ana slinked back under the covers. She turned back to the sleeping form beside her. Amazingly, she hadn't woken him up with her dream. Ana wrapped her arms around him, running her hand through his hair. Walter stirred slightly, turning onto his back. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at her. A small smile formed on his lips before he closed his eyes again. Ana smiled in return, brushing her nose against his arm.

Being with him made her the happiest she had been in her life aside from the days Lorelei and Klaus were born. He really loved her; they reminded each other nearly every day. Even Johann and Alex, who were visiting, said it was annoying. Walter never laid a hand on her or her children, only a loving one. And her children. Lorelei and Klaus adored him and it seemed he did in return.

All-in-all, Ana's life was getting better with each passing day. Her kids were happy and bruise-free, she went back to her natural hair color, and she was even getting a nephew in a few months. It was also a plus that Walter was great in bed. Sighing one last time, Ana finally closed her eyes and fell asleep.

[1] Ana's late, abusive husband
[2] Ana's oldest from her late husband

I Re-Ordered My Paid Account :DDD

2006-10-23T00:48:06Z

-sigh- Fine, ERIN

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1. Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
2. Nine Inch Nails - March of the Pigs
3. The Pussycat Dolls - Buttons [Yeah. What about it?]
4. Wolfsheim - Kein Zurich
5. Regina Spektor - The Flowers
6. The Smiths - Barbarism Begins At Home
7. The Mars Volta - Day of the Baphomets

Tagging whoever wants to do it

Meme, you whores

2006-10-22T01:24:12Z

1. Where were you when it turned 2006?
At my house with Erin

2. How did you get the idea for your blog name?
A line from my favorite Franz Ferdinand song "Shopping For Blood"

3. What song are you listening to right now?
The Mars Volta - Concertina

4. Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry?
If Princess Diana counts, then yes

5. What color underwear are you wearing?
Pink with black trim. Erin's favorite~

6. Do you own an iPod?
Yes, I do. A vintage mini

7. What did you do this morning?
Cook breakfast and watch Charlie & Lola

8. What does your dad do for a living?
Software engineer. Works with India. Pretty cool

9. What will you do tonight?
Erin

10. What's your favorite memory from last weekend?
Getting $60 for watching my brother and sister

11. What are the last two digits of your phone number?
69 lol dirrty

12. What was the last thing you ate?
Strawberries and cool whip with a side of Johann

13. What was last thing you drank?
Diet Coke

14. What was the last movie you watched?
X-Men III with Erin, Amanda, and Sean.

15. What do you dislike at the moment?
Your mother

16. What food do you crave right now?
Johann

17. Did you dream last night?
Yeah. I dreamt that I got a really good score on my PSATs and got that scholarship. I am such a nerd.

18. What was the last TV show you watched?
Spongebob

19. What is your favorite piece of jewelry?
The ring my dad and step mom got me for my 16th birthday. It's an aquamarine stone but everyone thinks it's a diamond so I go along with it.

23. Are you on any medication?
Zertec

24. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The left side

25. What color shirt are you wearing?
Peach

27. How many piercings do you have?
Four. Two on my cartlidge and one on each lobe

28. What's your favorite store?
Charlotte Russe

29. Are you thirsty right now?
Thirsty for Erin, rawr

30. Who's someone you haven't seen in a while and miss?
Uh....PAT AND XYLINA <33333

31. What did you do last night?
Went to Erin's party

32. Do you care what people think about you?
Yes

33. Have you ever done something to instigate trouble?
I don't think so

34. When was the last time you worked out?
Last night. With Erin. ....We were playing DDR!

35. What are your font colors on AIM?
SHERBERT with black background

36. Where do you live?
Philadelphia

37. Are you aggressive?
In the bedroom~

38. Mobile phone network?
Cingular <3

39. Do you like the person who posted this last?
No, she's a total whore. J/K Ant :D

40. Do you know their birthday?
April 17

41. What is the thing that you would most like to change about yourself?
My weight for obvious reasons

42. What size are your feet?
10. You know what they say about women with big feet: They're secretly men.

43. What do you smell like right now?
Your mom's pussy. No really, Paris Hilton perfume.

44. What is your favorite color?
Green and orange

45. Do you like mustard?
It's okay.

46. What do you tell yourself when times get hard?
Nothing.

47. Would you ever sky dive?
No

48. Do you sleep on your side, tummy or back?
Tummy/Side

49. Have you ever bid for something on eBay?
No

50. What do you think of Angelina Jolie being pregnant?
Indifferent

51. Do you enjoy giving hugs?
Yes! Just ask Erin. She likes her hugs with a little friction.

52. Would you consider yourself to be fashionable?
Yes

53. Do you own a digital camera?
Yes

54. What celebrities have you been compared to?
Pfft, people don't flatter me.

55. Who is your favorite Star Wars character?
I HATE THAT MOVIE SERIES

56. Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but don't?
Yes

57. What are you allergic to?
Pollen. Any.

58. Are you a jealous person?
Yes

59. Do you ever feel guilty after eating meat?
No

60. If you were born the opposite sex, what would your name be?
Alexander LAWLZ YOU LIKE THAT?!

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-19T21:43:00

2006-10-20T01:52:35Z

College Night was a bore. The only good part was seeing my friends. I never realized how many people I knew until I was saying "Hey _____!" every five seconds. Anyway, I've got a crapload of information, mostly colleges my mom wanted me to go to. Yeah, that's nice and all that they have Anthropology and International Relations, my two chosen majors, but I don't like the area. It's a hop, skip, and a jump from my mom's house. I want to go away to college, I want to experience a city other than Philadelphia and a state other than Pennsylvania. This is just getting ridiculous.

Pride Day/Pep Rally tomorrow then Erin's party. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE! ♥ Our class colors are black and white so my mom gave me a French manicure which is white. Then I'm wearing my black headband that has white polka dots on it, jeans, and my sexy red blouse that Erin loves so much. Also wearing my black Mars Volta hoodie over it so people won't bitch.

It should be fun.

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-17T18:28:00

2006-10-17T22:29:17Z

My Halloween Mix On My iPod
The entire Nightmare Before Christmas Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Thom Yorke
Bauhaus

Oh I am so ready for the 31st ♥

I fucking love...

2006-10-15T19:12:29Z

ERIN

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-14T09:51:00

2006-10-14T13:53:43Z

Gonna be up at the Poconos today. Dunno if we're staying or not. But if I don't come online at all during the day, we're staying or either coming back really late. Call me!

<3 Alex

EDIT: Nevermind!

HAHA I love Tony, Kyle, and Zach ♥

SO FREAKING COOL

2006-10-08T03:17:55Z

I was in the bathroom and started reading this really cool article in my step dad's Bathroom Reader.

International Man of Mystery
Although he's not a household name, historians call William Stephenson the "single most important man in the war to defeat Hitler's Third Reich."

But he was reclusive. Never one to seek the public eye, Stephenson preferred to remain behind the scenes and let others take the glory. For this reason, many of the details of his life remain shrouded, and history books tend to contradict each other about his role. The following are factual [probably], agreed-upon [mostly] accounts of his life and work.

Early Years On January 11, 1896, William Samuel Clouston Stanger [changed to Stephenson a few years later] was born in the bleak prairie town of Winnipeg, Manitoba. From an early age, it was apparent to all around him that he was no ordinary child. He taught himself Morse code, commercial cyrptography [the system of sending coded telegrams], and demonstrated a photographic memory. Stephenson's school principal described him as a boy with a "strong sense of duty and high powers of concentration."

The First World War
In August 1914, following the outbreak of WWI, that sense of duty prompted him to enlist with the Royal Canadian Engineers, who shipped him off to France. There, Stephenson was injured in a gas attack, and sent to England as an invalid labeled "disabled for life." But within a year he recovered and, although unfit to return to the trenches, he was equally unwilling to settle for a desk job.

So, Stephenson joined the Royal Flying Corps, returned to France, and became one of World War I's most decorated fighter pilots, shooting down 26 enemy planes.

In 1918 Sergeant Stephenson's luck seemingly ran out when he was accidentally shot down by his own side in hostile territory. He was captured and sent to Holzminden Camp in Germany. But instead of letting imprisonment break him, the opportunistic young man turned it into a business venture: he stole items from the guards and traded them to other POWs in return for favors.

One of the items Stephenson lifted was a hand-held can opener. After determining that it had only been patented in Germany, Austria, and Turkey, he escaped from the prison camp--with the can opener-- and by 1919 was back home in Winnipeg, where he patented the can opener, calling it Kleen Kut. The twin-handled, clamp-style manual can opener is still in use today.

In 1922 he invented a device that improved the way photographs were sent over telephone lines [this device would later lead to the invention of the television]. Stephenson patented the wireless photography process and became a millionaire before he was 30.

The Making of A Spy
Although he never planned to work in military intelligence, all of Stephenson's experiences pushed him in that direction. While teaching math and science at the University of Manitoba in the early 1920s, he was approached by a top-ranking British officer and invited to heap up a team of cyrptanalysts--people who analyze codes. Stephenson immediately left for England.

During his 19-year stay, he became friends with many powerful and influential people, including the authors George Bernard Shaw and H.G. Wells, the nabob of Bhopal, the Aga Khan, and actress Greta Garbo. But Stephenson's most important friendship was with Winston Churchill, a Conservative member of Parliament who was not in the good graces of the ruling Labor Party. Churchill and Stephenson shared an interest in technology and espionage; and both feared the rise of Nazi Germany.

Chatting With The Enemy
Stephenson's first dealings with the Nazis came in 1934 when an aircraft built by a company in which Stephenson was an investor, General Aircraft, won the King's Cup air race, the premier flying event of the 1930s. The plane caught the attention of some German military officials, who started a dialogue with Stephenson. To the Germans, Stephenson was nothing more than a rich private citizen. But Stephenson took the opportunity to listen in on the Nazis.

What he learned terrified him: the Germans, with Chancellor Adolf Hitler in charge, were building military aircraft at an alarming rate--positioning themselves for something big...really big. Stephenson reported his findings to Churchill, who in turn reported them to British prime minister Neville Chamberlain. The warnings were ignored at first, but when Stephenson's claims were later verified, England began to prepare for war. Those reports also put Churchill back in favor with Parliament, paving the way for his historic reign as prime minister.

And always forward-thinking, Stephenson made a bold recommendation, one that would have changed history but was rejected by the British foreign secretary, Lord Halifax. He proposed that British agents assassinate Hitler while they still had the chance. Halifax didn't see what Stephenson saw--he preferred to take a diplomatic approach.

The Second World War
As predicted, Germany invaded Poland in 1939. Churchill was elected prime minister the following year, and one of his first acts was to appoint Stephenson chief for the British Secret Service [SIS] in New York City. Why New York? Because in 1940, that's where Stephenson saw the greatest need. Britain's ambassador had reported that 9 out of 10 Americans were determined to keep the United States out of the way. The Britons needed the Americans, so Stephenson used covert tactics to change their minds.

--He furnished the media with bulletins and prepared scripts that spoke of Hitler's brutality.
--He worked to break up the American isolationist groups that had been growing in numbers since the first world war. One such group, led by Senator Gerald Nye, held a rally in Boston in September 1941. Thousands of pamphlets created by Stephenson's organization were handed out, accusing Nye of being a German sympathizer
--After a speech by another isolationist, Congressman Hamilton Fish, Fish received a card that said "Der Fuhrer thanks you for your loyalty," and was secretly photographed while holding it. The photographs were then handed out to his supporters.
--An isolationist rally was to be held at Madison Square Garden, but Stephenson printed up hundreds of phony tickets with the wrong date to ensure a low turnout.

Intrepid and Camp X
If all that didn't change the Americans' minds, the invasion of Pearl Harbor in December 1941 surely did. With war declared, both Churchill and President Franklin Roosevelt knew that solid intelligence would by key to winning the war. To that end, they assigned Stephenson the job that he had unknowingly been preparing for his entire life: spy trainer.

Under the code name "Intrepid" and the cover "Passport Control Officer," Stephenson ran Camp X, a secret facility somewhere near Toronto, Ontario. Camp X was a top-secret training ground where operatives were taught unconventional warfare techniques: how to kill with their bare hands; make lethal weapons out of household items; and blow up industrial installations. Others were trained in lock picking, safe blowing, infiltration, explosives, listening devices, and Stephenson's favorite, codes and ciphers.

Once their training was complete, agents were flown into occupied Europe on "moon planes" [plywood aircraft painted dull black to be nearly invisible at night], to conduct sabotage and spy operations. It was a perilous assignment--many agents did not return alive. But they were able to perform some of the war's most crucial covert missions, including the murder of Reinhard Heydrich, the brutal German commander who ruled Czechoslovakia.

Enigma
But nothing Stephenson did was more important to the Allied war effort than his assistance in cracking the "Enigma" code, Germany's primary method of transmitting secret messages. An Enigma machine looked like an ordinary typewriter; an operator would type a message, then an internal set of rotors would translate the message into code. This code would be transmitted to another operator, who would use a corresponding Enigma machine to decipher it. Because the Nazis believed that Enigma was impossible to crack, they made widespread use of it, and Stephenson saw this reliance as their greatess weakness. Crack Enigma and the Germans would be helpless. When Polish agents stole an Enigma machine from a German convoy, they sent it straight to Intrepid at Camp X.

Enter Cynthia
Stephenson teamed up with Elizabeth Thorpe, a beautiful agent who went by the code name "Cynthia." To crack Enigma, they needed to intercept a coded message and then see that same message after it came out of an Enigma machine. So Stephenson instructed Thorpe to seduce some high-ranking diplomats who had received messages. Through a combination of guile and feminine prowess, Thorpe acquired a set of codebooks from her unsuspecting lovers. These codebooks unlocked the secrets of Enigma and helped turn the war against Germany in favor of the Allies.

Stephenson and his agents had many other covert successes during the war, including rescuing Niels Bohr, a leading atomic researcher in German-occupied Denmark. Had the Germans gotten to Bohr, they may have had the A-bomb first. But thanks to the rescue, Bohr was able to work on the Manhattan Project and help the U.S. build the weapon that would end the war.

Intrepid's Legacy
For his efforts, Stephenson received a knighthood from the British and the Presidential Medal of Merit from the Americans [the first non-American to be given one]. Ironically, he did not receive recognition from his native Canada until Prime Minister Joe Clark presented him with the Companion of the Order of Canada in 1980. Sir William died in Bermuda in 1989 at 93, outside of the public eye, just the way he liked it.

But Interpid's legacy goes deeper. An aide to the chief of British Naval Intelligence during WWII, a young man named Ian Fleming, had the opportunity to observe Intrepid in action and was very taken with him. After the war, they became friends. While both were living in Jamaica, Stephenson would recount spy tales to his friend. That's when Fleming started writing a book about a spy called James Bond. Many of Agent 007's characteristics--his suaveness, brilliance, and slight cockiness--were lifted straight from Stephenson. In fact, Fleming described his secret agent as a "highly romanticized version of the true spy--and Bill Stephenson was the real thing."

SO AWESOME

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-07T14:11:00

2006-10-07T18:31:31Z

Who: Mostly Ana with a hint of Conrad
Where: Manchester
What: Ana sees Conrad lurking around on her way to her first day of work.
Warnings: Little boys having a crush on Ms. Krause and Conrad being a mack YET AGAIN

"Valter should be able to pick you up," Ana said, "but if not, I vill." Klaus[1] nodded. She smiled gently. "Have a good day, love." Ana kissed Klaus' forehead before the boy walked through the gate and into the school yard. Immediately, he was surrounded by numerous boys, their red blazers making them literally a red sea. This made Klaus' mother smile. She was happy that he had made friends so quickly at his new school.

Just as she was about to leave, she felt a pulling on her sleeve. Ana turned around, her brow raised. She then saw Klaus' friends looking up at her. "G-Good m-morning, Miss Krause," a boy with brown hair stuttered. Ana smiled gently. "Guten morgen, Geoffrey," she said in return. "Boys." They all let out a collective sigh at her accent. "How ist your mutter?" He stuttered again as he answered. "S-She's fine," he said. "She w-wants to invite you a-and Mr. Ravensdale to dinner." Ana had to prevent herself from sighing. She honestly didn't know how Richard[2] could control his wife. Maybe that was why he was cross all the time."I'd have to talk it over vith Herr Ravensdale," Ana said. "But I'm sure ve'll be able to go." Just then, the bell rang. "You better get inside. You don't vant to be late!" The boys said a rushed farewell before running back into the yard.

After the boys went into the building, Aa finally left. She had to hurry or she'd be late for her first day of work. Picking up the pace, her heels clacked steadily against the sidewalk. The weather in Manchester had gotten somewhat warmer so the day was brisk and the sun shined a pale yellow.

It was while she was crossing the street to the ballet academy when she noticed him. He sat outside of a little cafe, sipping a cup of coffee quietly. His eyes scanned the streets. Conrad, her father's best friend. Did he even recognize her now that she had gone back to being a chestnut brown? There was only one way to find out. Hanging her head slightly, Ana began walking past the cafe. She took out her tube of lipstick. He still hadn't noticed her. Just as she was passing him, her lipstick fell to the ground. "Oh!" Ana exclaimed.

Almost immediately, Conrad jumped up and picked up the lipstick. Before he handed it back to her, he looked at the brand. "Mac?" he asked. "Be careful, fraulein, it's expensive." Ana's heart began to beat erratically as their eyes met. The stare down seemed to last for minutes until Conrad smiled. "Such beautiful eyes, fraulein." This made Ana blush. She forgot how much of a pimp he was.

She had to get out of there. Ana tried the English that Walter "taught" her. "Thank you, sir," she said, taking the lipstick. "But I really should be going. I have work." It hurt to not pronounce her v's. But instead of picking up on it, Conrad smiled. "Have a good day zhen." Ana nodded before practically running to the academy. Disbelief ran through her as she changed into her body suit and skirt. She was still shocked as she slipped on her ballet slippers. Conrad hadn't recognized her.

"Good morning, Miss Analise," came a chorus of girls, breaking her thoughts. She smiled gently. "Good morning, girls."

[1]Ana's youngest child from her late ex-husband, Adolf
[2]Head of the Missions Department; affectionately called "Dick" by Alex and Erin.

I fucking love...

2006-10-05T21:53:30Z

JAMES BOND

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-05T15:08:00

2006-10-05T19:12:13Z

I know some of you are just DYING to know what ho biches is. Well, I'll sum it up in one commercial.

_scottishgentry @ 2006-10-01T21:21:00

2006-10-02T01:22:32Z

I spent $160 at the mall today AND I FEEL DAMN GOOD.

Sometimes I wonder if I have bipolar disorder.

Parents

2006-10-01T17:37:16Z

I've never complained about anything for eight fucking years. I can't do this anymore. I just can't.

_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-29T19:57:00

2006-09-29T23:47:56Z

I took Lincoln out for a walk today after dinner and the weather felt wonderful. It felt like fall had finally come instead of this 70 degree weather shit.

:DDDD

And, Erin, I didn't know if it would be awkward if I said it on Wednesday or not but you are pretty. Specially when you laugh.

...LAWLZ Awkward.

_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-28T19:06:00

2006-09-28T23:10:00Z

I was reading one of my mom's magazines, Woman's Day, and I saw this ad that said:

Put your husband back on your "to do" list

...It was for a personal lubricant.

....

Unlike Pank, I HAVE A CUT

2006-09-27T01:59:38Z

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post your favourite line(s) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Webcheating is for fags.

1] Walking on eggshells
Walking on glass
Burnt by the mirror
Burnt by the light
Feeling rejection I'll burn down your house
Tearing down posters
I was never alive

2] There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Your father shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

3] Come here baby I love your company
We could do it and start a family
She was living alone unhappily
We could do it, it's right romantically
Death From Above 1979 - Romantic Rights

4]yes this is the campaign
slithered entrails
in the cargo bay
neutered is the vastness
hallow vacuum check the
oxygen tanks
they hibernate
but have they kissed the ground
pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
tease this amputation
splintered larynx
it has access now
At the Drive-In - One-Armed Scissor

5] Remember Rio and get down
Like some other DJ, it's another town
She's been trying to tell me to hold tight
But I've been waiting this whole night
But I've been down across the road or two
But now I've found the velvet sun
That shines on me and you

6]Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habit tore from the palms
Severing the breast
Melting on his arms
The Mars Volta - Meccamputechture

7]Were you unawares?
Did it catch you out?
Or did it break you in
Right from the start
It's as pure as fire
It's as pure as snow
I knew that I'd found you
Bloc Party - Tulips

8]Young man control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table
And make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
You better make the right move
Matisyahu - Youth

9] In 18 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

10] Freeze frame screen kiss
Hot heads under silent wigs
Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor
Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door

11] Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

12] Leaving the house around quarter to five
Zipped up my boots and I'm ready to ride
And I feel so high, I feel so alive

13] I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

14]Your life is over now,
Your life is running out,
When your time is at an end,
Then it's time to kill again,
We cut without a knife,
We live in black and white,
Your just a parasite,
Now close your eyes and say good-night.
Andrew W.K. - Ready to Die

15] How she'd be soothed, how she'd be saved if he could see
She needs to be held in his arms to be free
But everything happens for reasons that she will never understand
'til she knows the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man

16] Like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself
You know it all by heart
Why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, bloom to perish

17] It's bugging me, grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly caving in
And turning inside out

18]Missed me missed me now you've gone and done it
Hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
It serves you right for kissing little girls but i will visit if you miss me
Do you miss me? MISS ME??
The Dresden Dolls - Missed Me

19]we sample from the shelves
tore a page out of this chapter
deface the essays in the book that you're reading
we are the leaches that stop the bleeding
deficit attention program
by any means necessary
blare sirens to the library
whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary
At the Drive-In - Cosmonaut

20]say you would, say you could
say you'd come and stop the rain
say you'd try and hold me tight
and you just give me away
make me high on lullabies
a melody for me to sway
make me high on lullabies a melody for me to sway
Vanessa Carlton - Sway

My paid account ends in three days DDD:

2006-09-27T01:17:26Z

Because I CAN

Years roleplaying: Going on four or five years, I think.
Least favorite character: Sasuke.
Male or female characters?: Female
Oldest character played: Either Alex or Kurenai from KHS [R.I.P]
Newest character?: Tifa. She's so cool

Which character of yours would be most likely to...

Jump off a bridge?: Alex. Because she gets REALLY depressed sometimes
Get drunk and pass out?: HAHAHA Johann or Ana [from ho bitches]
Be far too hyper for their own good?: Franz
Be raped?: Analise LAWLZ
Get lost and refuse to ask for directions?: Franz! Because he's so damn stubborn
Get lung cancer: Hirsch. That watered down German.
Star in a horror movie?: Franz
Star in a whore movie?: Alex with Erin as a co-star and Johann and Wilhelm being their pimps.
Star in a video game?: Tifa, dur
Make the world a better place?: Your mom
Have a torrid gay love affair?: JOHANN

Relate each word to a character of yours:

Love: Johann
Hate: Franz/Adolf
Money: Jacques
Seduction: Anastasia
Lies: Franz
Tragedy: Analise. It makes me want to slit my wrists.
Manipulation: Franz
Violence: Johann. On a bad day.
Politics: Anastasia
Fire: Melania. BITCH
Ice: Franz

Would you ever...

Play a prostitute?: HAHAHA Kinda play one already
Play a musician?: LAAME
Play a pilot?: Um..no
Play a homosexual?: A BISEXUAL SHUR!!!!!1111
Play a pedophile?: No.
Play a politician?: Nazis?
Create a character for the sole purpose of smut?: Yes. YYYES! That's how Johann was created.
Play a character who commits incest?: ....What? No!

_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-21T20:39:00

2006-09-22T00:40:47Z

Who: Mainly Franz
Where: Undisclosed location in Munich
What: Franz's plan to make Johann Fuhrer is revealed.
Warnings: Insensitive bastardness.

"Again." The crack of a whip echoed through the room. The man they were beating flinched slightly, gripping the chains around his wrists tightly. He wasn't going to give them what they wanted: a sign of weakness. But he didn't know how long he could last. An exasperated sigh escaped another man. "Again!" Johann grunted quietly as the whip came down across his back again. A stinging and numbing pain ran up his bacl. His breathing became heavy and labored. Johann could almost hear the triumphant smirk on the man's face as he spoke again. "Von more und he'll be done for tonight." One more crack of the whip and Johann could not feel his body. He shouted in pain before collapsing against the wall. His body shook violently and his breathing was ragged.

"See vat happens vhen you leave ze Reich?" the same man from before snarled. "Enough, Hugo," another man said. "Take him from ze chains. I don't vant his shoulders to dislocate." Hugo scoffed. "You carry out zhis order yet you're still soft on ze boy, Franz," he said, gesturing to Johann. Franz glared at him. "I don't vant ze Fuhrer to be disabled. Now take him back to his room und treat his vounds." As the nurses came forward and took Johann from his kneeling position, a gurgle came from him as blood poured from his mouth. "Never..Fuhrer!" he shouted at Franz and Hugo. Hugo snarled while Franz just watched his son. "Zhey brain-vashed you, boy," he said sternly. "Zhat man, zhat girl, all of zhem!" Johann gritted his teeth, his mouth eventually opening to say something. But another groan came out before he was carried away.

Franz turned away, sighing. Hugo ordered some of the soldiers in the room to clean up the blood from the floor. He gestured to Franz to leave the office with him. He couldn't understand Franz sometimes. Franz himself had planned the entire thing. The kidnapping, the brain-washing, everything. If Johann wasn't going to come back willingly, he was going to force the boy into becoming his proper role: a pawn. There was no doubt that Johann would have absolute power but Franz would always be there, whispering in his ear. The loss at the agency was when the Reich hit rock bottom. First it was the collapse of the Vichy government in France and now this. Franz was at his wit's end and Johann was the only beacon of light that could bring pride back to the Reich; what had been planned at the boy's conception. Elise was the same way. Franz never wanted to marry her for fear of soiling his Aryan blood with her dirty blood. But when he found out that her parents were Aryan, he agreed to marry her at once, seeing there was a better chance to breed a pure Aryan. She was nothing but an animal of pleasure for him.

"Und you accuse your son of shameful acts of beastiality?" Hugo mused. He then chuckled darkly and shook his head. "At least Elise vas Deutsch!" Franz shouted in defense. "He's fucking some sow of ze Spanish race!" Growling slightly, he took out a cigar. Putting it between his lips, Franz searched his person for a lighter. Hugo held out his and Franz took it. After lighting the cigar, he handed the lighter back to his friend and continued to brood, a trait his son had picked up. "Ve need to erase anyzhing zhat are tokens of memory," he then said. "Ve need to erase zhem from his life." Hugo raised a brow. Hugo's loyalty to the Reichstag was as strong as the next Nazi's but doing that to your own child? Hugo had two little girls at home and he would never do anything to cause them anguish. "Vat do you suggest, Franz?" he then asked.

Franz reached into his pocket and took out a black leather wallet. "Johann has countless pictures of zhem," he said. "No doubt he vill look at zhem vhile in his room und no doubt zhey vill stay in his zhoughts if he does." Hugo blinked. "Franz, are you...?" The man turned down another hall, towards his study. Hugo stayed where he was, watching Franz's shrinking form. Shaking his head, he went the opposite way to head home. Franz walked quietly into his study. There was already a fire crackling, making the room warm and cozy despite the coldness of its occupant.

The Krause walked over to his chair behind his desk. Slowly, he sat down, taking a picture out of Johann's wallet. It was a very nice picture of Alex. Black and white in color, her features were very defined. It was taken at home since she was standing in what looked like the small garden labyrinth they had at the mansion. He grinned slightly. It looked like Johann had taken a liking to professional photography. "Too bad." Franz then turned around and flicked the photo into the fire place. Immediately, it started curl up as the fire consumed it. Franz looked for another picture. He found a few more of Alex, all in black and white. Johann liked to take pictures of her after a night of wonderful love-making. She was usually wrapped up in the sheets, a small smile on her face. Franz's mouth turned down in a frown before he threw them into the fire as well. He was about to toss another one when he examined it more closely.

It was of Alex again, although in a different setting. Again, she was lying on a bed, partially nude. She laid on her back and looked towards the camera. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach; it was taken when she was still pregnant. To any other person, it would have been a beautiful picture but to Franz, it made him even angrier. His frown deepened as he threw it into the fire with the rest of them. "Stupid whore," he muttered. Thinking he was finished with all the pictures, Franz made to close the wallet and give it back to Johann in the morning. But as he did, he saw another picture. It seemed to be shoved in as it was larger than the wallet itself. Furrowing his brows, he took it out. As he smoothed it out, Franz realized it was an ultrasound. He examined it harder, squinting at it. It was a child so, naturally, Franz found it wonderful. It was his granddaughter. A small smile tugged at it his lips. She was so beautiful, the way she slept, her hands clenched into fists. She definitely had the Krause temperament. A chuckle nearly escaped his lips before Franz realized what he was doing. Suddenly, he tore the ultrasound down the middle and threw it into the fire.

Breathing heavily, he watched the flames lick the sides of the picture, making it curl up and burn. The flames reflected off of his blue eyes as he stared into the fire. It stayed like this for awhile before he slammed his hand down onto his desk. No one was going to get his way this time. He was going to make Johann Fuhrer and whoever tried to stop him would be terminated.

I Wrote This. Duh.

2006-09-21T20:59:13Z

Who: Johann and Alex
Where: Ze mansion in Berlin
What: I missed writing them together, okay?! DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!
Warnings: A depressing topic.

Birds chirped happily as the sun hung in the sky. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees and the petals of the flowers in the garden. The crisp wind and changing colors of the leaves told of the arrival of fall. The Black Forest was relatively quiet, considering what had gone on with the rest of the world during the past year.

Johann carressed Alex's jawline gently. He smiled softly as she stayed sleeping. The best few days had been the best of his life. After hindering the Reich's attack on London HQ, the Nazis, along with Johann's father, went crawling back to Munich to re-esemble. Johann knew it was a risk, going back to Germany but he didn't want to stay with anyone either. He wanted to be alone with Alex, in their home.

Taking her in his arms, Johann took in her scent. For so many months, he had woken up to the stagnant smell of cigarettes and alcohol. It reminded him of his days as a bachelor. Not that he minded some aspects of it... "I lost you twice before," Johann whispered in her ear, "und I'm not losing you again." He kissed her cheek and ran a hand through her hair. "I love you."

A few minutes later, Alex woke up. She opened her eyes to see Johann examining the headboard and wall. "Looks like ve'll need to touch up ze paint und ze vood after last night," he said, looking down at her, smiling. She smiled in return before pulling him back down to her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. After Alex reluctantly broke it, Johann took a deep breath. "Vow," he said, looking down at her. "I vant some of zhat..." He then reached under the covers, spreading her legs.

But, suddenly, she broke out into a fit of sobs. Startled, Johann let go of her legs and cupped her face. "Vat's ze matter?" he asked frantically. "Alex, tell me if I hurt you!" Her shoulders shook with sobs as Johann watched her quietly. "Alex--" But he soon stopped as she shook her head. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "It's just that I forgot how much I loved doing this, waking up beside you and having sex at random times of the day." Alex continued to cry quietly. Johann then smiled gently. He shushed her, kissing her forehead. "I've missed it, too," he said. "Und imagine how hard it vas for me to go cold turkey." She chuckled. "We stopped right after the first trimester," she said, "so you must've been used to it." He scoffed. "Ja but it vas still handjob second trimester und vould have been blowjob zhird trimester." It fell silent between them.

They hadn't brought up the subject of Elise yet. Johann didn't bring it up because he didn't want to ruin their happy reunion. But then there was the fact that Johann wasn't with her to mourn or suffer from her spiraling depression. Wilhelm did all of that for him.

Johann looked away from her, biting his quivering lip. Tears clouded his vision. "I-I'm sorry," he cried out. Suddenly, Alex burst into tears again. "I've waited so long to hear that," she sobbed. They held onto each other tightly, crying. They were crying for their friend. They were crying for themselves. They were crying for their daughter.

_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-20T22:48:00

2006-09-21T02:49:25Z

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_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-19T21:49:00

2006-09-20T01:51:41Z

HAHAHA I completely forgot about this <3

_scottishgentry @ 2006-09-15T20:48:00

2006-09-15T00:49:23Z

Am I losing my touch to make people happy?