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 Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 1:58 am
e d g e . o f . t h e . a b y s s .
journal of 'them' This here is the journal of THEM, who are the Akmas of KANJII, who are SELKA and CHAES and. . . probably more to come.
. . .and perhaps there'll be more to come. Read as you like, but this is a private journal, which means no posting without my permission. even you, Sabith.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:03 pm
s e l k a .
the awesome. 
[Cert]
Name: I AM SELKA BUT YOU CAN ALL JUST CALL ME THE TRICKMASTER.
D.o.B: APRIL FOOL'S DAY, HAH.
Gender: FEMALE. ...Okay, fine, I'll lay off the caps lock now. D: Spoilsport.
Race: Akma
Heartless: TRICKMAAAAAAASTER! ...OKAY, OKAY, no more caps lock. D<
Stage: Child
Likes: Fire, juggling, acrobatics, fire, matches, jumping arond, FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE, and food. Mmmm. Food. Fire. Food on fire? :D?
Dislikes: Winter, water, ice, coldness, snow, cowards, whiners, and having to sit still. D<
History: SUPER-SEKRIT. D<
Status: Trying to figure out whether Kanjii drinks blood, too.
People:
[Kanjii] ...my owner? parent? guardian? slave? I don't know. ...The most I know about her is that she has a tail, and I'm living in her house.
[ThingThatWatchesMe] I'LL GET YOU SOMEDAY! YOU JUST WATCH! I'LL GET YOU REAAAAL SOON! AND THEN YOU'LL BE SORRY! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!
[Chae] I'm going to get her someday, too. D<
[Kanjii] AWESOME. SHE SCREAMS AT RANDOM PEOPLE ON THE STREET. heart
[Vast] He has a tail. And his father drinks blood. How cool is that? He's kinda weird, though. But okay. NOT LIKE CHAE. D<
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:04 pm
c h a e s .
...i am so braindead. 
[Cert]
Name: Chaes.
Goes by: Chae. Kanjii's addition of that 's' makes it sound silly.
D.o.B: No idea. Don't really care.
Gender: What do you think?
Race: Akma
Heartless: Mad Dog
Stage: Child
Likes: Dogs, chocolate, high places, silence, depressing books.
Vaguely dislikes: Happy families.
Dislikes: Noise, high-pitched voices, heavy accents, sports, old photographs.
History: ...go away.
Other: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Status: SOMEONE MAKE SELKA SHUT UP.
People:
[Kanjii] ...I like her, as long as she's not with Selka. Because then she acts exactly like her.
[Selka] I HATE HER. I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:05 pm
r e s e r v ed .
for something...or someone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:11 pm
r e s e r v ed .
for something...or someone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:23 pm
r e s e r v ed .
for something...or someone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:24 pm
r e s e r v ed .
for something...or someone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:36 pm
s a t u r d a y . a p r i l . 0 8 . 2 0 0 6 .
1:26 PM. Quote: SELKA
Well. . .
After about forever, finally got to Kanjii's home. And then she immediately runs off again to do something. Which means I have free reign over the house.
And damn is it a boring house.
I mean, there's nothing in it. Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing nothing. The stove and oven don't even work. And there's no matches, or fireplace! And the place is tiny. Feels like I've been shoved into a cardboard box. The only things in it are this computer. And some really big-a** books. I can't even find the food. And I'm hungry. Really. Hungry.
And I keep getting this weird feeling that someone's watching me. But the house is empty. Meh. I swear I'll get him. or her. I'll get him or her out soon. Burn 'em out, or something.
Now if only I could find those damn matchsticks.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:25 pm
s u n d a y . a p r i l . 0 9 . 2 0 0 6 .
9:18 AM. Quote: CHAES
I have a feeling that I'm not going to like it here.
Not because of Kanjii. I barely know her. And if that stays that way, I wouldn't be very bothered by it. If I get to know her, and she's nice and quiet then that's okay too. The problem is if I get to know her and she's noisy and stupid, well...
Anyway, Kanjii's not the problem right now.
The problem is my supposed sister. Selka.
She's taller than me, and at first I thought she was older than me, but she is a brat. All she ever does is run around the house screaming her head off and pouncing at anything around the corner and talking about how she's sooo hungry and bored and...ugh.
Thankfully she doesn't come onto the roof.
I've found a book laying on Kanjii's bed, paperback, and about 800 pages. Called A Game of Thrones. Looks well-thumbed. I suppose Kanjii must like it. Not sure what type of person Kanjii is, but hey, I need something to read. And to distract me from her, who is currently stomping around the inside of the house screaming something that sounds like 'Your days are numbered!'
I wonder who she's talking to.
This neighborhood is so...empty. Quiet, which is good--aside from her--but still. I like this roof. It's high, and I can see anyone approaching from any angle. No one'll catch me unawares here.
Back to the book.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 12:17 am
s u n d a y . a p r i l . 1 6 . 2 0 0 6 .
3:02 PM. Quote: SELKA
WAHAHAHAHAHA YES I LOVE THIS PLACE GRAAAUFHGH.
At first I thought Kanjii was some old boring person. Okay, well, I didn't think she was old. She doesn't look old. She doesn't act old either, and she...she...she's great! She runs around screaming things about baby-flinging! And lockers! And...all types of gibberish.
okay, half the time, i don't know what the hell she's talking about, but that's okay. ANYONE WHO SPENDS HALF THEIR LIFE RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING THEIR HEADS OFF IS A-OKAY.
She was busy for the whoooole week, so I did nothing except try to stalk down that thing, which yes, is still following me, and hasn't revealed its damn self yet. Chae--
--oh right I forgot to tell you about Chae. She's stupid. All she ever does is sit around and read and glare and glower and sulk. She's the most boring and stupid jerkface I've ever met. Jerkface. Poophead. Half the time she just kinda disappears and I don't know where she goes. I should lock her out one of these days.
Back to Chae. She told me to shut up! She. To me. Shut up. Can you believe it? I wanted to smack her. I still want to smack her. But that would be too good for her. I'm going to lock her out one of these days. Or burn that stupid book of hers. Ooooh, that sounds good. I bet she wouldn't like that. Buuuuuurn.
Just her stupid name makes me angry. I hope she dies and rots in hell. that's what Kanjii's always saying. ...well, not about Chae. She likes Chae. can you believe it? CHAE. i think it's that book.
Well, I haven't told Kanjii about the thing yet. I'm going to get it myself, without anyone's help. I will! I will!
Kanjii took me out to walk around. You wouldn't believe how big her house is from the outside! From the inside, it was tiny. Like...four rooms. But on the outside it's huge! It goes up for miles and miles and has nineteen-million-floors or something! I think the only reason why I thought it was tiny was because Kanjii kept the door locked so I couldn't explore the rest of it.
So, while we were walking around, we started randomly yelling at people. Mostly 'I'M OKAY! I SWEAR I'M OKAY! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!'' Kanjii did it first. I asked her why, she said it was because a surefire way of knowing when someone's not okay is when they start yelling at random people in the street that they are okay.
...Now my head hurts.
I don't understand it, but it's funny to see how fast people can walk when they have random strangers screaming at them.
Kanjii said we were going to bring Chae along too, but we couldn't find her. I'm glad we didn't. Chae's probably like one of those buttfaces who'd be all like 'Nooo! You can't do that! Neener neener neener!' She'd have ruined everything.
And now I'm hungry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 3:00 am
s u n d a y . a p r i l . 1 6 . 2 0 0 6 .
outside kanjii's apartment. Quote: SELKA and VAST
Kanjii: Selka was wandering around outside again. It wasn't very fun while Kanjii was around, mostly because Selka had no idea where to go and didn't quite relish the thought of being lost. She didn't want to go inside to stalk the thing again because Chae was in there. Besides, it was cold where Kanjii lived. All the way up on the top floor. Weird that she doesn't use the rest of the building, she's got eighteen other floors and they can't be all that cold.
So she contented herself with kicking a rock across the pavement and looking for some little kid to kick it at.
Moros: Vast was walking around at night with his usual zest for life. The small monkey child carried a large tree in a pot with the kind of ease that an adult lifts a paperweight as he hurried on his way home from his underground garden. He usually spent his time alone and thus had no idea that he might meet someone along the quiet route he usually took.
Kanjii: Selka found her target. She grinned, pulled her leg up, and kicked with all her little might...
Kanjii: ...and the rock skittered past the boy, harmlessly rolling out into the street.
Moros: At the sound of the rock Vast immediately stopped and put his plant down. He looked around and spotted Selka. "Hello, what are you doing out here? It's late. Are you a vegan or something?"
Kanjii: Selka had been preparing to dash away cackling with glee--even though she missed--but the boy's indifference towards the fact that she had just tried to kick a rock at him caught her off guard. She peered closely at her former victim, but in the dark she couldn't see him very clearly. He had been carrying something, that was for sure, but what it was she couldn't tell. Immediately tales of murderers and kidnappers ran amok in her head and she briefly wondered if it was a dead body or something. But whatever the object was, it hadn't looked like a bag--so that was unlikely.
"A...A vegan?" Selka asked. "What's that? And what're you carrying?"
Moros: Whether dumb or extremly forgiving, Vast was known for ignoring most insults towards him. He smiled at Selka and shifted from foot to foot, tail curling a bit as he tried to appear friendly. He had no trouble seeing in the dark having been raised to sleep during the day and live during the night time. It never occured to him before that someone might not be able to see in the dark or that he would meet a girl while out one day. Both were kind of an oddity in his world.
"A vegan is a person who drinks the blood of others. Like my father." Vast looked over at his tree then back at Selka shrugging. "That's my tree. I grew it myself from a tiny acorn. It's getting big so I'm taking it home to replant. You're a girl aren't you?"
Kanjii: Selka could care less about the tree, but she brightened and her face cracked into a grin when she heard about the boy's father. "He drinks blood? Really?" Selka had never heard of anyone like that. She wondered if she could do it. "What about you? Do you?"
There was a pause, and she suddenly recalled his last question. "Oh. Yeah, I'm a girl. So, do you drink blood, too?"
Moros: Vast made a face of disgust. This girl was kind of creepy. "No...I'm a monk! Not a vegan and if you're a girl you're the first one I've seen besides my aunts. You're a unicorn!"
Kanjii: "A...unicorn? I'm not a unicorn! Unicorns have horns. And they're white. And they're like...horses. Besides, they can't talk." Selka wasn't sure about that last statement, but she couldn't sound unsure. That'd only make her sound weak. She skipped up to the boy and peered at him from there. She could make out more features now...and then she saw a tail.
Selka could hardly keep back her gasp of delighted surprise and pointed, forgetting--if she had ever remembered--all the rules of courtesy and politeness. "Is that a tail?" she asked, rather stupidly.
Moros: "Unicorns are cool! They hae really nasty battles with those horns and they protect thier kids and families with them. AND they can talk! No one's listening though.." Vast crossed his arms sulking a bit. "No one ever listens." He snapped out of his dramatic moment as he looked at Selka for a quick moment. She didn't look like anyone he had ever seen before.
Self concious at the point, Vast grabbed his tail and held it. "Yes, it's my tail. I'm a monkey-plant combination...I'm suppose' to have a tail. What kind of akma are you?"
Kanjii: "Me?" Selka grinned again, wider than before. She crossed her arms and stood up straight. "I'm Selka, the Trickmaster!" To tell the truth, she wasn't all that sure where the name had come from, but it stuck. Besides, she liked it. "...by the way, what's your name?"
Moros: "Nice to meet you! I've never met a person with a title before...." The clock in town rang loudly chiming in the call of dawn for the town. Vast made a face as he quickly stooped to pick up his tree. "My name's Vast Tribal! I'm sorry but I gotta get home. It's my bedtime!"
Kanjii: "Y...your bedtime?" Selka echoed, raising her voice over the sound of the bells. They reminded her of the fact that she hadn't slept all night, but that was okay. She'd just take a nap during the day or something. "What're you talking about? It's morning!"
Moros: Vast nodded again shifting the weight of the tree. "Yeah, I'm nocturnal..my dads will burn if they go out in the sunlight so we all sleep during the day." He bowed to her. "I'm sorry! It was nice meeting you!" He ran off dropping the ocassional leaf along the way.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:16 am
s u n d a y . a p r i l . 2 2 . 2 0 0 6 .
10:11 PM. Quote: CHAES
I. Can't. Stand. Her. Anymore.
All my 'sister' does is scream. Scream, and shout, and swear, and run around and knock things over and make an idiot of herself. I swear I have never met anyone more immature than her. We're the same age but she acts like...like...there are no words to describe her.
And Kanjii doesn't do anything about it. She just lets Selka do whatever the hell she wants. She even laughs at...no, with Selka, and that only encourages her.
Ugh. Kanjii's actually likeable when she's not with my 'sister'. I wish she would do something about Selka, though. Just make her shut the hell up.
Someone save me.
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