urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbedPicture I'm a dreamer, I'll take you deepermusic turned into thin airDarkTabby2009-12-28T23:02:26Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:43435155 pills spilling over2009-12-28T22:54:58Z2009-12-28T23:02:26Z<img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Icons/cloackedRoxas.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br />Back to public entries, I got bored having them friends only -laughs- . I've been meaning to write a journal for a while now. I was actually planning on having it be very poetic, just like my old ones, full of sorrow and using words that could only catch the eyes of the desperate. But I stopped, and actually thought about what I was feeling before defaulting to melancholy. <br /><br />Since I've been home I've been hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Everywhere I look I get echos of memories reeling in the back of my mind. <i>Like, is any of this for real... or not?</i><br /><br />Playing Kingdom Hearts 358/2 and getting back into the fandom has been trying. I keep remembering summer nights at Danica's house, just dicking around. -shakes her head- But I'm making new memories. Ones that aren't lined with sadness and clouded with anguish. <br /><br />I started reading over <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3127269/1/Tease">Tease</a> again. It's one of my favourite Kingdom Hearts fanfiction, if not the favourite. I remember when I started reading it it still wasn't finished. And I was waiting in English after school because I had to take a test. But as soon as I was done Danica jumped up and told me that the last chapter was updated. <br /><br />It makes me smile, remembering the times I had with her. But in truth I'm glad it's over. And if given the choice, I wouldn't go back. I've grown up, gained a sense of self, became my own person instead of a reverberation of what I thought people wanted me to be. I knew that when I was in the Keys summer before senior year, but I think I'm truly realizing what it means now.<br /><br />I've changed so much from the lost puppy I used to be. I touch my key necklace and remember when it was a keyblade, nearly 4 years ago. <br /><br />If I keep to myself here, summer will wash over me. I'm not sure how, perhaps it's the music I'm listening to, maybe it's my memories, but I could swear I hear warm breezes whisping over the tress outside. I long to have my summer skin again. When I look in the mirror... I'm sickly white. When did that happen? <br /><br />I'm not quite sure how to describe this feeling. <i>I'm dreaming. But which parts... were the dream?</i> I'd like to get out of this town. It's no longer my home. Hasn't been for a while. I have a place now, in Memphis, with people I care about. I can go to the store there and not worry about running into pieces of my past.<br /><br />I wonder if I'll always feel that way. Trying to avoid people who I've left, or maybe never really were a part of to begin with. Having to move every ten, twenty, years. Too much baggage in one place. Time to move on.<br /><br /><br />I still have a lot of growing to do.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:43220154 pills taken2009-12-21T02:10:23Z2009-12-21T02:10:23ZFound this from a year ago, thought it'd be interesting to take it again,<br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br />Did you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?<br />One boyfriend, we're still dating <3<br /><br />Did you make a new friend?<br />2? 4? Define friend?<br /><br />Did you get into a physical fight with anyone?<br />I wish.<br /><br />Did you go to a funeral or wedding?<br />Nope.<br /><br />Lost your voice?<br />Not that I remember, it's gotten gravel-y<br /><br />Had someone tell you that they liked/loved you?<br />Yes<br /><br />How has '09 been so far?<br />Interesting. I've come a long, long way<br /><br />How old do you want to be when you die?<br />17-- oh wait, shit.<br /><br />How do you feel about love songs?<br />I like them<br /><br />Who was the last person to call you?<br />Mum<br /><br />Have you ever talked on the phone in the shower/bathtub?<br />Nope<br /><br />Where's the person you miss most?<br />New York<br /><br />Do you just want to yell in someones face right now?<br />Yes<br /><br />Was today a good day?<br />All in all yeah<br /><br />Whats the worst feeling?<br />Being left. Ironic, no?<br /><br />What are your plans for this weekend?<br />Painting?<br /><br />Do you still play in the snow?<br />I actually got to see snow this year. I tossed a snowball at Souji, but he didn't notice D:<br /><br />Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?<br />No, it's cheap.<br /><br />Is there someone that you believe you will always be attracted to?<br />Physically?<br /><br />Would you forgive a cheater?<br />I'd be very hard pressed to, unless there was a previous agreement- like Brian and Justin<br /><br />Have you ever, in any way, been betrayed by someone you trusted?<br />Yes.<br /><br />Are you mean?<br />Sometimes<br /><br />Where was your default picture taken?<br />Livejournal community.<br /><br />Did you date anyone this summer?<br />Yeah, I'm still with him -waves to Souji-<br /><br />Without stating names, say three things to 3 people:<br />Cocktrap needs to go.<br />You don't deserve to have such an amazing son, you can't even see it. And you never will.<br />最後まで<br /><br />Do you trust people easily?<br />No, not really<br /><br />Whats one thing you wish you could take back?<br />I don't have regrets so...<br /><br />Whos the first person in your contacts list in your phone?<br />Ashley<br /><br />Does it matter when your friends bring up your past mistakes?<br />Not really<br /><br />Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?<br />I sing all the time, sometimes obnoxiously but most of the time not<br /><br />Where is your number one person on your friends list?<br />..what? I, er, number ten?<br /><br />When was the last time you stayed up all night on the phone?<br />A couple weeks ago with Souji<br /><br />When is the last time you got really frustrated?<br />This afternoon when my mum was driving me to her house<br /><br />Do you curse a lot?<br />College has brought out the worst in that aspect,<br /><br />Would you go in public looking like you do right now?<br />I have already, we went out to dinner<br /><br />What are you listening to right now?<br />My mum left Survivor on the tv so that, and Parker breathing stupid because he has a stuffy nose.<br /><br />Who's sweatshirt did you wear last?<br />My own?<br /><br />When did you last go to the beach?<br />Sometime in June, with Souji, Ck, and Ren<br /><br />Are you crushing on someone?<br />Souji, I'm crushin' on yew<br /><br />Do you want to get married?<br />I don't really think I want to xD <br /><br />Who was the last person that made you cry?<br />Souji, this morning, but I was crying because I was happy,<br /><br />What do you think about the last person you talked to?<br />That they needed to stop talking to me, my brothers never shut the fuck up.<br /><br />How are you feeling at this moment?<br />Eh, kinda bored really, but I'm so, so glad that I have my cat again, we missed each other so much<br /><br />What are you excited about?<br /><strike>Going back to my dorm</strike> Going to the Dandelion Cafe tomorrow with Ash,<br /><br />Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?<br />I think so<br /><br />What does your hair look like today?<br />....like it always does? I wanted to get around to dying my bangs again but in the end I was too lazy<br /><br />Honestly, if you could go back 5 months from now, would you?<br />Not a chance,<br /><br />Do you know a few people that smoke weed?<br />Souji's dad and his dad's friends.<br /><br />Do you know how many kids you want and what you'll name them?<br />If I have kids they'll be named Abortion #1 and Abortion #2<br /><br />Do you know anyone who drinks a lot?<br />Not anymore,<br /><br />Is there anyone you won't ever forget?<br />Two people,<br /><br />Would you rather go back a week or go forward?<br />Back, because then I'd be going to visit Souji soon<br /><br />Have a best friend?<br />I..er.. does your SO count?<br /><br />Are you in a good mood right now?<br />Give or take<br /><br />What were you doing at midnight last night?<br />Being pissy about my mum and plane tickets and flight times and not being able to sleep<small> and not having good food and</small><br /><br />How old is the first person on your top 8?<br />Myspace is a waste of time.<br /><br />How long was your last phone call?<br />A few seconds to ask where my mum was at the airport<br /><br />What made you sad today?<br />I haven't been sad today<br /><br />What were you doing 2 hours ago?<br />Eating at Olive Garden with my family?<br /><br />What do you want right now?<br />To be at Dad's house, up stairs, curled up next to Souji,<br /><br />Did anything weird happen in the past 3 days?<br />Weird? I don't think weird is the right word,<br /><br />Who was the last person you had a conversation with and what about?<br />Doug, about iTunes crap <br /><br />Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?<br />Yeeeep<br /><br />How do you feel about your relationship status?<br />Blissful<br /><br />What's the weather outside like?<br />55 degrees, it's okay<br /><br />The way to win your heart?<br />Having things in common? Having a mind link? Loving me as I am? I dunno one solid thing, really<br /><br />Have you ever intentionally tried to make anyone jealous?<br />No xD<br /><br />What was going through your mind during your last kiss?<br />I love you, I love you, I love you and I'll be back as soon as I can.<br /><br />Do you think your first love affects the way you go on with life?<br />In little ways, but it's mainly all just memories now.<br /><br />Have you held hands with anybody in the past week?<br />Souji<br /><br />Biggest annoyance in your life right now?<br />My mum. Or maybe.. mums in general. <br /><br />Are you too forgiving?<br />Not so much anymore<br /><br />Do you care if people hate you for no reason?<br />Not really<br /><br />Last person you blocked on MySpace?<br />On Facebook I blocked Toby, or, rather, Souji blocked Toby for me<br /><br />Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to and your sure they won't tell anyone?<br />Yes<br /><br />Does someone like you?<br />Loves me in fact.<br /><br />When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong?<br />Today? Or in the last week? What about the last few hours?<br /><br />Who was the last person you were under a blanket with?<br />Souji<br /><br />Has anybody ever told you that you have pretty eyes?<br />Yes<br /><br />Name something great that happened today?<br />I got to hold and love my cat<br /><br />Who was the last person's voice you heard?<br />The announcer guy on Survivor-- I really need to turn the tv off, it's bothering me<br /><br />Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor?<br />Nearly, when I took a forced break from my meds and then went back on the suddenly<br /><br />Do you like your life as of now?<br />I'm think I can say I do<br /><br />Who's car were you last in?<br />My mum's.<br /><br />Did you kiss or hug anyone today?<br />Hugged my mum, kissed Haze<br /><br />Are you happy?<br />Overall? Probably, for the first time such a long, long time<br /><br />Was the first person you talked to today male or female?<br />Male, my uncle<br /><br />Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?<br />Yes<br /><br />Are you a morning person or a night?<br />Night<br /><br />Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing?<br />It was a gift so I'm not sure<br /><br />Is someone on your mind right now?<br />Yeah<br /><br />Do you believe in love?<br />Of course<br /><br />Do you live near your best friend?<br />Again, do SOs count? If Sou-kun counts he lives 14 hours away<br /><br />Do you get along with dudes or chicks better?<br />Girls, I think, though I'm meeting more blokes that I'm getting along with than ever before<br /><br />Compared to my original one <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/20118.html#cutid1">http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/20118.html#cutid1</a> , I think I've come a long way.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:41226147 is a good number2009-11-08T17:04:01Z2009-11-08T17:10:05ZStory Title: Mirror Images<br />Type of fic: Multi-chapter slash fic<br />Pairing: 2 and 5<br />Chapter number: 5<br />Chapter rating: MA<br />Overall fic rating: MA<br /><br />This is the final chapter, folks. Sorry for such a long wait, I've been to Florida and New York and then there was all my school stuff and-- "Yeah, yeah TN, excuses, excuses." Alright, well, here it is none the less, and I hope it was worth the wait ^^;<br /><br /><a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35169.html#cutid1">Part One</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35561.html#cutid1">Part Two</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/36604.html#cutid1">Part Three</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/37178.html#cutid1l">Part Four</a>, <b>Part Five</b>.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Part 5:<br /><br />A magnet ghosted over 2’s voice box as 5 leaned into him. The movement made him emit a strange, staticed over noise. His optics had been lost in a layer of snow for a few minutes now and 5 vaguely wondered if it would cause any damage. The thought was quickly erased when the inventor reached inside of him and slowed one of his gears.<br /><br />“Ah… 2 please, I’m so close…” The apprentice’s voice faded out. 2 merely looked at him through the fuzz and gave a devious grin.<br /><br />“Not just yet…” 5 pressed the magnet directly onto his mentor’s frame, getting a wonderful response from him. He arched into the pull of the magnet while continuing to slow 5’s gears.<br /><br />After a beat or two the inventor shook, letting go of the gear as he did so. The piece spun doubly fast, as if trying to make up for being slowed. This increased speed caused 5 to start shaking as well. He let go of the magnet, letting it keeps it’s own place, as he brought down his arms to steady himself. Apparently 5 had leaned in too close as the magnetic pull sucked him in. <br /><br />His metal frame ground together with 2’s and for a moment it felt as if 5’s inner workings forgot how to move. Later 2 would tell him he made the most beautiful noise he had ever heard, though 5 wouldn’t even remember making it. Both of their vision went white before the apprentice pulled away, slowly ending the shaking and speeding circuitry. <br /><br />2 removed the magnet from his metalwork and gently placed it beside himself. The student gave a soft curse and looked up at his partner. “That never stops being amazing.” Giving a soft laugh 2 looked over at him and straightened one of the buttons on his front.<br /><br />5 smiled at the gesture, loving the soft way he touched him after they were together. The pair stayed in their place for a good ten minutes before they reluctantly got up. In worried motions 5 dusted off his burlap body. 2 laid a gentle hand on his shoulder as if to calm him. <br /><br />Slowly gathering up the things they had found on the day’s excursion the stitchpunks started heading back to the cathedral. As a nervous habit 5 was already wringing his hands together; it was funny, the thought, that he couldn’t quite remember when the tick had started.<br /><br />Sanctuary rose up before them as they neared it. The sun was sinking behind it, casting that gothic cathedral in dark shadow, and if one didn’t know better, it would have looked like a terribly foreboding place. Both stopped at the gate and stared up at the building for a good while. A soft wind brushed by, bringing them back to earth.<br /><br />5 looked over at 2 with a longing expression. But the inventor simply gave him a smile and embraced his partner. “Same time next week, my boy. I’ll be waiting here.” A single optic fixed his gaze. “Now, don’t give me that look.”<br /><br />The younger stitchpunk chuckled despite himself. “Yeah, I’ll be watching for you.” They hugged again, tight and long, before 5 slipped out of 2’s arms and began to sneak back into the place he begrudgingly called home. 2 watched him until his frame was swallowed up by the shadows of Sanctuary. <br /><br />--<br /><br />The view of the telescope swung left and right over the land. Morning had come and gone, and now the afternoon was fast slipping away as well. 5 gave a worried sigh and held onto the invention, lowering his gaze from the destroyed landscape to the wooden floor. It was very unlike 2 to be so late. In fact he had only been late once before, and that was because he had been caught up by the Beast.<br /><br />His frame gave a slight shiver and he prayed that he was safe. Looking over the land again he saw something moving. Quickly he adjusted the scope and zoomed in on the figure. It was a stitchpunk, yes, but it wasn’t any he knew. His optic looked away from the telescope and he furrowed his brows in confusion.<br /><br />Curiosity getting the better of him he snuck out of the church and to the doll he had seen. When he reached the figure it had collapsed onto the ground. He knelt down and reached out, but paused, as if afraid to touch the limp being. His eye rested on the number 9 printed on his back and he traced it with his finger before lifting the stitchpunk up and heaving him back to his workshop.<br /><br />5 rested him on a roller-skate that he kept in the shop, the mate of the one 2 carried with him in the Emptiness. He saw that 9’s shoulder had been torn so he scurried around the room before finding a needle and thread. Skilled fingers wove the needle in and out of the newcomer’s skin as his face twisted into a concentrated frown. <br /><br />He finished up the stitchings and went to trade out his needle for a small pair of scissors. Just as he was leaning over to cut off the excess thread 9’s optics flashed open and his hands shot up, trying to push the scissors away from him. 5 pushed the instrument closer, wanting to get in that quick snip but the other stitchpunk tossed them to the side, landing into the wooden floor with a small ‘shink.’<br /><br />“It’s alright.” The stitchpunk scrambled off the roller-skate and fell onto the floor. 5 bent down and put an arm around his shoulder to steady him. “I’m not going to hurt you;” he lifted him to his feet. “You’re safe now.”<br /><br />“Where am I?” 9 sat back down on the skate as the other walked over to the scissors. <br /><br />“With us.” He wrenched the instrument out from the wood floor. “I never expected to see another one.” With a quick snip he cut the excess thread from 9’s shoulder. “There. That should hold. If Two were here he would have done a better job.” He set the scissors back up on the wall and stopped them from rocking. Looking a bit worried, “I wonder where he’s gone to…”<br /><br />“I was with him.”<br /><br />“Two?” 5 spun around and walked towards 9. “Where? Out there?” His gears spun fast, though it was fear that propelled them. “W-what do you mean?”<br /><br />“Keeping secrets from me, I see.” 1 was holding the bit of cloth that made the wall of the room to the side. He stepped in and walked toward the new arrival. <br /><br />The apprentice backed away from 9 slightly then walked forward, trying to explain. “I was coming to tell you I…” Their leader brushed right past him, pushing him aside with his staff.<br /><br />“What’s this?” The gear on the end of 1’s staff tugged down on 9’s shoulder, revealing the printed number on his back.<br /><br />5 worried his hands together. “I-I found him. In the Emptiness.”<br /><br />The white stitchpunk jerked up. “What were you doing out there?” He spun around and started walking towards 5, who kept backing away to keep his distance. <br /><br />“I-I-“ All 5 could think of was back when 1 had sent 2 away. His optic flashed around the room, as if trying to look for a way out. 1 backed him up against a table and a thimble full of supplies fell off and onto the floor. <br /><br />The leader hooked the staff around 5’s neck. “You’ll lead the Beast straight back to us.” He pulled his face closer to his own. “How many times have I told you?”<br /><br />“The beast!” 1 turned around, relaxing his hold on 5. “That’s what took Two.” 5’s eye widened in terror. “If we hurry, we can save him.” <br /><br />Finally the staff was removed from the young inventor’s neck. He gingerly reached up and felt it, making sure his wires were still in place. “The Beast took him?” 1 was looking at 9 now, facing him with narrowed eyes. “That’s the end of it.”<br /><br />9 shook his head, “But he was still alive.”<br /><br />“No! We have rules.” He stamped his staff against the floor, making the bell give a slight chime.<br /><br />From behind the fabric wall the stitchpunk equivalent of a broad sword poked through, moving the curtain to allow 8 to enter. Both 9 and 5 backed up slightly, though 5 shrunk back farther, almost hiding behind the new comer. <br /><br />“Our new guest seems confused.” 1 looked over at his bodyguard. “Perhaps I can help you achieve some clarity.” He motioned out of the room and began leading them to his throne.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:40794145 little blue pills2009-11-03T22:11:01Z2009-11-03T22:11:34ZThis journal is (mostly)...<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Nikohlas/friendsonly.png" border="0" alt="serval,Nikohlas,Friends Only,Eisley,Plenty of Paper"><br /><br />Comment and you will be added c:urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:40363143 is a good number2009-10-17T02:28:45Z2009-10-17T02:28:45ZI like doing these every once in a while. And I know I keep posting like crazy but I really have nothing better to do with my time.<br /><br /><img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/funny-pictures-kitten-is-concerned.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br />If you've ever wanted to tell me something, but felt like you couldn't or it wasn't the right topic or something, here's your chance to say it. You can comment anonymously and tell me.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:39143138 pills waiting for you2009-10-12T09:24:19Z2009-10-12T09:25:17ZMy tongue piercing had to be changed. Grossest feeling ever. ANYWAY. I took a plane to go visit my boy for a few days and do you know what that means? That's right! Plane doodles for you all. <br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Keep in mind these are just doodles.. they have problems but I think a lot of the feeling would be lost if I refined some of these so I'm leaving them as sketches. <br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9,9 movie,4,The Postal Service,Nothing Better" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/nothingbetter.png" /><br />-shrug-<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9 movie,9,5,2,Mirror Images" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/mirrorimages.png" /><br />I wanted to draw out a scene from Mirror Images. This is kinda what I was thinking? I really liked how it turned out...<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9 movie,9,5" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/pleasepleaseplease.png" /><br />I was thinking about the fan service meme and this was my 'draw something that satisfies your own sick fetish'. Orgasm denial ;D<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9,9 movie,Run,Snow Patrol" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/lightuplightup.png" /><br />Realized I'd never drawn 9 himself. So I did. orz<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9 movie,9,Mirror Images" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/keepyouhereandhuman.png" /><br />Another scene from Mirror Images. 2 and 5 sleeping together <3<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9 movie,9,3 and 4,3 &4,Welcome home,Coheed and Cambria" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/welcomehome.png" /><br />Threnfour leaving Sanctuary. 4 looking back.<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9 movie,9,7,Coheed and Cambria,The Willing Well" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/fromfearthroughtheeyesofmadness.png" /><br />Something that was in my head. 9 yelling at 7, throwing his arm out showing her all the madness of the world and telling her that she can't turn her back on it. ....no feet for 7 because I forgot what her foot design was.<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="9,9 movie,The Writer Writing,Coheed and Cambria" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/9%20works/goodapollothewritingwriter.png" /><br />The source. All this madness caused by such a little device...urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:37178133 pills to make us shine2009-10-02T19:08:05Z2009-11-08T17:08:33ZWe are GoldenStory Title: Mirror Images<br />Type of fic: Multi-chapter slash fic<br />Pairing: <strike>Fix-it and Patches</strike> I MEAN 2 and 5<br />Chapter number: 4<br />Chapter rating: PG<br />Overall fic rating: MA<br /><br />Filler chapter is filling space. I dunno if I'm happy with this chapter, might just smush it together with the next one depending on how lengthy it gets :/ In other news, Mika has a new album out, score!<br /><br /><a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35169.html#cutid1">Part One</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35561.html#cutid1">Part Two</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/36604.html#cutid1">Part Three</a>, <b>Part Four</b>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/41226.html#cutid1">Part Five</a>.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Part 4:<br /><br />2 walked around the deserted landscape with a forlorn look about him. A gust of sandy wind rushed by, making him brace against it to keep walking. It had been nearly a month since he had left the cathedral, 23 days, to be exact—and he did like to be exact. He pushed against the beginnings of a sandstorm and sought refuge in an old car. <br /><br />Once safely tucked under one of the seats he untied his front and pulled out a roll of paper. Inside it was a bit of pencil lead that he used to start up drawing again. As the wind roared outside he wished he was able to use his candle to see better. He scribbled out another section to the map he was working on. Little by little he had recorded the surrounding area, just getting to know his way around. <br /><br />To his favour—or maybe it was luck—he hadn’t run into the Cat Beast. However he had been hoping to see the twins somewhere out there. He felt a sinking feeling in his chest as he thought about them. Maybe they really were gone. The inventor paused. What if 5 thought he was gone? What if he never got to see him again? Or even worse, what if 5 had gone looking for him and caught the attention of a beast.<br /><br />His gears slowed painfully and he clutched at his chest. He decided it was best not to think of that… Instead he finished mapping out the new section he had explored today and looked over his work. He was doing well, in his opinion. The work was slow but steady and sandstorms were proving to be the only major problem with being out here.<br /><br />2’s mind flashed to an image of 3 and 4 getting buried by the angry sands. His body shivered and he shook the image out of his head. He crawled a bit further under the seat and curled into himself. In all honesty he missed the church. He missed his workshop and his bed and all his tools… and 5… His optics closed and he tried to start his sleep cycle, though it was proving to be rather difficult.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Daylight crept in under the car seat and gently touched the right side of 2. Back at the cathedral the same light poured in through stain glass windows, though none of it reached the sleepless 5. The church was unnervingly quiet now that only four of the stitchpunks lived there. His fingers played with the fabric of 2’s old bed. <br /><br />Despite the fact that the apprentice knew 2 was never coming back home he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of his bed, let alone his things. 3 and 4’s bed had stayed there long after they had left as well. He tried to search his mind as to when it had disappeared, but he couldn’t remember. <br /><br />His mind kept on bringing up different memories from the past. He remembered how the twins always slept together in their big sock and how 7 would often watch over them until they fell asleep. 5’s optical flashed over to the workbench where 7’s earrings lay. She would never get them now. <br /><br />A memory of all of the stitchpunks working together to fix up their home meandered across his mind. 1 had very specific wants that 2 and 5 would carry out. 3 and 4 were always ready to help put things up or investigate what the inventors were working on. He laughed softly as he remembered them breaking one of 2’s first spears. He had tried so hard not to be upset with them, though 5 knew they hadn’t meant any harm.<br /><br />He put his head in his hands. So many memories. He didn’t want them any more. Somehow they seemed to hurt him now. It was a weird feeling in his chest that he knew couldn’t be real, but it sure felt real. He laid down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sunlight filtered through the air and dust particles floated lazily through the rays. <br /><br />His single eye closed, though sleep was far from reach. Instead he just listened to the silence. Time escaped him, giving him a feeling of disconnect. The light had grown stronger when he finally heaved himself up. 5 drifted around the cathedral before finding himself looking over the Emptiness from the watch tower. His metal fingers touched the telescope he and 2 had made.<br /><br />In their time apart he had made some adjustments to it, though nothing major for it was still their telescope. He sighed and looked through the lens. When 2 had first left he had scanned the ground every day, hoping to see even a glimpse of his teacher. Today everything looked like it always did. Same rubbish pilled in the same spot with the same build up of sand. <br /><br />5 pulled away from the telescope and leaned his upper body against the railing of the tower. His head rested on his arms as he lazily looked out over the Emptiness. Bits of paper blew by in the wind as the stitchpunk let his mind wander. Had he not been in between memories he might not have noticed the small shape slowly moving across his field of vision. <br /><br />He blinked to make sure he really was seeing something move down there then pulled the telescope to his eye. It was a bit hard to see but 5 knew he was watching his mentor walking down there. His gears picked up inside him as he ran to the lift and nearly let it fall to the bottom floor of the chapel. <br /><br />Hiding himself as best he could 5 rushed out of their home and into the Emptiness. He knew it was a huge risk going out there, especially since 1 was already very unhappy with him. But he shoved those thoughts in the back of his mind and continued forward. Scampering up on a pile of rubbish he tried to look over where the area and where 2 had been.<br /><br />He looked around in a near panic, trying desperately to find 2. Just as he whipped around to scan behind him he jumped back and tumbled off the heap. 2 gave a warm laugh, that same laugh he had missed so much.<br /><br />“It’s alright, my dear boy. It’s just me.” 5 looked up from his spot on the ground and stayed still a moment—still winded from the initial scare. “Come on, now. You haven’t forgotten me already have you?”<br /><br />“Two!” The student leapt to his feet and practically fell onto 2. He pushed forward and sent both of them tumbling back. When they hit the ground 5 didn’t let his friend up. Instead he buried his face in his chest and started talking a million miles a minute. It took 2 a moment to even register what he was saying.<br /><br />“—And if the Beast had gotten you but then what if you met up with the twins because I think they might still be out here and Seven is gone too and I thought I would never see you again and that just can’t happen and I—”<br /><br />2 placed his hand on the other’s face. “Shhh, Five… It’s alright.”<br /><br />The stitchpunk looked up at him. “You’re here…”<br /><br />An understanding smile creased in the burlap of 2’s face. “I may be getting older but I can still hold my own, you know.” He gently lifted 5 off his chest and began to untie his strings. “Look,” his worn fingers pulled out a scrap of paper. “I’ve been keeping track of the things around here. There are so many amazing places! Oh, Five, you need to come look around with me.”<br /><br />His apprentice looked away. “I can’t… One would notice I’m gone and I can’t survive out here on my own, you know I can’t.”<br /><br />“Well, I know I may not be much help, but you’ll have me with you.”<br /><br />5’s gears twisted again, the pain that wasn’t really there. “Two… I…”<br /><br />The teacher frowned sadly. “It’s-it’s alright. But you will meet me out here? Maybe… once a week?” <br /><br />His single optic blinked. “I think I can do that… But we can’t stay out too long.” When he saw that his mentor was still downhearted he spoke again. “I’m sorry, but, I’m scared.” He looked down, almost ashamed of the words. “And I know you forget to be scared a lot, but me…”<br /><br />2 ran a hand over 5’s leather patch and down along his jaw line. “I understand.” He embraced the stitchpunk, pulling him as close as he could. They stayed that way for a moment or two before they stood up. “Well, are you going to stay out here a bit with me?”<br /><br />5 nodded without a second thought. “I’ll stay out for a while, will you show me some of the things you’ve found?” <br /><br />“Yes, yes of course.” He waved his hand and started to walk off into the Emptiness. “I’ve got so much to show you…”<br /><br />--<br /><br />The pair continued on like that, meeting each other in the wastelands once a week. 5 would wake up on their designated day and stay in the watchtower, searching the ground for his mentor. Every now and then they would touch and explore as they had that one day. Though most of the time they simply wandered around together, finding materials and making blue prints.<br /><br />They continued to build additions onto the telescope, despite 2 being physically absent from the Sanctuary. Neither stitchpunk had seen 3, 4, or 7 since the inventor had left. Both had their worries, but they were seldom expressed in words. But everything had evened out. And after a while, it seemed as if life would continue like it did forever.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:36604130 pills to get the job done2009-09-24T07:17:12Z2009-11-08T17:09:00ZFinally. Sorry if this is a tad OOC.. I'm not used to writing for 7/1.<br /><br />Fandom: 9<br />Story Title: Mirror Images<br />Type of fic: Multi-chapter slash fic<br />Pairing: 2 and 5<br />Chapter number: 3<br />Chapter rating: NC-17<br />Overall fic rating: MA<br /><br /><a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35169.html#cutid1">Part One</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35561.html#cutid1">Part Two</a>, <b>Part Three</b>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/37178.html#cutid1">Part Four</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/41226.html#cutid1">Part Five</a>.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Part 3:<br /><br />Two small figures ran across an open patch in the Emptiness. They scampered across the ground, then press their sewn bodies against a pile of rubbish. 2 held out the candle on his staff so as to illuminate a darkened cavern. Pressing against his back, 5 tried to get a better look, despite his position behind his comrade.<br /><br />“Think we can find what we need down there?” 2 turned around and nodded solidly. He ducked under a hanging bit of what appeared to be a romance novel and into the small cave it created. Hesitantly 5 followed him into the darkness. “So… you never really told me what exactly we <i>need</i> out here.”<br /><br />2 turned the candle so it was between them. “We’re just looking for things to tinker with. I was also looking for something that would let me wear this," he motioned to the candle, "on my head."<br /><br />They walked a bit further, ducking under and stepping over random odds and ends. 5 tripped over a bit of wire, falling to the ground. He reached out and took a look at it. The wire was strong and the stitchpunk would have thought nothing of it had he not felt the bones 7 had given him rattle in his skin. He removed a collapsible spear from his rucksack and cut off a bit of the material. 2’s light was fading so he quickly stuffed the wire and spear back into his bag.<br /><br />2 had reached a dead end in his search and had started looking around on the walls for things that might prove interesting. Fading eyesight forced him to get very near to some objects, bringing the candle forward for more light. He heard 5’s footfalls grow nearer and turned without thinking. The candle flame quickly licked up part of the fabric on his left shoulder. He dropped the candle, dousing the majority of light, and 5 rushed forward to try and stop the fire from devouring more of his body.<br /><br />The light died out all together as they put out his burning shoulder. Now the pair were in darkness, 5 holding onto 2. Metal fingers gently scraped against 2’s inner metalwork, making him shiver. “Five,” his voice shook as the motion rocked his voice box.<br /><br />The apprentice drew nearer, bringing his arm inside 2’s burlap so as to get a better hold on him. 5 brushed up against his insides and again his voice box faltered, giving a strange noise before his knee joints gave out. “Two, are you alright?” 5 knelt down to his friend’s level and wished he could see in the darkness.<br /><br />2 paused as his mind worked. He opened his mouth but didn’t speak. Instead he felt for the first button on his apprentice’s skin. 5 looked blindly downward and his optical quickly shut as 2 ran his fingers along his metalwork.<br /><br />“Alright, my boy?” The stitchpunk ran his hand along the very framework that held 5 together. “More than alright…” Gears picked up the pace inside his friend as he ghosted his worn fingers along them.<br /><br />The fabric of 2’s mouth creased into a wide grin. He sat on the ground and felt for something to lean himself against. After finding a disk to prop himself against he pulled 5 over him. The doll followed obediently as 2 placed his apprentice's legs on either side of himself, undoing his lower button. Absentmindedly 5 undid the strings that held his partner together.<br /><br />Both were now exposed, though neither seemed to mind. They reached inside each other and explored their different metalworkings. It was just simple touching, finding out what made the other tick. As both caressed there was an occasional groan, distorted by static from the building electricity. 5 arched his back and pressed their foreheads together, smiling absently at the small click their optics made when they connected.<br /><br />Small sparks flashed up every now and then, illuminating the scene. Though 5’s body had more thought put into it, more wires and a different frame, he still managed to find just the right currents to mess with to make 2’s whole body shudder. He tugged gently at a wire, sending electrical waves up his own arm. 2 grasped onto 5’s metal work and dragged his fingers along his makeshift ribcage.<br /><br />The inventor fiddled with a trio of wires inside 5’s framework. An electrical current circled between them as a completed circuit. Their optics fizzed with static before their bodies were shoved away from each other. 5 hit the wall opposite and slouched to the ground, eye still clouded over from excess electricity. Both stayed still until the whir of their gears softened and their circuits worked correctly again.<br /><br />They listened to each other’s framework until it returned to it’s normal, inaudible pace. Then there was the soft noise of 5 rummaging through his rucksack followed by a small ‘fft’ as he lit a match. The flickering light lit up the small space and each could see again. Standing up, 2 held out an arm to help his partner to his feet.<br /><br />5 took the hand but did his best to avoid his gaze. Instead he looked at his feet and absently buttoned his burlap. Metal fingers rested on his shoulder. “Five…?” He looked up sheepishly.<br /><br />The apprentice handed him the match, which was quickly burning out, and tied the strings on 2’s front. “You should cover up…” Fire lapped up the wooden match as the stitchpunk held it.<br /><br />Pulling away from 2’s threads his mentor caught his hand as the light flickered out. Once again in darkness, 5 pushed forward and wrapped his arms around his friend. He pressed his body against 2’s, pulling him as close as he could. The tattered stitchpunk smiled and returned the embrace. For a moment he had wondered if he had perhaps made 5 do something he would regret.<br /><br />The pair felt their way out of the cavern and into the muffled sunlight of the day. When 5 looked over he noticed that his mentor had taken the disk he was leaning on before out with him. “This is actually just what I was looking for.” He gave a soft, warm laugh.<br /><br />They meandered back ‘home,’ talking about the silly things they found. 2 stopped and picked up a pair of broken glasses. He held one spectacle up to his eyes, then proceeded to laugh at the blown up, distorted image of 5. The other took the glass from him and did the same thing. Both laughed, the slight awkwardness from before long forgotten, as 2 slung his arm around 5’s waist and they continued home.<br /><br />When they entered the grand hall of the chapel they saw 6 working on a large drawing. As they passed each peered over to get a look, ignoring the words the artist seemed to be murmuring. His fingers created many black rivers over the paper and when one looked in just the right way they swore he was drawing a stitchpunk. Who it was neither could tell; they merely held their gaze a moment longer then continued on their way.<br /><br />As the pair continued walking through the dilapidated church they wound up in 2’s workshop. Each took their respective chair and began working on their separate projects. 5 pulled out the bones and wire from his burlap while his mentor sketched out idea plans for making a candle hat.<br /><br />The apprentice worked skilfully, all he had learned from 2 shining through. His metal fingers wound the wire round and round the bits of bone. He tried several ways of tying the materials together but ended up having to slowly pick a hole through the bone with a sewing needle. The process was slow and tedious but the end product was worth it. He stuck the wire through and wound it around a few times for artistic effect before proclaiming them done.<br /><br />As he set the earrings down he turned to look at 2, who was starting to work on the finishing touches for his final idea sketch. 5 stood and placed his hands on the inventor’s shoulders, looking down at the drawing. “You know,” 2 began. “I wish the Scientist was still around… He had a brilliant piece of equipment that could be used to weld metals together.”<br /><br />“Yeah, I remember him using it a couple of times.” The apprentice leaned his face right next to the other stitchpunk’s. “We have to use wire or string to attach things now…” His eye focused on the drawings and he pointed to the top one. “I think this plan looks like the best.”<br /><br />2 nodded, “I was planning on using that one, yes.” He gave a smile and looked at 5. His fingers gripped the chair as he heaved himself up. “Okay, my boy, do you think you could help patch me up?” motioning to his shoulder. “I’m starting to feel a chill.” The inventor gave a wry smile, as both knew the only time they felt temperature was when their circuits started to overheat.<br /><br />“Sure thing…” 5 walked over to a make-shift desk that was set up on the far side of the room. Inside it was an assortment of odds and ends each had picked up along the way. He rummaged around for a bit of fabric and found a piece that would cover the hole nicely—and if sewn correctly, flawlessly.<br /><br />The pair walked up to their bedroom, spare burlap and sewing supplies in tow. 2 laid on his bed, folding his hands over his stomach and waited for his apprentice to start working. His optics followed 5 around the room as he picked up scissors and started to approach him. “Okay now…” The fabric of 5’s mouth screwed up into an almost frown as he concentrated on cutting away the burnt fabric of 2’s shoulder.<br /><br />When the area was free of black ash he lined up the bit of burlap and cut away the excess material. Then his hands wrapped around the sewing needle and began stitching his friend back together. 2 tried to keep his face from showing the slight traces of pain as 5 worked. Though he couldn't really feel pain it was more the mental image of a large needle weaving in and out of what was essentially one's skin that made his insides writhe. Finally he was all stitched up and looked as good as new, or as new as he could look.<br /><br />5 stepped back and looked at his work, smiling proudly to himself. The inventor sat up and motioned him to come closer again before pulling him into a kiss. His pupil clambered up on the bed and sat in his lap. “Remember before…?” 2’s voice was soft, only wanting his partner to hear him. “I think we can do better than that…”<br /><br />It felt as if a few gears skipped a cycle as 5 heard those words. Without thinking he untied his teacher’s bow once again. He laid him down on the bed and started to dip his hands inside him. 2 pulled him close and was starting to unbutton him as 1 stormed into their room.<br /><br />The eldest stitchpunk stopped dead in his tracks. “Keeping secrets from me!?” Both of their heads snapped around to look at 1, who was standing flabbergasted only a few feet away. Before 2 had time to fix his front 8 had already appeared from behind 1 and was on both of them. He picked them up, one in each hand.<br /><br />“How dare you do such a grossly unnatural thing in my home.” 1 turned around, his cape adding emphasis to the movement. He saw 6 creeping up to the scene, wringing his hands together. “Eight!” The leader turned away from 6 and looked back at his current problem. Lumbering over, Eight tossed the two stitchpunks onto the floor in front of 1.<br /><br />2 looked up and tried to tie himself back up nearly franticly. As for 5 he stared at their leader in absolute horror. “And you thought I wouldn’t find out?” All the condescending venom that 1 had in him seethed out with every word he spoke. “How can you explain yourselves?”<br /><br />The apprentice shut his mouth as tightly as he could, trying not to get himself in even more of a mess. 2 didn’t appear to have anything to say either, though he had more of a defiant look to him than his partner. “Exactly what I thought. 2.” He looked down at him with malice. “Leave. Now.”<br /><br />5’s eye went wide with horror. “No, please, you can’t!”<br /><br />Their leader’s gaze shifted to him, staring daggers. “Would you rather it be you? You would be dead in hours.” He straightened himself up.<br /><br />“Please don’t. I didn’t mean to. Please let him stay.” 6 scuffled over from the shadows and held a hand out toward 1.<br /><br />Screwing his mouth up more than it already was, “you have no right to talk, Six. Go back down stairs this instant.”<br /><br />“Was only a drawing. 2 and 5 are good. Don’t make him go.”<br /><br />1 whipped around. “What did I just tell you?” 8 took a menacing step forward and the artist shrunk away. “I thank you for informing me of their deviant ways. Now go.”<br /><br />The stitchpunk said no more but merely stepped back and looked at them. “You heard me. Get out of here.”<br /><br />“What is all of this nonsense?” 7 walked defiantly into the room, having heard the commotion from down below.<br /><br />“These two have been caught having relations together.” The leader faced her with just as much confidence as she had.<br /><br />Her eyes flicked at the pair on the floor then quickly back at 1. “So you’re making Two leave? And what will become of him? You’re willing to lose more of us?”<br /><br />1 stamped his staff against the floor. “Three and Four left of their own accord and now Two must be lost as well. If he dies it is his own fault.”<br /><br />“This is ludicrous.”<br /><br />“If you have a problem with our way of life then I suggest you leave too. We’ll see how long you can last without my protection.”<br /><br />7 shook her head in astonishment. “You crazy, old man. You think living in fear, cooped up in a chapel is protection? I—”<br /><br />“If you have a problem, <i>leave</i>, Seven.” 8 started to walk towards her and she back flipped away.<br /><br />“If this is what staying here is going to be like then I can’t see <i>why</i> I’d stay.” The bleached stitchpunk rushed off, the sound of her footfalls quickly fading off in the distance.<br /><br />1 returned his attention to 2, who had stood up and balled his metal hands into fists. “I suggest you leave on your own. Or Eight will have to <i>throw</i> you out.”<br /><br />The fabric of 2’s mouth looked as if it would permanently become a scowl. “I can leave on my own, thank you.” He cast a quick look to 5, who was still sitting on the floor. His eyes seemed to tell him a thousand words, words of sorrow and love and hope. He broke their gaze and started to walk out of the chapel without looking back.<br />urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:35561126 pills to take away the pain2009-09-15T12:30:57Z2009-11-08T17:09:18ZFandom: 9<br />Story Title: Mirror Images<br />Type of fic: Multi-chapter slash fic<br />Pairing: 2 and 5<br />Chapter number: 2<br />Chapter rating: PG (13?)<br />Overall fic rating: MA<br /><br /><a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35169.html#cutid1">Part One</a>, Part Two, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/36604.html#cutid1">Part Three</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/37178.html#cutid1">Part Four</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/41226.html#cutid1">Part Five</a>.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Part Two:<br /><br />When the sun rose on the next day 5 blinked awake. His arms were still tightly wrapped around 2 and he shrunk back slightly when he realized that. Slowly he pulled away, jumped off the bed and took at step back. He watched a moment as his friend shifted in his sleep. His head lowered slightly before he quietly made his way up to the observation tower.<br /><br />Strengthening morning sun covered the war torn earth as it crept slowly into the sky. As 5 reached the landing he saw the cut lenses waiting for him on the floor. He walked off the lift and picked up the glass, inspecting it closely with his single eye. The fabric of his mouth formed a large grin as he deemed the job worthy.<br /><br />His moulded copper fingers quickly grabbed the beginnings of his telescope and pried out the original glass lens. He took the smallest lens and dropped it in the metal frame. It fit neatly in place at the bottom opening. However when he placed the second lens he realized he hadn’t taken the bevelled edges of the scope into mind.<br /><br />Making an irritated noise he picked up a blade and started to bevel the edges himself. The glass flecked off in a fine mist instead of shards and he thanked the Scientist that he didn’t have lungs to inhale it. He worked silently for a while before he heard the lift go down then back up again.<br /><br />2 walked out and placed a hand on his shoulder as he leaned over to watch him work. “Ah yes, the edges are bevelled, I had forgotten! You’re a smart boy, Five.” He went over to the small work desk and returned with another blade. Taking the third lens he began working as well.<br /><br />The work was slow and tedious but by midday they had cut away the edges so that they fit into the telescope like a glove. They began placing the lenses into the frame and crowding around the opening. “Be sure to get it in there tight. Press down on it—but don’t scratch the lens.”<br /><br />The inventor gave him a look before shoving their creation into the other’s hands. “Your fingers are made of better material. If you’re worried about scratches, you do it.” 5 swiftly took it and tapped the lens into place. “Now you be sure to seal that so it won’t come out of place if it gets dropped.”<br /><br />The apprentice looked shocked. “It’s not going to get dropped is it!? I can’t let anyone touch it if they’ll break it…” He gave it back to 2 for him to skilfully pour in some wax around the edges of the glass then took it back to tap it into place before it cooled.<br /><br />After about half an hour they had finished it. 5 rubbed his arm over the outside to rub off excess grit then held it out to look at it. “Here, you try looking through it.” The other took it and stood, pointing the device out towards the wastelands.<br /><br />He shut one optical and looked through the telescope with the other. “Oh, Five. You have to look at this…” His apprentice took their invention and looked through it, sweeping over the land with his amplified vision.<br /><br />“Wow… This is amazing, Two… It really is.” He lowered the scope, very proud of their work. One of the gears inside his chest faltered slightly and started revolving faster than normal. His eye looked up at 2 as one hand clasped his chest, the other the telescope.<br /><br />Before he knew what he was doing he had pushed himself forward and placed the fabric of his mouth against 2’s. They stayed like that for a second before 5 shrunk away. He had startled himself so much by his act of boldness that he fumbled with the telescope and nearly dropped it.<br /><br />The stitchpunk forced a laugh and looked anywhere but at 2. “Ha ha, we just made this and I’m getting ready to drop it. Heh heh.”<br /><br />“Five.” Copper fingers closed nervously around their invention before his gaze rose to meet 2’s. To his surprise there wasn’t anger there, nor was there disappointment. “Come here…” The apprentice hesitantly took a step forward.<br /><br />A metal hand came around and pressed the back of his neck forward, closing the gap between them again. The gear in his chest spun wildly and he swore that 2’s was as well. Fabric moved over fabric as they kissed. Again, it was 5 who pulled away.<br /><br />“I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have done that.” The young doll turned his back to his mentor, still fearing he had done something wrong.<br /><br />However, 2 simply walked over to his friend and wrapped his arms around him. “I wouldn’t have had you repeat it if it was something you weren’t supposed to do.” His burlap body relaxed at the words, though his gears were still moving fast from their connection.<br /><br />The lift moved and the pair jumped at the sudden motion. 2 held on for a second longer then moved beside 5, their shoulders touching. Slowly the lift made its way back up and revealed 7 as it’s passenger.<br /><br />“There you guys are. Six has been bothering me all morning about ‘where’s Two, where’s Two?’”<br /><br />2 laughed and 5 gave a warm smile. “I guess I should be seeing him then. But I must say Seven, you’ve been getting a lot of sun lately. You’re skin is becoming very pale.”<br /><br />The stitchpunk smiled, looking down at herself. “You think it’s nice? I really like it.” She looked up at the pair then mouthed an ‘oh!’ “I had forgotten…”<br /><br />Gingerly she unfastened a bit of her skin to retrieve a few pieces of bone. “I was wondering if you could make these into er… earrings. You know, Three and Four had shown me pictures and they go like this…” She held up the bone to the sides of her face and smiled.<br /><br />5 took the bone from her and looked it over. “I can work on this I think…” He looked at 2 for approval, which was easily given. The material was then stored inside his fabric and all three stepped onto the lift to go see 6.<br /><br />The sun-bleached stitchpunk split from the group once they reached the main floor. 5 and 2 looked at each other but made no move to retrieve her. Instead they continued their walk, close enough to each other that their hands brushed every now and then.<br /><br />When they reached 6’s studio they found him scratching franticly along many pieces of paper at once. They waited until the striped doll looked up at them. “Oh! Two, there, yes.” His eyes flitted over to 5 but he made no verbal acknowledgement of him being there.<br /><br />“Did you finish it? Did you finish the talisman?” 6 scurried over to a wall covered in his drawings. He picked up one of the more detailed pieces and brought it over. Holding it up for emphasis, “Did you?”<br /><br />2’s mouth creased into a smile. “Yes, I think I did.”<br /><br />“And does it have the light? You added the light?” He seemed to urge this feature.<br /><br />“Yes Six, it has the light. Would you like to see it?”<br /><br />“Yes! Yes, take me to it.” The stitchpunk tossed his drawing to the floor and gently pushed 2 forward. They made their way to 2’s shop, 5 trailing slightly behind them.<br /><br />When they reached the shop 2 walked over and retrieved the replica. 6 quickly snatched it up and inspected it from all sides, bits of ink getting on the metal. “Yes, yes this is right… Show me the glow.”<br /><br />The inventor connected the wires as he had done before and it lit up a bright green. “Oh yes, perfect!” The artist pressed the invention close to his chest. “I can keep it?” His mismatched eyes looked wildly up at him.<br /><br />2 stifled a frown. He opened his mouth but hesitated slightly before saying, “As long as you keep it safe and hidden.” 6 nodded vigorously and started to scurry off with his prize. Before he turned the corned he gave a nod to 2 and then disappeared.<br /><br />“Why did you let him have it?” 5 looked over at his partner.<br /><br />“I had no real use for it. But it is rather sad to see what is essentially your child leave. I wonder how the Scientist felt when we left…”<br /><br />The younger stitchpunk put a hand on his shoulder. “I bet he was proud of us…”<br /><br />Both faced each other and 5 felt his body shiver. “Are… you cold…?” 2’s voice was barely a murmur.<br /><br />The apprentice moved closer, “No… I’m fine…” His burlap lips pressed against his mentor’s once again, though this time he didn’t pull away. He worried his mentor's lower lip as his hand, as if of it’s own accord, reached up and placed itself on the back of his neck.<br /><br />They parted briefly but then were soon joined again, their fabric bodies now pressing against each other. 2 could feel 5’s gears quickening and was sure that he could feel his own. After what felt like forever 2 slowly pulled away. His friend’s single optical opened slowly, looking at him with a sense of longing.<br /><br />“Five, I…”<br /><br />“I love you,” 5 blurted before he could stop himself.<br /><br />Quickly 2 put his hand over his apprentice’s mouth. “Shhh, you mustn’t say that so loud.” He removed his hand and gave him a fast kiss. His optics scanned the room before returning their gaze on the young doll in front of him.<br /><br />“One must not know…” 5’s fingers tugged slightly at the fabric of his friend’s chest from the statement. Gently he leaned his head against 2’s shoulder and sighed. A harsh metal hand gently glided over the leather patch where his eye was missing while the other held his friend close.<br />urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:35169125 pills2009-09-12T23:15:22Z2009-11-08T17:09:35ZFandom: 9<br />Story Title: Mirror Images<br />Type of fic: Multi-chapter slash fic<br />Pairing: 2 and 5<br />Chapter number: 1<br />Chapter rating: G<br />Overall fic rating: MA<br /><br />Part One, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/35561.html#cutid1">Part Two</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/36604.html#cutid1">Part Three</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/37178.html#cutid1">Part Four</a>, <a href="http://twicenumbed.livejournal.com/41226.html#cutid1">Part Five</a>.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Part One:<br /><br />Nimble fingers paused slightly in their work as the sound of metal gently rapping on wood grew nearer. The noise was slow and steady, giving away the amble gait of 2. 5 turned around and smiled, “have a look at this. I’d like to see what you think of it…” <br /><br />The older stitchpunk rounded the corner with a soft smile on his face. He walked up and gingerly took the invention out of 5’s outstretched hands. “I was thinking, maybe we could use it to see farther away. I remember the twins showing me a picture of it before they left.. and 6 said it was a… ah…”<br /><br />“A telescope.” 5’s face brightened when 2 knew what it was. “I see you’re taking inspiration from all around you.” He looked up at the younger doll and tapped his own eyeglasses. “But I think if you used a different lens it would help you see farther…” His worn hands motioned 5 to follow him.<br /><br />The pair quietly made their way out of the rundown church. Slipping around corners and treading softly, they reached a heap of things forgotten. 2 started sifting through objects as 5 watched keenly from behind. <br /><br />“Here…” Turning around, 2 held out a small magnifying glass. The other stepped forward and took it from his hands. “Pry the glass out and it will amplify your telescope more.” <br /><br />For a second a frown formed in the soft fabric of 5’s face. “Why don’t you help me with it? It can be our project.” His voice put emphasis on the ‘our’ though he hadn’t meant to. He looked quickly away, hoping his mentor hadn’t noticed.<br /><br />“Yes, that would be nice…” The inventor thought a moment, “we’ll need something to cut the glass.” 5 gave an inquisitive look. “If we have many glass panels inside the telescope-”<br /><br />“Then it’ll be magnified that much more, perfect.” 2 smiled proudly, his apprentice really was brilliant. Suddenly rather excited to be working again, the younger stitchpunk jumped up on the rubble and began searching. “If we can find a knife… and then maybe something to heat it with… do you think that will work?” <br /><br />He paused, “worth a try, my friend.” His eyes watched the number 5 printed on his back twist and contort as the metalwork inside moved. He looked down at his own body. Though 2 had been around for the better part of 4 and a half years his fabric was already coarse and thinning in places. His stitches had come undone many times and he had had to sew them back up; as well as any other holes that appeared.<br /><br />Spectacled eyes then fell to his hands. What were once beautiful pieces of metal now had many nicks and had long since lost their original shine. But 5 still had his youth. Though his left eye was missing he could still see clearly and his fabric was still in good condition; only having to be sewn up a few times.<br /><br />“Alright!” The young ragdoll popped his head out of the rubble. When he climbed out he grasped the bag slung over his shoulder, now filled with trinkets. “We should get Eight to help us. He can dig the knife deeper and then kick it through once it’s cut. Better than we could anyway.” <br /><br />Both of them started back to the church, scanning around them for monsters. “Your depth perception is getting back to normal,” 2 commented as his comrade avoided a slab of concrete protruding out at him. <br /><br />He raised his hand and gently ran his fingers over his missing eye, not looking at 2. Though his eye had been lost years ago he couldn't shake that self-conscious feeling it brought. 2 was the only one who knew it still bothered him, he could tell by the awkward way 5 joked about being fine with it. Breathing a small ‘yeah’ he started to pick up the pace. But before he got too far ahead the older doll grabbed his wrist.<br /><br />“Hey…” His eyes were sympathetic as his hand slid into 5’s. The other almost held on, but instead shook his head and let go. 2 stopped walking for a beat before starting up again. The rest of their trip home was in silence. <br /><br />--<br /><br />“So you’ll do it for us, right?” 8 picked up the objects needed to create the lenses for their telescope. He turned them over in his hands and nodded solidly. A happy-go-lucky smile flashed onto 5’s face. “Perfect! Bring it up to the tower when you’re done.” <br /><br />As the pair walked away 2 leaned into his partner and whispered, “I hope that brute gets it right. If the circles are off it’s going to be hard work for us.” He smiled playfully and gave him a gentle nudge. <br /><br />They retreated to 2’s workshop where they each took a chair to sit in. 5 relaxed in his while the other stitchpunk looked over the progress of his latest invention. “What are you working on?” Turning around he held out a small replica of the item 6 was always drawing.<br /><br />“I had been meaning to work on something like this for a long time. It’s something we can use to keep a look out for the real thing.” 5 leaned in to look but didn’t make to touch it. “Inside is a little light…” He opened the trinket gingerly and revealed a tiny light bulb with a green coating on it—not unlike a Christmas light.<br /><br />“I wasn’t going to add that, but Six said it was important.” His skilled fingers connected a few wires inside and the bulb lit up. He held it out once more, a wide grin creased in the fabric of his face. <br /><br />This time 5 took it from him and looked it over. “How did you get the light to be green like that?” <br /><br />“Interesting story, I was out looking around one day when I came across this sort of film in a box. I can’t remember what the box said anymore but there was a lot of this film. It was this nice green colour so I decided to take some back with me.” <br /><br />He laughed almost bitterly. “Of course the Beast found me half way and nearly made me lose all of it.” Taking the replica back he lovingly touched the light. “I brought back enough though.”<br /><br />5 paused and watched the way 2 held and touched his inventions. A shiver ran through his frame, though he couldn’t place why. “You didn’t tell me you were making that one.”<br /><br />The elder stitchpunk looked at him. “I guess I haven’t mentioned it have I? It was more of a side project than anything.” Still, the answer didn’t make his apprentice feel better. Usually 2 told him everything; it was quite unlike him to keep a monster attack from him.<br /><br />He forced a smile, “yeah.” Standing up he cracked his finger joints then remembered that 2 kept getting on him about forcing his metalwork. He gave a sheepish glance at his mentor, “well… I think I’m going to go to bed for tonight.” <br /><br />Watching him walk off 2’s stitched eyebrows knotted together. The growing darkness enclosed around him, a single candle fending it off. He reached up and removed his spectacles, worrying the fabric of his forehead. A member of the slowly dying cockroach species skittered across the floor. <br /><br />Suddenly finding his shop rather lonely he got up and made his way to 5’s room. His friend was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. A single eye looked up at him as he entered the room. <br /><br />2’s face creased into a soft smile as he clambered up and into his bed. He pulled the thick piece of cloth over his body and curled his arms around the soft bundle of fabric that was his pillow. For a while all that could be heard was the soft sound of the shutters of their eyes opening and closing. Finally 2 spoke, “you said you were going to bed.”<br /><br />“Going to bed doesn’t mean going to sleep,” he said with a melancholy smile. “I’m really tired but I can’t seem to fall asleep.”<br /><br />“It would help if you were lying down and under covers.” 5’s body heaved off the bed and his metal feet made a soft noise as he landed on the wooden floor. “Where are you going now?”<br /><br />The stitchpunk looked over at him, his single eye gave a slow blink. “I can’t sleep here.”<br /><br />“And why not? I made that bed just for you, it should be perfect.” His voice had a ting of hurt in it.<br /><br />5 paced back and forth around the room. After a pause, “Five? Come sleep with me…” He turned around to look at him. “Company helps calm people down.”<br /><br />The apprentice hesitated, then moved forward. He climbed into 2’s bed and settled in under the blanket. “Calm your mind, my friend.” 2 reached out, gently running his metal fingers over the fabric of his partner’s face. <br /><br />With a single movement 5 wrapped his arms around his mentor and pressed his body close to his. His hands tugged slightly on the warn fabric of 2’s back, but there was no protest. He almost squeamishly closed his eye, burring his face in the crook of his friend's neck.<br /><br />“There, there… What’s the matter, my dear boy?” 2 had one arm around his apprentice's waist as the other soothed his back. <br /><br />“You didn’t tell me the Beast attacked you. I could have lost you and I would have never known what happened…” The doll’s voice was muffled but it was still understood.<br /><br />Giving a sigh 2 held him closer and clutched onto his fabric. “I promise to tell you, Five. I won’t leave without telling you… Not anymore.”<br /><br />The stitchpunk shook slightly before letting his gears relax. He made no motion to let go of his friend and instead started to slowly drift to sleep. 2 had promised—and promises mean everything.<br />urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:29802twicenumbed @ 2009-05-16T17:35:002009-05-16T21:44:32Z2009-07-28T09:50:58ZMichelle. Orlando, Florida. 18.<br />The day is May 15th, the last friday I ever have to go to high school.<br />50 pictures total, all around 500x333 pixels.<br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/makebreakfast.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/wakeup.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Good morning. It's 7:23 and 'November has Come' is playing from my phone to wake me up. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/butIamletired.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Lay in bed just a bit longer... <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/pethaze1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />First order of business is to love my cat. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/unlockdoor.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Unlock the door so Ck and Ren can get in without having to search for the key. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/getready.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Take shower, brush teeth, put on clothes, etc. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/readyfortheday.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Today's my last friday going to high school, so I wore one of my favourite shirts. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/timecheck1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Time Check. I have 10 to 15 minutes before Ck and Ren get here. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/RenandCkcomeovercopy.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Good morning, morning glories. <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/pack.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />We have lessons today so I pack to stay the night at Ren's.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/incents.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Light incents to make everything smell nice.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/morningsnuggle.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Good morning snuggles.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/makebreakfast.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Make breakfast.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/eatbreakfast.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Eat breakfast.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/timecheck2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Time to go to school.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/joegotout.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />My rat of a dog got loose and I had to chase him down. -____- <br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/car.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />We all get in Davey and start driving to school.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/passuniversal.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Universal Studios Islands of Adventure is literally right across the street from our school.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/school.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />School.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotofirst.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Since we live in Florida we have an open air school. This is one of my favourite spots and we pass it everyday.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/artfropoff.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Go to art class before anyone gets there to drop/pick up things for the day.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/lockerstop.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Stop by the locker.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/splitways.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />We split ways to go to our classes.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotoGA.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />First period Graphic Arts is on the far side of the school where no one goes.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/firstperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />First period- Graphic Arts level 1<br><br><br /><br /><<img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotosecond.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />I walk behind the school to get to second period. It's nice because not many people go back here.<br><br><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/secondperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Second period- Japanese level 3. We have a grand total of 8 students in our class. And for a school with over 3,000 students, that's a really, really small class.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/meetCk.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Going to third Ren and I meet up with Ck for a bit. She always runs and greets her.<br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/thridperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Period three- Painting level 2. I’m not really <i>in</i> the class, I’m just in the room to work on my AP art stuff.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotoforth.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Before forth period I stand outside with Caroline, Jocelyn, and Ren for a bit.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/forthperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Forth period- English level 4 honours.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/lunchpeople.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />After 4th we all have lunch out in front of the school, under this little knook near the tv production rooms.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/lunch.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Lunch, it's boring and simple, but it keeps me till I get home.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/fifthperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Fifth period- Psychology level 2. <br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotosixth.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Meet up with Chris, and then when we part, I meet up with Ck, Ren, and Caroline. <br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/sixthperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Period six- Economy honours. Pretty boring- but I learned what not to do with a credit card.<br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotoseventh.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Talk to Izzy a bit and Ck and Ren chose me to go tell the art teacher that we won’t be there today.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/7th.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/seventhperiod.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />So we hang out in Graphic arts before leaving school early.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/home.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Run home to grab our stuff. Pet Haze again, and we’re off.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/gotorens.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Did I mention it’s over a 30 minute drive to her house? Never get stuck in rush hour or you’re stuck on the road forever. <br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/downtown.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Downtown Orlando. Nothing compared to big cities, but I like it. <br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/practice.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Once we got to Ren’s we started practicing for our music lessons at 7. As you can see we took it very seriously.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/musiclessons.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Lesson time. <3 <br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/drivehome.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Us driving back to Ren’s house. It started to get dark fast.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/buypads.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />But we couldn’t go home without picking up pads and dinner at the store.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/checkonlinestuff.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Check deviantart, lj, y!gallery, talk to friends, etc.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/pilltime.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Pill time. Minus the birth control and sleeping medicine that I forgot at my house.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/tvtiem.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />We watched a bit of this show on the Science channel about child prodigies. <br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/readyforbed.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Ren has a twin size bed so we make a bigger one on the floor which we all sleep in.<br><br><br /><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/A%20day%20in%20the%20life/goodnight.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br><br />Mmm, good night.<br />urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:28636104 pills that help me see2009-04-26T03:10:49Z2009-11-03T22:15:03Z<img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/ifttw2.jpg" /><br /><br />Ren said I should make a dream board a while back. I'd have to say it was a really good idea. I have mine up and I see it every day. So, <br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 646px; height: 500px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/2e58as6.png" /><br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/2ilj6v8.png" /><br />For Souji,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/Japan.png" /><br />Visiting Japan,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/animator.png" /><br />Becoming an animator,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 650px; height: 500px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/bookIwrote.jpg" /><br />Writing a book of my own,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 694px; height: 462px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/cello.png" /><br />Playing the cello,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 636px; height: 446px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/england.png" /><br />Living in England,<br /><br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/learntodrivetank.png" /><br />Learning to drive a tank,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/piano.png" /><br />Play the piano with skill,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/serval.png" /><br />Own a serval,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/singer.png" /><br />Become a singer,<br /><br /><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f381/DarkTabby/Dream%20Board/visitafrica.png" /><br />Visit Africa.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:12744twicenumbed @ 2008-10-11T14:18:002008-10-11T18:21:58Z2008-10-11T19:59:16ZAuthor: <strike>Rambo</strike> TwiceNumbed (Read as Twice<b>Numbe<u>r</u>ed</b> and I kill you)<br />Title: Learning to Breathe<br />Rating: M FOR MATURE<br />Pairing: Murdocx2D<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4166796/15/Learning_to_Breathe">Chapter 15: Mute Math</a>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:twicenumbed:2444Seven more pills2008-06-23T03:36:56Z2009-08-08T02:24:24ZServal ... [leptailurus serval]<br /><br />Who are you, really? Do you have what it takes to be a serval soul?<br />"A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need the advice." - By Bill Cosby.<br /><br />This was like reading my soul...<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>S p l a s h a little limelight...<br />[how i act out there]<br /><br /><b>o Inherently recognized for your elegance and blatant feline nature, though what gives you this quality is as vague as it is clear.</b><br />o Most people would agree that there is something very bewitching about you, once you've been seen you have a way to hold someone's eye.<br /><b>o See past most things others have to wade through, you can see over what other people do without much effort.<br />o</b><b> Predatory in nature, some people may forget this in all of your class and beauty.</b><br /><b>o Indeed, you can really be quite sadistic. You do get a rush out of playing with some people's heads.<br />o When surprised, you're likely to duck and cover! Reguard surprise and change with suspicion, always look twice.<br />o You like to be in safety's grasp when uncertainty has you in it's grasp, you worry over making the right decision.</b><br /><strong>o If threatened directly by something, you're likely to raise the white flag and run away from your problem.</strong><br /><b>o Conflict does not agree with you, and so you'll run away until you can take the problem down or avoid it all together.</b><br /><b>o Childhood was a little slow to you, and it took you a while to really come into the world- though once you did, you were well-equipped to take it on.</b><br /><b>o A small family is what is ideal for you, tied in with your close relatives- distant relatives mean nothing to you</b>.<br /><em>o Your upbringing subtly effects whether or not you are more fanciful or grounded, the more secure your life the more earthy you are.</em><br /><br /><br />W h a t you see...<br />[what people think of me]<br /><br />o People tend to feel as though you know something that they don't, and you're quiet about this!<br /><b>o This could well be interpreted as being stuck-up or holding yourself above the rest, and in some ways you may well be.<br />o Though you do tend to put yourself on a higher level than others, this is not without reason. You are superior in your ways, and you aren't blind to your natural skill, either.</b><br /><b>o Viewed with suspicion for your subtle means, folks are wary for not knowing what you're thinking- only bitter because they'd love to know why you've got that grin on your face.<br />o Tend to arouse people's murmurs because so little seems to be known about you, you come off as complex and a step above the rest without exception.<br />o You carry yourself in high esteem, your confidence is subtle but clear- people can never call you pompous, but there is something regal about you that most people can't ignore.</b><br />o Tend to walk on a higher stage than most, you always appear to be a leg up in the way how you walk for life. People look on and see you walking somehow above them, on a plane that they just can't reach.<br /><b>o You are also adept at picking up on things that others are not, for hearing the undercurrent, and folks just seem to feel that you've got something to hold over their heads.</b><br /><b>o Your high stature and detail-oriented ears don't always work for the best, they can be a help as well as a hindrance. Your greatest qualities also hinder you</b>.<br /><b>o You have traits that set you apart in your group, though these may make you awkward they are also great assets.<br />o These unique traits of yours are also very defining, you would not be yourself without them, and they are irrevocably tied in with your very nature.</b><br />o Distinguished as these are, these traits also tend to work in your favor, giving you an advantage that the bulk of people around you don't have.<br /><b>o Awkward though these qualities of yours may be, they are also somehow elegant; you become more adept at turning to them to your advantage in time.</b><br /><br />W h a t you get...<br />[what i think of me]<br /><br /><b>o Complex, there is more to you than most people would consider, plenty of holes and turns that keep you from being as simple as they figure.<br />o There are some dark streaks within you that pull you together as a whole, though people tend to overlook them in your grand design.<br />o A slight interest in all things occult carry an interest for you, though they are well separated by your more conventional interests.<br />o When surprised, you're likely to duck and cover! Reguard surprise and change with suspicion, always look twice.<br />o You like to be in safety's grasp when uncertainty has you in it's grasp, you worry over making the right decision.<br />o Adhere to a single favoritism, you are very devout to what you like but leave little open to things that fall outside of that.<br />o Have very broad tastes, as long as things have a common class to them you're certain to give them your consideration.<br />o When something isn't within your tastes, however, it might as well not exist- you have no tolerance or care for it at all.</b><br /><b>o You need some surprise to keep you interested, but stability and clarity is a must. You'll just turn down convoluted people and things, they are a waste of your time as far as you are concerned<br />o Very tolerant of others, though if they are too complex or blocked off you'll just turn away; if they won't make the effort to bear themselves to you, you have no need for them.<br />o Honesty and morality are necessary things to you, you need to be able to count on a person's word. You need to be able to see that they mean what they say and say what they mean.</b><br /><em>o Have a bit of an affinity towards water, though you're grounded you're drawn to it's nature and what it presents to you. Waterscapes are likely a favorite of yours to look on to.</em><br /><b>o You enjoy being in the water, and can always be found near or about it in some ways or another. Swimming and/or bathing are an indulgence for you, at least in flights of fancy.</b><br /><em>o The idea of living near a beach or another body of water is irresistibly appealing to you, though you may not be able to say why. It just puts you at ease, somehow, some way.</em><br /><br />G o t to dance...<br />[how i tackle today]<br /><br /><b>o You can make do in a series of situations, though only if you have some familiar or favored resources to fall back on when the going gets tough.<br />o Dry situations are easy for you take on, though you have a flair for handling more wet and sticky situations; you have a way of making sense of things.<br />o No questioning that you've a way of practicality about you, down to earth and all of that... Still, you like to challenge that part of yourself when the opportunity rises.<br />o Fluid things tend to catch your interest, the smooth processes of things both calm you and spark your curiosity. You're the kind of person to wonder how water works.<br />o Drawn to a very fluid way of thinking, you enjoy being able to take on philosophical approaches from a more fluid view point; you respect that which truly makes you think and tests your limits.<br />o You aim work out and clarify similarities and trains of thought that don't always immideately make out the most sense- making sense of an enigma is a strong point for you.<br />o Tend to overlook more earthy and practical things when you're caught up in something, the mechanics may abandon you entirely.</b><br />o Have trouble with putting your theories into something more grounded, <em>although you certainly do try</em>.<br /><b>o What is very simple for you to perceive, others may have trouble understanding well. Conversely, what may be clear to others may be a mystery for you.</b><br />o Mystery is just fine by you, though once things become too vague you tend to balk. You believe that anything in excess is too ridiculous, or at least not worth your time, because it is unrealistic.<br /><i>o Tend to stay away from situation or things that appear overgrown, you prefer your ambitions to be clear and not be muddled with unnecessary roadblocks.</i><br /><b>o If you miss something more than once, you're likely to just move on to something you will be immideately successful at.<br />o Take the fastest, most simple and direct way to solve a problem- why stop off in a billion and two places if you really don't need to do that in the first place?<br />o Good at catching your prey and making a direct, calculated approach- when there's a problem you'll take it by surprise and eliminate it without second thought.</b><br />o See through most people's intentions, you can see past the every day disguises of life.<br />o People have a hard time true hiding their true intentions under your gaze, even if they try to hide you have a way to see them through.<br /><b>o Your methods of considering other people could be considered peculiar, though it is very effective when all is said and done.</b><br /><b>o Your perception of the world is different than most people's, you always tend to be looking from a different angle than your peers.</b><br />o See past most things others have to wade through, you can see over what other people do without much effort.<br /><b>o This makes you very adept at seeing the obvious, though you miss the experience of getting there for yourself. Still, less time wasted for you, right?</b><br /><br />G o i n g on, forever...<br />[what makes me me]<br /><br /><b>o May be mistaken or likened to others, you are comparable to others who may be considered more swift than you.<br />o Competition is real to you, and though you handle it with grace, you still have legitimate concerns.</b><br />o Slightly obsessed with coming out on top, you will go to great extremes to ensure your success.<br /><i>o Will push yourself to the breaking point, if it means coming out on top.</i><br /><b>o This causes you to be more subtly clear and noteworthy with your communications- you refuse to be mistook by anyone!</b><br /><b>o Possessive of your identity, it took you a while to build it, and you intend to keep it.<br />o You are you, and you are possessive of what makes you that way, you accept people similar to you only very begrudgingly.<br />o Subtly territorial, you make sure that whatever is truly yours is marked. No one's going to get away taking what is rightfully yours.<br />o Confrontation and conflict with you is rare, but if your boundaries or identity are stepped on you're likely to get nasty.<br />o Quirky means of communication, body language and the whatnot is a very separate code for you.<br />o Communication is best with you when it's subtle, you find that words cover very little of what you ever want to say.</b><br /><b>o You communicate best through writing or art, indirect means that allow you to express yourself better than conventional means.<br />o Assure your means of communication are unique to you, you have a certain signature in all that you do.<br />o You have a variety of ways to express yourself and you do have a gift with words, <em>and how to manipulate them.</em><br />o The vocal approach is rarely your favorite, however, and you'll try to pick a more subtle force if you can.</b><br /><br />D a n c i n g when nobody's looking...<br />[what makes a home]<br /><br /><b>o Very specific and choosy about where you choose to spend your time and how, you loathe to waste your time or anyone else's.<br />o There are places you will be found, and others you will not; you are reliable in your habits, people know where to find you if they look hard enough and know you well.<br />o Even if you seem well suited to somewhere else, your home is the only place that you really feel on top of things.<br />o Most comfortable in places that are familiar to you, and consequently you tend to make where you go almost like home.<br />o Like working in your own element, and you do it very well- even if that element is difficult. Your comfort zone is large, and so you rarely need to venture out of it.<br />o Extremes don't tend to agree with you; you'll take your heat in the kitchen and you'll take it well, but you'll only take so much.</b><br /><i>o Dark, tangled situations and places tend to turn you away, you don't mind stretching your limits but there are some places that you just refuse to go. You have your limits.</i><br /><i>o Do your best work under secrecy, conditions that keep you away from the public eye and protect your identity are favored by you.</i><br /><b>o Times that give you the intimate privacy you enjoy between the world and yourself are very precious to you, and you seek to embrace them.<br />o Your peak hours are between ten and eleven at night and four and five in the morning- times that allow you that privacy to be yourself.<br />o Work is a central concern in your life, so being able to take it during your favorite times is an indulgence that you aim to give yourself.<br />o Will likely do some work involving your hands, you like to see and feel tangible success under your fingers. You like to see something is seen through to it's end.<br />o However, you like to have some fun with your projects before they are finished. Make a success and enjoy it in the process, who can go wrong with that mantra?<br />o Your work is almost always successful, you rarely fail anything and embrace your success.<br />o Failure is another matter, if it doesn't work you drop it like a bomb. If you can't be successful, then you're just not interested, plain and simple!</b><br /><br />W h e n we are together...<br />[what i need from you]<br /><br /><b>o Primarily solitary, you prefer to duke it out on your own. It's no easy task for you to let other people into your life</b>.<br /><b>o Indeed, you prefer your relations to be kept indirect or at a distance. The internet is a great thing for you.</b><br /><b>o When you do, there's no question that these people are important to you, and a piece of the world you aim to build for yourself.<br />o You are naturally more drawn to female company and have more tolerance for their foibles than you do males.<br />o The way how you define a relationship, among other things, is not open to other people- you like your personal life kept personal.</b><br />o When it comes down to romance, no one really knows how you go about it- you are very private with your love life.<br /><b>o Courtship is handled in a very vague way for you, people may even find it difficult to tell that you are courting at all.</b><br />o It translation, love life, and how you approach it is an enigma- even to you, in some ways!<br /><b>o You are not restricted by season, love has no season for you, and your interest is as loose or keen one day as it is the next.</b><br /><b>o You do run with someone you consider suitable, testing things out significantly before making any big plunges.</b><br /><em>o Your needs are broad but simple, and this allows you to take care of your problems quite adeptly.</em><br /><b>o Additionally, if something is outside of your experience you tend to balk a little bit and have a little trouble adapting.<br />o Someone who can supply you with familiarity in an entirely new setting is imperitive to seeing through to your success.</b><br /><br />In conclusion, you are<b> regal</b>, <b>superior</b>, and <b>elusive</b>. You are the <b>serval</b>.