Hi guys.
I'm sorry that I haven't posted for a very long time, but I'm typing up the newest story.... all of it. And my comp's being really stupid and not letting me highlight what I have so far and copy it down here. So once I figure out how to use this stupid mouse that I got from Black Friday, everything will (hopefully) be all good and I can show you guys my stuff.
Posting up and away,
Lilac of the Shattered Rainbows
(And yes, I know I don't usually post the whole name, but this post is a long time from the others {kinda} so I did the whole enchilada)
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Oh my gosh, two posts in one day!!!
Yello Grace and other readers,
Here's more.
*At my home before the Nanite explosion*
“Mom, are we going skiing?” I asked excitedly. She sighs… and nods. “Yes! Who’s coming?” I asked, brimming with joy. “Julie, Mr. and Mrs. Holiday, Rex’s parents,..” she counted off. “REX,” I moaned. “Well, you do know he’s on the national ski team, and I know that deep-" she started. “If I even LIKE him, it’s WAY, WAY, WAY down so deep it’s in my TOES.” I moaned again. “Well, he’s going since his parents are going. And so is Julie, so maybe you’ll be able to fight the hatred.” my mom winked. I wish I had told her that I loved her and I didn’t want to go to the ski trip, even if it was on the craziest mountain in the history of black diamond trails. I’d stay home, I had homework, I’d ask her how it went afterwards and fake wish I had been there. But then what would have happened? Would I still have to join Providence?
I still wonder that to this very day (unless I’m dead) because I wish my mom was alive.
She’s dead as a doornail.
*At Mount Awesome*
“You ready to start crying, Rex?” I chuckle. “I think I can beat YOU after I beat someone from Colorado, home OF the most AMAZING skiers you’ve ever seen, for crying out loud. Speaking of crying, do you want a tissue now, or EXACTLY when I beat you?” snickered Rex. He did firepower until I smacked him over the head.
{I’m innocent, I swear. His head was ballooning to twice its normal size… =)} “Save your tissue for yourself, Rex. Yakami beat the daughter of two very good athletes that use Motoyama products more times than they tell the press that you just have to practice hard, and that’s the base of their success story. Also known as me,” Julie laughed. “Yeah, Rex, stick your tissue up your nose,” I commented. Julie giggled, despite her being older than the both of us (aka for brave stereotypical blonde people that she’s not too awfully mature when it comes to teasing people). “Where’s you’re older brother? He’s fun to race.” I asked. Instantly I knew I touched an accidental nerve, because Rex froze as if Dr. Freeze had gone around with his ray guns. “Just… away. Again. It’s freezing out. Want to get some hot cocoa?”He offered. “I guess. Boy, it is cold. You sure you don’t want any, Julie?” I smiled, choosing to betray my slim body. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I’m going to get faster so that I can beat you. Come back quick, and don’t keep Rex too long- he’s my first goal.” Julie grinned. Rex theatrically improved his mild outrage into a growling one (Shhh… don’t tell him, but his acting is downright wah-wah-wahed). I laughed rustily: with my friends, I didn’t have to laugh like a bell like I did with celebrity skiers. Rex and I jumped off the ski lift, and raced to the bottom. Of course, I won. But that was my last skiing victory. Except against myself.
Now, I spend hours skiing in the snow climate. Julie or Six come and try to sit down with me. I just ski. It jogs my memory. It makes me feel so much better. But only as better as I can get, because, face it, if you’re a mutant freak that the media just wants to get one little bitty picture of so they can taint your reputation forever, and your dad is your worst enemy without all of the good parts, you can only get better. That’s rock bottom, right there. Boom.
When I was little, Mom and Dad trained me. I greeted new customers and made them want to stay because of the feel-good family atmosphere. They bought lots of skiing equipment.
Then, when the company got bigger, Mom and Dad picked me as their mascot. It empathized the fact that they were once a mom and pop shop, believe it or not, and I could show off the skis much better than a mountain ram costumed man could(that was my dad’s idea).
So Mom and Dad made me pretty. My figure was perfect, and mushrooms were the best thing to eat with a tall glass of water. But I was skinny enough to be like a model, yet plump enough or body not to be on survival mode, at least not most of the time.
Rex helped me up the steps as I kept thinking, even though I had known how to walk in ski boots since I was four.
All the girls envied me, and all the boys kept staring. I was a very shy person what feels like a lifetime ago, and I didn’t appreciate what I saw as negative attention. I wished they would just stop staring.
Now, they still stare. Just for a different reason- I’m a freak, and everyone thinks freaks are hideous, ugly, inhumane, insane creatures that were alienated by society and Mother Nature. They think that freaks like Rex and me should be in an asylum. I’m pretty, though. Skinny, luscious purple hair, and a kind face. I defy what parents tell their children, “ Be careful that the hideous witch doesn’t get you!..The bogey man is a freak of nature that preys on little children…” And on and on and on.
Rex and I near the hot chocolate machine and toppings. I look up, because I swear I heard an arm rustle against the air vent. A crystal drops to the ground, but it appears I’m the only on that hears it. Rex is still somewhat supporting me, and the people in line haven’t stopped murmuring about ski gossip. Did you hear that the youngest National skier doesn’t have a girlfriend yet? Oh, yeah, he’s standing right next to me. (Rex, shut up.)
I get a little fancy with the toppings, since this’ll be my first bad hot chocolate. I think about how badly my parents will lecture me, what they’ll do if they found out. They never did.
Rex guides me to the cozy couple’s section o the room. “Wait here. I’m going to go show Julie who’s the top dog around here,” he smiles. “Technically, that would be me,” I point out.
He leaves. I’m left alone. Thank goodness they don’t sell or permit alcohol on the skiing grounds or in the lodge, or I’d start to get nervous.
I take a sip of the hot chocolate and feel dizzy. Off-balance. Whatever.
So to strengthen myself, I look out the window and see a streak of blue. Then it’s gone. And suddenly, I get this immense pain in my head. I try to sit down, but not long after I start, I collapse and whack my hot chocolate everywhere. The last thing I remember is this noise, this tremendous noise, as if a sandstorm just passed over.
*At Providence*
I wake up, and the first thing that crosses my mind is, Am I dead? Then I pinch my arm, and it most definitely hurts. I look to my left and there’s nothing. Then I look to my right. And I see Julie.
Let me tell you something right now. I thought I was DEAD, let alone in a glass box like an interesting specimen of bug. Being recorded. Would you have stood there, feeling the walls with your hands, just sitting there, before freaking out, ‘cause you were in a deeper sleep than Sleeping Beauty on sleeping steroids? I think not.
So I flipped. Seriously. “Julie!” I called, “Julie!” Julie turned to Rex’s brother, who she called “Six”. “Julie! Julie, where’s Rex?” I tried desperately. She ignored me. That’s when I went from flipping out to destruction mode. “JULIE!” I screeched. Then I used my fists to try and destroy the shatter-proof glass. Julie turned to me, surprised. Then she pushed a shiny greenish button.
Rex appeared….but with a monkey. “So your traveling partner’s a monkey now? Big improvement from the last one,” I joked. “Yeah…. Do I know you?” he began absentmindedly. “Yakami? Skiing rival? We HATED each other? My parents-They-" I started. “Do you know anything about my parents? Tell me. NOW!” growled Rex. “LET… GO… OF… MY… NECK!!!!!!”I exploded. I kicked his gut really hard, and that loosened him off of my neck. I dodged an amateur punch and gave him one to the jaw that probably at the least knocked a tooth loose. Then I pinned HIM down.
“Listen and LISTEN GOOD! I DON’T know your parents’ names, but I do know your brother’s name! It’s Daniel, and the man you call Six is your brother. Now, tell me what I want to know, or you’re toast, layered with jam and Monkey right here! Where are my parents, what happened to Julie’s little sister, what happened to MY parents, where am I, AND WHAT THE HECK WAS I DOING BEFORE NOW?!? ANSWER ME BEFORE I RIP EVERY PART OF YOU TO ATOMS, AND DON’T SNIVEL ONCE!” I roared. “Leggo or I’ll make you flat as a pancake, girly!” struggled Rex. “You aren’t exactly in the spot to call the shots, BOYO, and being a comedian ain’t gonna help!” I screamed at him. Julie said quietly, “But maybe I can.” I whirled around. “Finally decided to talk to me, have you, Julie? Or did you just come to temporarily torture me?” I snarled.
“Yakami, just shut up. You’ve been in a coma for a week. We tried to wake you up. After Rex came out to ski, there was a Nanite explosion. Some Nanites mutate people and they have no control over their own bodies. Some Nanites are unactivated in other people, like Six. Some specific Nanites allow people to control the Nanites, like you and Rex, but only if that person has undergone testing. Remember that club you were in? High school? 9th grade, and you tried to persuade the rest of your friends to go, but everyone was busy, because they had sports, or they had separate choir? Yeah, while you thought you were learning survival skills, you were getting Nanites inserted. They saw special potential in you. It would be handy for their leader’s cause to have a well-known freak of nature. The rest were taught survival skills. Rex had undergone testing because his mother wanted him to live in the “new” world. My sister is an uncurable Evo, which is what we call people who have active Nanites, but can’t be cured by people like you or Rex. She’s in the holding chambers in the specimen environment. Anyways, next question. Your parents- one of them died. One of them turned into Providence’s main enemy. We’ll have the funeral, but we didn’t recover the body, so we can’t tell you who died. Only if you wish to have the funeral, though. It was your mom or dad,” Julie stopped for an answer. “Yes…funeral…for my parent… That sounds right,” I whispered quietly. Julie nodded. “My name isn’t Julie, at least not to you and Rex. I got my doctorate during the week you were unconscious,” she informed me, and she glared at Rex, daring him to call her by her first name, Julie. “Yes, ma’am,” I saluted her, pulling my arms off of Rex, leaving him free to, well, leave. Instead, he pulled himself up and loitered. “You do know the door’s right there, right?” I asked him, irked. “Yeah. By the way, that was a lucky pin. I wasn’t on guard, because I’m not used to my enemies being conversational before pinning me down,” Rex made an excuse for being a weenie. [Rex, shut up. You were SO a weenie.] Sorry. Back to the story. “Are you ready now?” I asked. “Yes…..” he stretched out the word.
I pinned him down as hard as I could. “Not so lucky now, huh?” I snickered. After I got off of him, HE tried to be conversational. “So, as you already know, I’m Rex…” he prompted. “I’m leaving,” I snarled. “Did I have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No,” I snorted.
“Was I a ladies’ man?”
Did I care? “No.”
“Did the ladies love me?”
“No.”
“Did Dr. White love me?”
“No.”
“Did I play football?”
“No.”
“Did I play rugby?”
“No.”
“Did I play soccer?”
“No.”
“Hockey?”
“No.”
“Chess?”
“No.”
“Swim?”
“No.”
“Ski?”
“Yes.”
“Did you love me?”
Silence on my side.
“Wellllllllllll?”
He knew he had touched a nerve.
“Why would I tell you?”
“Cuz… you LOOVE me?”
He thought it was a game.
“You are an insensitive, meddling, useless boy for anything but defeating Providence’s number one enemy. For Pete’s sake, get your act together and do something other than peruse your past! Help your future! Be productive! Do some honest WORK for once in your life!”
A pause. And then he spoke again.
“You didn’t love me then?”
“Go… do ….. work…..NOW.”
He walked away smiling. “There’s a brief meeting in 5 minutes… not that they’re ever interesting in the SLIGHTEST,” he threw over his shoulder. I touched his forehead, and concentrated. “Okay then. I’m taking the fastest way there. “See you later… Late One,” I cackled. I ran past him to the briefing room, with his mouth dropping lower than I thought it could. Say it with me: Yakami…. Is… GOOD.
Anyways…
So, because I’m so QUIET, I snuck into the briefing room and tapped the general on the shoulder. “What d’you – Oh, you’re the new kid. 4 minutes early, I see,” he commented. “I would have been here earlier, but I only learned about the brief meeting a minute ago, sir,” I saluted and reported. The general smiled. “Respect for seniority, respect for higher rank, early, and polite. I think I’m gonna like you, kid,” he counted off. I blushed, “Thank you for your approval, sir. I’m honored.” The general turned around and started to set up the brief… thing.
*Where are Six and Dr. Holiday?* I wondered to myself. “Um, sir? Permission to speak?” I asked. “Permission granted,” the general waved his hand around as if it wasn’t a huge deal. “Where is everyone?” I questioned. “Oh, ah, since Rex never comes on time and always late, we come on time.
Yeah, that's really everything I got up to now.
Flying up and away,
Lilac
Here's more.
*At my home before the Nanite explosion*
“Mom, are we going skiing?” I asked excitedly. She sighs… and nods. “Yes! Who’s coming?” I asked, brimming with joy. “Julie, Mr. and Mrs. Holiday, Rex’s parents,..” she counted off. “REX,” I moaned. “Well, you do know he’s on the national ski team, and I know that deep-" she started. “If I even LIKE him, it’s WAY, WAY, WAY down so deep it’s in my TOES.” I moaned again. “Well, he’s going since his parents are going. And so is Julie, so maybe you’ll be able to fight the hatred.” my mom winked. I wish I had told her that I loved her and I didn’t want to go to the ski trip, even if it was on the craziest mountain in the history of black diamond trails. I’d stay home, I had homework, I’d ask her how it went afterwards and fake wish I had been there. But then what would have happened? Would I still have to join Providence?
I still wonder that to this very day (unless I’m dead) because I wish my mom was alive.
She’s dead as a doornail.
*At Mount Awesome*
“You ready to start crying, Rex?” I chuckle. “I think I can beat YOU after I beat someone from Colorado, home OF the most AMAZING skiers you’ve ever seen, for crying out loud. Speaking of crying, do you want a tissue now, or EXACTLY when I beat you?” snickered Rex. He did firepower until I smacked him over the head.
{I’m innocent, I swear. His head was ballooning to twice its normal size… =)} “Save your tissue for yourself, Rex. Yakami beat the daughter of two very good athletes that use Motoyama products more times than they tell the press that you just have to practice hard, and that’s the base of their success story. Also known as me,” Julie laughed. “Yeah, Rex, stick your tissue up your nose,” I commented. Julie giggled, despite her being older than the both of us (aka for brave stereotypical blonde people that she’s not too awfully mature when it comes to teasing people). “Where’s you’re older brother? He’s fun to race.” I asked. Instantly I knew I touched an accidental nerve, because Rex froze as if Dr. Freeze had gone around with his ray guns. “Just… away. Again. It’s freezing out. Want to get some hot cocoa?”He offered. “I guess. Boy, it is cold. You sure you don’t want any, Julie?” I smiled, choosing to betray my slim body. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I’m going to get faster so that I can beat you. Come back quick, and don’t keep Rex too long- he’s my first goal.” Julie grinned. Rex theatrically improved his mild outrage into a growling one (Shhh… don’t tell him, but his acting is downright wah-wah-wahed). I laughed rustily: with my friends, I didn’t have to laugh like a bell like I did with celebrity skiers. Rex and I jumped off the ski lift, and raced to the bottom. Of course, I won. But that was my last skiing victory. Except against myself.
Now, I spend hours skiing in the snow climate. Julie or Six come and try to sit down with me. I just ski. It jogs my memory. It makes me feel so much better. But only as better as I can get, because, face it, if you’re a mutant freak that the media just wants to get one little bitty picture of so they can taint your reputation forever, and your dad is your worst enemy without all of the good parts, you can only get better. That’s rock bottom, right there. Boom.
When I was little, Mom and Dad trained me. I greeted new customers and made them want to stay because of the feel-good family atmosphere. They bought lots of skiing equipment.
Then, when the company got bigger, Mom and Dad picked me as their mascot. It empathized the fact that they were once a mom and pop shop, believe it or not, and I could show off the skis much better than a mountain ram costumed man could(that was my dad’s idea).
So Mom and Dad made me pretty. My figure was perfect, and mushrooms were the best thing to eat with a tall glass of water. But I was skinny enough to be like a model, yet plump enough or body not to be on survival mode, at least not most of the time.
Rex helped me up the steps as I kept thinking, even though I had known how to walk in ski boots since I was four.
All the girls envied me, and all the boys kept staring. I was a very shy person what feels like a lifetime ago, and I didn’t appreciate what I saw as negative attention. I wished they would just stop staring.
Now, they still stare. Just for a different reason- I’m a freak, and everyone thinks freaks are hideous, ugly, inhumane, insane creatures that were alienated by society and Mother Nature. They think that freaks like Rex and me should be in an asylum. I’m pretty, though. Skinny, luscious purple hair, and a kind face. I defy what parents tell their children, “ Be careful that the hideous witch doesn’t get you!..The bogey man is a freak of nature that preys on little children…” And on and on and on.
Rex and I near the hot chocolate machine and toppings. I look up, because I swear I heard an arm rustle against the air vent. A crystal drops to the ground, but it appears I’m the only on that hears it. Rex is still somewhat supporting me, and the people in line haven’t stopped murmuring about ski gossip. Did you hear that the youngest National skier doesn’t have a girlfriend yet? Oh, yeah, he’s standing right next to me. (Rex, shut up.)
I get a little fancy with the toppings, since this’ll be my first bad hot chocolate. I think about how badly my parents will lecture me, what they’ll do if they found out. They never did.
Rex guides me to the cozy couple’s section o the room. “Wait here. I’m going to go show Julie who’s the top dog around here,” he smiles. “Technically, that would be me,” I point out.
He leaves. I’m left alone. Thank goodness they don’t sell or permit alcohol on the skiing grounds or in the lodge, or I’d start to get nervous.
I take a sip of the hot chocolate and feel dizzy. Off-balance. Whatever.
So to strengthen myself, I look out the window and see a streak of blue. Then it’s gone. And suddenly, I get this immense pain in my head. I try to sit down, but not long after I start, I collapse and whack my hot chocolate everywhere. The last thing I remember is this noise, this tremendous noise, as if a sandstorm just passed over.
*At Providence*
I wake up, and the first thing that crosses my mind is, Am I dead? Then I pinch my arm, and it most definitely hurts. I look to my left and there’s nothing. Then I look to my right. And I see Julie.
Let me tell you something right now. I thought I was DEAD, let alone in a glass box like an interesting specimen of bug. Being recorded. Would you have stood there, feeling the walls with your hands, just sitting there, before freaking out, ‘cause you were in a deeper sleep than Sleeping Beauty on sleeping steroids? I think not.
So I flipped. Seriously. “Julie!” I called, “Julie!” Julie turned to Rex’s brother, who she called “Six”. “Julie! Julie, where’s Rex?” I tried desperately. She ignored me. That’s when I went from flipping out to destruction mode. “JULIE!” I screeched. Then I used my fists to try and destroy the shatter-proof glass. Julie turned to me, surprised. Then she pushed a shiny greenish button.
Rex appeared….but with a monkey. “So your traveling partner’s a monkey now? Big improvement from the last one,” I joked. “Yeah…. Do I know you?” he began absentmindedly. “Yakami? Skiing rival? We HATED each other? My parents-They-" I started. “Do you know anything about my parents? Tell me. NOW!” growled Rex. “LET… GO… OF… MY… NECK!!!!!!”I exploded. I kicked his gut really hard, and that loosened him off of my neck. I dodged an amateur punch and gave him one to the jaw that probably at the least knocked a tooth loose. Then I pinned HIM down.
“Listen and LISTEN GOOD! I DON’T know your parents’ names, but I do know your brother’s name! It’s Daniel, and the man you call Six is your brother. Now, tell me what I want to know, or you’re toast, layered with jam and Monkey right here! Where are my parents, what happened to Julie’s little sister, what happened to MY parents, where am I, AND WHAT THE HECK WAS I DOING BEFORE NOW?!? ANSWER ME BEFORE I RIP EVERY PART OF YOU TO ATOMS, AND DON’T SNIVEL ONCE!” I roared. “Leggo or I’ll make you flat as a pancake, girly!” struggled Rex. “You aren’t exactly in the spot to call the shots, BOYO, and being a comedian ain’t gonna help!” I screamed at him. Julie said quietly, “But maybe I can.” I whirled around. “Finally decided to talk to me, have you, Julie? Or did you just come to temporarily torture me?” I snarled.
“Yakami, just shut up. You’ve been in a coma for a week. We tried to wake you up. After Rex came out to ski, there was a Nanite explosion. Some Nanites mutate people and they have no control over their own bodies. Some Nanites are unactivated in other people, like Six. Some specific Nanites allow people to control the Nanites, like you and Rex, but only if that person has undergone testing. Remember that club you were in? High school? 9th grade, and you tried to persuade the rest of your friends to go, but everyone was busy, because they had sports, or they had separate choir? Yeah, while you thought you were learning survival skills, you were getting Nanites inserted. They saw special potential in you. It would be handy for their leader’s cause to have a well-known freak of nature. The rest were taught survival skills. Rex had undergone testing because his mother wanted him to live in the “new” world. My sister is an uncurable Evo, which is what we call people who have active Nanites, but can’t be cured by people like you or Rex. She’s in the holding chambers in the specimen environment. Anyways, next question. Your parents- one of them died. One of them turned into Providence’s main enemy. We’ll have the funeral, but we didn’t recover the body, so we can’t tell you who died. Only if you wish to have the funeral, though. It was your mom or dad,” Julie stopped for an answer. “Yes…funeral…for my parent… That sounds right,” I whispered quietly. Julie nodded. “My name isn’t Julie, at least not to you and Rex. I got my doctorate during the week you were unconscious,” she informed me, and she glared at Rex, daring him to call her by her first name, Julie. “Yes, ma’am,” I saluted her, pulling my arms off of Rex, leaving him free to, well, leave. Instead, he pulled himself up and loitered. “You do know the door’s right there, right?” I asked him, irked. “Yeah. By the way, that was a lucky pin. I wasn’t on guard, because I’m not used to my enemies being conversational before pinning me down,” Rex made an excuse for being a weenie. [Rex, shut up. You were SO a weenie.] Sorry. Back to the story. “Are you ready now?” I asked. “Yes…..” he stretched out the word.
I pinned him down as hard as I could. “Not so lucky now, huh?” I snickered. After I got off of him, HE tried to be conversational. “So, as you already know, I’m Rex…” he prompted. “I’m leaving,” I snarled. “Did I have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No,” I snorted.
“Was I a ladies’ man?”
Did I care? “No.”
“Did the ladies love me?”
“No.”
“Did Dr. White love me?”
“No.”
“Did I play football?”
“No.”
“Did I play rugby?”
“No.”
“Did I play soccer?”
“No.”
“Hockey?”
“No.”
“Chess?”
“No.”
“Swim?”
“No.”
“Ski?”
“Yes.”
“Did you love me?”
Silence on my side.
“Wellllllllllll?”
He knew he had touched a nerve.
“Why would I tell you?”
“Cuz… you LOOVE me?”
He thought it was a game.
“You are an insensitive, meddling, useless boy for anything but defeating Providence’s number one enemy. For Pete’s sake, get your act together and do something other than peruse your past! Help your future! Be productive! Do some honest WORK for once in your life!”
A pause. And then he spoke again.
“You didn’t love me then?”
“Go… do ….. work…..NOW.”
He walked away smiling. “There’s a brief meeting in 5 minutes… not that they’re ever interesting in the SLIGHTEST,” he threw over his shoulder. I touched his forehead, and concentrated. “Okay then. I’m taking the fastest way there. “See you later… Late One,” I cackled. I ran past him to the briefing room, with his mouth dropping lower than I thought it could. Say it with me: Yakami…. Is… GOOD.
Anyways…
So, because I’m so QUIET, I snuck into the briefing room and tapped the general on the shoulder. “What d’you – Oh, you’re the new kid. 4 minutes early, I see,” he commented. “I would have been here earlier, but I only learned about the brief meeting a minute ago, sir,” I saluted and reported. The general smiled. “Respect for seniority, respect for higher rank, early, and polite. I think I’m gonna like you, kid,” he counted off. I blushed, “Thank you for your approval, sir. I’m honored.” The general turned around and started to set up the brief… thing.
*Where are Six and Dr. Holiday?* I wondered to myself. “Um, sir? Permission to speak?” I asked. “Permission granted,” the general waved his hand around as if it wasn’t a huge deal. “Where is everyone?” I questioned. “Oh, ah, since Rex never comes on time and always late, we come on time.
Yeah, that's really everything I got up to now.
Flying up and away,
Lilac
Hi grace
This is for my friend Grace. Fly on, Grace!
Everything can change in a minute
A Generator Rex fanfic by Lilac of the Shattered Rainbows
Name: Yakami Motoyama
Parents: Hiroshi Motoyama, ? Motoyama
Siblings: Unknown
Hobby: skiing
Occupation: skiing teacher intern
Parents’ occupation: Owners of Motoyama skiing… items
Parents’ hobby: skiing
Parents’ friends: Flora Holiday, Bob Holiday, Rex’s parents, Rex
Friends: Julie Holiday, Rex (sorta)
*mike screeches*
Sorry. My name’s Yakami Motoyama, as you saw on the packet you picked up with this tape.
My dad is now Van Kleiss and I work for Providence.
After I came out of my coma (you’ll hear more about that later), Providence gave me two options: work for them and get an honest living out of fighting bad guys, or get thrown out to the curb and try to earn a living on the crowded streets of a big city playing music. Since I wasn’t too eager to try and trek my way out to Louisiana and learn how to play street jazz by listening to other people while wandering around wondering what to do, I (reluctantly) took the job for Providence. My dad had recently turned into my partner Rex’s Numero 1 priority. For all you stereotypical blonde people out there, that means my dad was evil. If you think I’m crazy, stop the tape. Deaf people, stop reading. Destroy this packet and the tape. Never think about Providence again. Live a normal life doing normal stuff. Don’t forget how awesome it is that you have a loving mom and dad. That you have more friends than one. That you get a warm dinner your mom just cooked you and a cool, un-bleached bedroom. Trust me on this.
For all you people who think that they’d like to join me, great! Just go to your school, enroll in the funnest looking club, and sign yourself up for Providence. Really easy, huh?
Not really. You will be isolated. You’ll be the freak in the bunch.
Not fun. At all.
Anyways, let’s get this story rolling.
So, Grace, what do you think?
Flying up and away,
Lilac
Everything can change in a minute
A Generator Rex fanfic by Lilac of the Shattered Rainbows
Name: Yakami Motoyama
Parents: Hiroshi Motoyama, ? Motoyama
Siblings: Unknown
Hobby: skiing
Occupation: skiing teacher intern
Parents’ occupation: Owners of Motoyama skiing… items
Parents’ hobby: skiing
Parents’ friends: Flora Holiday, Bob Holiday, Rex’s parents, Rex
Friends: Julie Holiday, Rex (sorta)
*mike screeches*
Sorry. My name’s Yakami Motoyama, as you saw on the packet you picked up with this tape.
My dad is now Van Kleiss and I work for Providence.
After I came out of my coma (you’ll hear more about that later), Providence gave me two options: work for them and get an honest living out of fighting bad guys, or get thrown out to the curb and try to earn a living on the crowded streets of a big city playing music. Since I wasn’t too eager to try and trek my way out to Louisiana and learn how to play street jazz by listening to other people while wandering around wondering what to do, I (reluctantly) took the job for Providence. My dad had recently turned into my partner Rex’s Numero 1 priority. For all you stereotypical blonde people out there, that means my dad was evil. If you think I’m crazy, stop the tape. Deaf people, stop reading. Destroy this packet and the tape. Never think about Providence again. Live a normal life doing normal stuff. Don’t forget how awesome it is that you have a loving mom and dad. That you have more friends than one. That you get a warm dinner your mom just cooked you and a cool, un-bleached bedroom. Trust me on this.
For all you people who think that they’d like to join me, great! Just go to your school, enroll in the funnest looking club, and sign yourself up for Providence. Really easy, huh?
Not really. You will be isolated. You’ll be the freak in the bunch.
Not fun. At all.
Anyways, let’s get this story rolling.
So, Grace, what do you think?
Flying up and away,
Lilac
Thursday, July 29, 2010
kinokiita's letters
Hey guys, I was reading the third book of Maximum Ride where Fang was posting on his blog and I was like, "Hey, shouldn't I post to my faithful readers?" So here I am, posting the next entry in Kinokiita's diary.
Dear Diary,
I have come back from Diagon Alley. What a wonderful place! The streets were full of livelihood! Owls chirping, people bustling, and an ice cream shop to top it off. I may be 17, but who doesn't like ice cream? I looked into the window of the pet store and looked at the kittens. They were all so tiny! I went to Gringotts first, though, to trade in my Japanese wizard money for English wizard money. James taught me the money values: 1 galleon is 17 sickles, and 1 sickle is 29 knuts. Knuts were bronze coins about the size of the blossom of an adult rose, Sickles were silver coins in between the size of the blossom of an adult rose and a "hubcap", and Galleons were about the size of a "hubcap".I got all of the necessary books for the school year, along with a set for Potions, a cauldron, and a kitten. I shall name him San.
Love,
Kinokiita :D
We're getting closer and closer to the school year and if I remember correctly, there's a lot of tension between James and Severus....... Won't it be fun to figure out what happens there?
Posting up and away,
Lilac
Dear Diary,
I have come back from Diagon Alley. What a wonderful place! The streets were full of livelihood! Owls chirping, people bustling, and an ice cream shop to top it off. I may be 17, but who doesn't like ice cream? I looked into the window of the pet store and looked at the kittens. They were all so tiny! I went to Gringotts first, though, to trade in my Japanese wizard money for English wizard money. James taught me the money values: 1 galleon is 17 sickles, and 1 sickle is 29 knuts. Knuts were bronze coins about the size of the blossom of an adult rose, Sickles were silver coins in between the size of the blossom of an adult rose and a "hubcap", and Galleons were about the size of a "hubcap".I got all of the necessary books for the school year, along with a set for Potions, a cauldron, and a kitten. I shall name him San.
Love,
Kinokiita :D
We're getting closer and closer to the school year and if I remember correctly, there's a lot of tension between James and Severus....... Won't it be fun to figure out what happens there?
Posting up and away,
Lilac
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
kinokiita's letters
Okay, so, yeah, I posted one about a minute ago....... but who cares? I'm keeping my promise....... :D
Dear Diary,
Today, we are going to Diagon Alley. James told me that it is where wizards and witches buy their supplies for Hogwarts or go to shop. I think it will be exciting. I will write more later!
Love,
Kinokiita :D
Sorry, guys, tonight's Noodle Night at the pool!
Posting up and away,
Lilac
Dear Diary,
Today, we are going to Diagon Alley. James told me that it is where wizards and witches buy their supplies for Hogwarts or go to shop. I think it will be exciting. I will write more later!
Love,
Kinokiita :D
Sorry, guys, tonight's Noodle Night at the pool!
Posting up and away,
Lilac
kinokiita's letters
Okay, so we're on the plane with Kinokiita and we've just landed. Take it away, Kinokiita! :D
Dear Diary,
The Potter family met me at the gates of the airport today. I was very excited, because James Potter has been my "pen pal" (as he calls it) since I began at my school. His hair is black and messy. He has glasses to perfect his vision, and his friendly hazel eyes sparkle beneath them.His brother has short, clean black hair and black eyes. He has no glasses and he is friendly as well.
Let me describe myself. I have midnight black hair, and gray eyes. My skin is "tan". The Potters did not request that I take my shoes off to put on house-slippers. Awfully strange and different from my country. I have taught James and his brother Sirius two words from Japanese: nikkou and san. They mean sunlight and sun. I will teach them more later.
The room the Potters gave me was painted a dark maroon and gold. I brought my two letters: the one to the Japanese Ministry of Magic and the one for Hogwarts Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardy. Hogwarts is such a strange name.
James has showed me his cloak of Invisibility and his Gryffindor robes. He says that I will be in Gryffindor with him, so that I will know what to do. James is a nice boy, so I think that Gryffindor will be a good house.
Love,
Kinokiita :D
I think I'm going to post the next one right now so I don't forget.
Posting up and away,
Lilac of The Shattered Rainbows :D :)
Dear Diary,
The Potter family met me at the gates of the airport today. I was very excited, because James Potter has been my "pen pal" (as he calls it) since I began at my school. His hair is black and messy. He has glasses to perfect his vision, and his friendly hazel eyes sparkle beneath them.His brother has short, clean black hair and black eyes. He has no glasses and he is friendly as well.
Let me describe myself. I have midnight black hair, and gray eyes. My skin is "tan". The Potters did not request that I take my shoes off to put on house-slippers. Awfully strange and different from my country. I have taught James and his brother Sirius two words from Japanese: nikkou and san. They mean sunlight and sun. I will teach them more later.
The room the Potters gave me was painted a dark maroon and gold. I brought my two letters: the one to the Japanese Ministry of Magic and the one for Hogwarts Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardy. Hogwarts is such a strange name.
James has showed me his cloak of Invisibility and his Gryffindor robes. He says that I will be in Gryffindor with him, so that I will know what to do. James is a nice boy, so I think that Gryffindor will be a good house.
Love,
Kinokiita :D
I think I'm going to post the next one right now so I don't forget.
Posting up and away,
Lilac of The Shattered Rainbows :D :)
Friday, June 18, 2010
Oneshot(maybe) : Kinokiita's letters
Kinokiita is a Japanese witch. No, not like the white witch in the Wizard of Oz. A Harry Potter witch. She's in her seventh year and her parents are letting her go on an exchange trip to England! Her school offers this to all 7th year students. These are entries from her diary that she wrote in that her parents gave to her along with some Japanese Muggle money for the airport, and Japanese wizarding money. Enjoy :D!(Kinokiita means smart and Samishii means lonely). Tomodomoni means together, since the founders of the school came together to create the Tomodomoni Academy.
Dear Diary,
I woke up today in my Japanese bedroom decorated for me, by me. On one wall is a copy of the application letter I wrote to the Japanese Ministry of Magic for the position of an Auror. Under my desk, however, is a copy of my application letter to Hogwarts for a teaching position.My name is Kinokiita. I'm a witch. I may live in Japan, but believe me, Japan has its "perks" for witches and wizards. Muggle-free towns on the sea, and schools on land that used to be ocean. My brother is Samishii.
More about my school. I live in the town where Kinokiita, one of the founders of my small wizard and witch school, was born. ( How ironic!) There are three houses: Sakura, for people who are beautiful and act like they should rule the world because of their beauty; Roiyaru, for people who are loyal no matter what; and Kinokiita, for people who are extremely smart. I am in my last year at the Tomodomoni Academy for Wizards and Witches. This year my parents are letting me do a foreign exchange. I will go to James Potter's house, because he has been my pen "pal" since I began at the Academy. When I am there, I will learn about the culture of the wizards and witches of England. It is very exciting, and I am going there tomorrow.I will also go to Hogwarts school of wizarding and witchcraft.
Love,
Kinokiita ^^
Guys, the title says "Oneshot(maybe) for a reason. Once I give out the address and MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE comment on it, I will continue Kinokiita's letters. If not, it will discontinue to be on Story crash test lab.
Lots of love,
Lilac
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