RP pt 3- A walk amongst the Dead

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Part Three:

Genesis:

Genesis moved to the dilapidated metal stairs of the suspended platform. She was in excellent physical condition, so making the climb wouldn’t be much of a problem so long as there were some good hand holds to heft her body up. Some of the stair planks were missing, the whole structure held only by cables from the ceiling. It looked to be some sort of over watch platform, as it didn’t lead anywhere.

She looked behind herself, making sure that, as long as they were quick, the two of them could hoist themselves up. Addison had a decent weapon, so Genesis made the command decision to start climbing first.

The stairs, the entire platform, moved and swayed as she set her weight on it, climbing carefully. She clung to the support cables, relying on them more than the actual stairs, to pull herself up.

The zombies were getting nearer, their hunger mouths gaping and moaning, their arms outstretched to grab at their meals. Genesis pushed herself harder to finally reach the platform. It moved and swayed, the cables holding it creaking, metal squealing against metal. Little pops and pains from the distress of the old rusted thing made Genesis nervous.

She looked to see Addison making her ascent as well. The zombies were already snatching at the other woman’s heels. She jerked and kicked at them, sometimes dangling from one hand to give a sweep of her sword.

“Hurry up Addison!” She hissed. The amassing horde looked up at her from below, arms upward, clawing air in the direction of the platform. The noise of the zombies echoed through the large structure, making their hungry song seem even louder.

She looked to Addison, hissing at the woman as a sudden realization came over her. She snarled a bit, but kept her voice down.

“Addison, you are some sort of Voodoo thing… can’t you control these things? Make them go away or something? Voodoo and zombies go hand in hand, don’t they?”

She looked down into the horde. The horde looked back up at her with their dead eyes and gaping mouths. Disgusting. Addison could fix this with a spell or hex or something, couldn’t she?

 

Addison:

Addison followed Genesis, yet, since she was having to struggle to get the dead things to back off a little, she didn’t see the hand holds that the Lycan had used to haul her ass up. Addison hands hit slick spots, or curled and jagged rust spots, slicing her palms. She ground out some choice curse words, dangling by one wounded hand and giving a good swing of her blade to cleave through the few dead thing heads closest to her.

One of the bastards got hold of her foot. She struggled, kicking away from the teeth that wanted to taste her flesh and blood, losing a tennis shoe in the process. That did not make her happy in the least.

As she struggled, the support cables and beams of the platform groaned in their protest. She and Genesis were very small women of slight weight. This thing surely could handle them if they kept it balanced…or so she hoped.

She finally managed to get herself up onto the platform, feeling it move and shift. She tried to keep a bit of distance from wolf-girl to not put their combined weight into one spot. She heard Genesis snarking out something about her Voodoo. She blinked, then scowled at the Lycan.

“These aren’t MY kind of zombies. My zombies are way different. They are people that I’ve stripped of their souls. They do what I tell them to. They aren’t really dead. Just soulless. These dead things here…their brains are dead…all they want to do is feed. None of my spells or hexes can change that.” She said, looking into the din of groans from below.

She noted that the horde below seemed more intent on Genesis. Must be something about her Lycan smell. She shrugged the thought away, letting her eyes scan the area from this new vantage point.

“These things are getting in from someplace. They seem to be coming in waves.”  She looked down into the mass of dead things again, trying to form a plan of escape that didn’t involve being eaten alive.

She moved on the platform, leaning against the thin railing to inspect her leg, making sure there was no cuts or scratches from where the dead things stole her shoe. She was still pissed about that. Addison then inspected her hands. The cuts and scrapes were healing already, but they stung.

Her sword at her back gave a continual hum of warning. It was not happy at all. While it loved the fight, it wasn’t getting any souls out of it, and that left it frustrated in a way. The pulses of energy it sent through Addison made her a little crouch.

She sighed out, slumping more onto the railing. A loud pop from overhead echoed through the warehouse, the platform shifting. Addison looked up to see some of the bolts and cables were in distress of their unwelcomed guests.

“Okay Genesis…we need to get out of this mess. You’re the military gung-ho. Think us a plan.” She quipped, looking to the hazel eyed woman.


RP pt.2 A walk amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links:

(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254

(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

Part Two:

Genesis:

Genesis winced when Addison yelled about the smell of the place. Great. Sound drew these things, and here the little idiot was, screaming and ranting. She wanted to smack her crewmate in the head. Well, she always wanted to do that, but this was a justifiable reason.

As the dead thing approached and Addison moved to her feet, pulling out the creepy black sword of hers, Genesis took a step away. She didn’t want to accidentally touch it. She knew what it did to people.

She then shot a look of complete annoyance to Addison for her comments.

“Someone, whoever brought and dumped us here, took my weapons. All of them. Even found my hidden ones.” She said, her eyes scanning for higher ground. “And no, I cannot shift into my Crinos form. Gods, do you ever think things through?” She snarled.

She grabbed Addison by the back of her shirt, slowly leading the dark haired woman back with her, her eyes still taking in the structure of the building to find a defensive position.

“I can’t shift. These are zombies. I can’t bite or scratch at them. They are infected, be it viral, bacterial or even fungal. Me biting into them is sealing my own death…well…at least to become one in their ranks. And with no weapons, come on, let’s face it, I am the weaker of the two of us here.” She growled the last bit, completely disgusted at having to rely on Addison in any way.

Her foot kicked something that rolled and glimmered faintly. Genesis inspected the item, wary of picking it up. She could use it, however. A long piece of pipe, about the length of a baseball bat. Upon further inspection, she found signs that someone had already used it in the precise manner that she had planned. As a weapon against these things. A good smash in the head to splatter their brains.

This discovery only led to more questions in her head. Was this some sort of ‘proving ground’? Were people dropped here to feed the zombies? Were they here for someone else’s entertainment? Like an old gladiator tournament with the reanimated, hungry corpses?

If that was the case, someone was watching somewhere…her hazel eyes scanned for cameras. She didn’t see any obvious ones. No little blinking record lights. No newer or out of place looking wiring.

The moans of the dead were getting closer, however. She had to turn her attention back to them. The numbers were gaining.

“Okay Addison. You at least have your sword. I have a pipe. From what I gather, we are not the first to be dumped here like this. Now this poses the question as to who wanted this, why, and …why us? I mean, were we random, or chosen?”

The first of the zombies neared her and she swung the steel pipe like a baseball bat with all her might. A sharp metallic clang knocked the head off the dead thing. It not only knocked the head off, it dented it, warping the brittle bone, weathered skin and greyish black brain and blood over the end of the pipe. Genesis had to shake it off before sizing up her next zombie.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Addison was having no problem. It was even slightly disturbing that the other woman was smiling and singing a song of some sort…

 

Addison:

Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently falls the rain.
I never had but one true love,
And in greenwood he lies slain.

Addison swung her sword with skilled precision. Each arch, each sweep of the blade sung in her hand. Quite literally. The black blade pulsed with a tune only Addison could hear, and with it, she sang along merrily. It was a morbid little tune, but Addison sang it beautifully amidst the splattering of zombie flesh and bone.

I’ll do as much for my true love
As any a young girl may.
I’ll sit and mourn all on his grave
For twelve months and a day.

She watched out for Genesis, who, for not having any of her favorite toys, all her wonderful little guns, was doing a smash up job, literally, with the old piece of pipe she had found. The questions Genesis had posed to her were interesting ones, indeed. Who wanted them here? Was this a planned event for the two crewmates? A test of skills? An execution? Addison snorted. It would take more than zombies to bring her down.

And when twelve months and a day had passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
“Why do you sit all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?”

Addison raised her sword high, bringing it directly down the middle of a zombies head. The frighteningly sharp blade slicing in and back out again with ease, like a hot knife through butter. She took note that Genesis was looking for higher ground. Probably a good idea, since she only had the steel pipe.

‘Tis I, ’tis I, thine own true love
That sits all on your grave
I ask one kiss from your sweet lips
And that is all that I crave.

The zombies seemed to be coming in from one direction of the warehouse. How they were getting in, Addison didn’t know. Nor did she know how many. All she knew for certain, was that the bodies were starting to pile up, and it reeked to high hell in the place. And the noise. While she and wolf-girl were quiet, well, other than her singing, the zombies seemed to focus in on the chorus of their own. How many more would be joining this party?

My breast is cold as the clay;
My breath is earthly strong.
And if you kiss my cold, clay lips,
You’re days will not be long.

Suddenly a zombie was charging her. This one was fast. It didn’t lumber like the others. Fresh. A fresh made zombie. They were usually pretty spry. Addison swung her blade upward, decapitating the foul thing, and though its body crumpled on the spot, its head was still very much active. Its slimy teeth and dead eyes locking on to Addison, mouth chomping at her. She sunk the tip of her blade cleanly through one of its blue-grey eyes.

Go fetch me water from the desert sand
And blood from out the stone.
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid’s breast
That young man has never known

She upped her awareness. One fast zombie only meant more would come. This seemed to be a grab-bag mix of the reanimated. She hoped one of the faster ones didn’t make it past her. Genesis wouldn’t have too great of odds with just the steel pipe. A freshly made zombie had hard bones, tough skin. And were much more avid in the endeavors to eat the flesh of the living.

How oft on yonder grave, Sweetheart
Where we were wont to walk—
The fairest flower that I e’re saw
Has withered to a stalk.

She inched her way closer to wolf-girls position. For any animosity between them, it would look pretty poorly if she let the other woman get eaten. Fun to watch, perhaps. But poor form, indeed. She took her eyes off the coming zombies for just a moment, to help Genesis find higher ground. They needed a chance to formulate a plan of some sort. If she were alone, Addison would have just ‘seat of the pants’ed it.

When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When shall we meet again?
When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again.

Addison concluded her song when the blade did. She gave a bow to the oncoming zombies, all slower moving ones it seemed, and turned to Genesis. They had managed to put a good bit of distance between themselves and the dead things. Addison indicated with a nod of her head to Genesis.

“I think I’ve found you some high ground. If it will hold us…” She said, motioning to a suspended platform. She grabbed the other woman’s arm and made way for the platforms broken stairs. She looked to Genesis with a smarmy smile. “So, how does it feel to be nearly useless?”


RP pt 1- A walk amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links:

(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254

(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two. 😛

Part One:

Genesis:

She woke up, her head groggy, her eyes seeing stars and there was a strange buzzing in her ears. She took mental inventory of her body situation. Toes wiggled, fingers flexed. She turned her head from side to size. She took in the smell. Damp, rank. Gross. Decay and rot. An undercurrent of sea water. Salt in the humid air.

Genesis finally became more aware, her eyes clearing. She sat up, finding herself on a cold, wet concrete floor. The odors in this place were incredibly overpowering. The stink and stench.

She stood slowly, taking another inventory of herself. Someone had taken her weapons. Her handguns were gone, holsters and all. The knife in her boot was gone. Hell, even her lighter was gone from her pocket.

Her head ached. Apparently, from the feel of things, someone had managed to get the drop on her and bash her in the back of the head. She didn’t feel any other injuries other than the knot on the back of her skull, and the bruise to her pride that someone had gotten the better of her.

Her ears perked suddenly, to a sound in the room. More than one sound. However, one was close. A groaning of someone else in a little pain, following by a slew of cursing every swear word in the book. The voice was female. Southern drawl. One guess who it would be.

Genesis let her lip curl into a snarl for a moment, keeping herself silent. The other noises made their way to her sharp Lycan ears. Groaning, though different than what she heard before. This was deep, guttural. Groaning and moaning, occasional hissing noises. What the hell?

And she couldn’t for the life of her get that stink out of her nose. Rotten meat. Pungent and putrid. Utterly disgusting and offensive to her sensitive nose.

Genesis tried to orient herself to her surroundings. Concrete floor, old, cracked. Steel beams and mesh cages here and there. Stronger cages of steel as well. She looked upward, finding the walls and ceiling were metal. It would seem this was some sort of cavernous warehouse. Maybe a slaughterhouse? And where was it? Was she in Sydney? She couldn’t discern a regional location due to that god awful stink in the place.

She took two steps forward, where there was a little shaft of light shining into a puddle. The tangy metallic scent of blood then drifted to her nose. The puddle wasn’t of water, but of blood. Old blood, yet not yet congealed. Perhaps the humidity in the air was preventing it from drying up.

She shook her head from those thoughts, moving in the direction of the more feminine groan and lovely woven use of swear words.

She stood before a huddled ball of tiny woman, curled up on her side, holding her head, muttering and cursing still. Why her? Why ALWAYS her?

Giving the woman a look over, she seemed to be in the same predicament as herself, however, her weapon of choice was still with her. She had heard that it couldn’t be removed from her person unless she willed it, so Genesis assumed that rumor was true.

Well, at least one of them was armed.

Noise from the far end of the building echoed. Groaning, moaning and shuffling. Someone or something dragging their feet.

She nudged the other woman lying on the cold concrete with her foot. “Get up…we have company…”

 

Addison:

Addison was not a happy camper. Someone had approached her and clubbed her with a baseball bat. Thankfully, the woman was hard headed. She managed to fight. That had only served to earn her more of a beating with the aluminum bat.

Then someone had the audacity to try to take her sword from her. That had actually been funny, as the moment it left her person, her attacker, or one of them, became violently ill as the sword itself went into self-preservation mode to be reunited with its mistress.

Addison grabbed her sword back up, and was about to unsheathe it to dispatch her attackers, hoping to lop off one head at a time, but was rudely interrupted by a sharp pain in her neck. A sharp painful pinch. Just as the world started fading to black, she saw her attackers, wearing ski masks, draw back a little, one with a nice big syringe in his hand. Fuckers had drugged her. Dammit all.

She woke to a throbbing behind her eyes, and the bile in her stomach rising at the damned stink of this place. She tucked herself into a ball to escape the stink and nurse her pains. Her sword hung across her back, its vibrations warning her of dangers, yet she shushed it for now.

Then there was the nudge at her side and a familiar voice. Oh, lucky day. Wolf girl was here. She loosened from her fetal position and sat up, legs sprawled in front of her. She rubbed her head at the temples with her small hands.

“Ow.Ow.Ow. What the hell, wolf-girl? AND WHAT IS THAT SMELL??!!” She bellowed through the annoyance of pain.

Her nose couldn’t be rid of the smell. It was overpowering to the sense. And then she felt the movement around them. Something not human. Demon? She wasn’t sure at this time. Her sword was screaming at her however. Its steady pulses of energy urging her sore body to move.

She looked up to see the wolf-girl, Genesis, staring off into the shadows. Where were they even? The structure was large. It echoed. It was filthy. There was a tinge of salt water in the air. The sea was close.

Then the noise began to hit her ears. The slow shuffle. The drag of something against the floor.

The low moans.

Addison blinked the last of the fog from her eyes, moving to stand next to Genesis, drawing her cursed sword.

“Fucking zombies…” She muttered, just as one became visible. And then another, and another. These were old zombies. Slow moving. Yet, every bit as deadly as the newer, freshly bit and turned zombies. Those would probably pose a problem for the pair.

She looked over to Genesis, giving her a sharp poke to the side. “Get your guns out. Remember…head shots. OH! You can go all wolf-tastic on them!” She said enthusiastically.

She drew her sword and set to the ready. Let the fun commence.

 

More parts will be posted over the next few days! Thanks for reading!


SMUT! (Mature content…)

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So, this is actually a snippet of a novel I cranked out a while back and was re-reading and proofing it.

I decided….HEY…SHARE! TEASE! TORMENT! YAY!!! (beware, its not my finest, but hey, its smutty goodness.)

 

Tara stopped scrubbing and smoothed over the floor with a soft rag, bringing the floor to a shine. She moved around on her hands and knees before coming to a pair of feet. She followed the feet up the attached pair of legs and up to Jacobs face. “Hello.” She said, smiling. She moved to stand, putting her cleaning items away. “Is there something I can get for you?” She asked him.

 

“Come with me…” he said, taking her hand in his.  He led her to his room and closed the door behind them.

 

She followed without protest, wondering what he was up to. But then, she was glad for this opportunity. They hadn’t really spent any time alone in a few evenings.

 

Jacob cupped her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers.  It was a deep, heated kiss; his tongue trailing her lips and her own slick muscle.

 

Tara was taken by surprise, but soon melted into the kiss. She returned it with her own passion, her arms moving to encircle his shoulders and neck. She let out a pleased hum through the kiss, letting him know it was certainly to her liking.

 

He pressed her against the door, his hands busy with hiking her dress up past her hips.  Jacob was hot and virile; he could feel his blood boil.  He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them down, lifting her body to help her remove them completely.

 

Tara was lost in the passion. It had seemingly come out of nowhere. Her mind raced, not knowing whether to stop him or not. She didn’t want to, but she was nervous. But the excitement overrode the nervousness. She clung to him, waiting for him to take his next actions, preparing herself for whatever he may do.

 

The man placed her upon the bed and trailed his kisses along her neck and throat, sucking and nipping at her flesh.  He unzipped his trousers and reached between her thighs, to finger her tight cunt, coaxing her sweet honey to seep from the hive.

 

Tara became bold herself, unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside to trail over his flesh, loving the feel of him. His attention to her neck and throat made her feel hot all over, and beneath her dress and slip she could feel her nipples harden, brushing against the fabric. He was moving so fast. But it felt so good. She could feel the wetness coming away on his fingers from between her thighs.

 

His lips soon found hers once again.  He felt his erection brush against her smooth inner thigh.  He was hard–incredibly so–and she was ready.  Jacob shifted above her as his hand guided his cock between her welcoming nether lips.  He broke the kiss to brush her delicate chin and jawline with his lips, as his free hand ran across her clothed breast.

 

“Tara,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.  Jacob clenched his jaw as he entered her.  She was tight, almost too tight.  He gave a few hard thrusts, until he was in entirely.  It was a snug fit, but not unpleasant.  He kissed at her neck, feeling himself throb within her.

 

Tara hissed in pain. She still clung to him, not wanting him to stop. When he was all the way in, he stretched and pulled at her insides, but her body conformed to him, making room for his size, wrapping around him snuggly as the pain gave way bit by bit to the lovely pleasure to be had. Tara rolled her head to the side, letting out a breath she was holding, a small sound of pleasure then leaving her. She gave a roll of her hips and found it pleasing.

 

Jacob instinctively brought his hips to meet hers.  He was unable to hold back.  He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, his lips sealing hers with a kiss as he proceeded to drive himself into her soft, warm depths.  His thrusts were hard, sharp, but steady and consistent.  He was a hungry animal, wanting more of what the young woman had to offer.

 

Tara returned his kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her into his mouth with every thrust he made. She met her hips to his, meeting him in movement, grinding her little bud against him, her body excited and pleased with the sensation of his thick cock moving in and out of her and the pressure and grinding against her clit. Her hands moved across the flesh of his back, down to his waist, feeling the power of his thrusts. He was filling her with pleasurable sensations, and her body was acting accordingly.

 

He grunted a bit and angled his hips to hit that little spot inside.  That’s when he broke the kiss… His gaze was locked on her and the expression of pure bliss she had.  Jacob rolled their bodies over, where she was on top and his hands squeezing her hips and thighs.

 

When he rolled them over, Tara began to rise and fall on him, using her knees to lift her up, and bring her crashing back down on him. She continued to grind herself against him, panting and make soft noises. She rested her hands on his chest, using him for balance and to help in her own thrusting. She leaned over him, kissing him, her lips trailing from his down to his jaw and neck, nibbling at his ear as her gentle breath played across his skin. She sat back up again, hands firmly planted against his chest, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she pumped herself away on him, feeling that pleasurable tingle course through her.

 

Jacob gripped her ass, helping her move upon his dick.  He eventually moved and placed her below him once again, a thin sheen of sweat forming.

 

With every thrust he continued to make, it grew more intense, until finally her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, seizing up all around him before releasing into massaging waves of pleasure and bliss. Tara cried out softly, panting in her ecstasy. She continued to move under Jacob, her body wanting to ride out the pleasure and to coax him to his own release.

 

He held himself above her, to watch her orgasm race through her petite form.  She was stunning.  Jacob drove himself into her quivering depths, making his own noises of pleasure; until he finally came, his throbbing cock spilling his thick seed into her willing body.  He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him yet again as he panted softly against the bed sheets.

 

Tara rested against him, her head on his shoulder, panting softly. She felt hot and sweaty, but oh so fulfilled. When she got her breathing under control, she moved her lips to his neck, kissing him softly, rolling her tongue across his lightly sweaty flesh, tasting the salt of him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and heaved a pleased sigh against him.

 

Jacob rested his hands on top of her legs.  He, too, was fulfilled.  After a while, he reached up to stroke her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.

 

Tara smiled. She loved it when he did that. She moved to kiss him, softly and sweetly. She looked over at his bedside clock. “I should be getting back into the kitchen…I still have a dinner to cook for everyone…it’ll be a little late…” She murmured. “You should take a shower, refresh yourself…”

 

“Mm… I should,” he said, smiling against her skin.  He kissed her again before rolling out from under her.  He stretched his arms above his head and looked to Tara.  “I’ll see you in a bit…”  He leaned over to kiss her brow before standing to venture into the washroom.

 


I GOT LOOT!!!

So my lovely friend Patricia sent me a loot box! Oh, so many wonderful little things inside!

Jeffrey decided he wanted in on the pic, so dont mind him. As you can see, there is some really wonderful stuff here. A Nintendo Controller Over Mitt, A Zombie Book, A Game of Thrones Action Figure, A Lootbin Pin, A Space Invaders Figure, A Tea Cup w/Spoon, an Arpon with puppies on it, some hair rollers and Walking Dead ‘Ear’ Soap on a Rope.

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As you can imagine, with what a HUGE fan of Daryl Dixon on TWD I am, the EARS!! ZOMG!! LOVE!

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Now, the oven mitt and Game of Thrones Figure? I barely got the chance to say ‘mine’ when quickly that thought was proven wrong as my daughter-spawn cackled and ran off with them. She is a Game of Thrones nerd. Well, she’s just  a nerd. Period.

 

Now, Patricia, I gotta ask…the hair rollers? REALLY?!?! WOMAN! You know I had to get all my hair cut off. I AINT GOT NO HAAAAR! lmao. Honestly, I do have a bit on top. What will I do with these rollers? Probably put them in my hair and go to WalMart. Just to see peoples reactions.

 

So thank you so much, Patricia!!! Everything is so wonderful.

 

Currently I am enjoying a week of peace. Okay, thats stretching it. I am between courses this week. I am starting a new one and from the looks of it, I am really going to need my brain for it. Just looking at the assignments breaks my brain. ~wails~ WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE LET ME DO THIS?!?! (remember, I warned you all I would regret this ‘continued education thing?) Honestly, its not that bad…so far. >_>

 

The kittehs are doing well. BaxterMarie isnt really growing any. She’s like a miniature cat. Its adorable, especially next to Jeffrey who is getting rather fat. They have a wonderful bond, too. The groom one another, they rough house, they knock my stuff over. -_-

 

The child-spawn is well, too, other than stealing my stuff.

 

The book, while on hold, is still making progress. Sometimes something will come to me out of the blue and it makes for a good chapter or add-on, so I write in all down in a word document. Its nice not having the pressure.

 

So, that is how things are going in the Zoe world.

 

~hugs and squishes darlings~


Severe Weather, Kittehs and Classes…

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So, last night we had severe storms in the area. Here in Enterprise, we had a lot of strong winds, trees fallings and debris everywhere.

In the nearby city of Dothan, they had much more going on. Part of the ceiling at a WalMart fell in, lots of people without power, trees falling on peoples homes. They were a lot harder hit than we were, and there is only 20 miles between us.

 

I made sure my friends down that way were okay. Thankfully everyone was.

 

The cats are doing great. I am a little worried about BaxterMarie. She isnt growing. She seems like she’s going to be a ‘forever kitten’. Perhaps she is just a little tiny breed. Jeffrey Jones on the other hand is getting fatter by the day. YAY. And he is a proper little Sir. As I have told my friends, he just needs a monocle and top hat. He is a bit on the skittish side. BaxterMarie is as fearless as ever. Oh, and she still likes to pee in my bathroom sink for some reason.

 

So, remember back when I decided to start taking some school courses? Remember how I said I would probably regret it? Cry? Throw tantrums? Well, I am. WTF was I thinking?!

 

However, as much as it all makes me want to cry, I am thoroughly enjoying it. I have a huge class load, but I can take it at my own pace pretty much, since I dont work or anything. And these classes, so spectacular. They are definitely holding my interest.

 

I should check in more often, I know, I know. I will try to make it a point.

 

I have reconnected with some family members that I havent talked to in years as well. You see, my mom was always sort of the ‘black sheep’. She married a military man and we traveled and lived all over the place, while her sisters stayed right in the area they were born. So, we all had some distance there. And my aunts werent very nice when my mom was younger either. I remember that growing up. But things are different now. I am calling one aunt on  a semi-regular basis, and doing hand written letters with the other. It is actually quite nice.

 

Well, the bad weather has died down. We’ve had our typical weird winter weather here in the South. Temps in the 70s, tornados, then the temps dropping into the 40s. You know, once every ten years or so it snows here in April. Totally freaks us out. We arent prepared for snow. We dont know what to do other than shut down the state…lol. No, seriously. The upper portions of the state knows what to do. But not down here in the very southern most part. We all flail about and marvel at the white stuff falling from the sky. We also close our part of the state, because heaven forbid we try to drive in the stuff. You wont catch me trying to drive, no sir.

 

And, lastly, I am still addicted to the Netflix Vortex of Doom. I’ve also fallen in love with Putlocker.

 

Tonights movie: Macbeth. Michael Fassbender….YUM and DROOL!!

 

So, until next time my lovies…

 

~hugs and squishes~

 

 

 

 


Snail Mail Movement

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So, I am laid up with a broken and fractured foot, the weather is either hot and humid with the random tornado, or freezing cold. Its all Patricias fault.

 

And speaking of my dear friend, it got me thinking. I really do get tired of staring at this computer screen day in and day out. Sure, email is quick and easy.

 

But actual letter writing is a dying artform. I write back and forth with Patricia through both email and snail mail. I love the snail mail. I get cute cards and pretty stationary. Yes, my handwriting is comparable with that of a serial killer, but hey, its the thought that counts.

 

So, as a request to you lovely  followers, in my time of healing, I was wondering if any of you would also like to be snail mail buddies? Please?

 

If interested, and to keep your privacy, you can email me your address or PO Box. My address is listed on my contact page. Yes, I court stalkers, I know.

 

So help a girl on the mend and keep me from going batshit crazy staring out of this window or at this computer. Send me letters! Send me cards! Send me drawings! Just dont send me body parts or bombs. 😛  .lol.

 

Now, on to the healing part. 3 weeks in the boot. Three weeks of not being able to get up and get my own coffee or food or move comfortably.

 

BaxterMarie thinks my boot is her own personal scratching post. Jeffrey Jones does care one way or another. He doesnt even get out of my way when he see me hobbling along. He wants me dead, I know it.

 

On to something altogether different – music. I have been listening to Disturbs cover of The Sound of Silence on a loop. I LOVE this cover. David Draimans voice is so beautifully powerful. I was really surprised they covered this song.

 

Another musician that has a powerfully wide range to his vocals is Corey Taylor of Slipknot and Stone Sour. He can woo you with melodies and scream your head off. Its magical.

 

Movies – I have been watching movies. Both new and old. I had never seen Ravenous. Very good. I cant believe it took me this many years to sit down and watch it. Sometimes I get on a particular actor or actress binge. But my fall back is always horror and psychological thrillers. I dont really have any particual movie I want to rave about at the moment, but I’m sure in the next few weeks I’ll start posting up some movie reviews.

 

The Role Play world is touch and go. I quit one game altogether due to bullshit. The remaining game I play is touchy at the moment. There is apparantly a bit of out of character drama going on behind the scenes moving long time players to leave the game. Sadness. My characters are going strong, however.

 

So, when I go see the doctor, we’ll see how the broken bone and two fractures are healing. He wasnt too concerned with the fractures, but the broken bone seemed to worry him. He said there is a possibility that surgery may be required if it doesnt heal right in the boot. YAY…Stuck in a boot or cast even longer. GGRRAAHHH.

 

Okay my sweetlings, I’m off for now.

 

~hugs and squishes~

 

PS: Send me some mail!!! <3

 


The Boot. An update…

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So, since my last post, I’ve been to the bone specialist. Come to find out, I have not only fractured two bones in my foot, but I have broken another one as well.

 

So I have been BOOTED. UGH. This thing is a monstousity. Granted, I chose it over getting an uncomfortable cast that I wouldnt be able to take off for bed or bath.

 

Walking in this thing is something I dont recomment. I have nearly doubled my bodily injury since getting it put on this morning.

 

So, while I am convelsing, I had to decide what to do with my time while I get waited on by my lovely child. NOT. I really have just put a bunch of snacks and drinks in here in my office. The only challenge is potty time…lol.

 

I have broken out my stress relieving coloring books! I am also writing a little more, but mostly for my RP games.

 

Lookit my colors!!

 

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So, I’m going to go color some more now. I’ll likely be blogging really weird things when the pain killers kick in. 😛

 

~hugs and squishes~

 


I broke myself…

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First off, lets start with the kittehs. There’s BaxterMarie with her big mouth open for a fierce looking somethingorother.

 

Baxter had to have emergency surgery not too long ago. I noticed she was going into heat, and well, she was less than two months old at the time. So off to the vet she went.

 

Come to find out, she had little cysts in her female inside parts. So, she got spayed way earlier than they like to do it.

 

She came through everything just fine. The vets office said ‘have her take it easy and rest.’ I laughed and said ‘have you met my cat?’.

 

BaxterMarie has two speeds. Sleep and wide-ass open.  Despite all the playing and jumping and shenanagans, she came through everything just fine, and Jeffrey only got scolded a few times for trying to bite too close to her incision site. He is still obsessed with her little feet.

 

Now, on the subject of feet. In all my lovely grace, I have fractured two bones in my left foot. All I wanted to do was go take a piddle, and I misjudged where the bathroom door was in the dark. I rammed that sucker so hard.

 

Now, I didnt think I actually did anything but ram it real good, and I got a big splinter between my toes that tore a chunk of skin off. But after about a half hour, the foot was throbbing and swelling. I sent a few pics of it to my daughters daddy and he offered to come get me and take me to the ER. I mean, it was 2:30- 3AM. I only live about 3 miles from the hospital here in town, so I declined the offer and drove myself.

 

Sure enough, I fractured two bones above my last two toes about an inch up. GRAH.

 

So Monday I have an appointment with a bone specialist.

 

The worst part of it all, is that I had to cancel a lunch date that I had been anticipating for weeks. Totally sucked. But rescheduling is no big deal, I was just looking forward to seeing my friends silly face.

 

So, my mobility is shot. I am coloring a lot. I am eating totally unhealthy foods that are easy to cook and dont require me standing too long. Sleep is uncomfortable because even with the sucky pain meds given, there is a constant ache in my foot. Oh, and I have to keep my two toes taped together, and because of the chunk of skin missing, I have to clean it with alcohol and shove gauze in there too. Fun. Yeah.

 

So, in light of that blunder, I have put a nightlight in the hallway so I can see. I have a regular light in the hall, but never used it. In all my time living in this house, nothing like that has ever happened. And I dont like using the hall light because the daughter sleeps with her door open for the cats and the light would hit her in the face.

 

Yeah, my house needs child-proofing for my protection…lol.


Trespassing!

So, the following events happened the other day…I believe it was Tuesday or Wednesday, before BaxterMarie had her surgery…I’ll get to that later.

 

Some deer were in the back acreage, and well, Jeffrey Jones and BaxterMarie were both enthralled and highly offended by this trespassing business on their property.

 

BaxterMarie was all puffed up and Jeffrey was growling. Its funny, if you look close at the pictures, you can see the deer moving, and yet the cats hardly move at all.

 

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Funny, huh?

 

Now, at some point after I put the phone down, the deer started playing a little, just kicking their back legs up and stuff. Thats when Jeffrey said ‘NOPE’ and ran away like the big chicken he is.

 

BaxterMarie stayed to stare some more, and depoofed herself.

 

I thought the entire things was funny on epic levels. I didnt think Jeffrey Jones would want to sit on the little window bed I had made for them ever again. But, he has rediscovered his ball (nuetered as they are) and gotten back up in the window.

 

So, later I will bring you the tale of BaxterMarie and her unexpected surgery. Right now, at this minute, she is chewing on my arm, very slobbery and unladylike. So, a tale for when she is napping and not in my face.

 

~loves and squishes darlings~


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