Lenka

 

~.:!!!LENKA SWEET!!!:.~

why can't I get the writing any bigger than that? It needs to be MASSIVE!

Everyone. Go visit her blog now, damn it. 

Talk to her. Invite her to things. Do everything to get her back on. Please?

The person(s) who successfully bring her back into the Blogosphere will not only have my forever gratitude, but will also have a short 1-3 piece about their OC's kicking @$$. Ok? Please?

 

Other, less important things:

Who's in charge of the Eight Great's? There's this idea that I think I mentioned earlier, about having a "Blogger's Dictionary" there, and so I wanted to talk to them.

I got new TDK headphones today, listening to them right now. Epppiiiiccccc....

Also, everyone head over to the Bio-rama.

 

And now, onto the next part of the Fanfic.

Kallista reeled backwards, the world spinning as she collapsed onto he ground. She groaned Jack's form entered her view, grinning down at her. He reached both his hands down and hauled her up for a moment, then lifted her off her feet and slammed her down onto the wooden table. The back of her head smacked against it, and a strangled cry came from the back of her throat.
She needed to concentrate. Her eyes tried focusing, but the least she could do was stare up at cracks that spider-webbed across the rood. Then even that was gone as Springheeled Jack's ugly smile loomed, a fist drawn back behind his head.
'No,' she thought, her mind clearing. 'Not today.'
She brought her head forward, banging it into Jack's own forehead, then caught his fist and twisted it out of her path. It hit the edge of the table, and Jack swore, swinging his clawed hands uselessly. She moved underneath the clumsy strikes, grabbed his head in both hands, and drove her knee into it.
He stumbled back, disorientated for the moment, and Kallista flipped backwards, standing properly on the table. He glared at her angrily, but instead of clambering up onto the table to fight her hand-to-hand as she expected, he unholstered the same gun that had shot Mitchell, took aim, and fired.
She barely had time to register this when the first bullet whizzed past her left ear. She knew the next one would be better aimed.
Kallista turned tail, running the length of the table as he emptied the clip at her. She kicked bowls and cutlery out of the way in her effort to escape, even jumping over a man who was slumped over the table, somehow asleep during all of the gunfire. Something seemed familiar about him, but Kallista couldn't put her finger on it, and the bullets were getting more accurate. She slid the last metre over the edge of the table, and crouched there. She heard the sound of the spent clip of ammo dropping to the floor, and Jack sliding in a new one. But there was a whole ten metre table between her and him. Hopefully, if he tried to circle it, she could just crawl the other way until she was at the doors.
Of course, Jack was smarter than that, and instead he jumped onto the table and began taking slow steps onwards, the gun trained at the opposite end where Kallista was crouching. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he said in what he probably thought was a friendly tone. "I ain't gonna shoot you. I just wanted a little talk, is all."
Kallista said nothing, the chance of escape getting smaller and smaller with each step Jack took towards her.
Jack's foot caught on something, and he smiled when he looked down


The man that had been slumped on the table flickered his eyes open, and grunted as he tried to rid himself of the remaining tendrils of sleep. He groggily began to sit up when he heard what had awoken him: gunshots. Instinctively he kept still, the top half of his body still slumped on the table. He heard a rush of wind as something flew over him, and then heavy footsteps running away. Still, the gun fired.
When it stopped, he heard someone else step up onto the table. Their footfalls were dead quiet, and they moved with the gracefulness of a cat on a carpet. The man spoke with a thick London accent, trying to act innocent. But the way the London man said it, the way he moved and the smell of mustiness and dried blood on his clothes spoke volumes of danger.
Suddenly, the man slumped on the table felt the Londoner was standing above him. His heart was beating a million miles a minute, and he swore that he could feel his own fear perspiring off his body.
Then he was hoisted up to his feet, the Londoner holding him up and pointing a gun to his head.
"Oh," was all he said.

Jack grinned at his new hostage. He called out to the girl hiding at the edge of the table. "Hey down there. Come out, and I swear I won't spill the brains of this here hostage all over the damned floor, okay?"
He heard Kallista Pendragon curse to herself. Slowly, she stood up, her hands in the air. She saw the hostage and gasped. Jack wondered what she was astonished at. He set his own gaze on the man he was holding captive, and saw nothing of the ordinary, wether it was the dark brown hair of medium length, the open trench-coat that he wore, or even the strange leather straps on one leg...
Jack cursed. He knew this man. But, unfortunately for the Terror of London, it was too late to do anything.
"Hello, Kallista. Hello, Jack." Said Israel Elysium, who was, of course, the previously asleep hostage.
Jack choked in surprise, and Israel's elbow snapped backwards into Jack's nose, turning the spluttered choking into a muffled howl of pain. He spun, his palm connecting with the criminal's chest, sending him flying off the table and landing in a heap on the ground.
Springheeled Jack wobbled to his feet, one hand covering his broken nose, the other trying to stop his top hat from falling off. Israel's hand flashed, pulling his double-barrel sawn-off shotgun from the holster on his leg and pulling the trigger. Jack was flung back over the resteraunt counter by the force of the blue wave that shot out of the barrel.
Kallista walked over and joined Israel, who was standing in the same position, his gun trained at the counter. "Thanks," she said, and he put the gun back into its holster. "Nice shot, by the way..."
"It was meant to be loaded," Israel replied, scratching his head and searching his jacket. "Dammit...where'd all my shells go?"
"Oh," Kallista said simply, and there was a stirring behind the counter.
Israel's hand flew to his shotgun again, but before be could draw it, a small, black barrel rose from behind the counter and shot him six times in the chest.
"Oh," he repeated, and fell to the floor.

Hey :)

Two things. No wait, three.

1.  Recently, my Dad found this website (I can't exactly remember what it is, but I wouldn't suggest it if I did remember-it seems dodgy to me) that allows you to legally download movies in different formats for way cheaper than you normally would. My dad somehow extended the 24 hour free trial to a full month which actually cost him money, and so we were stuck with unlimited movies to be able to download within one month.

Did I say stuck? I meant blessed. Yup, definitely blessed...

So, naturally, we've been downloading as many movies as possible, which is awesome. No, we aren't breaking the law. At least, that's what my dad thinks...he's pretty sure that because we are paying money to someone at least, then it's definitely legal.

The first few movies we had were kind of crappy, but that was because my dad wasn't downloading them in the highest format. Once he did, it all started to be really awesome...

...

I almost forgot what I actually wanted to tell you.

WELL my dad hasn't seen the movie Tron: Legacy, and Louis and I have. He came into our room the other day and this conversation spawned...

Dad: I'm downloading Tron Legacy now, in the highest quality possible.

Louis: Awesome! It's really great graphics.

Me: (being me, of course, I had absolutely no-idea that my dad hadn't seen it yet) What, Tron? Nah, it was ok. The story kind of sucked though, especially how they kill off that guy who changes sides at the last minu-

Dad: ARGH! NO! Don't spoil it! I haven't seen it yet!

Me: Oh...

*pause*

Dad: Tell me, have you seen Titanic yet?

Me: Nah, I've heard that it's pretty much just a chick fli-

Dad: The ship crashes and the main characters die.

*silence. I could of heard the Golden God typing away at his computer all the way in Ireland, it was that quiet*

Me: Y-you...you MONSTER!

Yeah...so, anyway...

2. HAPPY EASTER! HE IS RISEN! (does everyone else say that? Or only those in Australia...?)

And if you don't celebrate Easter, I'm still giving you Easter Eggs. Now enjoy, or I'll take them back.

...I'm warning you...

And finally, three:

Well, well well...what do we have here... An awesome-part-one-of-a-short-fanfic-story-that's-based-in-Sydney-and-99%-of-the-places-and-details-are-true-because-I-recently-visited-Sydney-and-went-to-these-places-and-promised-my-Aunt-that-I'd-write-a-short-story-about-it? Yes? Perfect:

 

Kallista Pendragon called the taxi to a stop, paying the driver and stepping out onto a busy Sydney street. She walked across the road when there was a break in the traffic, and hurried inside the building clearly labelled 'Deus Ex Machina'.
She was instantly hit by a wave of petrol oil and a hint of fries. The cement floor radiated not heat but cold air, and the giant dome-shaped light shades that hung from the ceiling only had four out of six globes working.
But Kallista ignored all of this, and instead walked past the people shopping for t-shirts labelled with the shop's logo and various motorbike pictures, until she stood waiting before the counter, her hand lingering over the silver bell.
Before she could press it, a man of short stature wearing grease stained overalls jumped up from behind the desk, making her jump. She scowled at the man. "Don't do that, Mitch," she said.
"Do what?" replied Mitchell, who smiled. Then his face lost all obvious emotion as he launched into what others called his 'business mode'. "I grant that you're not just here for a nice chat then, hey?"
Kallista nodded before answering. "Well, Sydney IS a bit out of my way..."
"No kidding." Mitchell sensed something was up. "Kallista, what happened..." The frown on his face grew, deepening the wrinkles on his forehead. "Crap. Why didn't you ride in on your bike?"
Kallista sighed. It hadn't been her fault. All she had been doing was driving on the freeway, speeding to get to Dragona Pine's birthday party, when a large truck had pulled ahead of her when she was only three hundred metres away from the exit that would take her to his house. She swerved and really did try to avoid it, but the only way she was going to get past it and keep most of her speed was if she pulled a Crazy Ivan. At that moment, it SEEMED like a good idea...
So when she slammed the brakes and gunned the engine at the same time, leaned as far to her left as she could so that the bike tipped and skated along the ground, right underneath the trailer part of the truck with her holding on for dear life, she was very surprised that the custom magically-enhanced engine piece that kept the bike running cut out, leaking in several places and minutes from causing a minor Black Hole.
The bike had leveled out, allowing her to direct it to the exit lane, but already she could feel that the steady roar of her bike had been reduced to less than a whimper. Needless to say, she had NOT gotten to the party on time.
Mitchell rubbed the stubble on his chin once her tale had been told. "Seriously, Kallista? That'd take weeks of fixing. How soon do you need the bike up and running again?"
Kallista fidgeted on the hard wood planks of the counter. "Mitchell..."
"Yes...?"
"The engine kinda... Blew up..."
There was silence. Mitchell hung his head in his hands and Kallista bit her lip in hope that her friend wasn't about to completely throw her out. After a strained thirty seconds of muttered curses from Mitchell, he exasperated a long, drawn out sigh, raising his head and looking Kallista in the eye. He fished some loose change from his front pocket.
"Here. Go into the resteraunt and buy yourself something. In the meantime, I'll think about the idea of helping you with the preposterous notion that you want me to build you another engine-which, by the way, is a horribly long and arduous task that could take two to three months." He sighed again as Kallista slid the change into her left hand. "This is it, Kal. For real, this time. If I help you, there's going to be no more favors. I swear, this is the last time I fix your bike."
She nodded and went to the two glass doors that separated the bike shop proper from the small resteraunt that Deus Ex Machina hosted within the same building. She opened them and the sounds of talk, frying pans and noisy eaters surrounded her. She moved onwards, ordered a small bowl of chips, and sat down to wait at one of the large pine tables.

Three more bowls of chips, two eighty-page magazines and a large soda drink later, Mitchell pushed open the doors to the resteraunt and headed towards her. "Alright," he said, "I'll do it."
She stood up, smiling, about to thank him, when there was the sound of a car backfiring and a dark red spot blossomed on Mitchell's t-shirt near his stomach.
"Shit," he said slowly, drawing the word out and looking down at it. "I'm shot..."
"Mitchell!" Kallista shouted, slipping from her chair in her effort to reach her friend as he slumped to the ground. She distantly heard the screams of the civilians in the room as they fled, but all her attention was fixed on her friend.
"Come on Mitchell," she cried desperately. "Just hang in there."
There were footsteps as a figure stepped towards her from the direction of the glass doors. He walked right up to her, and she faintly smelled the smoke from a gun discharge. Mitchell's assailant. There were tears in her eyes, but through her blurred vision, she swore she could see a battered top hat atop the man's head.
"'ello, lovely," said Springheeled Jack, kicking Kallista in the head.

It looked a helluva lot longer on my iPod...anyway, urah for Firefly homages!

The Epic Post

-IS here.

How epic is that? :D

So, first off, i'm going to start with showing some drawings.

They were all drawn by me a while back...some were done last year, and some were done aaaaaagges ago...

Lenka Sweet, I pray that you see these and comment on them.

This is a battle scene for a reeaaaally short comic I came up with. Just Boba Fett shooting the hell out of some other Mandalorins. (Boba Fett is a character from Starwars, if you don't know about him, look it up on Google images)

Second page of the comic! Um, I hope you can all see it clearly, but he throws the laser-gun he was shooting in the previous page at someone's head, unsheathes his wrist blade, slices the neck of the person behind him while the guy he threw the gun at is still falling, then shoots him, and poses and looks freaking awesome. K? :P

A-hah! Third page. Again, it's really hard to read, so... FIRST: He says "Now to get back to my ship and get the hell outta" *next pane over* "-here? Kark it!" ('kark it' is like the Starwars equivalent of saying 'f*** it') "Enemy missiles, incoming!" (those are smoke trails, btw...the missiles are not attached to the ship with ropes, lol)

I suck at drawing massive explosions...so I just wrote 'Insert massive explosion here' as a note.

Oh my gosh! I hate smudges! WHYYYY!? Top left pane has him hovering above wreckage from the explosion, saying "That's it...". Next pane, "..for that little stunt, you get a large helping of fire and death!" And then it has him firing his wrist rocket :P Bang! The next and last page is pretty stupid, so i took it out. The ship explodes, he loots some money from the dead, and says some heroic line...i forget...

A quick one-page comic, that is not related to Starwars but was meant to be set in the future. Some men, holding a trench, mercenaries with goggles, beanies and bandannas attack, and a soldier who's probably wishing he was somewhere else right now...      This is an older drawing, btw, as are the next two.

Epic Random Figure with a freaking BROAD SWORD! A Cloud (from Final Fantasy) inspired drawing.

Front-on position.

Ghost. From Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 2. We had to do it for art the other week. We chose a pic, ripped it in half, and drew it as best we could. Heeeeell yeah...

AND NOW....


SOME FREAKING PICTURES!!! xD
These were taken by me (that's probably why they're so fuzzy and out of focus, lol) near my house. Emphasis on the word 'near'. 'cos I don't think I'm going to put pics of my actual street up on the net. No offense.

Notice the Gum Trees. The leave-covered sidewalk. The freaking blue sky. This, my friends, is Australia.

Further on than the last pic was taken. Y'see, I don't live in the bush, I don't live in the actual city of Adelaide, I live at the foothills of the Adelaide Hills. Which means that everything's perfect- not so much noise from traffic that I'm constantly on edge for the next semi-truck, but enough passing cars to know that i'm not km's from civilization. The suburbs, i guess some would call it. All though...it's not as neat as most suburban places i've seen...

Um...tilt your head a little...

Close to my house. Reaaaaally close.

Beautiful, isn't it? What a wonderful gum...

Seriously. Blue sky. And no clouds. FOREVER. It's actually so blue that it's kinda freaky...

Ahhhh...the good ol' scrapbook...I've had this for about three-four years now, and yes, it's probably had better days. All that's holding the cover on now is a LOT of gaffa tap. (this is the book where all these pictures are coming from)

My knife. My awesome, epic, shiny, sharp blade that I bought for twenty dollars. Which was reallly cheap. And yet, it's stronger than most $100 knives...

Looking at my hand right now...it kinda looks stupid...

This is kinda what i'd expect Sanguine to be carrying around, y'know?

Yet more drawings! This one's of a 'Raging Bull' Magnum Revolver. Sort of like the one that Skulman has, but this one's more powerful and bulky. And yeah, i realize that i drew the barrel on a slant...it wasn't intentional, let me tell you...

Kinda like a.... i dunno, 'modded' version of a revolver?

I can't rotate pics on blogger :( But this is an epic drawing i did, of a 'School' in the future. That's a Military Police Guard looking at you through a rip in the chain-link fence....and yes, those are machine guns the guards are all carrying...

THE SK12!!! I created this gun, this pistol. Pretty cool, right? It was drawn ages ago, tho...

OMG! IT'S SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT! :D I drew this in class, hence the lined paper. Based off of Mortal Coil's front cover, i hope i included oodles of awesomeness here. And those are fake legs a friend drew on him...i never really got around to erasing them...

A Warzone. I drew this during another lesson, but i don't know that blogger will pick up all of the minute details...let's just hope..     Turn your head upside-down to see the rolling pastures and riverbed of the place that used to exist here...before war tore it apart.

And that's it, i guess. Enjoy your Epic Post.


Can I just ask a favor? I would really like everyone who has not already visited Lenka Sweet's blog (http://lenkasweet.blogspot.com/) to go there and say something, some encouraging words. If you don't already know, Lenka is having a tough time at the moment.

Also...I was wondering if you could try and get her to come and visit here, see my blog and this Epic Post. And then leave a comment...i hope she will.




I pray she does.