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anagogic_lilyth
User Number: 1267666
Date Created:2003-08-19
Number of Posts: 11
Lilyth -
An experiment gone horribly wrong after seeing rituals performed by her maternal influence, Lilyth became a radioactive video gamer, anime enthusiast, music devotee and caffeine freak. Straying from the norm of "girl" pastimes, Lilyth has always prefered video games over Barbies. Though she has a keen sense of smell and loves just about anything that smells good (as most girls do), Lilyth isn't your typical girly girl. You won't find her at the local nail salon... try looking in the arcade across the street.
Strengths: Fierce loyalty, friendliness, can whip up the best Triple Caramel Macchiato w/extra milk in the whole of NYC.
Weaknesses: Addiction to Triple Caramel Macchiato w/extra milk, easy to anger, procrastinator...
Special Skills: Skills in making a Triple Caramel Macchiato w/extra milk, typing, painting, writing poems that end up in the trash...
Weapons: Preferably the twin katana duo she keeps hidden within her inner tunic. Also, telepathic psychic blasts, small metal fans, shuriken, claws, fists... anything she can get her hands on.
Annoyances: People who act like they know ANYTHING about Christian religion, selfish people... basically, the whole of the human race save for a few individuals. Other annoyances include being broke, being sick, horny people always trying to hump her.
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Been so busy lately. Haven't even had time to do anything I want to do, really. My place is such a mess now because I don't even have time to clean it. Between working and school, I've no time for anything anymore.
I miss things now... I haven't had time to work on anything and the images inside my head are growing more and more impatient, waiting for their turns to escape and be captured again upon my canvas.
The images grow more vivid with each passing moment that I don't have time to release them. I'm starting to worry that they may, in fact, consume me... as they almost did all those years ago.
Ran into mother the other day. Was going into work while she was coming out from going in there to look for me. Bad timing, on my part. If only I'd been a minute later...
Mother wants me to move back with her. I refuse. She does have a nice house, and I know that if I were to live with her, I could have every heart's desire... and yet, I reject it all. The items I would gain would be material only, and achieved through unnatural terms.
I can make my own way in life. I wish mother would understand that and forget that she has a daughter. I wish mother would stop sending pricey gifts to the shop for me. Again and again, I send them back, but to no avail. Why does she persist? Why can't she see that I want nothing more to do with her?
These thoughts, amongst others, have been swimming in the muck of my mind. I've really got to take some time off, get caught up enough in my schoolwork to take a rest and... and... *sigh* I don't know. It really is a pity that the images won't be stopped until I paint them away. As far as mother, though... damn. Perhaps I'll find Raz and we can do something to silence my overactive thought process.
If only Raz could silence everything else for me as well... he is more protective of me than I imagine a bodyguard would be if I were to hire one. If only he could defend me from mother...
Ah, hell. Enough of this. I will now comment on my latest confrontation with a common asshole. Seems they are coming out more and more lately...
The other day, a drunken man came in. Nothing new there. At least until he started making crude comments about me. Saying how he wanted to do unmentionable things with me, and how if I had a boyfriend, he would kill him just to own me (I wonder if he would have spoken so cockily had he known about Raz's Excalibur...?). Fortunately, my general manager happened to be in the front. The drunkard began telling him how he should take me from the back, and before he knew it, my general manager said "She is my daughter." The drunk's eyes widened, he mumbled his apologies and began a slurred rant about how he didn't mean any disrespect. He left right after, and I made sure to thank my GM for that... he really didn't have to do such a thing for me. I did not need his help, though I am glad that it was offered.
I am only left wondering how that drunk @sshole would have reacted if Raz had been sitting there... it is only too bad that the creature didn't come a little before I got off my shift. He would have met up with my savior as he sat there, waiting for my shift to be over so that I could leave with him... that would have been interesting to see the fear in the drunkard's eyes. Damn his timing. Ahh, to invoke fear in the soul of a creature like him...
~Lilyth