The Road To Nowhere - A Poem

..........Um. Well, you go ahead and read this. I'm going to go wallow in my inability to actually write something HAPPY for a change.
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 If I take another step forward

I’ll be on the road to nowhere

The road that the hopeless take

The road for those without a care

Is the journey worth it?

Is this really where I want to go?

Is something waiting for me on the other side?

Something that I just don’t know?

And who really is to say

That the road truly leads to nothing?

Maybe it does go to somewhere

That the stories are all just covering

Maybe I can really get somewhere

If I decide to go this way

But right now I think that choice

Should be reserved for another day

Because right now I’m standing at the crossroad

And I feel perfectly content

I think I’d like to stay here a bit

But I know this is a choice I can’t prevent

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I'm such a rubbish poet. Octa, if you could give me some feedback, I'd absolutely love it. You're the best poet I know. 

Hehe...

Well, since I completely forgot to use the bio form and pretty much lazed through my OC's bio anyway, I re-did it. (Mar, could you delete the old one on Bio-Rama and post this one...? And include my little *  note thing at the end..?)
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NAME: Thalia Jane Circe

AGE: 73, looks 13

GENDER: Female

HAIR COLOR: Black, a blond dyed streak on the front right side (not in her bags, though)

EYE COLOR: Stormy gray. Turn silver only in moonlight and, while sometimes menacing, are usually warm.

HEIGHT: 5 foot

WEIGHT: Extremely light. Weighs practically nothing, but is in full health. However, she is near impossible to knock down or blow over, which greatly confuses her friends and others she knows. Refuses to tell anyone why.

PERSONALITY: Very sarcastic, but bright and hyper. Tends to talks very fast and very much, but can still be silent. Smiles a lot. Doesn’t really care what others think of her. Violent when angry. Very stubborn and extremely weird. Evil, smart prankster and a rebel. Dislikes authority.

WEARS: A black cargo jacket, black cargo pants, combat boots, a silver locket and bracelet, and (usually) a gray t-shirt of The Gaslight Anthem (one of her favorite bands). T-shirt changes a lot, but is usually advertising a band she likes, some other music, or a cause she supports.

NATIONALITY AND ACCENT: Greek and Russian with an English accent.

HISTORY: Thalia was born in Moscow, Russia under the given name Calliope. A natural born mage, first she thought she was going insane when she discovered her power to read minds. Her parents told her about magic. Her mother’s side of the family are all Necromancers, and disowned her mother because she decided to be an Elemental. Thalia was the middle child, between her older brother Finn and younger sister Fay. When the Necromancers of her family took her brother away when she was four, Thalia’s parents fled with their daughter to Athens, Greece where Fay was born. Fay could not do magic, but was okay with it. When Thalia was eight, her family moved to London, England. For reasons still unknown to Thalia, vampires deeply hate the Necromancer side of her family, and, lead by Dusk, killed her sister and parents in some sort of revenge (though this attack was also because Dusk hates Thalia for humiliating him every time they meet). Right before his death, Thalia’s father gave her her sword, which was passed down from his side of the family. It has a strange magic power, causing it to never break or bend. It will glow and act as a compass to where the owner truly needs to go in times of need. After her family’s massacre, Thalia took the name ‘Thalia Jane Circe’ because Thalia meant ‘the joyous, the flourishing’ and was one of the muses of Greek mythology, Jane was one of her favorite book characters (from the book Jane Eyre), and Circe was a female sorcerer in Greek mythology. Thalia works on expanding her power, and it is unknown to everyone except her how far she has gotten with her mind abilities. She sometimes, but very rarely, works for different Sanctuaries around the world, but travels around a lot. Thalia holds a grudge against Dusk.

FAMILY: Parents and sister are dead. Finn may be alive, but Thalia hasn’t heard from him since he was taken away. Necromancer side of the family pays her to stay away from them. She has never had any contact with her other side of the family, but she assumes that they are alive.

POWERS: Known to all are her abilities to read minds, pull objects toward her, immobilize people for short periods of time, and blow up things such as brick walls, doors, glass, trees, and the like. She has other abilities that she keeps secret for now.

FAVORITE WEAPONS: Her sword, a rice paddle that is actually a canoe paddle, a plastic spatula, homemade bombs, throwing knives, and her messenger bag. The bag actually expands to be as large as she needs it to be (on the inside, it stays the same size on the outside and weighs the same as an empty bag). It’s where she keeps her weapons beside her sword and some other odd, random items.

OTHER SKILLS: Many martial arts, blowing things up, playing the bass.

*FRIENDS: March Pathway, Mirtil Lucifer, Kallista Pendragon, Skyril Oblivion, Soot Featherwing, and some others. Is completely terrified by Octaboona Ambrosius because she can’t read his mind.

ENEMY'S: Dusk, Billy-Ray Sanguine, random angry Russians.

HATES: Onions, wearing skirts or dresses, extreme heat, people who lack senses of humor, telemarketers.

LIKES: Punching people, blowing things up, pranking people, being lazy, stealing her friend’s shoes and laughing at their faces afterwards, going on adventures, animals (particularly llamas, large dogs, birds of prey, and cats), music

ADDRESS: Down Insanity Street (doesn’t live anywhere in particular. Can usually be found in Ireland, England, Russia, Greece, or Canada. The easiest way to get a hold of her is to call her cell phone.)

JOB: Professional prankster

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Her feet. Keeps a motor bike at one of her houses in Dublin, Ireland.

NEVER SEEN WITHOUT: Her locket, bag, and a clever smile.

DESCRIPTION: A small, pale, spunky girl. She is strong, not bulky like a body-builder, but rather lean. Her choppy, messy, black hair is always down. The bangs are uneven and go at least to the top of her eyes, while some cover half. She always has a mischievous glint in her eyes.

IN SIX WORDS: Fred and George Weasley times ten.

QUOTE: “Well…you see, I was just standing here, and then it exploded.”

*The 'friends' list is not complete because I knew I would forget someone. Basically, unless you randomly decided that your OC doesn't like Thalia or doesn't know her, then it's safe to assume that they're her friend.

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I'm much more proud of Thalia now than I was with the old bio.

Dear Kallista and Her Family...

Hi there. I'm Thalia. You can call me....Thalia. And, now that we're all introduced, let me begin.

Kallista is an AMAZING friend. Really. She's kind, considerate, funny, and overall a great person to be around. She always helps the others on the blogs. When I first came the blogs a couple months back, I wasn't sure if anyone would really notice or talk to me. But Kallista did. She accepted me right away. Kallista is the best influence I've ever had. I'd be so incredibly upset if I couldn't speak to her again. So please let her stay!

Pushing Up Daisies - Prologue

Prologue of a new SP fanfiction. Centers around my OC Thalia. The title is a huge clue as to the rest of the story! Another clue: I was inspired for this story when my part of the grade went to a cemetery on a field trip!
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The man sat across from the newest person who had applied to help him.  The girl only looked to be around thirteen years old, so the man had to keep reminding himself that this girl was, in fact, not a girl at all and was at least thirty years older than him.  It was quite a feat to keep this in mind, though, when said ‘girl’ both looked and acted so much like a teenager.  Her combat boot clad feet were propped up on his desk and she was absently picking something out of her teeth.

Coughing slightly to regain his client’s attention, the man continued.  “Miss, I’m not sure if we can give you such an important job.”

Thalia Jane Circe’s stormy gray eyes flickered to his face, and the man had a sudden, strange feeling.  It was almost like she could see everything he was thinking, everything that had happened to him, his next move…everything.

Circe sighed in an annoyed manner and the feeling eased, but it was still slightly there.  “Cut the crap, dude,” she told him.  “You know you can’t do this without me.  Everyone else you got either ran off screaming, had a mental breakdown, quit on the first day, or thought this was all a hoax.  I won’t do any of that, you know I won’t.”  She glared at him, as if to prove her point.

The man shifted, uncomfortable.  “Listen, I don’t know how you know all that, but-”

“It doesn’t matter how I know it!” Circe snapped.  “What matters is that I do know it.”

“We don’t trust you.  Anything about you,” the man stated flatly.

Circe took her feet of the table.  She stood up, slammed her hands down, and leaned toward him.  The man leaned away, but couldn’t take his eyes off of Circe’s cold, storm cloud colored orbs.

“Listen and listen very carefully.  I’ll only say this once,” Circe said slowly.

The man nodded slowly, suddenly terrified for his life.

Circe quirked an eyebrow at him.  “I’ve seen your situation.  I’ve seen how desperate you are for a solution.  You, your higher-ups, the rest of your employees…you don’t trust me.  And the feeling is mutual.  But all of you know that there’s no one better than me for the job.  So it doesn’t matter if you don’t trust me.”  Here she paused, a clever smile playing on her lips.  “You don’t have a choice.”

“You have the job,” the man squeaked, still terrified.

The girl leaned back and grinned, clapping her hands together.   “Good!”

And with that, Thalia Jane Circe strode out of the office.  Only after ten minutes did the man realize that she had snatched his Starbucks coffee on her way out.

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Who's the man? What's Thalia's new job? Why did she want it so badly?

All shall be revealed!

......Eventually!


EDIT: Fear not, Percy Jackson fans! The first part of that fanfiction will be my next post!

Ohmygodweareallgoingtodie

Seriously. It looks like a freaking tornado is gonna happen outside right now. I don't know if we're experiencing hurricane winds again? I'm pretty sure we aren't. But the sky's all dark, and even the huge oak tree in my front lawn is swaying back and forth. I can hear the wind howling and whistling. I have to say, I'm pretty darn freaked out right now, and I'm a brave person.


....And hear comes the rain.
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That sounds like hail, actually. And thunder. With lighting.


This is....not good. We don't usually get storms like this here.


Woop de doo.

Yeah

The world was supposed to end yesterday.























It didn't.

Note Passing - Part One?

I'm bored, tired, and it's really late at night. But I had this idea and it was too awesome to pass up. Basically, Mar, Mir, and Thalia pass notes in class. Thalia's 'handwriting' will be in italics, Mir's in bold, and Mar's normal print, but I'll still but their initials in front of their notes (Mar's will be MP for March Pathway because Mir also starts with 'M'). So, enjoy this random creation from my tired brain.


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T: I'm bored.

MP: Thalia, you're always bored.

T: Raaaaahhhhhhhh

M: She's right.

T: Shut up Freddy.

M: No.

T: FINE THEN.

MP: Teehee....Freddy's funny.

M: Shut up Mar.

MP: I am going to choose to ignore that statement and ask a question that we're all dying to know the answer to. Thalia, why are you chewing on a plastic spoon?

T: Beats me.

M: *sighs* Silly wolf girl.....

T: [insert colorful swearing here]

MP: The teacher's coming over here....*smacks Thalia with her fry pan*

T: OWWWWWWWWWWW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?

MP: Oh, nothing really.

M: And now we have a warning from our teacher and an angry Thalia.

T: FLUFFY, I WILL BASH YOU WITH MY SPOON, DO YOU HEAR ME?

MP: Who's Fluffy?

M: You.

MP: Ah, gee, thanks Mir.

M: You're welcome.

MP: That was sarcasm.

M: I know.

T: You have been warned, Fluffy.

MP: You need a nickname, Thal. You're the only one without one.

M: No, she has one. Wolf girl.

MP: But, but...YOU, Mir, are Freddy, and I'm apparently Fluffy....Thalia needs on that starts with F!

T: No, that's really okay.

MP: How about.....Feathers?

T: OH GOD NO

M: Why?

T: Feathers was the name of my imaginary friend as a child. It was a griffin.

MP: Oh.....that's....disturbing.

T: Yeah.

M: We'll think of another one. Don't worry, Thal.

T: I hate you. I hate you ALL.

MP: I love you too, Miss Fluffaluffagus.

T: NO.

MP: Why nottttt.....?

T: Call me that and die.

M: I think it's too close to Mar's nickname anyway.

MP: True, true.

T: Cool story, bro.

M: The bell will ring soon. See y'all in study hall!

MP: We'll probably get in trouble for passing notes there, too.

T: Not probably. Definitely. (Since when does Mir say 'y'all'....?)

M: SINCE YOUR FACE!

T: GET OFF MY LAWN!

MP: BOTH OF YOU! GET OFF MY LLAMA FARM!

M: Or...?

MP: I kill you with a fry pan.

T: OH LOOK THE BELL! I have maths now, bye! Have fun dying by fry pan, Freddy!

MP: Hmm....Thalia ran off with a Mir running after her, yelling. So I'm writing to myself.....interesting, very interesting.....

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Yeah. Excuse the crappy writing. It's 11:00 p.m. and I've had a looooonnngggg day.


Should it be continued? If so, I'll need to think of a nickname for Thalia...