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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 11, 2007 16:37:51 GMT -5
If you wish to be in the Writing Contest, then post whatever you wrote here. Remember, it has to be over 500 words (I'm gonna check!) and it must include the word Kalopanax. Have fun!!
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Post by Skri on Dec 11, 2007 17:39:30 GMT -5
...Kalopanax?
Is that even a word? o_0
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 11, 2007 17:58:00 GMT -5
Yes, it is. Believe me, I should know. I'll laugh if no one gets the word. =3
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Post by Skri on Dec 11, 2007 21:34:30 GMT -5
Okay, so... I found nothing on Dictionary.com about Kalopanax. So...
WHAT does it mean? o_0
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 12, 2007 17:01:38 GMT -5
Not telling! =0 It's easy to find if you look in the right places.
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Post by Skri on Dec 12, 2007 17:43:55 GMT -5
Oh, great... I have to look...
I search for things daily on this site with a million different pages, and it bugs me... Another hint? pleeease ?D:
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 12, 2007 18:34:48 GMT -5
Starts with a G...
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Post by Skri on Dec 12, 2007 18:43:51 GMT -5
G... A-...G... Uh... -badguesser- Game? Goad? GOLF!?
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 12, 2007 18:46:01 GMT -5
... xD G as in a search thing on the internet...
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Post by Skri on Dec 12, 2007 18:54:03 GMT -5
Oh! GOOGLE!
I got it... May I use Kalopanax more than once?
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 12, 2007 19:05:43 GMT -5
Yeah, sure, you may use it as often as you like. =3
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Post by Skri on Dec 12, 2007 19:27:35 GMT -5
Native to Northest Asia...
Meaning basically Russia, right? It'll make life a hell of a lot easier if it is.
And... I might not have time THIS friday. Is it possible to extend it to next friday, or sometime in the middle of the week? I haven't started it yet.
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Dec 12, 2007 19:49:45 GMT -5
Hmm, maybe... I just put down Friday because that's when Tsub gets her computer back. This was just suppose to be entertainment until she gets back AREN'T I FUN!?!??! \(^o^)/
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Post by Skri on Dec 12, 2007 19:59:06 GMT -5
xD Okay. Well, I'll get on it soon I guess.
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Post by Skri on Dec 13, 2007 10:59:56 GMT -5
Who - Dimitri Kolesnik
What - Living the life of no innocence.
Where - Petrozavodsk North East Russia
When - Present Time...
Why - I feel like it.
How - Well, when a mommy and a daddy like each other very much...The Secret of Dimitri“Alone...”
The word had been whispered too many times.
Down, deep in the dark, stood a four foot tall figure. Grasped tightly in his hand was a sharp instrument of destruction, blood dripping from the blade. Through the window pane from the side, the moonlight poured into the room, giving a faint glow to the room. The figure was smirking, smirking devilishly. His knuckles were a deathly pale, and he was laughing-- Laughing ever so quietly to himself, laughing the slightest bit. “They’re gone... They’re all gone,” he spoke in a mumble. As the time passed his chuckle grew louder and louder, finally culminating at the stage of hysterical laughter. Beside him were two bodies, sprawled out onto the ground. One had their shirt drenched with a deep mahogany, while the other was almost stuck to the ground like glue with the same color, just dried on the carpet.
Open your eyes...
Quickly, the dull color of the boy’s eyes flashed green, and a throbbing pain came to his skull. Leave me alone! I am the one in control... Now, open your eyes... Never! I like how I am now! I have my own free will! You arrogant boy... You don’t know what’s happened, have you. Let us find out, shall we?
The boy’s eyes had flashed from the dull gray to the deep green numerous times before they appeared to be the same deep green, surprisingly staying that way. Quickly, he looked at the knife in his hand with utter surprise. “H-how did I get here!?” He dropped the blade, instantly curling his hands in. Not only did he know where he was, but he didn’t know what was laid before him, on the floor, dead. Quickly, the boy looked over, eyes widening in shock. “...M-mom?” He looked at the one corpse, followed by the other. “...D-d-dad!?”
Dropping to his knees, heart racing completely, he shut his eyes. “Mom! Dad!” Restraining the tears, though they came straight out. He let out a scream of pain and agony, yet with mourn pitched in at the same time. “N-no, this... This can’t be. It’s just a dream. I’m just going to... Wake up, and see them again,” he whispered. “If not, I’m... I’m...”
The word had been whispered too many times.
“Alone...”
“Fyga ib... Dmitri-sama... Fyga ib... Lusa uh... Fyga ib...”
The boy so called Dmitri let out a scream, the same as from years before, just not as loud. Quickly, stomach seething, he looked at his brother. “Adoku-san... Fryd rybbahat?” Adoku looked at Dmitri, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You had a nightmare again...” he spoke softly. “About... The night...” Grinning, Dimitri sat himself up, looking out the window with a smile. “I did, huh...” he uttered, closing his eyes. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” “Fourteen years, to be exact,” Adoku pointed out with a finger, ignoring the fact that he probably sounded stupid. Dimitri was his best friend, and he had to be there for him.
The smile faded from Dimitri’s lips as a scowl then tugged at his lips. “It won’t go away... I-I lost my innocence...” “Don’t be pessimistic.” “I was eight years old, and I murdered my parents...” “Dimitri-sama! Lyms!”
Once Adoku cried to calm, Dimitri did so, looking at his friend. Adoku put on a half smile, letting his hand drag away back to it’s normal position. “Let’s get some air. Come. The hats and coats are in the cupboard.” Both of them had risen, getting themselves over to the small pale wood placed on the wall. It was opened, and soon it was barren, the two coats and hats being taken out and put on. The outfits were identical; Dimitri wore a Russian Black Rabbit Fur winter hat with a tan trench coat, and Adoku had worn the opposite; a Russian White Raabit Fur came over his head, while a black trench coat fell down to his knees.
Walking out the door, the two got themselves into the frigid air, keeping their breath low to keep from the heat and cold forming together to create the steam-like material escaping to the air. It bothered Adoku, yet Dimitri always found it fun to just open his mouth and let air come out; even for a 22 year old, he was quite childish. Adoku ignored it, but even he himself could be different as well; it didn’t matter.
“It’s actually a good idea we came out here...” He spoke, looking over at Dimitri, who had already been puzzled. “Why?” He inquired quietly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the coat. “Dimitri, I have to tell you something...” Quickly, the pal took Dimitri over to the side, concern in his eyes. “You know how in some criminal cases it takes a few years to solve cases?” He didn’t get it; in Petrozavodsk, there hadn’t been anything like that for years. The only things that had been strange were sightings of the usual uncommon Kalopanax tree, which were almost out in front of them, maybe a good few meters away. It was almost amazing out the trees could survive in any temperature, especially like one in this area. “...Yeah? What about it?”
Biting his lip gently, Adoku sighed. “The Kolesnik case... The case of your parents...” He paused, looking away for a moment. “They’re still trying to solve it, and the muderer... Is...”
Almost in an instant Dimitri’s eyes grew dull; the words of his friend were now blocked. “Is me, I know,” he spoke, his voice rather deeper than it had been originated. “Fysa ib, Dimitri! Ubah ouin aoac!”
Grabbing Adoku by the shoulder with his left hand, he smirked. “Dimitri? Hm... Never heard of ‘im.” Out of his right wrist came a blade, covered with purple-looking blood. Moving his right arm back, Dimitri paused before his eyes flashed to original color only for a few seconds. “Adoku-san! E ys cunno!” His eyes came back to gray, and the blade locked into his right wrist was jabbed into Adoku’s stomach.
“Fyga ib... D-dmitri-sama... Fyga i-...ib...”
There are 1012 words in this document, not counting anything before the header, anything in brackets, the header itself, and this little passage.
(If you would like to find out what all of the ‘unknown’ speaking was, it was Al Bhed, translated from www.pixelscapes.com/twoflower/albhed.html . I just thought it would be unique, just for both of them to speak Al Bhed. After all, there’s a ton of different accents/languages in Russia. I only got this done 'cause I'm sick, so the bottom half of when Dimitri is older might be a bit hazy... Can't think.)[/b]
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