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Zen Strike
09 January 2012 @ 07:18 pm

This story begins like any other.
On a stormy night or picturesque day with aged tales of splendor and loss. In any form, it is simple in shape and complex in the deepest sense.
So how to begin? For this, there is no real beginning - just a time when it wasn't and a time when it was. Introductions were never necessary, memories always there.
You can't choose one point and start forwards because the rest of the story would be lost.
It simply begins like any other, with a word and an unspoken, unwritten promise of excitement.
Zen Strike
22 October 2011 @ 10:09 pm
i'm just really tired and trying to catch up.
Zen Strike
21 September 2011 @ 05:16 pm

give zenzen more *HUGS*

Get hugs of your own
Zen Strike
28 March 2011 @ 03:27 pm
I FINALLY HAVE A WORKING KEYBOARD. Laptop keyboard is fucked though.

So depressing. But now I can play DA2 without, you know, more frustration than is actually necessary.
Zen Strike
01 March 2011 @ 09:45 am
Stolen from omi!!!!! :D

-Most recent edition
-Movies in chronological order of release

Bold the movies you've seen.
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This is such a weird list. o_o
just a face in the crowd: cameron library
Zen Strike
03 February 2011 @ 07:11 pm
happy new year! still haven't started my paper. it's due tomorrow. sad.
Zen Strike
06 January 2011 @ 10:25 pm
zero thought.
Zen Strike
25 November 2010 @ 11:05 am
What things in life always give you warm fuzzies and make you feel comforted?

Zen Strike

“You plan on travelling?” The round woman who had shown Calora her room the night before was understandably shocked. She was frowning as she set the cluttered tray she was holding on the counter of the now empty pub. Calora gave her a nervous smile in return. “What a strange child you are” She snorted. “And perhaps foolish. You’ll excuse me for saying this, miss, but you shouldn’t be puttering about in the rain.”

            “The rain doesn’t always hurt,” Calora reminded her in a soft voice, pulling the hood of her cloak up. She had left her hair loose and it caught in the front, clumping strangely at the base of her neck. The woman snorted again.

            “Yes, yes.” She waved a dismissing hand then sent Calora another worried look. “I suppose we won’t be seeing you again.”

            The smile on the girl’s face twitched only slightly as she tucked stray strands of hair into her hood. “I suppose not.”

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13849 / 50000 words. 28% done!
Zen Strike
07 November 2010 @ 08:40 pm
i am suddenly reminded of why i've rewatched kyou kara maou so many times i can probably recite the first episode off the top of my head. ♥ !!!