Freewrite 8-14
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As I’m currently on the road, typing my fingers off, the time is around 8:44 which is knida amusing since I was asleep for six more hours after I woke up at like 10 in the morning. So it’s actually 8:45 pm. I’m currently thinking about….well…thinking about completing ….no starting…my fanfiction. I already have some willing readers on Gaia who’ll help be beta-ead it…so I should be oay.
What’s eerie though is that the moon is distinctly orange is full. It has a s trage luminescence that makes it feel as though something mysterious…something strange is going to happen. It’s over the blue ridge of Virginia which makes the contrast even more disconcerting; an orange moon rising over a blue mountain, the air seems stilled between heaven and earth. I’m somewhat tired and I noticed that I pass behind a Gas sign Exit 227…I think. We’re next to (612) Verona which will appear in 1 Mile.
I just felt like typing that for my own amusement. Anyways, I’m going back to Georgia once more; my college life is once again going again. People I’ve met and people I’ve seen will return, and I just realized that someone had called me and I didn’t pick up. My little brother is currently playing with his Gameboy DS, playing some sort of double-screened game. My mother is driving on the road with the high beams on her maroon van which is stuffed full of my books, my clothes, my essentials, and my not-so-essentials. The dad’s reading a comic on the passenger side seat while I sit behind him.
We passed a food sign that stated Exit 225 that Holiday Inn had suddenly become a food place. Hilarious in an odd sort of way. Meh. Anyways, I think I have a story to write. I’ve read quite a bit on “How to Make a Short Story” and I have a lot of things to think about now. I want to try to become such a powerful writer that the things left unsaid matters. However, right now, I will try out a third-person perspective from the view of Minato for the Persona 3 Fanfiction.I’m pretty much freewriting a metawrite because I don’t have the mental stamina to think right now….I do notice that my reflection on the right van window kinda shows me typing the words onto the computer in its reflection…the line of words growing from right to left until it drops down to repeat the process again.
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Now, I would like to start with a flashback of Minato’s pass, particularly the car crash incident. I’m going to make Aigis’s parents ( in this fanfic she ISN’T a robot) the ones at fault, drunk lunatics the bunch of them/ Both sets of parents didn’t survive, but Minato distinctly remembers blue eyes and blonde hair….err..maybe not….blue eyes maybe since many of the people in Persona have blue eyes like Ryoji and Pharos. I want the fanfic for him to remember everything in a green tint, a sign of his mental state and not of the dark hour.
I find it amusing that I’ve been planning this fanfiction for a while and not really typing anything of substance down. I guess I was busy trying to break Gaia’s economy and all that without spending a single cent. –yawn- Anyways, I’m mildly tired even after sleeping more than 14 hours of the day away. I can’t help myself since I pretty much took medicine with Codeine in it, so I’m meant to become sleepy. What’s worse is that the more I sleep, the sleepier I get. –sigh-
Anyways, afterwards, I would like to introduce Minato to the hospital, though I’m not sure he has an escort to do this or something else. The people in the hospital and go to Gekkoukan are smart. Chidori is too sickly most of the time to go to Gekkoukan but Junpei visits her a lot. In fact, I’ll give Minato a quick glimpse of some of the people inside the hospital such as Chidori, Takaya, and Pharos… Elizabeth and Igor will have their slightly superior positions though no one really knows that Elizabeth herself is a patient, though she has special status.
Kirijo will have a self-inflated sense of importance to the outside world, but she doesn’t act like this towards the other two. Ryoji will have a nasty…affair with Mitsuru, but she takes it all in stride. Her grandfather will play a part along with Yukari’s father, Eichiro. OMG. Ikutsuki needs to be in, but I want him to be not-so-insane; the actual prankster…bad joke…making person. >>. He might have aspirations to overthrow the Kirijo empire, but I’ll leave that for later.
Takaya, Jin, and Chidori’s “Revenge Request” will be in the past…and well…Ryoji uses it when I write a short story. It serves as the small connection that Takaya and Nyx has. Oh, Takaya does worship Nyx, but he still has a small connection with Ryoji. Ryoji uses Takaya to eliminate the bodyguard who ends up sodomizing Pharos and pretty much breaking him. Takaya is able to get off with insanity, Ryoji’s attempt at making things good for Takaya. Takaya is insane though, thinking the murders he does is a form of justice that’ll allow him to ascend to Nyx’s throne.
Jin and Chidori are minor in this. Jin manages the website and Chidori was too sickly to do anything. That’s why Chidori doesn’t renounce any of the other two because they did do it for her (for Takaya, in an indirect way). Chidori learns about Takaya’s lack of care for her when Takaya shoots Junpei. Yes, Junpei gets shot trying to protect Chidori and ends up in critical condition…hmm…maybe not….but it’s a good idea to start.
The point of this story is to show people’s connections to others. Minato may not be connected to Takaya, Jin, or Chidori directly, but he is connected to Junpei, Ryoji, and Akihiko. The story will be –centric to three characters I think: Ryoji, Minato, and Aigis. I could also make it Junpei-centric also, but it’ll b a bit annoying. I can play the part of a fool, and it’ll be amusing too. >.> Anyways, I would like him to be introducted to Elizabeth early if not Igor. I think this will be a story of Minato’s recovery as well as Aigis’s.
Minato suffers from hypersomnia and a psychosis that makes him try and please everyone (hence the cipher’s mask). He suffers hypersomnia since they are simply the only connection to his parents; Minato has very vivid dreams every time he closes his eyes, mainly of events in his past. I don’t think the psychosis is to please everyone is good…but his intelligence makes him try to do so…Minato is unconsciously manipulative, trying to solve everyone’s problems and, like Ryoji, ends up becoming more charming.
I’m still deciding whether he should go to Gekkoukan for the second chapter, but I think I’ll hold off on it. Tatsumi Memorial Hospital is owned by Kirijo as I recall, and the Moonlight Bridge is still in action. That’s how he was in the paddy wagon, an unmarked florist’s van being transported to his new location. His aunt didn’t want him nor did his remaining relatives, so he lives in the hospital under the protection of Kirijo just like Akihiko and Shinji (who live in the dorms actually and suffers a lack of psychosis). Ken’s mother is something I have a question about…I’m not sure to keep her alive or not. I want to keep the characters alive for as long as possible, but sometimes it’s not meant to be. Meh, I’m still confused about it. Oh well, it’s kinda comforting to know that I can do this typing to just think…
Anyways, to my current situation on the road…
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The red lights dot the highway that we’re moving on while green signs, probably an inch in width and half-a-foot in length fly past me, attached to the metal guidebars which prevent people from going “WHEEEEEEEEEE” off the mountain. Dark trees or...is it grass…surround us in perfect blackness. The occasional pole passes us by, but I’m not sure what they’re for. A sign that’s not green we go past, labeled, “Virginia Horse Center” Exit 191…it’s brown.
A large truck, its back silver meltal and the lower part labeled with orange and white bars also goes past. There are many trucks and the one that passes by is so close that I can read the Caution sign that states the truck makes wide right turns. Blue signs pass us commenting about lodging and camping locations too.
865 HMN is a license plate that comes from a black…I think…vehicle on the road. It’s a bit hard to see color in this area of near-total blackness, barely lit by the headlights of cars. Everyone’s going much faster than us. I think I can tell that…as they all go farther and farther away without stopping. Only the truck in front of us with the “Caution: sign is going slower than us…and we slowly overtake the vehicle.
We’re at its side….I can see the doubled whellls. We’re at its front….and now we clear it. The dark-tinted window blocks the man’s face as we go past. Now we pass by a white vehicle…again…the window is too dark to see clearly through. I see a thick yellow line on the left side of the road, inches from our wheel….we pass by a silver van..the man/woman’s chin seems smooth and that’s the only feature I can see on him/her. I see a “Buckle Up” Virgina sign, blue, when we go past..
I also see a “Speed Limit enforced by Aircraft” sign. With the price of fuel nowadays (though my mom seemed to have found a 3.53 dollars per unleaded gallon), I don’t think that’s a plausible thing now.
“Steep Grade Ahead – Reduce Speed During Hazardous Weather,” a yellow sign, passes us by. I haven’t seen it yet. Maybe it’s farther down this highway of complete darkness. It’s so dark that even the stars aren’t peeking out. I’m not sure if the trees around us are blocking the light or if it is indeed that dark. I can barely see faint sillouettes of things, but all I do is see my own reflection…
I can see the tiny pimples on my cheeks. The barely red lips of my face and the my nose. The left side of my reflected face is in darkness….I can see the color of my shirt, illuminated by the computer, which is a color red…and the strap of my seatbelt which is a brownish-grey. A van passes us by with the label GMC and the license plate of SRF-39P. I notice it said New Jersey on it…the TV was on in their car, providing faint illumination to the passengers inside….
Vehicles come past us fast now…I can’t detail them all, but they ironically came alternatingly…silver, black, silver…and then a red one. My mom takes sip from her Poland Spring water bottle. I only know this because I helped pack the set of 20-bottles. We seem to have past a rest stoff exit. I can faintly see signs in the distance such as a “NO LEFT TURN” white sign with the symbol marking it, but other than that we’re in darkness. I have finally decided that the trees are not blocking it…the sky is truly a sickl grey. I see a “This Exit” sign that states Budget Inn on it…a billboard which probably means another highway in the distance.
We finally go past a overhang bridge which I think had a tiny green sign that read [Rte 460]. An “Authorized Vehicles Sign”, white, passes us; a small divide in the green hedge barrier opening to allow “said authorized vehicles “through to the other side of the highway…that other side where if you’re driving in the same direction we are…you’d probably be worried. A sign that says Rte 692..I know for sure…passes us. It’s green too. Ironically, a truck has [YELLOW] written in orange,,, its number is 125786. The phone number on the back reads 1-800-GO-YELLOW and the website is www.goyellow.com [I think]. Apparently the opposite side of the highway is higher than us. Greatly higher than us. My dad has his feet propped up on the passenger side where the airbags deploy. Anyways….red roof inns and another inn advertise themselves on a billboard again, our side this time to the right.
I feel slightly more awake now which is amusing since I don’t normally feel awake nowadays. We just entered into a new county in Virginia. I saw one of those leaving and entering signs, but I didn’t catch the name. however, I did read a [Entering Virginia’s Technology Corridor] sign. The road seems empty….and we are currently going forward more as usual. I see a billboard involving Exits 137 and 141 dvertising Comfort Suites and Quality Inn respectively….Comfort Suites advertises some sort of Jaccuzi and Quality Inn advertises a complimentary hot breakfast. A yellow diamond sign reads 14’ – 6” with two arrows pointing up and do- and we just past the bridge that labeled said bridge. I thougth I just saw lightning flash, but it was probably my imagination. It’s rather vivid you know.
Heh heh, I just remembered the line in 4koma “I just want to exercise my imagination” which Kite says as Blackrose is going afk leaving her avatar….anyways….slight perversion aside… We passed another blue sign involving Burger King and Mountain [ridge] inn, can’t remember the word after mountain. Meh. I’m technically a reliable author. Exit 168 –[614 Arcadia 1 mile] flew past us. “Traffic Info Tune Radio to 1450 AM” urgent message when flashing, blue/yellow sign passed us, I’m nbot totally sure about the radio number. Oooo. A watch for merging Traffic sign too. Buchanana 11 Exit 167 – ¾ mile also flies past us. Heh heh. I’m a bit tired.
We have neither passed or let other cars pass us during this entire time….which is odd….guess the road is blnk. The time is now 9:42 pm. So if you’re reading this, you’ve seen me ramble for almost an hour. Congratulations. You’re probably insane like I am. White sign “Emergency Stopping only”, I can’t read the finer letters in the darkness…though I’m the only person in my family that doesn’t wear glasses…or contacts in my little brother’s case. Ironicalyl enough, I’m also the person who abuses his eyes the most…such as staring into the sun when I was younger or keeping my eyes open becoming a near-habit….I don’t really blink as often as a regular person….heh heh. Irony. Is this the steep incline. Rte 43 [Narrow Passage Rd.], green sign.
Another Authorized Vehicles Only Sign. No more hedges. The metal guidebar is almost a divider; it goes road, divider, gap of space, divider, road again. I feel the onset of Carpal Tunnel coming on..meh. Anyways, I’m listening to a P3 [MAD] video, Now or Never. I can’t even understand a word they say, but the tune is catchy and bumpy and dramatic…which is kinda all of the things I like put together. Heh heh. It does too much “multiple screens of the same thing” though, but it’s still good…compared to some other videos.
Anyways, we past a couple trucks… on the opposite road…and a Texaco/Subway on our right. I think it was Subway anyways. My memory is shitty when it comes for random things. If you give me mathematics or science, I can usually remember it. Everyday mundane things, poof, in one ear and out the other…makes people question whether my mind is really just a bucket filled with holes. I think I’m getting thirsty. >.>. Maybe I should drink some water soon…meh, later.
Blue sign. Rest Area, 2 miles. I always wondered if the rest areas were just made for the sake of being rest areas….or are they funded by some other outside source other than the state government. Chesapeke Bay Watershed, we just left according to a sign. We also have a blue sign coming up with Brugh’s Mill being a food……
Another rest area sign, next exit, which also has a handicap-accesible symbol as another sign attached to the bottom left of the rest area sign. We’re passing by a couple of cars now. I’m getting a bit tired of writing and I realized I saved this as Freewrite 8 and not freewrite 8-14…so I’ll have to change that soon lest I accidently overwrite this one -___-. So irksome.
It’s been a long time that I simply did a freewrite for the sake of freewriting. Meh.
Oh well, Benson….seems to inspire something in my writing. For those of you who don’t know what goes on in my mind, Professor Benson is my English teacher for the summer….and I’m pretty sure he’s probably had the most effect on my writing compared to any other teacher I had. He lifted my pre-concieved notions of writng…such as writing without a voice…It’s a lot more fun to write with a voice than without one. I wrote my final in-class essay with a condescending voice. Heh heh. It was amusing to write too. I hope my professor appreciates it. Heh heh.
I have to brush up on my humor though; Professor Benson pretty much commented on my failings at it. I can’t help it. I’m not a very humorous person…unless they’re laughing at me which then makes me a humorous person. Heh heh. Otherwise, no, I’m not a humorous person. I’ve been trying to think of what is considered humorous and I’ve been writing a list of “rules” for humor. I think I’ve learned two. You can make up wit with absurdity such as “IDK MY BFF OSAMA.” If you can’t tell, it’s a spinoff of IDK MY BFF JILL, a phone commercial. I saw a comic of the girl getting slapped in the face for saying it…and I think that’s the right response. Gaaah, don’t hit me. DX.
Thoughts of that returned me to my muses, particularly Mura and, by…forgot that word, Tet. Anyways, enough about them. I saw a speed limit 60 sign….which is amusing along with a no-left-turn into Route 220 South for trucks. I’m sleepy. It’s almost 10:00 pm. Heh heh. Again, I’m replaying Now or Never, the [MAD] for Persona 3. Beautiful World is so much better though along with the [MAD] Burn My Dread extended version. Heh, I tried connecting to internet on the road. Worst failure ever. Heh heh.
The moon’s white now. Everything’s now a sickly orange hue from the lights though, but it’s better than that completely dark feeling. The trees are really really high here. I can tell they’re trees now. A sign Roanoke passes us too, green. Another sign passes us, but I’m not caring. I’m just thinking about…wow….
A city is in front of us. Lights light the horizon and I can see two golden arches marking Mcdonalds ahead. I saw a “Days Inn” sign in the right side before we descended down the hill, its view effaced by trees. Days Inn returns as we turn though in all of its glory. I can see the building now. We’re like in a half-city. CSigns of Gander MTN, Camping World on the top of their respective buildings pass us by…and then no more. We’re back on the highway without any sort of warning.
Blue Ridge Parkway, Exit 143…a brown sign passes us by. I’m coughing a bit…damn phlegm. Heh heh. Rte 1836…what the hell? Green sign just passed us by. Meh. The trees are black, the sky is brown, and the moon is white with a hint of very very faint orange. Yellow signs litter the left divergence of the road…..I can see a turck behind us that went down a near-hidden route from the back left….I hear the clicking of the left-turn signal as my mother switches to the left side of the lane….and then the right turn signal when she passes the car and turns.
“Alfred, are you reading books? Turn on the lights.”
“I’m not.”
“Youre going to ruin your eyes.”
“I know.”
A conversation between my mom and little brother. He’s currently playing his Nintendo DS. Yes, he’s still playing it, just like how I’m still typing inanely away on the computer because I’m torn from sleep and doing something semi-productive.
My brain feels half-melted. Wee we’re passing Salem Exit 140….311 with a badge-life symbol behind it. Salem Witch Trials, heh heh, which makes me think about Arthur Miller’s “The Crucible,” a fascinating story which deals with the topic of Mccarthiasm in a pre-world war II…actually, it’s about the Witch Trials and how people are pointing and saying “SHE’s A WITCH.” Meh, how irksome. People willing to sacrifice others for their safety…even friends and family….so irksome. People like them who’ll betray their friends are scum to me….anyways, we passed a blue sign and I only caught the food sign that shows KFC, Arby’s and Shoney’s….there were three more that I didn’t catch or remember. Sometimes, they’re the same thing for me. Heh heh.
Page 7. Wow. My word processor hates me. Typing like this is somewhat annoying since my elbows are unable to fall into my normal typing position; instead, they rest on the edge of my lapboard, getting numb and making it harder and harder to type. My computer is warm beneath the heel of my palms. I am replaying the Now or Never [MAD] again. DX. Well, now I did. Anyways….Christiansburg...12 miles. It’s part of a bigger sign….wait a sec…is that a school bus?
There’s a school bus far ahead of us…it’s back that is not light or window or back door, illuminating itself in the dark with a bright yellow. Holy lemming on rye. Yes, I like saying lemming on rye. Anyways….maybe my mom’s curious about it too…since it seems we’re driving faster..almost 70 mph on a 60 mph road. Heh heh. It’s a standard bus with the license plate of 118-160L. We just overtook the bus as I wrote that. I took the time to watch the Mad instead of just listening to the music…taking a break from my self-imposed brain dumping.
I just looked at a sign that said Wildflower “do not pick” in the middle of the divider between the highway roads….how odd…why not pick? There was more on the bottom but we passed it too fast. Understandable since people on the road aren’t going to be picking wildflowers unless you’re the protagonist of the song animals where he picked up his girl while on driving for oral sex while driving. Meh. We’re soon to be passing an Eagle tanker. I think it’s a tanker. It’s almost cylindrical, has a ladder on its back, and is trying to overtake the RV. The RV part wasn’t really part of my description…
Anyways, my brother is asking me to solve a puzzle for him because he’s dumb. Not really…felt like sayin it. It was easy and he calls it a lucky guess. He probably had trouble and askedm e to solve it for him. Loloololololl. Ha ha. Not really, just kidding Alfred. Meh, he doesn’t really care. Ha ha. Anyways, I’m sleepy. Interstate 77 has tunnel repairs, red sign, it says to call 1-800-Tunnell. I think…the latter part is an, I think. Anyways…am mildy tired now…my brother has decided o stop playing his game and sleep for a bit….a useful answer since I’m tired myself. I told myself to write the Persona fanfic a bit, but it seems that I only got a metawrite done…oh well. I did end up writing partiall y about my experience on the road…oh we have trees in the divider now….and now a hill.
My ears just popped. That was annoying. Well, sleeping time now. G’night people.
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