The Original Character Interview Meme

Pick an original character from any work you choose, then answer the following questions in character...

1. Care to introduce yourself? The name's Nic.  I'm a near billionaire megalomaniac, apparently.  The "apparently" is for the megalomaniac bit.  Personally, I would just call it superiority.

The Tigress is coming... )
ms_scarletibis: (Angelina)
( May. 14th, 2013 12:32 am)
 I haven't posted in ages, but I had to post this somewhere.  I received this letter the other day from my official website, and I think I figured out who he is...but that's neither here nor there--I just wanted to share what he wrote to me.  While I hate the fact that if this is from who I think it's from (and he's married), I still appreciate how awesome it was of him to write this.  So...

Comments: I want to first offer this disclaimer: when a man randomly compliments a woman, it is often looked through the prism of "This guy wants play / a date / financial support / security... etc." and while unfortunate, I don't necessarily think that is the wrong way to think. I have a little sister that has dated her own fair share of scumbags.

Read more... )
So, I started this...a year or more ago, and finally finished it this week.  It's unbeta-ed and rough, but it was something that was on my mind, and it's hard to find betas for fan fic that isn't Spuffy :p  So, here it goes!

Alternate s3

Spike goes back to California to die by the slayer's hands after Dru leaves him.  Except when he gets there, he doesn't find the slayer he was looking for...

“The Good Soldier” 

Look into my eyes. Be in me...

It had been three months since...

Since she had died.

ms_scarletibis: (Evil Sexy Vamps)
( Dec. 28th, 2011 01:39 pm)
Or so he's been called, apparently.

Blah, blah, blah. )
And... )
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( May. 15th, 2009 07:44 pm)
So, in that meme thing, Missus_Grace was the only one to ask me to write about something (I'm guessing I scared everyone else off :P), and she chose the topic of pets.

I have a dog--a German Shepard--named Linc. I am totally a dog person. There's just something too small about cats (and small dogs), that make me wary.

However, if I were eccentric, I'd totally get a white Bengal tiger, cause they're fucking kick ass. There's just something so incredibly majestic about them, and they're my total favorite of all the big cats. Black leopards would be second, I think.

My first pet ever was a German Shepard/other mix, named Brita. I was about seven, and tried to take care of her as best as I could. But at that point in time, my mom was working on her Masters degree, and I spent most of my after school time at my Aunt's house, which left Brita home alone. This is why one day, after getting back from a sleepover at my cousins, I came home to find my dog gone. My mom saw a nice couple walking down the street apparently, and decided to give her away. Just like that.

That's all I have to say about that one.

Wait, no I don't.

I told my mom that if she ever did that with Linc, I'd never forgive her. Needless to say, he's still here, and one of the best damn dogs ever. He's very loving, and kind of emotional. He always howls when he's sad, and is extremely hyper. He's trained well enough, but purposely hard headed. I loves my Linc.

Oh, and if you didn't know, German Shepards are great family pets. I'd totally rec them.
So I'm posting this questionaire of firsts, or what have you.  It's a quickie, so I figured what the hell?

ms_scarletibis: (Drusilla)
( Dec. 12th, 2007 07:58 pm)
Whoops--wrong holiday!  Here's a Christmas meme I stole from UB who stole it from pfeifferpack.  Also, I'm super glad that school's out!!  Fan fic, here I come!

ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Oct. 1st, 2007 11:34 pm)

Summary: S/B Takes place immediately after "Showtime."

ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 9th, 2007 04:11 pm)


Was really Super Good.  Okay, I can't be the first person that typed that out.

(Warning: A review from an analytical standpoint with a few spoilers.)

ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 2nd, 2007 09:08 pm)

I'm totally like website, LJ, icon, banner, whatever else is pretty challenged, so if anyone has anything they'd like to share or create for me, please feel free.  You've seen my LJ...

ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 2nd, 2007 08:42 pm)
Well, I've been thinking... I have all of these non Spuffy ideas in my head, and no website to post them to.  So, I'm going to start promoting my LJ, and posting all non spuffy fics (probably mostly one shots) here!  The first is one I wrote earlier this summer-- my first Spangel, and it's kinda angsty.  

Here's what to look forward to soon:

Xander/Tara (trust me, I have this idea for a new s4 fic, and this is one of the pairings...)
Willow/Forrest (odd, isn't it?  But once the idea came to me, I couldn't shake it)
Faith/Angel possibly...

other stuff.

Hope to see you there :D
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Jan. 9th, 2006 10:59 pm)
Man, I haven't been on here in like, a year or something. I'm thinking of updating real soon. I have no math or science classes, next semester- just three writing classes and yoga. Sounds easy, right? Well, no, it's not. I've got the worst case of writer's block in my entire life. I can't write anyting- not my journal, not a blog, not fan fiction or the stuff I should be finishing to attempt at getting published. It's way depressing...

So, as of right now, my love life (or lack thereof)sucks, my imagination sucks, as does my sleeping patterns (I'm like turning into a vampire now). God, I'm so sleepy. I've been trying to keep up with my New Year's Resolution of losing thirty pounds by June, but dammit, I swear The Food Network is purposely trying to sabotage me. Alrighty, well, I'm going to reread some of my old material, and hope to God that it will spark something new in my imagination. Cause if it's like this now, I'm sure as hell gonna be screwed when the semester starts. This hiatus of my mind scares me...
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Oct. 13th, 2004 07:40 am)
Around the time of eighth grade graduation, everyone kept telling me how it would be so new and exciting at high school. Teachers and family members alike informed me of how I would be on my own, and that it would be very easy to fail if I was not careful.

Initially, my mother did not want me to attend Whitney Young, for she was afraid of the dangers of public transportation.

“It’s not safe for young women.”

“You have to go underground through those tunnels. Who knows what freak or pervert is hiding out down there? Who knows what may happen?”

My grandmother wasn’t much help either. According to her, I would probably end up raped and killed in the first week. It appeared as if I would not be attending my high school of choice ever since the sixth grade. They wanted me to go to Morgan Park- the closer neighborhood school that everyone went to. It just wasn’t for me.

I told them I felt confident enough in the fact of being a careful, intelligent person, and would be fine. Finally, they relented- with warnings of course.

“Never talk to strangers.”

“Never, ever sit in the back of the bus.”

“Always keep your emergency money hidden in your book bag.”

“Don’t you dare take a nap on that train! You might get robbed or God knows what.”

The first day of school though, I was terrified. My previous knowledge of public transportation consisted of two trips downtown on the Metra, and a few bus rides all within a mile of my destination. That first day, I rode the local bus at seven o’clock in the morning to the Dan Ryan, where I proceeded to head downtown and to the West side.

I thought that with my head phones on and favorite CD, I would be able to let everything else fade away. Of course I was wrong. Who knew that there would be so many loud, interesting people on the train? All with a story to tell, looking for hand outs, wanting to express their creative sides?

Nearly all of them began with a mere “May I have your attention please?” And ended with “May God
bless you, my brothers and sisters.” Like other passengers on the train, I soon became cynical. Besides, it was too early in the morning to be hearing all of that.

“Got any loose change, my sister?”

“No, well, not for you anyway.” I’d reply to myself. They never got a response from me. I just ignored them or feigned that I was asleep. [One incedent, actually, an old woman gave a begging man her loose change. He threw a hissy fit and yeled at her “This ain ‘t enough!”]

Before that, I always thought of myself as a “humanitarian junior” of sorts- always wanting to help people. But in that first year, I was just plain annoyed. In my annoyance, it also made me somewhat intelligent in the environment (though not intelligent enough), since I never participated in its activities. Even though some were intriguing with their special deals of CDs, batteries, phone cords, body oils, candy, and bootlegged DVDs.

I wish I had kept my cynicism throughout the duration of high school, however, for in junior year, I finally let my guard down. I allowed myself to be cheated, bamboozled, hoodwinked, and stolen from. Several people were on the train that afternoon, on a day I got out of school early, no less. Three of them were working together. If I had paid attention and looked closely, I would have noticed that fact. The woman who was sitting close to me immediately got up and left as soon as she saw them- moving to the other side of the train (why didn’t I pick up on that?). Why she did not warn me- an innocent to this type of situation, I do not know.

There was a man playing a simple game of three bottle caps. He said to “find the red ball.” The man was his first challenger, and he lost. Twenty bucks. But it seemed so easy! The woman played next, won once, then lost two times after. I kept thinking to myself “How could you not see that?!” In reality, I was the blind one. In my naivete, I took the challenge and guessed right.

“No, no. You didn’t put up any money for this round.” Put up money next time, and I’ll double it.”

What can I say, I had “IDIOT” written in big, bold, red letters on my forehead and lost forty bucks that day. He switched the ball on me and cheated me! Then ran off the train. What could I do? Well, I cried. I never cried so much in my life, I think. And I was going to buy me a new outfit with that money! But life’s lessons are always the hardest. I guess the moral of this story would be “DTA- Don’t trust anybody.” Especially your gut instinct when you believe you know it all, and really know nothing.
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Oct. 11th, 2004 10:09 am)
Work sucks. School somewhat sucks. I'm not sure if it's comforting or not that anyone will ever read this, but whom the *expletive* cares. I think I may quit my job. Applebee's fucking sucks ass. I don't know. I'm just waiting for that "soon I'll be rich and famous" bit to come in my life, but the mere thought of thinking is really, really tiring.
I'm not sure what I'm talking about here, and I don't believe that I care. Oh well, such as life, blah, blah, blah.
I have so many thought, that it’s too cluttered to write out. At least now, anyway. It’s terrifying going out into the unknown- reading the unknown. Half of the time, I’m not sure what I’m writing about. After serious consideration, rereading, typing it out, reading it again, then I can figure out what it all means. What does this all mean?
Stream of consciousness… an interesting creative writing tool indeed! Geeze, work sucks. I don’t mean the type of work you’re proud of, or hard work, or working all day. It’s okay if at the end of the day, you know you’re getting paid appropriately. Unfortunately, this isn’t so for me.
It was a lot easier in grammar school- allowance, easy schoolwork, easy in general. But easy isn’t necessarily good. To go back in time? I prefer to look forward. But if I could just visit a particularly good day, then why not? It’s just a visit after all. I think it’s cool to look back and reflect.
Okay, I still don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. I’m okay with that, though.

Flip flopping- hah! What a funny term. What? You can’t change your mind? Especially when you get more perspective on a situation? Sometimes, people just have no common sense. Blah di blah; yada, yada, yada.

“They say freak, when you’re singled out. And the red, it filters through.”
“Trust has always been a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you.”
“I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. No fault, none to blame. It doesn’t mean I don’t desire.”
“The whole race- genocide. Taking away all of our pride. Our whole race- genocide. Taking away… Watch it all fall down.”
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Oct. 9th, 2004 02:50 pm)
Work sucks. School sort of sucks. I'm not sure if it's comforting or not that no one will ever read this, but who the fuck cares. I think I may quit my job. Applebee's fucking sucks ass. I don't know. I'm just waiting for that "soon I'll be rich and famous" bit to come in my life, but the mere thought of thinking is really, really tiring.

I'm not sure what I'm talking about here, and I don't believe that I care. Oh well, such as life, blah, blah, blah.

I wish I had some money.
I wish I had a man.
I wish I had some liquor.
Wish I had a helping hand.

Yeah, I know it already! It fucking sucks considering the fact I'm supposed to be a writer, but no one is gonna read this shit anyway, so ha! Ha, ha, ha!!!!

No, I'm not bloody insane. Perhaps only the schizophrenic part of me is. Oops, did I just refer to myself as parts of a whole- some parts of which not sane? Jill is becoming very uncomfortable with this train of thought. What happened to creative Jill? She sure as hell didn't go on a drinking binge, let me tell you. Though Jill sure wishes that she could- even if for a moment. Hope I go to the club on Monday- Club Buzz, have ya heard of it?

Peace out!
Ms. Scarlet
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 29th, 2004 02:56 pm)

Haven't typed anything in awhile. Here goes. A livejournal is live cause it's on the internet (I guess) and is a journal cause I'm writing it. Like a journal. Live diary sounds lame, and its not really a story, just stuff. I just started college this week, and if it wasn't for the I have to wake up at a certain time and endure the stupid CTA and red line, it would be aight.
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 25th, 2004 01:15 am)
Hmm... I suppose I should tell my friends that I actually have a live journal, well, at least someone besides Tiffany. I suppose I'm waiting for the right moment. I could post all of my crap up here, but I need order to the chaos. This may potentially be the shortest post ever. Heh, whatever.
ms_scarletibis: (Default)
( Sep. 21st, 2004 01:06 pm)
Well, it's been a full thirty minutes. No one has replied. What am I to do? Keep putting up random shit of course. What can I say? I am so bored. Won't check this till tomorrow (okay, alright; later tonight probably) and hopefully, I'll have something to respond to.