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November 27, 2014

So Things Change

Hi, all.

So if you've been paying attention, you'll know that I haven't posted in about two months.  Sorry about that.  And if you're here, you'll also know that about a month ago, I changed this blog's URL.  Sorry about that, too.  And if you've ever been in high school, you'll know that things change.

Let's talk about that.

On November 1, just after some of my friends had a heart-to-heart on Halloween night, they decided that it was necessary that we shut down the Role Play.  It had been causing some social, academic, and creative issues that I don't want to elaborate on on here, and in order to make things better, we thought it best to cut off all collaboration.  No more book.

So that sucks.  Obviously.  But you'll notice that this blog is still named Rousseaux, and its URL is still Anthony's birthday.  One of the conditions was that our individual characters are still ours, and we are free to do what we want with them.

So, since I'm not actively working on his development anymore, let's go ahead and post Anthony's character form here, for future reference.

So, I realize you have never been properly introduced: kids, meet Anthony; Anthony, meet the kids.

Anthony James Rousseaux
Gender:
Male
Born:
September 9th, 1992 (currently age 23, in the beginning of the story only 21)
Literary Status (Protagonist/Antagonist):
Uncertain
Shadow Ranking:
Was once Tier Nine Recruiter, now Tier Seven
Height:
6'4"
Appearance:
Tall and skinny, with narrow shoulders and a slightly lilting stride.  Really not incredibly strong.  (He has a knife, but in battle relies mostly on his cards.)  He has pale-gray hair trimmed just out of his eyes, which are a light brown.  He has a rather effeminate jawline and a thin nose. Anthony actually has lots of scars and a Shadow Mark on his left wrist, but he hides them with a Three of Clubs.
Sexuality:
Straight demisexual (needs to form emotional bonds before he can be interested in any-thing
sexual, kissing or otherwise)
Personality:  
Very quiet and very observant.  Not particularly light-hearted, but easygoing in most situations. He 's very private, and has to be pushed (or at times, negotiated with) in order to express his feelings because he's not sure they're critical to many situations, or his past because he's mostly ashamed of it.  
Flaws and Weaknesses:
Just because Anthony does not often acknowledge or act upon his emotions doesn't mean they don't trouble him regularly.  He spends a sizable amount of his time regretting things, and swallows every emotion he doesn't want to feel.  This is obviously unhealthy, and he has paid the price for it in many ways, on many occasions.
Skills:
Anthony is a card dealer; he has a magic deck of cards with a specific power each, categorized by suit ("Spade to Fight, Heart to Live, Club to Build, Diamond to Steal" - fighting, healing, illusion-casting and misc. cards, respectively).  He's also fast in a fight, if not particularly strong, and has good endurance.  He always has a diamond-made dagger on him for when he can't or won't fight with his cards.
Story/Backstory:
He had an English mother and an American father.  His father was a state representative for northern California, where Anthony lived on the family estate until he was old enough to go to school.  At that point, his parents began sending him away to a British boarding school every year, where he spent the holidays with his English grandparents, only coming home to California for the summers.  By the time he was ten, he really didn't have much of a relationship with his parents past maintaining social pretense.  
When Anthony's cousin Nathan's parents died, Nathan came to stay with them and became a fast family favorite, causing tensions to rise dramatically.  One day near the end of the summer, Anthony and Nathan had a fight that involved the Black Joker or Master Thief card tearing between them.  This killed Nathan, and Anthony received a jumble of all his interesting thoughts and memories which, as you can imagine, took a while to sort out.  Anthony's parents flipped and all social pretenses dropped, causing a huge fight.  
This was when Anthony ran away and was intercepted by the Shadows.
The Shadows recognized the potential in Anthony's card dealing power and made him a priority trainee, eventually turning him into a skilled Recruiter.
One of Anthony's first recruits was Dakota Black, when Anthony was thirteen and they both still believed in the Shadows.  They became fast friends, and Dakota's house became like Anthony's second (and at times, first) home.  
When Anthony was fourteen, he fell in love with a girl named Cassie Reed and couldn't bring himself to recruit her.  Dakota helped the couple to run away from the Shadows, and they tried to go into hiding, but did not succeed; thus, Anthony was forced to recruit Cassie.  She was immediately shipped off to another base, and he never saw her again.  A year later, another Shadow ratted out Dakota for helping them, and as punishment for their treason, Anthony had to kill him.  (At this time, Anthony was 15, Dakota was 14, and Raven - Dakota's little sister - was 11.)
Anthony shouldn't have killed Dakota because that's a really shitty thing to do to your best friend, but also because for the years to come, it gave the Shadows a hold on Anthony they hadn't had before.  They convinced him of how cowardly and unforgivable that was, among other things he'd done (recruiting Cassie, killing other people, etc.), and essentially used these things as blackmail to make him do even more shitty stuff.  (It was very important to them that he felt like he would never have an out.)
In order to deal with everything, Anthony made himself pretty much completely numb, and it worked until he was about nineteen (when he peaked and stopped climbing the Shadow ranks).  Then Raven ran away from home, and the Shadows assumed that it was because she'd found out about them or about Anthony killing her brother.  They immediately sent Anthony to either recruit her (despite her apparent lack of powers), or kill her.  He knew he could never recruit her, and at the thought of killing his friend's little sister, Anthony finally snapped.  He had a small mental breakdown because he couldn't manage to numb himself anymore, and he finally allowed his allegiances to drift from the Shadows.  For the next two years or so, he followed after Raven without actually catching her, and got demoted several times.
When our story starts, Anthony is on his way to recruit Raven to the Shadows, but sent on a detour to befriend and recruit the other characters.
Kill Count:
Unknown
I made this with an anime maker game;
I couldn't change the proportions so he
kinda looks like a twelve-year-old, but
it's supposed to be him after he leaves
the Shadows and joins the Army.
Same anime maker; this is him before
he peaked in the Shadow ranks, so probably
when he was eighteen or nineteen.  (He drank
very lightly then, but now doesn't drink at all;
it freaks him out.)

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Sara made this Anthony dragon with
her mad drawing skillz.  (No, Anthony
cannot actually turn into a dragon.)

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Bailey made this with an online
chibi-maker thing.

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Again, chibi-maker thing.

This was made on Polyvore.

Siri made this for I think my
Christmas present last year.

This is the original inspiration picture of Anthony,
which I may or may not have posted here before.

I'm not sure I own any more than two of those pictures.  Moving on.

Because the roleplay is over, and I am without a project, I'm pretty freaking bored.  Right now, I'm floating around doing stuff like rereading Harry Potter (third time), rereading Hunger Games (second time), starting Divergent, watching lots and lots and lots of movies, basically looking for inspiration wherever I hope I can get it.  It's not working very well, but I'm not really sure what else to do.

Any ideas?

In Creative Writing, we've been doing lots of short projects, which are interesting and fun, but they really need revision.  (Once revised, I'll post them here.)  Mr. Parker (yes, last year's English teacher is this year's Creative Writing teacher) says that next year he'll be offering Creative Writing II, in which we'll work on just one project all year: a big project, like a screenplay or a novel or whatever it is we high schoolers each decide we've wanted to do for the past sixteen-to-eighteen years.  So I'll be working on a novel, then.  Yaaaaaay!  I really need a project now, though.  Something to work on consistently, and something that I can feel is meaningful and well-executed once I've finished.  And maybe next year I can fix it, or try a new one.  Either way, there's really no reason to wait around.

I need to finish something.  Mr. Parker told me I'm good, but I "lack discipline."  Sad, but true.

Get it together, Allie.

Do you guys ever get like this?  Project-less and under-stimulated, I mean.  And if so, what do you do?

Until next time (whenever that may be),
-Allie H-S

P.S: I do have one thing I've been poking at, a short story about a girl whose mother uproots her and her little sister to leave her father.  It's called Missoula because that's where they go, off to see her aunt.  So we'll see if that turns into anything.  Wish me luck.

Other Miscellaneous Updates: I never finished 1984; I hate Debate; you should read a webcomic called Namesake; I joined Pottermore as WombatRiver12772 and it put me in Slytherin; and HAPPY THANKSGIVING unless you're not American in which case HAPPY DAY YOU SHOULD HAVE SOMETHING NICE FOR DINNER!  That is all.

August 20, 2014

Artifact Reflection 5

Hi, all.

Watch The Dream is Now.  It's a documentary.  It's on Netflix.  It's only thirty minutes long.  It's very important.

It's also very frustrating.

The Dream is Now follows a group of youthful immigrants as they try and fail to achieve citizenship and their respective dreams.  And after watching it, I have a request - a completely genuine request, believe me.  Could someone please explain to me why we don't want to grant people citizenship?  I ask this question constantly, but no one's ever been able to give me a straight answer.  If these people were citizens, they would pay taxes.  They would go to college.  They would become successful, would be doctors and lawyers and psychologists and teachers and social workers and politicians and they'd join the armed forces and they'd do important, valuable things.  Yes, they'd take up jobs, but they'd do amazing things with those jobs, just as well as - and sometimes even better than - a natural-born citizen ever could, because these people have the drive to achieve their dreams.

And don't tell me our population would rise, because it's already risen They're already here.  I just want to know why the kids who know perfect English and take all the hard classes and graduate high school on high honor roll and want to be damn rocket scientists can't just go ahead and do that because no one would give the a social security number.

I hadn't realized it was this bad.

This really bothers me, if you couldn't already tell.  In The Distance Between Us, Reyna doesn't have this problem because she gets a Green Card.  But these people can't; they're as good a proof as any that we need a better system.

Anyway, that's my fifth and final artifact reflection.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Grumble grumble grumble....

-Allie H-S

P.S: School starts tomorrow and the nerves are breaking me apart.  I have never been this anxious before, but apparently all my friends are feeling it, too.  I don't even have a specific thing I'm stressing over.  It's not because I'm going to a new school, like everyone suggests; I've moved up in schools twice before, and I was totally fine.  I think it's just because the last two years of school sucked, honestly.  Treasure Mountain causes lots of social issues - the administration seems to think this is because of bullying, but I've never directly encountered that.  I've only encountered angst and depression and exhaustion.  I mostly blame the building.

July 30, 2014

I HATE IT

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE IT

I meant to post earlier than this.  Sorry about that.  Honestly, I'm only posting right now because I really, really need to just...just...christ.  Jesus effing christ.

IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE LOOKING FOR THREE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO PAGES OF PURE, UNADULTERATED SADNESS, MISFORTUNE, AND PESSIMISM, I IMPLORE YOU TO READ THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US BY REYNA GRANDE.  YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.

HOWEVER, IF YOU - LIKE ME - JUST NEED TO READ AND ANNOTATE FOR SOPHOMORE HONORS ENGLISH PURPOSES, YOU WILL BE VERY.  VERY.  DISAPPOINTED.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS BOOK IS DISAPPOINTING.

"HOW DO WE ESCAPE THIS LABYRINTH OF SUFFERING?"

IS A QUESTION THIS BOOK SHOULD ASK

INSTEAD OF IMPLYING EVERY CHANCE IT GETS

THAT THERE IS NO ESCAPE

EVER.

I WAS GOING TO FINISH IT TODAY, BUT I JUST...I JUST...CAN'T.  TOO MUCH.  I THINK I MIGHT CRY.

I NEVER CRY.

I FEEL SO HELPLESS.

I'm at page 275 right now, which is to say, very close to the end.  I do not have very many chapters to go.  But I just..can't...I mean...why...I HATE THIS.

The bio on the back cover reads:
Reyna Grande vividly brings to life her tumultuous early years in this "compelling . . . unvarnished, resonant" (BookPage) story of a childhood spent torn between two parents and two countries. As her parents make the dangerous trek across the Mexican border to "El Otro Lado" (The Other Side) in pursuit of the American dream, Reyna and her siblings are forced into the already overburdened household of their stern grandmother. When their mother at last returns, Reyna prepares for her own journey to "El Otro Lado" to live with the man who has haunted her imagination for years, her long-absent father.
Funny, heartbreaking, and lyrical, The Distance Between Us poignantly captures the confusion and contradictions of childhood, reminding us that the joys and sorrows we experience are imprinted on the heart forever, calling out to us of those places we first called home.

That is inaccurate.  That is not what this book is about.  This book is abandoned child after abandoned child.  It is "scam artist" boys, who love you long enough for a good makeout session and never look at you again.  It's a mother who leaves and leaves and leaves, and a father who is both always and never present.  It's about always trying to please those whom you love, but whom refuse to be pleased.  It's a constant state of seeing everything you've ever wanted just beyond your fingertips, but the moment you reach out and touch it, it slips completely away.  This book is never being able to repair what is broken, but always trying and failing, trying and failing, trying and failing.  This book is dropping out of college to marry the girl of your dreams, only so that eighteen months, two new jobs and a baby boy later, you can get divorced again, completely and irrevocably robbed of your ambitions.  This book is constant betrayal, and endless loss.  This book is lost hope and broken dreams.

This book is fucking depressing.

I know I should just read it today and get it over with (and maybe finish annotating and start looking for artifacts?) but I recently restarted Homestuck, and I'm close to beating Paper Mario, and my room needs cleaning, and my posters need hanging, and I have movies from the library to watch, and books from my girlfriend to read, and I managed to buy Landline by Rainbow Rowell too, which promises to be much more upbeat than this because she's who wrote Attachments and Eleanor & Park, and fuck it all, I mean, "rainbow" is in her name, isn't it?  So I have other things to do.

Let's do those things.

And also, it's raining, so that's good.

-Allie

April 21, 2014

Vital Vocab 27 - The Hiatus Continues (Update)

Vocab: tacit, tangent, tenable, tantamount, trenchant
Commonly Confused Words: bear/bare
Grammar Focus: parallel structure and semicolon

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA!

I love the internet.
(courtesy of: Amazing Creatures blog)
That said, hi all.

First thing's first, not seeing a need to be tacit, I'll just say, I've never been particularly trenchant about how I get my homework done.  Which is how I managed to miss Vital Vocab 26.  Sorry about that; I was doing a research paper I'd gotten behind on and Vital Vocab got lost in the bare flurry of end-of-unit procrastination. So that was fun.

And now, in this Vital Vocab, the hiatus continues.  Were this still just due to my own failure to outline, I would have written some little tangent of a something (even if it wasn't Isaac-related) to keep you all entertained.  But unfortunately - and I may have said this before (or something tantamount to it) - during or directly after bearing the stress of a something-or-other (usually school), I fall into this small pit of total writerly emptiness.  So I tried to write through it, but after a few hours of sitting and staring and writing and deleting, it became tenable that this is the most I can give you on my midnight deadline.

So.  Sorry for the lack of post.  Until later, my dears!
-Allie

(Vital Vocab 26 does not exist.)

March 31, 2014

Vital Vocab 25 (kinda)

Vocab: speculate (v), salient (a), scathing (a), scrupulous (a), seminal (a)
Commonly Confused Words: woman/women
Grammar Focus: parallel structure and semicolon

Hi, all.  
     You don't really have to read this post.  Unless of course you're Mr. Parker, in which case...well...I'm sorry you have to read this post.
     I've had a fair bit of writer's block lately, which recently doubled with an unfortunate little cold.  So between the salient, scathing little voice in my head telling me I'll be judged for my writing and the exhausting struggle to breathe through my nose, I find it better just to get this Vital Vocab out of the way, without dragging out poor Isaac's day any farther this week.  I probably will next week, but after that comes Spring Break, which means plane rides and car trips, and ample time to, ah...well, to rethink my less-than-scrupulous life decisions.  (Or really just to speculate about Isaac's future, but you know what I mean.)
     And hey, maybe I'll read something for once, something seminal to my later writings.  Or maybe somehow the fresh air of a week in Chicago will help me learn how to write a female protagonist.  Seriously, I can't write women.  Can't do it.  I don't know why, but they always end up too...something, then they un-develop.  Oh well.  I'll write a woman someday!  (Is it just me, or does saying "woman" sound really weird?  I hardly ever use that word.)
     Anyways, time to write other things.  Sorry I couldn't manage a good upload this week; it just wasn't working out.  Time for me to go, so I can write a little, draw a little, read a little, think a little....

Bye!
-Allie

(Vital Vocab 26 does not exist.)

March 21, 2014

Sleuthing Assistance?

Hello, all.  This post will be short, but purposeful.  This week, I find I encountered a bit of a problem.  It was finals week, and whenever I find myself subjected to large amounts of stress, directly after I'm kind of just...drained of creativity.  Unfortunately, we also started our mystery unit in Creative Writing this week.

There's no hope.

The rest of my class has spent the last three periods planning, outlining, and drafting.  I, however, have spent the last three periods...ahh...sitting...?  Staring...?  Listening to Grooveshark...?

Thinking about fedoras?
(courtesy of: cartoonsnap.blogspot.com)

Or better yet...
(courtesy of: jamknight on deviantart)

I don't watch Sherlock like I should, but that?  That is adorable.

Anyways, I've been painfully un-productive in Creative Writing this past week, because my mind is utterly devoid of ideas.  I do, however, have a character...name.  I have a name.  My sleuth's gonna be a Stewie Elaine.  (Unfortunately, I haven't even decided her hair color.)

So with this post, I implore you: if you have any sort of ideas for a mystery, or even if you don't, leave a comment.  My comment bar loves you.

Just like I love you.  *makes heart with hands*

I'm desperate, guys.  Please.


Please.



*coughs pathetically* 
  please.