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Wed, 11 Jun 2008 05:34:12 GMT

Hello everyone!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 23:58:04 GMT

For those of you faithful readers who will see this, my most hearty thanks for still reading when this hectic writer gets time to write...

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So back in the lovely island of Hawaii, things were happening. Well duh you may say. But really. Things were happening. So Micheal was there with Aime and her family. Which isn't bad...but Aime could have wished for a little time away. But some other things were happening unbeknownst to many of them. Jordan decided to go home for a visit. He had been in Ohio for much too long. So he also showed up back in Hawaii.

But Micheal was pushing things a bit. He would not leave Aime alone. So she did something that she thought would have lost him. And it almost worked. Except that she meet Stuart. StuB. She decided she needed a little time to think so she took her board down to Waikiki and did a little surfing (and yes, she knows Waikiki is not the place to go to be alone but she was also trying to loose someone from following her). She got in the water and started doing what she missed everytime she went back to Ohio. She was heading back out to the breaks when she noticed this guy on the wave, steering straight for her. She yelled at him to turn but he kept heading straight at her. So she ditched and got out of his way. Her thoughts were not very charitable at that moment.

"Stupid tourists. Don't get out in the waves if you can't handle them."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. But you didn't have to ditch. I didn't hit you."

Aime turned to see where the voice was coming from. It was the "stupid tourist".

"Oh." She felt a little weird. "Why were you acting like you were going to decapitate me then?"

"Because I didn't know any other way to get your attention."

"Oh." Now she really felt stupid. "Why did you want my attention? What's wrong with using words?"

"Um. That guy was one reason." And as he said that, he pointed behind Aime.

Turning to what he was pointing at, Aime's eyes told her what her sinking heart had already warned her of. There was Micheal sitting in the water on a surf board. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she turned back to him.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't know. But now that I do, I should probably go and take care of it."

"Well, it looks like he's coming over here. Should I leave?"

"No! Please, really, its ok." At least that's what she said. She was thinking something more along the lines of "Great, what do I do now?"

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Elsewhere...

Megan was working a night shift at the Toro Rojo and keeping up with things. It was a Wednesday night so it wasn't too busy. But steady. And of course Jonathon wasn't making things easy either. He had been coming steadily whenever she was there since Kirby's murder had been solved. And it wasn't bad...but she didn't care. But Jonathon knew ways to make girls care.

"Hello, Megan. Regular please."

"Jonathon, you don't have a regular."

"Well, in that case, give me a double extra hot soy lite mocha. No whip."

Megan just turned and did as she had been asked. When she turned to hand him the drink, he had a single rose waiting. She had to admit, he was good. But how good?

Because at the moment, Brett walked into the bar. Her face brightened a bit. And of course he came bounding over to the bar.

"Megan! I haven't see you in so long!"

"I know. How have you been?"

"Busy. And trying to get here for a while."

"Well then I'm glad you made it. What can I do for you?"

"Sobe please."

"Sure. Just a sec."

As she prepared his drink, he continued, "So how has work been?"

"Good. Steady but good. Here's your drink."

"Hey, um, are you busy on Friday night?"

"I don't believe so. Why?"

"Well, there's a concert in the park and I was wondering if you'd like to go...with me."

"I don't know..."

"C'mon. Please? Just this once and you don't have to do it again."

Megan had to laugh. Even she knew this wasn't true. What she did know was that Jonathan was sitting right there listening to every word. So she turned back to Brett and said:

"Sure. I'd love to."

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Jonathan walked out of the bar and pulled out his cell phone. He only needed to make one call. And things would be taken care of. He would ask Megan out tomorrow for the same time and same day and he would get the girl. But how remains to be seen...

Monday, May 22, 2006

Mon, 22 May 2006 05:39:40 GMT

While Aime and Micheal were getting settled in in Hawaii, things were developing in Undecided...
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Ashley was walking around a place you would never have thought to see her. She was walking down a hall in Thomas Gowen's lab. The better story, though, is how she got there.

See, things went something like this. There was a city function that local big whigs and other people were going to. Now for parties, Ashley knew how to dress. She look stunning in a mint green one-shoulder gown that was fitted to her knees and then got full again. Her hair hung softly on her shoulders while pale white roses gave her a faerieish feel and lovely scent. And of course, the usually faithful Caleb was at her side. He also looked good. But just good. There was no other way to describe him.

However, Ashley's attention was other places. The point of this function was to honor Thomas. He was being given an award by the city of Undecided in recognition of his "scientific" accomplishments. And Ashley was asked to present the award (she was only the best looking person there). And so she did.

Don't ask anyone how or what happened, but for some reason, when Ashley looked in Thomas's eyes tonight as she handed him that cliche piece of paper, he noticed. Thomas for THE first time, noticed a drop-dead gorgeous girl looking at - him! So after the ceremony and formalities, he sought her out. But that was a bad move. Because Caleb was standing there with her. But Ashley turned eagerly toward Thomas and began talking and doing all the little things a girl will do to get a little more attention. And it seemed to be working. So much so that she got an invite to see his work. And she of course accepted.

And so, Ashley was walking down the hall of Thomas Gowen's lab. But why were they pausing there? That doesn't make sense...Caleb, you better watch out!
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Since the murder had been solved, Brett had had little excuse for calling Megan. Which is good and bad. Good because she had other things going on. Bad because it gave Jonathon Krive a chance to make a move.

He had sent anonymous flowers. That was step one. Step two was dropping by Toro Rojo just about every day and just talking. And as we all know, girls of Megan's type don't move fast. And Jonathan knows he knows.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 01:42:18 GMT

I dunno when everyone will be getting this since most of you are at nationals. But I thought i would post just a little bit.
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Ashley Gue was sitting on her porch, thinking. Wrestling with her thoughts. Why did she feel like this? I mean, she had a great boyfriend, a great job. Why was she feeling discontent? Unfortuneately, the answer why came quickly to mind. Thomas Gowen. Even with the "perfect" life that she had, nothing quite satsified her now. Oh well, maybe this was just a passing infatuation. Then all these butterflies would be gone in a few days or maybe a week and everything would be back to normal. She would be more than happy and content with Caleb's smiles.
As this train of thought wrapped up, Caleb came driving up to her house. With a cheery whistle, he bounded up the stairs and had Ashley in his arms in two seconds flat. As she looked at him, she found herself remembering exactly why she had fallen in love with those big puppy dog eyes.
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Aime was getting off her plane in the Honolulu airport and was sincerely happy to be getting off. Never before had the flight seemed so long. But it was over now and things would be back to normal soon. As soon as she adjusted to the time difference.
As she walked to the baggage claim to meet her family, she suddenly found a lei being dropped over her shoudlers. With total surprise and shock, she turned around to find Micheal standing there with a big grin on his face.
"Micheal! What are you doing here?"
"Taking a little vacation....and greeting you."
"But aren't you supposed to be in Undecided? Don't you have to work?"
"Nah. I had vacation time coming to me anyway."
"How did you know where and when I was coming in? How did you get here before me?"
"I asked your parents."
"You what?!"
And just as they finished this dialogue, they arrived at Aime's baggage claim and meet her family. This was going to be a weird vacation.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Wed, 13 Apr 2005 12:59:56 GMT

Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a while...here's a little something to fill the void.
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When Aime and Micheal reached his appartment, it took them a while to get in. No, they weren't being spoony but it can be a little difficult for a five foot two Japenese/caucasian girl to get a (how tall are you, Mike?) five foot ten mexican/caucasian guy into an apparment after he's been fighting and drinking quadruple espressos.
Anyway, they finally got in. Inside, Micheal was starting to turn spoony.
"You have beautiful eyes," he murmured as Aime bent over him where he had collapsed in a chair. "They kinda look like molasses in January."
Aime straightened quickly. "Thank you...I think." Her face looked like she was going to laugh but her voice was cold as January.
Aime let this go on for a while but when Micheal starting assuming that she was going to dinner with him next week, she had to put a stop to it.
"Micheal, you are not hearing what you're saying. You just found Grace dead and you're asking me already? I don't think so. Besides I'm not going to be here. I'm going to visit my family in Hawaii."
Micheal stared at her. Hawaii? In that case, where she goes, he would go. For now, he needed a break...

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 02:18:22 GMT

I am going to take a small break and make a few observations rather than post more story...

1) I think Rebekah Ries seems intimidating because she looks like the girl next door but talks like a lawyer or politician.

2) "Yesterdays never come back...and todays are dark with clouds-and we dare not think about tomorrows."

3) "For our tomorrow they gave their today - theirs is the victory!" Let us fight for the freedom they have given us!

hershey kisses,
"the Authoress"

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 15:00:39 GMT

Hey everybody!

Hope you had a good week so far. And maybe this story will help! Enjoy!

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Micheal really was beginning to go deaf. At least, it felt like it. I mean, eharing someone shooting off about everything and nothing can be very annoying. So he was happy when he could start to feel the effects of the quadruple espresso. "Man! Can he not shut up?" Micheal's thoughts were not very charitable. Matt Weakley was at the bar...like he always was. And just talking...just being the WWF wrestler that he is.

But, unfortuneately, Micheal was also at the end of his rope. Under his breath, Micheal finally said something.

"Just can it already!"

No one heard that. Except Matt.

He whirled on Micheal. "What did you say?"

Micheal usually knows his limits. When he is together mentally. But what with everything that had been going on, he was a little to reckless for his own good.

"I said just shut up already."

No one every talked to Matt like this. Afterall, he is a WWF wrestler.

"Why? Am I bothering you?"

Matt had a very short fuse. So he was starting to get up in Micheal's face.

And Micheal didn't like that.

So, he swung.

Except he missed.

And Matt swung.

And Matt got him.

But Micheal doesn't go down without a fight. Even if it's a losing fight.

And they were off! Kelsey was doing everything she could to stop them. Toro Rojo had never had a fight break out since they had opened. Now her reputation was ruined!

A crowd was starting to gather. And the policeman there (brett) who should have been breaking up the fight was intoxicated with someone's eyes. Hence, oblivious to anything else.

Anyway, there was quite a brawl underway. Which Micheal was getting the worse of.

But thankfully, Aime walked in at that moment. She quickly assesed the situation. She was a very masterful woman. Whether that is a good thing or not, you can judge. But anyway, she saw Brett sitting with Megan, deaf to anything but her voice. And she saw the fight and guessed what had happened.

She pushed her way through the crowd to the two guys fighting. "Matthew Weakley, get up this instant! You know you don't fight inside. You shouldn't be fighting at all. And now look what you're done!"

There were several broken cars and napkins were scattered and tables knocked over.

She walked to Micheal who had just about had all that he could handle. While instructing some of the guys in the crowd to right chairs and things, she helped Micheal to a chair a little way off. Kelsey rushed over with some ice and another quadruple espresso. Then she went and kicked Matt out of the bar for the night. *cheer goes up from the crowd* (jus' kidding)

"Thanks, Kelsey. Do you know what started the fight?" Aime could not help being a police investigator.

"I think Matt was just being Matt. But he was being extra obnoxious tonite. Trying to get all the girls it seemed."

"Well, I think I'll have to take him home."

"Do you want me to call a cab?"

"Um, no, that's alright. I'll just drop him off and head home for the night."

"Ok. Let me just help you out."

"Thanks."

So between the two of them, they got Micheal out to Aime's car and Aime and Micheal drove off.

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I just blanked. More later,

"The Authoress"

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 14:59:22 GMT

Hey everybody!

I know the last post was some heavy stuff and I'm sorry that it was kinda dark. But I think it was a good addition. A change of pace. Here's a little more.

Prayerfully yours,

"The Authoress"

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After that, no one said a word. Some things were dropped on the floor. People bent over to pick them up. Everyone seemed to have had a sudden case of butterfingeritis.

Alex, Brett, and Aime looked at each other. Alex signaled for everyone to leave. And as quickly as everyone came, they were gone. As he closed the door, Alex said, "We'll be back for the body a little later."

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It was a typical Friday night at the Toro Rojo. Not to busy, not to slow. Everyone with their significant others having a drink. Bethany and Kyle, Ashley and Caleb (surprisingly, more on that later), Brett and Megan - wait- Brett and Megan?!?! How did that happen? Whoa...fast worker. Let's see. Matthew Weakley is at the bar, hitting on all the girls....not much happening. And that's a good thing for most of them.

Micheal Benavidez walks in and goes up to the counter. Kelsey looks at him and hands him something stiff - a quadruple espresso. Things have been pretty tough on him. The law wasn't exactly sure if they should throw the book at him or not. So they laid back and decided to wait and see what happens. Everyone was leaving him. Getting on his case. "And now, there's that steroid, pumped Matt Weakley yelling in his ear. I really cannot take this. I am going to be deaf before I leave if he doesn't go away." Micheal's thoughts were going along those lines.

So, he blocked out the sounds and tried to go about his own business...

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Wed, 26 Jan 2005 15:07:14 GMT

Aime, Alex, and Brett piled into a patrol car and headed over to Grace's appartment. The air of excitment was unmistakenable. But there was something else there. A sense of forbodding, like something was going to go wrong. Something morbid, something floating on the air that dampened their excited spirits. But this feeling could not totally take away the excitment. Brett was still seeing stars - stars that lived in Megan's eyes. Alex was wondering why they hadn't seen all the clues sooner. Aime was looking woefully at her toes and wondering how long the salon was open today.

Alex broke the silence first. "How do we do this?"

Aime and Brett looked confused. "How do we do what?" Aime asked.

"How do we go into this place? Are we assuming that Grace - Grace Hermle - is some murderess? That doesn't fit with her character description." (Alex was trying very hard to stay in the confines of the plot and character lines.)

Brett thought for a minute. "I wouldn't worry so much about Grace as I would worry about Micheal. If he likes her, he won't hesitate to do something."

"But he was seeing Renee Jorgenson!" Aime piped up.

"At the rate the rest of the relationships in this town have been going, I wouldn't be surprised if he had dumped her and gotten someone else." Alex's voice was bittingly sarcastic.

Brett broke in. "So we go in with caution but only use force if we have to. Absolutely have to."

Agreed.

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At the risk of making this sound really morbid, I will continue the story. (I don't mean to offend anyone, but I am going to start killing some of my characters off.)

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As the police screeched up to the appartment building, Aime, Alex, and Brett are out of the car before it stopped. The guys took the stairs two at a time. Aime took the elevator that reached the floor at the same time as the guys. But anyway...They stopped in their tracks now. Slowly, they made their way to Grace's door. Finally, they stood before the door that would have the answers to all their questions behind it. Aime looked at Brett. Brett looked at Alex. Alex looked at - nevermind. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Police! Open up!"

Micheal opened the door. Never had any of them seen a face so haggard, so tired, so sad.

"Come in. We'll - I'll - explain everything. There's nothing else to do." As Micheal spoke, he gestured to a still figure with a rope around her neck that lay in the middle of the floor.

Everyone gasped. Micheal looked like he was in danger of tears again. He fought for control of his emotions and gained momentary success.

"Here." He held out an envelope. "She wrote it before she - before she-"

Alex reached out and took it. He started opening it. "Where you here when she did this?"

"Where was I?" Micheal's sadness turned to anger. "I was taking care of me instead of being here when she needed me! I knew I shouldn't have listened to her when she sent me home for an hour!" After having struggled for so long, the walls that had held back his emotion for so long finally gave way.

Aime and Brett guided him to a chair. Aime soothed him while Brett asked what was in the envelope.

Alex held up the paper that was in it. "It is an account of what happened the night of Kirby's murder." And he started reading.

The letter went like this:

"I still am not sure what I'm doing. I hate myself, I am relieved. But mostly, I'm sorry. Kirby and I were soulmates. Now, I can only do one thing: join him. The week before Friday, we had had a kinda big argument. Kirby had gone to a school reunion and was telling me about it but he was telling me about his 'girlfriends'. That's all I heard from him. Rachel this and Amanda that. And he wasn't paying as much attention to me. I was getting really upset. He promised me a date on Friday, so I thought perfect time to get him back. But when we got there, he started talking to some of his friends and practically ignoring me! Something snapped inside of me. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had "jokingly" formed this plan inside my head but never dreamed I would do it. But I remembered it and put it into action. Cut the power, use a silencer on the gun that I had "forgotten" was in my bag, hide. I would leave by the front door before the lights went out and no one would think anything of it. But things didn't go the way they were supposed to. And Micheal found me. Micheal, I'm so sorry. I did start to love you but Kirby still has my heart. I am thankful for your help please tell anyone who thinks you are guilty of murder that you are fully innocent. It was my fault and my fault alone. This is the easiest way out. I can see that."

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And that is the end of this segment of the NCFCA Soap Opera.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 03:42:11 GMT

By way of a sort of random remark, for all of you that would like to get to know me some other way than this sort of random soap opera should check out my blog at blogspot. It will contain some of my other writing, songs that I like, and AIme stuff that I can't post here due to my soap opera. Enjoy! And Happy New Year! And have a good start of your semesters!

~Aime

www.wishingfordaysofrain.blogspot.com