Post by |3200k1 on Feb 8, 2005 20:27:03 GMT -5
Okay,I know I don't post in this section very much,but thats because I can never sit down for long enuogh to read any stories/fanficsthat anyone posts. Sadly, I'm here to add one to the bunch. xD Okay,I know it's a sequel to a story that is no where near finished,but...*shrug* when the moment strikes. ;-) It also kinda starts out in first person then goes into third because I was talking to someone who said that they could understand most people,but just couldn't see my logic or how I thought about things <it's sideways>,so I started by telling him the first couple of paragraphs. 
I'm the type of person who feels bad about not feeling bad. 
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I'm a scientist who studies human behaviors and thought patterns and the only way to get them to let you in is to feign a cheerful and welcoming appearence, when you're really just cold, calculating and detached.
Even still, occasionally in order to study peoples reactions, things need to be shaken up and certain experiments to perform. How are you supposed to really understand your research subject if they’re only in one environment? Easy, you can’t. They have to be tested in other circumstances, or you’ll never know how to help them reach their full potential, fall down, or have any real answers. Different people have different reactions and thought-processes and it’s only natural that you’d want to have as many as possible in order to comprehend what you’re seeing. Nonetheless, from the most distinct and basic level to the most complex, people are still in essence, the same.
That’s how she had thought. Probably not always, for who knows what one ahs always thought and for how long, for in that case, one would never develop as one needs to. Wouldn’t you hate to have to think the whole way your entire life? It’s the experiences a person has that shapes their being. She was an odd one, after all.
Some people were drama queens for the sake of causing problems or being emotional, but she wasn’t like that. She did it for the pure scientific glee she got from it; from seeing people’s reactions and such. That was why. But then, once someone had seen what she had and knew what she knew, maybe the very thought of human flesh and basic emotions was what disgusted her. In all truth, the body wasn’t anything other than a shell for the human soul. Though, she wouldn’t hesitate to admit, that it did provide its own momentary pleasures that a quick intimate time with another person would bring about.
<How did they react?> the invisible black-backed jackal at her side said. Invisible? Yes, invisible. Why invisible? He’s not really invisible, he’s just someone she met in another realm about seven years ago. He was her spirit animal, though now he’s faded. Once she returned from her venture into an Other Realm, he was as solid to her (no one else, however) as a real canine would be, but over the years he had faded until she’s lucky to see him anywhere, and never as strong more of a forced image. Maybe he was just an imaginary friend that she had held onto for the past six years.
‘How about that,’ she mused to herself silently, ‘A sixteen-year-old with an imaginary friend…’
The fox-like creature on the bed behind her merely rolled his eyes and fell onto his side with a huff.
I'm the type of person who feels bad about not feeling bad. 
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I'm a scientist who studies human behaviors and thought patterns and the only way to get them to let you in is to feign a cheerful and welcoming appearence, when you're really just cold, calculating and detached.
Even still, occasionally in order to study peoples reactions, things need to be shaken up and certain experiments to perform. How are you supposed to really understand your research subject if they’re only in one environment? Easy, you can’t. They have to be tested in other circumstances, or you’ll never know how to help them reach their full potential, fall down, or have any real answers. Different people have different reactions and thought-processes and it’s only natural that you’d want to have as many as possible in order to comprehend what you’re seeing. Nonetheless, from the most distinct and basic level to the most complex, people are still in essence, the same.
That’s how she had thought. Probably not always, for who knows what one ahs always thought and for how long, for in that case, one would never develop as one needs to. Wouldn’t you hate to have to think the whole way your entire life? It’s the experiences a person has that shapes their being. She was an odd one, after all.
Some people were drama queens for the sake of causing problems or being emotional, but she wasn’t like that. She did it for the pure scientific glee she got from it; from seeing people’s reactions and such. That was why. But then, once someone had seen what she had and knew what she knew, maybe the very thought of human flesh and basic emotions was what disgusted her. In all truth, the body wasn’t anything other than a shell for the human soul. Though, she wouldn’t hesitate to admit, that it did provide its own momentary pleasures that a quick intimate time with another person would bring about.
<How did they react?> the invisible black-backed jackal at her side said. Invisible? Yes, invisible. Why invisible? He’s not really invisible, he’s just someone she met in another realm about seven years ago. He was her spirit animal, though now he’s faded. Once she returned from her venture into an Other Realm, he was as solid to her (no one else, however) as a real canine would be, but over the years he had faded until she’s lucky to see him anywhere, and never as strong more of a forced image. Maybe he was just an imaginary friend that she had held onto for the past six years.
‘How about that,’ she mused to herself silently, ‘A sixteen-year-old with an imaginary friend…’
The fox-like creature on the bed behind her merely rolled his eyes and fell onto his side with a huff.
