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but change is... [rp for considermefree)

September 29th, 2009 (08:11 pm)

current mood: cheerful

"When did this turn into a triple date?"

"When Cain and Parker ended up at the goddamn show...it's Rick, you know Cain never misses a gig!"

Julius rolled his eyes and sighed as he watched Cain and Parker a few tables away, arguing about...well, whatever they were fighting about now so they could make up later with a wealth of sexual tension he wished Cain would just resolve already. He had to admit, he was as guilty as his brother, but at least Julius was more discreet about it...

"...Julius? JULES!!"

"Huh?...sorry, spaced."

"Obviously." Valkyrie sighed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her drink and Jake's. "Look, I'm heading back to my table, yeah? Glory's set is starting in a tick, so get the hell back to Billie before I have your head in a basket."

Watching his little sister flounce back to the table next to the one he was sharing with Billie (some double date...), Julius picked up his and Billie's drinks and again wondered how the hell he'd gotten talked into this.

Oh, that's right: he didn't have the balls to ask Billie out himself, Glory's drummer was Cain's best friend, and he had it bad for the little fire-breathing redhead. Him, the God of Thunder...at least that's what Kiki liked to call him.

Returning to their table, Julius slid into the seat beside Billie and handed off her drink with a grin. "So...Kiki got her tongue down yer bro's throat yet?" he joked.

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[lucky 7s] 1.3.2 - anticipate

September 22nd, 2009 (12:17 pm)
current mood: awake

Art was all about understanding how the shape of the world works. Functionality is all about shape, so to understand its shape was to understand it all. In knowing how to hold a pencil, how depth, shadow, and shading function, in knowing the nature of lines he could look out his bedroom window and apply it all to capturing a moment in time. He could sketch landscapes in his head, sculpt faces in his imagination…he could even break down trees or slabs of concrete into statuary and furniture.

He knew that pencils run out of lead, that every line terminates, that each piece of art is eventually, however long it takes, finished.

Julius knew the rules, he’d always known them. He didn’t always like them or even follow them…more often than not he broke every one he could spare. Still, he never lived in a world without them. No matter what law he violated or what medium he used to create, laws of force and gravity applied to chiseling stone and cutting wood. The shades of color in pencils and paint, no matter how faded or vibrant, all broke down into primary colors.

Art taught him to see things in lines and shades, to see colors in red, blue, and yellow. It taught him what to expect, even when the rules were broken.

Then a girl came along and burned all the lines, painting the blue sky red with yellow paint, and the rules went by the wayside. He couldn’t see a world to capture anymore, couldn’t tell where the next hit was coming from.

All he could see was fire at her fingertips as she burned the rule book with a smile. He saw fear, he saw anarchy…and at the heart of the human volcano, he saw his life consumed by flame.

Muse: Julius Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 303

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[text message to considermefree]

September 21st, 2009 (12:54 pm)

current mood: nervous

Yo girl, where u at?

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Seen this around, so come on down!

September 14th, 2008 (10:34 pm)

current mood: chipper

Pass a Secret Note Meme

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[MGW] 07 - Magazine Section of a Bookstore

August 21st, 2007 (01:56 pm)

current mood: chipper

Magazine Rack Of A BookstoreCollapse )

Muse: Julius Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 1009

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[EM] 29 - Captive

February 21st, 2007 (03:36 pm)

current mood: cold

There’s all kinds of ways you can be a captive, man. Captive audience, prisoner in any *number* of ways, even just hangin’ on to someone’s arm, y’know? Me? Grew up a captive in my own home...if Mom and Dad weren’t both at home, screamin’ at each other, Dad was at home meetin’ with his crew, or Mom was home and passed out drunk.

I learned how to make myself cereal by the time I was five, use the stove by the time I was seven. Couldn’t manage the bus ‘til I was ten, tho...had to walk before that if I wanted to go anywhere. Lookin’ back? It’s kind of funny, remembering...when I was still hoofin’ it around the city, weather got better the worse I needed to leave the house. Then when I took to the bus...I *loved* the way it felt ridin’ the big, overheated bus with the rain poundin’ down outside.

Whenever I had a long bus ride, it *always* rained.

Older I got, I thought that bein’ on the streets made me free...playing rough and fighting dirty against the world I got brought up in. Wasn’t until Mom shot Pops in the shoulder for knockin’ off a liquor store that I was really free. I hated it...the hearings, the temporary foster care, all that bullshit.

Then I tried to follow in my pop’s footsteps. Got caught by a customer inside the liquor store ‘fore I could pull my piece.

Chick that caught me was Felicia Callahan, and I don’t know what strings she pulled? But I got shipped off to live with her.

Took a few years, but I realized that life was holdin’ me captive...self-destructive behavior and all that shit. The streets? Just another prison cell...wasn’t until Ma found me that I got to be truly free. Stayin’ straight...clean, sober, just plain normal...it’s a chore, man.

But long as I stay on this path...long as I stay free of the cage I was in, then her death wasn’t completely pointless. ‘Cause I can be at least one living monument to the good she did...and I may have screwed up a lot in my life, but that’s one thing you damn well can be sure that I’ll get right.

Muse: Julius Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 383

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[EM] 25 - Rain

January 29th, 2007 (11:18 pm)

current mood: melancholy

[locked from everyone except family, Baileigh, and Carter]

When my ma died? Detroit had a record-breaking storm. Cold as it could get without makin’ snow. I know all about it…the torrent of rain, the high-speed winds, the lightning…the fact that three other people besides my ma died ‘cause of that storm.

I know all about it…I caused it.

I got this thing…I don’t know just what to call it? But I know I got power. I’ve done some research…and some work…and I’ve figured out a few little bits of it. I guess it’s witchcraft…sorcery or some shit. All’s I know is that when I get mad, the weather goes sour. When I’m in a good mood, it’s great outside.

When Ma died, I couldn’t stop the flood. Lives ended ‘cause of me…what I can do, what I can feel.

And I feel it, too…when the power moves in me, when the storm comes. It’s some pretty hardcore shit, I can tell ya right now. Better than drugs, better than sex when it’s good. My sister, she digs the rain. Since I started really trying to get a handle on this bitch? I’ve learned to make it rain for her…carefully. And aside from the buzz…that’s good. Makin’ her smile, just makin’ her happy period.

That’s when the power’s good, though. When it ain’t? I think…it’s kind of like possession. A beast living inside…and when I let it out, people get hurt. People die…and I don’t care about all that.

When Ma died, the storm was all me…more ‘n me. It was…everything. Kiki wept…Cain put his fist through a wall…I brought the rain. It was like an extension of who I am. The rage, the fury…I didn’t need tears, I had the storm. Every clap of thunder felt like I was screaming, the wind felt like I was howling.

I don’t know if that’s how it works…if it’s supposed to be that natural, that organic…but that’s how it is for me. And when the stuff comes naturally…it sorta feels like I can understand it, y’know? Like I’m always gonna be a part of it.

Kiki just walked in…she says it’s starting to drizzle outside. I can feel it…thinkin’ about Ma does this to me.

Guess I better cut it short.

Muse: Julius Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 378

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[EM] 24 - Cabin Fever

December 14th, 2006 (11:24 am)

They were snowed in. Again.Collapse )

Muse: Julius Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 941

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[EM] 20 - Complete Opposite

October 31st, 2006 (01:58 pm)
current mood: accomplished

I know it’s a little screwy, but in a lotta ways? I think Abe’s kind of my opposite...my brother, I mean. And I ain’t just talking about his attitude problem, neither...that big tiger’s just got a perpetual thorn in his paw and shit.

I’m an artist...he’s a doctor. I like people...he don’t trust ‘em.

But above all else...and this here’s the kicker, given what we both all do for a living, what we both *are*...Cain’s a man of faith. I ain’t.

He got saved long before I came along...religion, I mean. That’s one thing he’s taught me...you got three kinds of Bible Thumpers in this world: the Catholics and the Christians. Christians are the kinda Baptist type...all hellfire and brimstone, preaching and getting saved and prayin’ their asses off twenty four-seven.

Then there’s the Catholics...like my brother. He won’t talk religion ‘less you ask him flat out, and only time you’ll ever hear him mention God is in passing or when he’s cussin’. You ever seen a Christian pray, hands out and on their feet or knees and all enraptured and shit? Not Cain...oh, he’s been known to kneel, but all you get’s him sitting on the edge of the bed with a rosary in his fists, resting his head against his hands like he’s thinking.

He usually only prays hardcore like that when he’s messed up inside...and when he’s done he’s mellow. Like it did something for him.

I’m an artist...I look around me, and I try to see a little beauty in everything, pansy ass as that might sound. But I look around, and I don’t see a world with a God in it. I don’t see how folks like us can suffer, and a good woman like my ma can still die like that, and there be a God in existence.

Cain don’t see much beauty around him...but he does see God. And that’s the opposite of me.

I got my family, and I’m content...but inside? I’m all alone. Cain...guy’s a pretty tortured motherfucker, but he’s got his God with him all the time. It gives him this...calm, this sorta strength I know I ain’t never gonna have.

And the truth is...I envy him that.

Muse: Julius Callahan (OC)
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 384

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Guess this is the place...

October 26th, 2006 (02:16 pm)

current location: Outside my hotel room
current mood: amused
current song: The Move

Hey, what’s up, everybody? Wow...I have *no* idea how to do this...

See, here’s the deal. My baby sister, Kiki? She can barely turn on a computer, but she’s all gung ho over the internet and shit. So she got it in her head to start keeping an online journal, and now she’s forcing me and our big brother, Cain, to do it, too. Now Abe (we call him Abe, his middle name’s Abraham) ain’t too keen on the idea, but me? I’m thinkin’ this could be fun. Hell, I been tinkering with this graphics stuff already and it’s really kinda cool...

I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Julius Callahan, but y’all can call me Jules. I’m 33, and I’m a Motown boy, born and bred. I’m a carpenter by trade, artist by inclination, and contractor by aspiration, I guess you could say. I used to have a shop back home, did some home accents and whatnot, and the only gallery showing I’ve ever had was at the YMCA in our neighborhood. I paint, draw, all that, but sculpting’s my favorite medium. Wood and clay are my thing, they’re just easier to work with, not to mention the textures...

Okay, rambling again. Sorry. Uh...right now, I’m kinda just cruisin’ with my sibs...Kiki and Cain, you prolly already met ‘em around here. Kiki forced Cain to sit down and type something, I’m doin’ this now so she don’t get a shot at me.

And, uh...for the record? Yeah...I’m adopted. My folks were a typical sob story...knocked up and married young, pops got in with the gangs and my momma hit the bottle every time Pops hit her. She was tied up in the same shit, too...anyway, they got arrested in a drive-by. Pops is doin’ life and my momma’s doin’ sixty years. I got no family, so I became a ward of the state...and lemme tell ya, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

To any of us. We’re all adopted, me and my sibs. Our ma died about two years ago...not exactly natural causes if you dig me. Me and my family been running together ever since...lookin’ for some answers that make sense and all.

Well...that and get a little bit of retribution.

Uh...anyway, look forward to meeting all y’all...I gotta go, though. I’m sittin’ outside our room, and I can hear Kiki going after Cain again...singing Prince at the top of her lungs. One of these days he’s gonna strangle her...if I don’t beat him to it, anyway

Julius Callahan
Supernatural (OC)

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October 24th, 2006 (07:25 pm)
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