Jean

Well I've grouped it all into one journal, I will probably put more of it up later, but right now I'm suddenly very tired and I think I would like nothing more than a nap.

Prolouge To Love

Glacia sighed as she looked up at the night sky, what small bits of it peeked through the curtain of branches and leaves well above her. It was well into night now, most likely early morning and that, sadly, meant her birthday. "Happy birthday." she uttered under her breath as her eyes once again skimmed the stream in front of her.

Just four days ago she was home, trying to make amends for running away. Ironically, her pitiful attempts at apologies pushed her yet further away from her family. For the past three days, she'd been running from them. Her stomach growled at her, waking her up from her morbid thoughts and back into an equally so reality. "I'm to tired to eat.." she chuckled, the one thing she was known for was her appetite and un-matching figure. ‘Like a porcelain doll’ she'd been told far to many times. Now it seemed more fitting that she be called the doll from hell.

"In the morning.." she thought to herself as she curled up on her side, wrapping her small arms around her legs. It was cold, but that's not what she was trying to hide from. All her life she'd been afraid of the woods, afraid of what might come after her once she was in them...Now it seemed to be the only place that would accept her existence...

Chapter One - Something Twards Awkward

Glacia bit on her lower lip refusing to lift her head and show this stranger her tears. "I didn't think anyone was around." she thought to herself carefully making a mental note to never come back here again. "I'm fine sir I.."

"You're bleeding." he protested, his eyes moving over her frame. She was gorgeous, at least what he could see but he was sure none the less her face would follow the grandeur of her frame. Silver hair fell gracefully over her figure bringing to the foreground her doll like appearance and adding an aura of innocence.

And to top it off her pale blue dress did absolutely nothing to dull any of this, in fact it only emphasized every last bit. But to be fair, it had been quite some time since he'd seen a human, and more time still since he'd seen a female. "Won't you let me help?" he finally manage to ask after the silence temporarily snapped away his gaze.

"Sir I'm.." she finally looked up, a bit annoyed by his persistence but quickly clasped her hands tightly over her face to force back a scream. "You're a dragon.." she mumbled through her fingers, "And I've gone insane." her mind added for her.

"Does that bother you?" he smiled softly, it simply couldn't be helped seeing her had done much to please him.

Glacia shook her head, slowly lowering her hands to wrap her arms around her knees. "Surprised me.." she stammered now biting rather vigorously on her lower lip..

Chapter One Contd..

Argo stood and offered her a small laugh “So you’ll let me help you then?” he knew good and well he was pushing his luck, but leaving her be simply wasn’t an option.

“I don’t even know your name...” she finally managed after a moment of staring him over. “At least if I have gone crazy no one will know.” she thought twisting the hem of her dress absentmindedly in her hands.

“Argo.” he replied automatically, he bent down and gently lifted the girl up deciding giving her his name definitely gave him the right to at least tend to her wounds, which he quickly found were deep cuts mostly on her back. “And you?”. . . “Have to be polite..” he added quietly to himself.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck partially out of instinct, mostly out of the fear of being dropped. “Glacia..” she said once she came to terms with the fact he definitely had a hold of her. “You’re tall..” she murmured as she looked down at the ground from her new position. “Really tall..” she said looking back up at him, only to be met with a smile that made her face flush red.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Wah..” she shook her head, squirming a bit wishing desperately to be able to hide now. “I can walk.”

“Not until we get to my home.” he turned , satisfied that she wouldn’t do anything crazy to try and make him let her go. “Now how did you get hurt?”

“Wolves..” she sighed caving into he persistence to baby her. “My fault for being alone..” she let out a small yawn, suddenly very aware of how little sleep she’d gotten and how warm he really was.

Argo nodded his head, all too used to the wolves around here, “Not like they’re much of a threat to me.” he mused to himself. He snapped back to reality, feeling her body shift against his. “Is she cuddling me?” now it was his turn to blush, not that it showed much in this form. “I knew my scales could heal humans but.....” he shook his head, she was just exhausted. “So how come you’re alone?”

Glacia dropped her arms from around his neck, trying to shift to get closer to him, if that was even possible. “Ran away.”

“So you’re still a child?”

“I’m seventeen.” she protested, trying to pull off anger, but only pulling off pathetic ness as she spoke through a yawn.

“My apologies.” he offered trying not to laugh at her.

“Its otay...” she mumbled “Mr Argo...”

“Hmm?”

“I’m tired.”

He smiled down at her “I’ll put you to bed when we get to my home then.”

Lazily she opened her eyes and stared up at him. “Will you stay with me?” she felt her blush return with a vengeance but ignored it this time, not wanting to look away until he answered.

“If it will make you feel better.” he said softly, shifting to open his cabin door. “I need to clean more..” he silently scolded himself, staring for a moment at the mess in his cabin. He smiled as he looked down once more at the now asleep girl in his arms. “I think my bed will swallow you whole.” he said quietly shifting once more to open yet another door before placing her small frame on his bed, pulling his all too large quilt over her as he laid next to her. “Sleep well Glacia.”

“Thank you Mr. Argo.” she muttered as she fumbled to move closer to him and kissed him gently on his chest before making a feeble attempt to wrap an arm around him.

“You’re....you’re welcome..” he murred staring at her. “She’s so sweet..” he thought to himself working carefully to slide an arm beneath her before shifting into his human form. Closing his eyes as he ran his fingers idly through her hair.

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Glacia stretched out, slowly opening her eyes. “Mr... Argo?” she blinked awkwardly as she looked at the now very human man in front of her, who seemed for the most part asleep.

“Yes Glacia.” he smiled before even opening his eyes. “You should have warned her about this” he said to himself as she looked up at her. “You slept for quite a while.”

“Umm...” she sat up, and poked gently at his chest. “You’re erm.. You’re human?”

Argo nodded, trying his best not to laugh. “I can shift forms.” he sat up, pulling his long hair back into a ribbon, “I though this form would make you more... at east.”

“Oh..” she pulled herself onto her knees and stared at him a moment longer, letting her eyes wonder over his muscular frame. “You’re cute when you’re human.”

A burning filled his cheeks and instantly he shook his head as if it would take the red from his cheeks. “Thank you..”

“Are you all alone here?”

“Yes. I have been for sometime.”

“I’m sorry..” she lowered her head again, biting gently on her lower lip.

He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up gently, “You’ll stay for a while won’t you?”

“If you’d like..”

He nodded, and placed a kiss lightly on her cheek before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “Very much so.”

Glacia blushed furiously, opening her mouth several times in a feeble attempt to speak. She looked down at herself, noticing locks of her hair fall in knots at her sides. “I think I need a bath.” she finally managed, scolding herself quietly for sounding so rude.

Well..One of my friends asked me to put up what I have typed of the play I'm trying to finish typing, I somehow got conned into agreeing *sigh* What I have type ends at an awquard spot, but they can't wait for two seconds *shakes head*.


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Crazy
By Bonnie Hobgood

At rise: Stage is split into two halves, stage left has been formed into a simple office setting. Doctor McClain sits stage left in a high back office chair. Glasses pulling together his suit, and notes sitting in various folders in front of him. A girl, Jean, stands next to a wooden chair, arms crossed. her clothes are typical for her age, save the lack of any jewelry, strings, belts, ties, and shoes.

McClain: (placing his glasses on his desk) Have a seat Jean.

Jean: I’d rather stand.

McClain :I’d rather you sit.

Jean: (annoyed) I’d rather stand.

McClain: And why is that?

Jean:(Moves in front of the chair, closer to his desk.) Not everything I do mean something!

McClain: Is that what you think?

Jean: I said it didn’t I?

McClain: No need to be sarcastic.

Jean: No need to ask stupid questions.

McClain:(Leaning back with a smile) Why don’t you just have a seat?

Jean: For the last time, I’d rather stand.

McClain: Humor me, please?

Jean: Fine, I’ve got nothing better to do. (Sits in the chair reluctantly.)

McClain: I appreciate that.

Jean:(Leaning back crossing her arms.) So what’s up Doc?

McClain: Why don’t you talk?

Jean: (Laughing a bit, obviously amused.) I tried that once, and here I am.

McClain: Do you think this is a punishment?

Jean: (Moving towards the edge of her chair.) I think that if I believed in hell, this would be it.

McClain: Why’s that?

Jean: You don’t want to go there Doc.

McClain: Why not?

Jean: (Standing up, very aggravated)Would you please STOP asking question and start acting like you don’t live off of them!

McClain: You don’t like how I do things? (He nods toward her chair, hinting that she needs to sit back down.)

Jean: Nope. (She sits down, and fakes a huge grin, obviously over cheesy.)

McClain: Then what do you think about getting a new counselor?

Jean: And this would be what, the twentieth?

McClain: What does that mean?

Jean: Nothing, I LOVE meeting new people. Let’s try it. (Obvious sarcasm)

McClain: Good.

Jean: So, can I go now?

McClain: Sure, I’ll talk to you later about you’re new sessions?

Jean: (Gets up and starts walking away.) Nothing better to do. (Exits left)

(Stage right: carpet and table which three girls sit around coloring and talking. Two attendants sit off to the side, talking to themselves only half paying attention.)

Steph: My family meeting sucked today!

Jordan: (Looking up from her pile of markers.) Why?

Tiff: (shakes her head) You sound like one of them.

Jordan: (Slamming a marker down.) Do not, I’m just curious.

Tiff: Face it.

Steph: (closing her coloring book) Anyway! My mom did nothing but cry.

Jordan: At least your mom shows up.

Tiff: (shocked) Yours doesn’t?

Jordan: Hell no!

Attendant 1: (looking up in disapproval) Jordan.

Jordan: (Rolling her eyes) Sorry.

Steph: (Trying to get the attention back to her.) She doesn’t care, she just doesn’t want a huge bill.

Tiff: That’s not true, not if she was crying.

Steph: Yeah, right.

Jordan: What was she crying about?

Steph: (shrugging) She said she missed me, wanted me home for her birthday.

Jordan: Was she lying?

Steph: (pointing to her mouth) Though her teeth!

(Jean enters right, and takes a seat on the floor picking up her previously discarded pencil and notebook. The others turn to take note of her.)

Tiff: (Smiling) Welcome back. (Pauses and waits for her to talk.) Bad day?

Jordan: (waving her off and going back to coloring, speaking up from her book.) She won’t talk, you know that. Not unless she wants to no matter how hard you try.

Tiff: Well that’s rude.

Steph: (Smiling at Jean before turning to the others.) Oh hush, she has a reason. You didn’t talk when you first got here.

Tiff: I was quiet for once day! This girl’s goin on three.

Jordan: That’s why I changed rooms. I couldn’t stand a person sitting there and not talking.

Steph: Well YOU talk too much.

Jordan: Really?

Steph: Even in your sleep.

Tiff: (laughing) Yeah, that’s too much.

Attendant 1: Girls!

Tiff: What?

Attendant 1: Change your subject.

Jean: (looks up for a moment tilting her head in confusion.) Why?

Tiff: (Turning to Jean quickly) She speaks!

Attendant 1: (a little shocked herself) Because it’s not appropriate.

Jean: (Placing her notebook down for a moment, marking her page with her pencil.) Why? Jordan does talk too much, and I pretty much don’t talk at all. Their only making comments on their own observations, no different from our so called doctors.

Attendant 1: I just think they should change the subject.

Jean: But with no real reason?

Attendant 1: (unsure) I though..

Jean: They weren’t offending me.

Attendant 2: (jumping in) It’s time for group anyway, so straighten the table.

Tiff: (Putting the markers away) Let’s skip group.

Steph: But that’s what helps us crazies.

Attendant 1: Don’t say that again Stephanie.

Steph: (resuming her cleaning) Sorry...

Jordan: (under her breath) Even though it’s true.

Jean: (Sighing as she interjects) Crazy, isn’t politically correct. Mentally or Emotionally unstable they can’t argue with.

Tiff: I was wrong. She’s turning into one of them.

Steph: Hush!

(A man walks in stage left, three boys follow him about the same age as the girls. He smiles and waves at the attendants as they go of to their breaks, nearly dropping his clipboard in the process.)


Tom: Girls on this side boys on the other (Gestures and waits for them to separate before bringing up a chair and taking a seat, setting his clipboard and pen infront of him) Morning

Josh: Afternoon, it’s 12:05.

Tom: True. (flipping though his papers) Let’s start with you then Josh, how’s your day been?

Josh: I’ll talk to the shrink about that thanks. (Leans back on his arms closing his eyes.)

Tom: Alright, how about you Andrew?

Andrew: It’s too early to think.

Tom: Anyone?

Tiff: Face it, the room’s dead.

Tom: (Folds his papers back over the clip board, setting it down on the floor beneath him) Alright then. Yesterday we talked about drugs and got cut short, I want to take a poll.

Jordan: That movies was boring.

Tom: (ignoring her) By a show of hands who has done drugs? Even if it was only once. (Everyone save Jean raises their hands giggling and smiling, whispering to each other) You haven’t Andrea?

Jean: Jean, I don’t answer to that name.

Tom: Okay, Jean, you haven’t tried drugs?

Jean: Is that so hard to comprehend? I hate medicine, why would I take pills for kicks?

Tom: What about pot?

Jean: I’m not two, I know what drugs are. I have tried any, and I don’t drink.

Tom: (Now interested) Really?

Jean: (Leaning back and shrugging) You have my urine samples, if you don’t believe me you can check.

Tom: No no, I didn’t say that.

Tiff: You bugged her enough.

Steph: (Defensive) Yeah.

Tom: (looks just to the girls, directing this at them causing the boys to become more free with their comments that are obvious Directed at Jean) I’m doing my job, would you please not interrupt.

Jean: Oh, because this is going some where. And you know OH so much about me.

Tom: I know what’s in your file.

Jean: You can not contain the human mind inside of a folder. And if you tried and succeeded you observed a dead man.

Tom: That’s quite profound for your age.

Jean: It plainly says in my file that my IQ and age, don’t match.

Tom: Does it now?

Jean: You do have other patients here Doc.

Tiff: NO! Keep talking, please? (The boys now look uninterested as the girls chime in their agreement)

Jean: I’m good.

Tom: You sure? (Stares a moment as Jean simply leans back on her hands before making a lock and key gesture over her mouth.) Alright then.

(Stage freezes as Jean sighs and walks to the front, turning back once to look at the scene shaking her head, the stage dims, a spot light now falling on her, to help emphasize the point this is all in her head)

Jean: (Runs to wave her notebook in front of Tom’s face who still doesn’t move) Lookie Doc, look, read. This is me. Not druggie, not a doper or an alcoholic. Depressed. Emo, as my so called friends put it. (Stands behind Tom mimicking his voice)
What’s wrong today little girl? I don’t really care but here we love to find reasons to pop you full of rainbow colored pills. We love to say you’re anything but what you are and ignore everything word you say. (Steps out from behind him laughing, no longer mimicking him) What do you think doc? You really want to see inside MY head? (Sits back down in her previous spot as the scene unfreezes and lights return to normal)

Jordan: Don’t bother Tom, when she doesn’t want to talk God himself couldn’t make her.

Jean: (Absent mindedly) God is an ideal, an escape from a reality humans can’t face. A baby blanket we simply never grow out of. (Looks around and smiles and the shocked room) Truth hurts most.

Tom: Let’s keep our religious beliefs to ourselves.

Jean: Why? You talk to yourself, you’re crazy, you talk to voices you get locked in a padded room. Talk to God and you’re a holy man. Where’s the difference Doc?

Steph: (Clapping) She has a point.

Joe: Shut up.

Tom: Let’s change the topic.

Jean: (points to his watch) Time to lock us away in out rooms Doc.

Tom: (Looks to his watch frowning briefly before regaining his disposition) Alright then (Everyone files out boys first then girls all saying their brief good byes. Jean stands to the side waiting for everyone to leave) Yes?

Jean: Doc, I’ll say this one more time, just to make sure I was heard. Maybe not understood, and most definitely not listened to. But heard. I don’t belong here, you all aren’t helping me. Hear me Doc?

Tom: Why do you say that?

Jean: (shakes head) You hear alright, but age has made you rude, you don’t listen.

Tom: What do you mean by that?

Jean: Time to go to my room Doc. (Smiles before walking off stage right, she re-enters stage left which has now changed to a plain bed and night table. A nurse walks in with a cup of pills and water.)

Nurse: How are you sweetie?

Jean: (Takes the pills and swallows them without water) Jean, and water makes me sick, how many times do I have to tell you that?

Nurse: Sorry dear, rules. (Walks out the way she entered)

Jean: (Looks up to a fixed position in the room and sticks out her tongue, then glances down at the sheets and smiles.) Could hang myself with These. (Looks back to the fixed point) Well you don’t care. Alright fine, I hate you to. At any rate if you would let me have a pen and paper I’d be happy. You want to know why I cut, but you don’t flat out ask. You act as though you have to beat around the bush. I know how to lay your games, how to avoid giving you any real answers. You’re far to oblivious.

(She shakes her head and laughs then stares stage right, which has changed to a big over stuffed chair with a notebook in it, a pen marking her place in the binging. Another girl walks in wearing all black, “goth”)

Jean: I don’t even look like myself in my head.

Mental Self: This is how my friends depict me.

Jean: I am crazy.

Mental Self: If you keep talking to yourself out loud you are.

Jean: (Stage left goes black as she moves into her “mind”) Talking to yourself is insane period.

Mental Self: Only if you say so.

Jean: Do I?

Mental Self: That’s something you gotta say yourself.

Jean: (acting now like this is fine) I think it is normal.

Mental Self: It’s healthy in fact.

Jean: Cause no one else understands.

Mental Self: Not a soul.

Jean: I’m alone.

Mental Self: Completely alone.

Jean: Everyone else mocks me.

Mental Self: They act like I’m an idiot.

Jean: I’m not. I understand what’s going on, and I’ve simply come to grips with the fact I need to die.

Mental Self: By my own hand.

Jean: To prove a point.

Mental Self: Exactly.

Jean: When they give up.

Mental Self: And convinced I’m fine.

Jean: I’ll finish what I started.

Mental Self: Enduring any more of this is simply out of the question.

Jean: I’m doing what I have to.

Mental Self: They made me like this. Took away my identity. I’m constantly portraid as what they want, not me at all.

Jean: I just want to be left alone..(Her mental self grins, taking a seat in the chair, looking accomplished as jean walks back to her room) If only you all understood..

Mrs. Reid: (Enters in a suit, a name tag clipped onto her ) How are you?

Jean: Who.

Mrs. Reid: Excuse me?

Jean: You should have asked, who are you, you don’t have my file and I’ve never met you before (glances at her name tag) Mrs. Reid.


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I suppose if I ever get around to typing the rest of it I'll put it up, well if my friend bugs me about it, and she will.

JONES SHALL EAT YOUR SOUL AND DEVOUR YOU WHOLE!!!!!!!!! Or...you know...Just taste AMAZINGLY awesome and get you hooked, worse than cocaine or a cheep hooker with all the moves I KID YOU NOT!
*cough*
Anywho, onto an update...Umm..I have no life..SO......DEAL..umm..Yeah I'm sure you all knew that from the third person speaking and the random rps (role playing you un net literate person) lol
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...I'm done, I promise.
Back to those of you that are HUMAN. I have friends over, Kyle and Caroline Abernathy (No they're not married, they're brother and sister YOU PERVS)
Hrm...we'll I could type their respoces to my random stuff, seeing as how they're reading over my shoulder but that wouldn't be fun now would it?
You'd get confused there'd be dialouge breaks, Caroline would have a heartatack from me ommiting one word, and my dislexia reaking havock on her speech over how incompitent I am at typing things correctly with out SOME SORT of IMEDIATE spell check.
As she seems to so willingly be might I add.
Is it me, or did I just get all..Yeah know...adult about this journal?
ON WITH THE MELTED SKITTLES!!!!!! Weee.......
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts *doodley doo* their they are all standing in a row *bum bum bum*
I really really reallly need to download that......Just for umm...well.. *cough* you don't need to know my personal life.
This is a net journal not the real thing, it's ment for giving personal information.
Yah know what? I'm typing and singing at the time! I have tallent.
Wellp ....I'm done now. Bye byes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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