Tapeta chapter 2: felt unlucky

there was a thing called wednesdays are the worst of the days ever born, it seemed that on that day you would more often encounter black cats on your way to work and home, land on your butt more than you needed when ever you pass by a broken mirror just to see that beautiful lady on your office and feel the wrath of all living creatures born to be possibly nasty and bitchy on your young age. of course on accounts of those unlucky things being done on just one day, there is absolutely no proof that that day has stopped more lives, from continuing, than anything in the world.


there is just enough time to finish the day and the library was about to close, Tapeta who simply borrowed a book, entitled: Star Wars for Dummy's, which she didn't even read since she was never a fan of was on the verge of a 20 bucks fine for not returning it in time. her burdensome back pack not helping her for decreasing her speed has just found her self face to face with the empty corridor to the doors of the library. just a few steps away and she would have succeeded in her mission that took most of her under-exercised legs life when she saw the student librarian helper locking the doors.

skidding to a wonderful steady skater boy like stop, the noise from the friction of her rubber shoes to the floor felt so piercing in the ears that she had to momentarily squint through the pain. once she had found it safe to open her eyes, and ears, her vision welcomed the sober looking boy from the faculty room. his face looking a little pale, his one eye awfully twitching with the reddish pain. he smelled a little awful but it must be because he was sweating, sweating in the middle of a cold 8 o'clock night in the library?

"ahm... you're that girl." he said a little weak, it was obvious that something had happened to him so horrible that made his voice hoarse.

there was this momentary pause on a persons head thinking whatever they needed to respond, she wanted to respond rudely but it kind of felt wrong, seeing as he looked quite shy and reluctant. "yes i am that girl."

it was definitely an awkward thing for the guy as he seemed to feel trapped in a corner, even though his mouth struggle a twitching smile. Tapeta on the other hand just made a lazy nod smile combination.

"could you excuse this one time with this book." she hurriedly said to avoid having that ultimate silence prolonged. "i really, really don't have 20 bucks in my allowance, in fact i couldn't spare it. the teacher said i could borrow it up until the end of seven days but its already the seventh and i didn't remember it not until science class. had to hurry to a pay phone and call my mother, so basically long story short, i had to go through blood guts and needles just to return this."

finishing her words by showing that yellow book with the epic icon of wheezing evil force Darth Vader, behind tiny images of Han Solo, Princess Lea, Luke and a bunch of photoshopped images to look into one decent image cover related to Star Wars. relevantly he was familiar with it, but he looked like he wasn't a definite fan, words be true he wasn't. he'd have read it before though since he's given quite alot of time with him self and the library.

"guess i could let you slip just this once." he told her as he reached for the book. he inspected the library card at the back of the book and went back inside, "but i suggest you wait for it to finish. you might not know if i'm really clearing your name or not."

looking around her and seeing how grim the open lights of the corridors were to her aware mind of the dark night outside she insisted upon herself to enter the library, even though she was on her full guard. you could never tell what a person is like, even if he looked like he was oppressed ten folds by some unknown force. a constant reminder to a person living in a world more dangerous than the star wars world.

libraries were considered creepy by students, specially at the wake of the night. towering shelves that made it looked like maze walls hindering your line of sight to the goal which was the end of the room, the opposing wall. books that made small tiny spaces to peek through the darkness of the nooks and crannies that existed between the shelving room and its occupants. tiny non-existent windows, since the libraries location was between the school gyms firewall and at the back of the school building.

there are two floors for the library, the other one like a viewing balcony consisting of older books and files from the school since God knows when archives and the normal library which is where they were located on the ground floor. the boy sat behind the reception desk which was located at the center of the room, where the only light source came from. it was bright and reassuring, but it didn't reach all those corners that the dark seemed to have crept from.

"could you edit the time when i gave it back?" Tapeta asked as she laid down her bag on the table as she watched him type on the computer, her eyes nervously surveying the dark.

he looked up at her and smiled that smile of his where you were wondering so suddenly what ever you did wrong to him. was it his way to make her feel guilty for returning that book late in the evening, where everyone's already gone and the only existing people in the school were those sports club outside, some responsible students, the janitor and the responsible teachers. even though the school had too much space to spare for its too many students,once they leave it , itfeels really large and intimidating.

"on second thought, why don't you just leave the time be. you know, maybe i could start sparing that 20 bucks. its just 20 bucks."

"no its okay, i'm already done anyway. just, next time don't forget to return the books you borrow earlier, Tapeta." he told her a little like it was something a motherly librarian would say to any kid.

"yeah," she said, plus. "could i ask you something really important?"

"okay?"

"whats your name?"

his silence must have been the best silence she'd seen. so far his face hadn't printed such a shock, she could have guessed a thousand reasons why, but nothing would actually come up into her mind since she herself has no idea what ever ran into his mind. one thing was really evident, at the time being, it felt like it was his first time to be asked what his name was. was she missing something in the world these days, is asking someone a very normal question such as asking about there name that a big deal it needed someone to react like so.

"sorry was the question really that bad?" she asked him, totally curious of his reason.

"no, no." his face hiding the fact that his voice sounded excited and happy. "i'm Solemi. my name is Solemi. i'm a year older so don't mind calling me whatever you want, you can definitely call me whatever you want."

"doesn't that work a bit the other way around. you should be able to call me any names since, you know, i'm younger."

"really? i don't mind. it's alright!!" suddenly snickering like a hyena to himself then reverting back to normal, "we should leave now. the janitor checks in at eight to see if there are students still in the library so we don't want to be mistaken for thieves."

"good idea, i don't feel happy being inside a creepy dark room." said Tapeta to him finally just chewing on his shocked expression and resolving on exiting the lair of the night library.


Tapeta insisted on walking home with him and waited for a few minutes to a door that is in direct view of his locker, although she didn't waste any time watching him waste his time in fixing his things getting them done and fading away. she was busy texting Henryeta that she was hoping she could copy her assignment in math tonight, being neighbors with a good studious friend is a good thing, specially in times of need when you feel lazy on learning on your own. but having a mother that worked at night might be another reason having a studious friend for a neighbor be a good thing.

before she could even make another message after sending the previous one she heard a loud cry from inside, her speed was good enough that her face slammed on the closing half of the double door that it stopped itself from closing properly. nursing her aching nose her eyes caught a few boys, probably from a higher batch poking fun at Solemi while he was trying his darnedest best to run away.

"good day Solemi, so hows the essay going? hope you don't let us down, i mean you don't want us to loose our chance to play on the field right? besides were paying you nicely. those extra cash your earning is helping you right? so hope we're not disturbing you or anything." said the one she recognized as Levin, to the eyes of many he may look completely sporty and normally good looking. though some would say he's got a few points down for a certain part of his personality, it seems like most girls seem to not care about it, must be the 'i know he's got a kind side' excuse.

of course all the timid like Solemi can do is sort of cower, a bit like hiding only it was a fail. "i thought those were due at the end of the week, i still haven't done most of it?"

"which ones? mine or there's??" asked Levin pointing to his comrades.

"hey, i paid first i should get mine earlier!"

"shut up, you borrowed money from me. you shouldn't be asking to have yours early."

"come on lets just finish this will you i have a date with that hot new girl in our cheer leading squad."

"oh hell yeah that girl with brown eyes, god her body's like a cloud nine waiting for me."

"shut up!" said Levin amidst his friends enjoying themselves at the sole idea of having fun.

"i'll give it tomorrow. promise!!" he said to him raising his left hand as an oath.

"use your right moron!" said one of them and pulled the other hand away from clutching his bag. the bag fell flat on the floor as he looked like a cactus with his hands both stuck in the air. waiting to be pulled down by his puny willed arms.

the rest of them left before Levin said "hey, heard bout that stunt you did with the trophy case. you know your worse than us. blaming a kid for your own fault. pretty cowardly ain't it, and your saying making you do these home works unfair. dude we're paying you, you should be grateful you have more than the income you should have."

savoring the effect of his last words to Solemi, who looked like he was about to burst in shame, he left him standing hands raised like a coat hanger waiting for coats and hats to hide his miserable existence. long before he could even find a way to make himself feel even more miserable than he should be there came the young girl Tapeta. her black eyes looking at him, it wasn't showing any thing but the fact she saw everything.

"you could probably use someone to talk to." she told him as she picked up his bag and put his jacket on top of his head, "and something, like a pipe wrench, to put those arms down."

evidently wednesdays weren't as unlucky as it seems, and at that time Solemi was glad he was oppressed.

Tapeta chapter 1: was all a lie

time runs faster when you feel like flying out on to space. your mind drifts backward like so, one step, two steps, and it suddenly feels like you made it forward than back. don't anybody think in this world that its much better to take three steps slower than five steps faster?

Tapeta, a normal kid sitting on a chair on a fine afternoon, would have enjoyed her stay if she weren't in the middle of detention. tapping her pencil in the rhythm of the choir club almost a window adjacent from the library away made it seem less boring. her head couldn't concentrate on the paper she should be writing as a form of punishment for some act she didn't even commit. no one would have guessed she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who cared. as long as anyone is around to be blamed with by any adult who was too lazy to listen, why not?

scribbling some more words, she put down her pencil and finally read out loud, in her mind, the content of the most unfeeling apology letter. addressed to the teacher who seriously thought she could pull off the prank, complete with what she felt like the best words strung together to sound like a kid wrote it with a mind changed for the better.

it read:
today i don't know what time it was, but i broke the school trophy case glass.(that was a complete coincedence, she was just passing by, like all victims of coincedences are doing, passing by.) i broke it with my bare hands clutching the heaviest bat from the baseball club i could find. (the idea was she found it actually far away from the crime and was thinking of bringing it back to the club.) i (this was the hardest part, finding the right reason to put in her excuse.) was pissed off by the defeat of the game last week, i have never mentioned this but i have had anger management for years and have been bottling it up. (complete lie, but it was better than saying she didn't do it, and still they would box her ears for lying the truth.) i finally cracked up that was why i did that, and i found the defeat of our schools team the best way to show them all in one go without hurting anyone else. i am completely sorry for doing it and by spending my time in the library under the supervision of mr.Layt i have finally found the error of my ways. (complete lie. the teacher just spent his time shouting at her for being a rising delinquent and left the half of the time for her to think. she didn't even learn anything, just gained a full head ache.)

"now all i need to do is to give this to mr.Layt and get on to my community work, or what ever physical punishment they've got." said Tapeta under her breath.

the clock ticked until the last minute of her hour and there she grabbed her things waited for a few minutes until the library doors knob clicked and it opened to let mr.Layt in.

"finally. now where do you think you're going??" spotting her get ready to leave pose. "get your ass down. you won't go to any of your class until we say so." he said as behind him the p.e. teacher ms.Tanara walked, still looking buff and fierce in contrast with mr.Layt's lazy dung like sneaky appearance.

"sit back down Tapeta," said ms.Tanara, with her voice so mild you could never feel any anger, a contrast to her buff like authoritative look. "the detention is over, hand your write up to mr.Layt and we'll announce the rest of your punishment after class."

Tapeta willingly gave her letter, "yes, ma'am."

mr.Layt grabbed it contemptously, as if she was lucky ms.Tanara was there to stop him from further giving her more of his life knowing point of views in life, which no one actually cares, lecture head aches. frowning back at his very annoying poser good authoritative teacher ass, she was dragged back to normalcy by the p.e. teacher beckoning her to her next class.


it could have been better if no one insignificant cared for anything that she did. no, instead all of the worlds kids in her year would completely meddle in her feat of superb and awesome act of rebellion. throwing those annoying glances that felt more like spears made of blunt wood piercing her front, back and side. deafening her ears with those nasty tongues made out of fluffy moss and mushrooms out of those wild wet humid toilets.

she could wait for a few weeks for it to subside, but the scar of that scapegoat living lie would live on. too bad it would live on, and she was made into living as a scapegoat, frikkin, lie.

but underneath those hefty comfortable life of being teased and taunted to her fullest annoyance, was there ever a surge of wanting justice from the wrong doers stupid wrong doing blamed to her?

"no," she told her best friend under the school bleachers, eating there lunch busily hiding from the noise and bustle of the normal hyper students of the school. "do i look like i want to?"

Henryeta, frowning so much her pudgy face would have made the softest pillow, said "i don't get you, i would have wanted to know who was the real culprit you know?? it's unfair."

"i wouldn't mind either, just getting this attention. its way much better than being known to be nothing." said Cisca, the only person sane enough to know the feeling of how to be noticed in the best and popular way as possible. "of course, like being feared. it's like the same with being praised."

of course who wouldn't receive exasperated looks if the way you comforted someone was in the way of selfish egotistical practicality. just in time a ball whizzed from the court and hit the bleacher seats so hard that it slammed all senses of safety between the three friends that they hurriedly ran away to another place to eat. giggling in between mouthfuls of their food and beverage while running there little feets.


Tapeta groaned loudly as she saw herself being dragged to the faculty room by mr.Layt, her annoyance from his presence succumbed by the nervousness she felt in facing the faculty. suddenly realizing, what if they called her parents, she would rather be the escaped criminal than the scapegoat now. much better she would have been hurt by the shattered glass or she could have escaped by hitting mr.Layt's groin with the bat after being witnessed holding it, then running for her life into seclusion some where far away, safe.

"i bet your real scared now huh?" said the teacher to her, "those defiant eyes of yours are gone and i could tell you're really serious in finally learning your lesson now."

inside her mind she suddenly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastically annoying or wisely consoling, whatever it was it didn't feel any better to hear words from a maniac adult who looks like a pedophile. like time could have permitted it to pass by faster, it didn't and she would have given all her allowance savings just to make it faster that she wouldn't want to feel that stomach churning, no less than redundant, feeling.

arriving inside she found herself face to face with a student a year ahead of her, his eyes looked like it was pleading but he smiled nicely, something to redeem him of his sober look. he sat in front of school guidance ms.Nice, her face in that chinese like solemn way, looking over the new comers. behind her stood ms.Tanara her hands holding Tapeta's letter of apology to the school.

"you are very impressive liar Tapeta, too bad your lies not as convincing as the truth." said ms.Tanara to her, actually to the letter like it was Tapeta herself, with a small smile on her face.

all that she could do then was just go with the flow.

oh siiiiiiriuuuuuusly~~~

well now ain't that dandy... i haven't had the time to think thoroughly for so long... i feel like i need to for some annoying random persons fault... but i just let it slip and say its just a funny joke~

okay scratch that part forget that i've ever even said it... of course im bothered... im a single effin hopeless romantic with a knack for cute couples... and it pains to say my heart can wrench for any sweet reasons... i just let thy tsundere have a go and tell off on anyone...

i guess i just felt placid

finding it hard to comprehend her anger any further, i have been noted that at some observatory point from some quiz ... i. am a person void of fights, suppressed angers yes, but never found the will to really fight back... i find it... pointless

Ec Tisia and its effect to me

its a song from a famous line of game named Ar Tonelico, yes it's that game where there are alot of singing as well... and nice world graphics idea... its amusing me to the fullest extent that i feel so... i dunno... hyped about it... its one of those fascinating songs that makes me think of the world of lady Eternal (in her universe, sorry for the fictional blasphemy) Gods daughter and Jesus sister... she's a born goddess and fact is she is like God, so much, that to abate the loneliness she's been feeling she created the Universe known to her world as Alternate...

originally this idea came to mind when i was hypothesizing some random theory, w/c i did not originally develop but assume that others have already, what if my friends were to like have a different universe where there dead brothers wouldn't be dead and would be alive and that at some point this and that you know some fate served different in front of you... yes very vague story telling but if i told it now it would take me forever and i bet my mother would suddenly pop out of nowhere between 1 in the morning telling me to sleep *slapforhead*

so there this song reminded me two of the most important inhabitants of lady Eternal's universe, the child born from a race of immense knowledge and curiosity of all lady Eternal's creation, and the other child born from the race that bore the most hatred towards her or something close to cursing her... if i told you there history i bet you'd be sleeping now...

so basically i'm very fond of them both since at some point my idealism of a woman and a man are both of them and at some point they are the representation of my own philosophical point of view and behavior towards man and woman's intimate relationship...

i describe them both in love with each other... yet far apart, like they can stand independently... they have misunderstandings and feuds but drama couldn't possibly sneak in there system, well part of their life is on an eternal mission to serve lady Eternal... but sides that they have the free will to be with each other, spend time and such but they still have to follow lady Eternals commands of saving there universe... blah blah... so there i have greatly tried summing it up the best way possible... but it has been long since i last drew them and there love though vague may be the most eternal one in this world i have created...

YES THEY ARE A LOVING COUPLE!!!! (aaaaaaaaaaugh T_T)

anyway i just wanted to post the song... LOL

happy to finish the outline

but strictly speaking i should have been half way coloring it if it weren't for the fact that i am having trouble with colors~ its a snippet... or more like THE major part of the chapter cover for the character High's Scene, he goes first on roster on the chapter introduction since er... i sort of wanted a vague explanation of sorts... sort of his past and reason, and sort of vague introduction to Hi's pendant predicament... but i won't be betting much since he looks completely different there since he was a wee bit centuries younger...

i'm half way through the Scene 3 and i'm already famished from ideas *slapforhead* its a dilema i am bound by~~

niwei i need to go and be on desk mode (like mah partner in OTL says)

sides this story is also part of OTL but of course thats what i call our duo OTL ... it's not because were a failure, but OTL represents the line of our friendship where as it has gone deeper than i have imagined it to be~~ she doesn't know about this but i guess keeping it as a symbolism for my self can't be tha bad a secret hihihihihihihi