Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Figuring Out Katya and Sonya.

NOTE: Lots of things have changed now that I've started the story (for starters, Katya and Sonya were born specifically on September 9th, 2401, and they have been in Irkalla for sixteen years)

(Most of this was either posted or written for the NaNoWriMo forums)

Now Playing: Billy Idol - Tomorrow People.

Sonya and her twin sister Katya were born in Russia in the year 2461. While their nation developed in the field of space travel alongside the United States and China, the two girls were born in crippling poverty, constantly surrounded by violence. They spent their entire lives side by side, trying to survive the harsh life that had been inflicted upon them. When they were ten years old, Katya and Sonya began to develop telekinetic powers. Though the growth in their abilities was very slow at first, they strengthen themselves by constantly committing petty crimes and small pranks with their powers. As the two grew older, the range of their telekinesis grew, as did the severity of their crimes. By the time the twins had turned twenty they were well known killers for hire.

Colonies had been established in planets and moons throughout the solar system, and there was hope that there could be advancements that would lead humanity far into other galaxies. The violent nature of some of the population, however, quickly made it clear said advancement was being hindered away. A small planet on the outer edges of the system was colonized, named Irkalla, and dubbed a megaprison for humanity's worst criminals. After a particularly horrible and highly publicize crime was committed by the sisters, the two were sent to Irkalla at the mere age of twenty-three

Irkalla is smaller than Mars and uninhabitable in several places, and when prisoners are dropped off there, they are left there for life, without much aid or any contact to the rest of the system. When Sonya and Katya were taken to Irkalla, the planet was at the brink of destruction. Every few weeks or so, a spaceship would deliver supplies in random areas of the planet, but for the most part, the prisoners were left there to die. After twelve years of much struggle, Katya assumed power in the world, managing to create a society of sorts. She started small, accumulating followers and setting up systems that would enable the world not to perish without a ruler. Technically, even though there is still much rampant violence, she managed to save every prisoner from completely obliterating one another.

Katya wants revenge on the people that imprisoned her and her sister in that planet and left them to die. As there has been a recent discovery of a young boy named Caesar who is displaying stronger, more variant signs of telekinetic and telepathic power than they ever did, Katya plans to use him to escape from the planet and take with her almost all the criminals, to wage war against those who locked her up.

Sonya feels guilty for having killed so many people, but Katya feels angry at those who imprisoned her and her sister when the two were so young and had little chance of surviving in Irkalla. Throughout most of the story, Katya's trying to do despicable things to follow through with her revenge, while Sonya's trying to stop her.

Despite Katya's slowly deteriorating mental state and Sonya's constant haunting guilt, and despite their changed views of the world and of themselves, the two of them still love each other and want the other one to be safe.

(Now I just need to write this much detail for Caesar, as well as his relationship to Sonya)
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! :D
~Becky

Sunday, October 28, 2012

NaNoWriMo and Senior Breakfast Pics

Within the last few weeks, I finished reading Anthem and The Awakening, but I'm going to make a separate post for my thoughts on them later. This is a bit more imminent:

NaNoWriMo:
I follow so many writing blogs right now, the anxiety and excitement everyone feels at the approaching month of November is making NaNoWriMo feel like a holiday all on its own, and it's made me decide to try this again. I attempted it at thirteen and now, three glorious years later, it's time to dive into it with another science fiction novel. Hopefully without falling 20,000 word short like last time. NaNoWriMo helped Redemption get off the ground and into orbit. Maybe it'll help Sonya and Caesar's story...which...still needs a bloody title. And an outline for that matter. Oh man...

I made a profile at the site and I hope to promptly...well...survive.

I made an account, andddd here's the kind-of-crappy excerpt I manage to pour out:
Caesar's a thirteen year old boy with developing mental powers--from moving things without touching them to hearing the faintest whispering of people's thoughts in a sea of uninterrupted static. He's content with keeping it a secret and discover his powers slowly. It's only when an older woman with an identification tattoo in her back, covered in scars, crashes through his window, his life is changed forever. His strange abilities turn out to be the least of his problems after meeting the woman, Sonya, as he soon finds himself at the heart of Tartarus Irkalla, a planet which holds the solar system's most dangerous criminals.

Senior Breakfast Pictures:


















Thursday morning was my Senior Breakfast, which is basically where they take the 12th grade class to a fancy hotel, give us good food, announce the superlatives, and let us dance around for around three hours.
It was fun, surprisngly enough, as was this Saturday's halloween party (but those pictures will come later :P)
~Becky

P.S: Like the new design? It only took me more than an hour.
And the comment bit is an odd chunk of grey with invisible letters. I'll fix it and put it back up again later Dx

Monday, October 15, 2012

Confirmed

About an hour or so ago, it was announced that Christian Aguilar's body was thoroughly identified. He is gone.

I saw his brother today, for the first time in a few weeks. We do not speak of course, and he doesn't know me, but I feel maybe he's aware of all the eyes that watch him when he walks into classrooms and through the hallways. It would be polite to look away, but I'm just another rude fucker who can't mind their own business.

I think they're moving him around now, so he doesn't have to go back to the same classes, and face the people that knew him before this all took place. Though he probably won't be coming back to AP English, he'll be switching into my statistics class. His girlfriend is my classmate there, so maybe some things were arranged so he could have someone to spend time with in throughout the school day. I really wouldn't know.

He walked into second period today with a friend as we were all studying for the quiz. His eyes were watery but not red. He started to speak but his voice was cut off and slashed in two by each short, shuddered breath he took. It took him a moment to expel a few sentences out in just a breath of air--like he couldn't make himself speak for long.

In the morning announcements, him and two family members appeared, thanking everyone for the benefit concert that had been held on Sunday. He looked the same--cut-and-slashed words and watery eyes.

I can't tell if he's been crying or he's been holding it all in since they got the news of his brother's disappearance almost a month ago. 

Anyone who is sane and reading this probably thinks right now I'm getting creepy obsessive. That I'll start to idolize him as someone else entirely and make up a scenario where we connect because of his tragedy.

But no, don't worry. I won't do that. I really don't know anything about him, I really never spoke to him before and so there probably is no reason for us to be friends now if we weren't acquainted in the past.

It's just that if I ever catch his eye, I know I'm going to involuntarily imagine what it's like to be looking out of his gaze at a world that kept moving onward, even if his life had paused and then changed forever.

I hope one day he'll be okay.

And I don't know what more to say aside from that. 
~Becky

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Together At Last

its cANON

Dream and Spirit is finally canon!

Ahhhh~ This fanart is awesome. Monday morning is now more managable just because of it.
~Becky

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Submissions and the Unnamed.

Submitted Our Silent Legacy and a slightly edited version of The Legend of Jane the Reaper to Arts for Life.

Here's hoping for the best.

Side news: I've decided to put my twitter to good use and upload a bunch of pictures of the doll my mom made for me when I was little. Since I rescued said doll from Ecuador and finally nudged and poked my mother enough times until she fixed it, I've decided to take her all over my little city and school. Too bad she doesn't have a name yet.






I'm thinking I should continue some tradition. My stuffed animals are named after Greek philosophers and writers so...

Sappho?

I'll think of something. Eventually.
~Becky
"Science and science fiction have done a kind of dance over the last century... The scientists make a finding. It inspires science fiction writers to write about it, and a host of young people read the science fiction and are excited, and inspired to become scientists...which they do, which then feeds again into another generation of science fiction and science..."
- Carl Sagan, in his message to future explorers of Mars.