9/10/11

ibonekoen: (Vampire fangs)
Art for Your Kiss is Like Fire by [livejournal.com profile] drkprncss17

Art )
ibonekoen: (Joe Jonas in shadows)
Amelia Lansing was not my first love nor will she be my last, but she's easily the most important. Without her, I wouldn't be sitting here speaking with you today. You see, Amelia saved me. I don't mean saved in a Biblical way with baptism and being dunked in holy water and all that. Besides, holy water and vampires don't mix well at all.

No, I met Amelia on the first day I woke up as a vampire. She rescued me from being burned alive. My maker had a...how shall I say this? Accident. Yeah, sure, accident. Let's go with that. Anyway, he had an accident and ended up leaving me in the alleyway where he killed me. I woke up, had no clue what was going on, only that something was burning. Come to find out, that something burning was me.

Enter Amelia.
Amelia Lansing )
Day 3
ibonekoen: (lol (Shia))
Wow, so Joseph considers me his best friend? I think I should probably feel honored by that. I mean, I do feel honored by that. Although I'm his only friend, so is it really an honor to be chosen as a guy's best friend when you're his only option? That's like me telling my sister she's my favorite sister when she's the only one I've got.

Oh, and I'd just like to say that I had a totally different picture chosen for myself but Joseph said I should go with this one so whatever, I guess? Seniority rules or something like that. That's his excuse anyway. I personally think it's all bullshit and he's just-

What? Ohhhhhh, my name? Yeah, I guess that probably would've been a good place to start, right? Rather than just jumping right into the middle of things and rambling on. You know, it happens to me a lot, rambling. When you've got nothing but a bunch of dead people to talk to all the time, you tend to go a little stir crazy, I guess. Or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice. Yeah, that's probably it.

Wait! Don't go! I'm sorry, ha. I probably do sound a little crazy, right? Nervous. Maybe nervous is the right word. Sorry, it's just that I don't get to talk to people much outside my job. I work at McDonald's and the interaction is mostly "Hi, welcome to McDonald's, would you like fries with that?" There's not a lot of time for socializing. My co-workers all thing I'm pretty weird too. I guess that comes from looking like you're talking to yourself all the time.
Zander Bancroft )
Day 4