Evelyn LeBlanc

M O D E L

2005-10-05T16:32:37Z

For my writing class, I had to take a piece that one of the instructors provided the class with and use it as a model. A 'model' work. I decided to choose Jamica Kincaid's Girl. It's a one sentence piece that is increadibly long. Here is my own version of it. l hope you enjoy!!

It’s like raking one thousand pens down your back with no message left behind; it’s like taking one of those pens and pinching your tongue with it; paper cuts sting for a moment but die fast; cardboard cuts burn and probably leave you wanting more; try to finish that manuscript by 2:15 in the afternoon because he’ll be coming home but she’ll be here; wash the linens and soiled floor; remember mother’s birthday is on Monday but don’t give her a book; 26 days until your new book comes out; 26 days until you get money again; put rouge on your lips so they don’t know he bludgeons your face; oh, remember to pick that gift at Marvin’s; make sure to feed the dog cat food; peroxide is for cleaning, not eating; clean the house before noon; this is how to clean the floor with soy sauce to remove the stains; this is how to scrub your wounds with vinegar so the scars will stay; did you submit your manuscript yet?; Forgot to, mum fainted from coughing again; doctors are just as plain as regular cheerios; remember the days when you could stay up late; remember the hours that were spent laying down; mother’s past time is laying down nowadays; piano concertos are of the past but are melted in our modus operandi; writer’s jargon 101 in some community college; make sure to drink Bacardi with cranberry juice; make sure to tell him you’ve been cheating again; Dun wanna, vinegar ‘asn’t faded yet; at least a woman appreciates your existence; remember the last time he spat kind words at your cold feet; this is how to be that independent being; this is how to get your name etched in stone or at least oattag; this is how to wake up in the mornings and smell fresh marmalade than rancid jam; make sure popovers are in the oven; make sure it isn’t your next idea fueling the fire; this is how to rid yourself of him while making it out with just one bruise instead of the 27; this is how to tell her to kiss them away without frightening her; this is how to build your career while keeping deadlines; this is how to remember birthdays even if they’re dead; Dropped on my head the day I was born; don’t drool into your coffee because then it’ll be de-caff; this is how to remember two sugars instead of three; this is how to moderate; this is how to pinch your cheeks to make them scarlet; this is how to walk the streets and pretend everything is alright; don’t slouch, it’s not lady like and you don’t want them to call you a dyke; don’t punch them if they do; this is how to hurt them without caressing their skin; this is how to conceal pain and reveal innocence; this is how to pick up a dime and make a quarter; this is how to make that quarter into a house; don’t wave at him when you see him down the street; And if he smiles at me?; smile back and tell him you won’t see him next week.

X-posted to art_fag

F A N F I C T I O N

2005-07-05T19:46:33Z

Title: My Confession
Author: Eiji/Selphie fairy
Pairing: Golden Pair (Tennis no Oujisama)
Chapters: 1 out of 2, be patient with me for the second one ^^;
Rating: PG
Summary: Ever since Oishi proposed the idea of living together during college, Eiji becomes distant but why is what concerns Oishi.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any way Prince of Tennis/ Tennis no Oujisama because if I did, every canon pair would be together and gay fairies would rule Tennis.
Author Notes: I dedicate this fic to mizuno_caitlin, my Oishi, because I promised her (and a bunch of others) that I would write a fanfic of their choice. I hope you enjoy :3

(crossposted to _nanjarohoihoi and golden_pair)

You would expect that a team with such tight companionship would maintain that relationship for quite some time. Unfortunately, that was not the case for the famous Seigaku regulars.

After the seniors retired and graduated their junior high school, they went their own separate ways. Inui and Oishi had been accepted to a specialized high school for science and math. Tezuka and Fuji had decided to attend an excellent, well-rounded school together. However, Eiji had decided to attend a regular high school not too far from his own home. He wasn’t interested in specializing in anything until college.

‘My school is boring, nya. It doesn’t have a tennis team so I joined the volleyball team instead. I miss being at Seigaku... I even miss Inui’s juice! Okay, maybe not so much but still! It’s so lonely too, nya.’ Eiji pouted and rested his head on his arms. He looked somewhat reminiscent.

‘I don’t have Fuji in my class anymore and I can’t joke around with anyone else the way I did with him. I miss you too, Oishi. At least I get to see you guys out of school at least, that really makes me feel better, nya.’ He was now drawing circles with his finger on Oishi’s coffee table, still disappointed with his school surroundings.

Oishi smiled softly and tapped his former Doubles partner playfully on the head with his pencil. “Even though we’re not in the same school anymore, we can still have study sessions like this, right? Just like old times.” Eiji lifted his head, and his doubt lifted a bit.

“Nya, but Oishi, it’s not the same-”

“Plus, we’re the Golden Pair, remember? It takes a lot more than just changing schools to separate us, I promise.” The taller boy patted Eiji’s head, causing the redhead to playfully purr before laughing a little. Eiji flashed him a victory sign, caroling what Oishi said.

“We are the Golden Pair.”

--

Oishi kept his promise to Eiji, trying his best to keep things the way they had always been during Junior High School. Also, because Eiji didn’t play tennis at his school anymore, Oishi would constantly invite him to a few games of street tennis at night with Tezuka and Fuji.

’These are the things, nya, that keep me motivated in school, knowing that I’ll be seeing my friends once I’m done with the week.’ Oishi could recall Eiji telling him one night after a match. Even if Eiji didn’t play as much anymore, he wasn’t rusty at all. Volleyball kept his acrobatic skills in check, which was surely a good thing.

Besides inviting Eiji to tennis matches, Oishi helped Eiji in school and eventually, in their senior year, with college preparation. It turned out that the colleges they wanted to attend were relatively far which might have meant getting a dormitory spot, but they were also close enough that getting an apartment together was a possiblity. Oishi pitched the idea to his former Doubles partner one day during a study session at his house.

“Eiji, you know that medical school I want to go to, right?” he asked

“Uh huh...” Eiji murmured, as he concentrated on fixing a sentence in English that Oishi had told him was grammatically incorrect.

“Well, it’s quite close to Tokyo University so I was thinking that we might rent an apartment and live together. It’s a better option financially, opposed to both of us living in a dormitory. And we’d be seeing each other quite frequently, so that wouldn’t be a problem either.”

Eiji looked up at Oishi with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what he’d just proposed. “In the same apartment? You and me? Alone?” He spoke as if the subject was taboo, which was odd to Oishi.

“Well, yeah. We’d have separate rooms, of course but we’d be living in the same apartment by ourselves-”

“I’ll have to think about it Oishi, really. I have to see what my parents say and...just give me time, ok? It’s still early, nya.” Eiji said very quickly while blushing. Oishi couldn’t figure out why, but wouldn’t push the subject any further. Unlike his redheaded friend, Oishi was quite patient and would wait for an answer; that is, if Eiji ever gave him one.

Ever since that discussion, for some strange reason, Eiji had started becoming less and less communicative with Oishi. Phone calls had become limited to twice a week from the erstwhile regular nightly talks. Study sessions occurred far less frequently and Eiji had stopped answering Oishi’s e-mails all together.

The former vice president sensed that he had said something wrong during that conversation to make Eiji act this way, and he was very worried about him.

Oishi tried everything to get his friend to discuss what had been bothering him but Eiji avoided the subject like a cat would avoid water. The answers were always the same, being :”Unya, it’s nothing!”, “You’re just being silly, nya.” Or his favorite, “You’re thinking too hard, I’m just caught up in school is all.” It was true that the dark haired boy had a tendency to think too hard; but he did know that if the redhead was caught up in schoolwork, Eiji had always sought his help.

At wit’s end, her turned to his last resort: Consulting Fuji for advice.

He sent an e-mail to the tensai concerning his pseudo-neko friend, knowing that the one person who knew Eiji better than himself would be Fuji.

Fuji-
How are you? I’m sorry for e-mailing you so suddenly but something is bothering me, and it concerns Eiji. He’s been acting awkwardly ever since I brought up the idea of us living together in an apartment for college, which is why I’m concerned. I’m afraid that I said something wrong that could have possibly offended him but I just have no idea what that could be. He’s been talking to me less and less and whenever I try bringing up the subject he evades it quite stubbornly. You’re the only one (besides myself) who might know what’s going on with him. Could you please tell me what could have gotten him so spooked?

-Oishi

The formerly known ‘Seigaku’s mother’ would usually deal with a problem himself, especially if it dealt with someone as close as Kikumaru Eiji but this was one of those rare exceptions. He was convinced that he had tried everything in his will power to try to regain the friendship that claimed them the ‘Golden Pair’ title. In the absence of an immediate response from Fuji, Oishi mulled over possible reasons as to why Eiji was acting the way he was.

Maybe he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing an apartment with me because we’re both guys...but that shouldn’t be a reason considering how we’ve slept in the same bed many times, was one of the many reoccurring thoughts in his poor, befuddled mind. Also the thought that there could be the possibility that Eiji had arranged to be with someone else was easily ruled out because if that was the case, Eiji would’ve told him earlier. The more Oishi thought about the situation, the more befuddled he would become. Finally, after four days, Fuji calmly sent a response to his worry fit.

My dearest Oishi-
I’m doing fine myself and in case you were going to ask about Tezuka, he’s doing about fine as well. As for the seemed urgency of your e-mail, there really is no need for an apology. Also, I do in fact know the reason (note: it’s a single reason so don’t think of too many) that Eiji has been acting the way he has. To explain what’s going on, he’s told me he’s trying to put a distance between the two of you. Why? Well, that’d be giving away the answer now wouldn’t it? Plus, I’ve given you something of an idea about what’s going on. The only other advice I can give you is to confront him about it in a situation where he cannot run away. Play his game for once and I’m sure he’ll let the cat out of the bag. Think about it. I look forward to hearing the results.

Love, Fuji

P.S.- I was thinking about our next outing with each other and maybe we should plan an outing with all the former Seigaku regulars (including Echizen, Momoshiro and Mamushi, er, I mean Kaidoh). I’ve already convinced Tezuka to go so I presume I’ll see you both? I’ll give you the information once you give me an answer.

Oishi read through the e-mail meticulously before sighing at the vague advice the tensai had shared. ‘A situation where he can’t run away, huh?’ Then it hit him. The meeting with the regulars! He’d have to find some way to single out Eiji from the group and speak with him. Running away would not be an option for the energetic red head because he had an obligation to stay with his friends. After defining a method to have this problem finally solved, the idea of Fuji planning such a scenario popped up in his head. Laughing at the all-too-Fuji like plan, he whispered “You’re never going to change are you Fuji?” before writing a reply to the e-mail.

Fuji-
You seem to have handed me the situation in a silver platter. You’ll be seeing the both of us at the meeting, I’ll assure you that. All I need is the information concerning the time, date and place. I look forward to seeing everyone again, thanks!

-Oishi

The meeting was scheduled for noon for the following Saturday. The group was to meet at the park directly across the street from the small sports store they had all become familiar with.

When Eiji first found out about the get together, he was, needless to say, ecstatic. (“Nya, I get to see Ochibi-chan again! yatta!”, he exclaimed when he found out Ryoma was going).

Oishi explained that it would be best for them if they went together because then that would ensure that Eiji would be there in time. He even thought about inviting Eiji to sleep over but he thought he was pushing it with their current awkward situation.

Then Saturday rolled around. Both Oishi and Eiji waited underneath a brick awning that was towards the center of the park. It was half past noon and no one had shown up. Fuji, I hope you didn’t change the location last minute Oishi thought, thinking that possibly the manipulative tensai wanted them to be alone for a while. He sighed when Eiji poked him in the side. “Ne, Oishi, Fuji did say we were meeting at this park, right?”

“Yeah, he told me in an e-mail. I just don’t know why they’re so late though...”

Eiji pouted and leaned against the brick pillar. Even in his teenage years, Eiji still possessed some childlike qualities. It was one of the many reasons why Oishi was attracted to him. They both decided on waiting another half hour before getting a bit agitated at the tardiness of their friends.

“They should’ve been here an hour ago,” Oishi mumbled while checking his watch.

Eiji nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. He needn’t say that he was disappointed, his former doubles partner could tell. He leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes, a soft nya escaping his slightly parted lips.

Oishi figured that Fuji gave him this opportunity so he might as well take it. “Eiji, I need to talk to you.”.

“Now? unya, but Oishi, everyone might be here soon..”, the neko-like boy turned his face towards the taller boy.

“Right now Eiji. You’ve been avoiding the subject-”

“At least give Tezuka a call. If he doesn’t pick up I can call Fuji. Please, Oishi?”

Oishi sighed and mumbled “Fine” before speed dialing their former stoic tennis captain. It wasn’t surprising to find that he was directly forwarded to Tezuka’s voice mail. “No luck, you try” Oishi pushed the redhead. Eiji did the same and came up with identical results.

“Nya... what is it, Oishi?”, Eiji walked around the pillar to face Oishi. He could tell what topic Oishi wanted to discuss with him.

“Eiji, I’m worried about you. About us. I know that you’ve been avoiding me and have been putting more and more distance between us ever since I brought up the idea of us living together. I really don’t know what I said to set off your weird behavior but if there was anything, please tell me.” Oishi sighed and pressed Eiji against the pillar, his left arm lying only inches from the top of Eiji’s head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Oi-”

“Don’t BULLSHIT me Eiji! I know you’re doing it intentionally, Fuji even confirmed it for me!”

Eiji winced at the harsh words spoken to him, biting his lip knowing there was no way of getting out of this one. Oishi had let him run away long enough. However, Oishi found that he had made Eiji cry and yet again, clueless as to why his friend had taken offense.

“I’m sorry, Eiji, for whatever I did and I’m sorry for yelling,” Oishi whispered as he brought his left arm down to the nape of Eiji’s neck. He pressed both of their foreheads together. Eiji whimpered and tried wiping away the salt drops that lingered on his face. Oishi tried helping him by kissing away a few that were on his cheek, but that only caused Eiji to bawl even more. The shorter boy took a fistful of Oishi’s shirt before finally speaking.

“Oishi, you promised me that only something disastrous can break up the Golden Pair, right?”

Oishi nodded and looked into Eiji’s tearstained face, wondering why he was bringing up that point now. He closed his eyes to listen to what the other had to finally explain. Eiji took a deep breath and held onto Oishi’s shirt even tighter as he said it. What Kikumaru Eiji whispered shocked Syuichiroh Oishi in ways that even he could not yet predict.

“Nya, Oishi...I’m gay”.

W H Y . D O . I . C R Y ?

2005-03-14T10:47:36Z

This is a poem that was resulted from boredom in my Music class. I experimented with the rhyme scheme so if your wondering why some parts may sound a little different, that's why.

Chime, Chime,
rang, for
not me
but you, you
tried walking on a clouded
line of taboo activity
you and I
eye for eye
failed, you did but I
kept on walking, forward
because
lonely people die, give up
fell
water pool of memories
you tried to drain,
too drained to try
thats why I cry
for you, not I
girl shattered, broken
by fear of us
stranded was all that was left
before I heard
that chime, chime

G E N D E R . R E V E R S AL

2005-01-08T02:45:24Z

Here is a poem I wrote back on 11.27.04. I finally decided to share it here because of a very disturbing article I had come across about homosexuals, transexuals, bisexuals, etc. If you choose to read it, here it is: http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,,1369643,00.html

I had a dream
that
rasberry swirls ate vanilla
ice cream
the white cream was
marginilized
swish this way and
that.

I had a dream
where
girls played with trucks
and
wanted to become rock and roll
stars. Boys played with
dolls
at midnight, while listening to
Madonna Tunes

I had a dream
when
writers would not be
cliché
and painters would not paint
like Pollack

I woke up
took a sip of
rancid marmalade
realized dreams are not meant to be made.

P A N T U O M . F I L E S

2004-12-21T02:22:53Z

A Pantuom (for those who don’t know) is a poem that uses a four-line stanza in which lines 2 and 4 are carried over, whole, to the next stanza where they become lines 1 and 3. You write new lines 2 and 4 that both fit into the stanza and will be carried over into the next stanza. The poem can be of any length and the final lines 2 and 4 are in fact lines 1 and 3 of the very first stanza. This entry is a Pantuom I wrote for my writing seminar, criticism is welcomed as usual.

Little girl, little girl, take that
ball bounce.
Off the cliff-
jump after, sacrifice
silly little girl died at age nine.

Off the cliff-
your imaginary friends giggle, giggle
silly little girl died at age nine.
Whisper 'Bye Bye' after you fell.

Your imaginary friends giggle, giggle
mother clutches father, unborn baby son
whisper 'Bye Bye' after you fell,
teary eyed uncle, sorrowful aunt.

Mother clutches father, unborn baby son
skipped the rock on the lake of life,
teary eyed uncle, sorrowful aunt
play once more with the invisible ball.

Skipped the rock on the lake of life,
jump after, sacrifice
play once more with the invisible ball.
Little girl, little girl, take that
ball bounce.

W O N D E R L A N D. A N D. F R E E D O M

2004-11-11T01:01:05Z

In my writing class today, we were given time to write freewrites. I wrote two poems, one very political and the other was inspired by Alice In Wonderland (By Lewis Carol). They're behind the lj cuts respectively:

Tick, tock
tick, tock
rabbit hole (fall down)
chessboard -smoke- what?
white rose, paint red
unahppy birthday, sing? yes
tea? perhaps.
Flamingos go -flippity flop-
down another rabbit hole, that

porcupine goes. Lake of tears.
Walrus, doe-doe, chesire cat,
drink me, eat that
too big, to fit inside the
dollhouse made of straw
twins wearing knickerbockers and dumb hats

Jabberwocky against
foe with vorpal blade.
Tongue speak, ah yes, now I hear
through mirrorland, wonderland
read that book,
catepillar staring ontop of mushroom head
Dream dear Alice in your baby blue
and white (poofy) dress.

Pawing through my pockets
gold digger reaching for more
than what he can get
smack him hard with
tuna fish, tuna fish hard
yea.

Old man older than most oddities
tie me up, beat me
try to set me free.
Your bonds are nothing
but constraining physically
your weak demeanor
never gets to me
try (</i>whisper</i>) again
pinch my tongue with a pen
scorch my spirit, soul
laugh
dancing on a pole.

Amusing efforts conservative prick
can't do anything to contain me yet,
who we are, who we are meant to be
this is what it means, to be
in the land of the free.

R E M U S. L U P I N. M W P P

2004-11-10T11:38:14Z

T H E. Q U I E T. O N E
.Drawing.By.Evelyn.
.Coloring.By.Tina-Tuna.
.November.9.2004.

laulauland @ 2004-11-09T20:51:00

2004-11-10T02:02:17Z

This journal, as the name was given to me by a dear friend named Tina, will be used for my art and writing purposes.

Most Recent Accomplishments/News
- I'm a member of NaNiWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). The novel is underway, which means a lot of hard work and dedication.
- Inked my Remus Lupin fanart and OC fanart (of Tate and Rizzen). They'll be up tomorrow or sometime this week.
- I'm enetering in the scholastic contest for my poetry.

-Evelyn