Kureita's Reflection
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Eh... Might as well post something here. Anyway, this will cover some stuff that I write and the rest.
I titled this picture as: "I wonder What have I served as"
This picture is actually a random deviation from my DA Account.
Here what I posted as Description:
Why am I being emo?
Take note, I'm not!
Here a little story when I was drawing this:
...When I drew this while sitting at my terrace I suddenly felt a cold sensation inside me with saying quietly: "DAMN IT, I DREW AN IMAGE OF MYSELF!"
I held by chest with a fist, and almost rolled off my chair. I jerked tears, but I never cried.
I asked myself a question: "I wonder what I have served as"
--THIS IS TRUE, NO KIDDING-- I'M SERIOUS.
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And from what I typed as description it is true, I did almost fell off my seat and had a hurtful sensation in my chest.
I'm not angry, just indifferent. The Character there is an OC of my the represents me, Kureita Dabeishu OR just simply call him Crator(pronounced as Crater, but whaterver). I spelled it that way for a reason, just like when spell lollipop as 'lolipop'.
Anyway, I've come here to share what I've been feeling lately. I got some new glasses, since my old one's handle broke apart due to rust, now from an rounded-rectangle shaped frame to a round one. A lot of people had been comparing to Harry Potter, and I was just being modest by saying: "Really? Why do you have to bring that up?" Then, I sometimes keep to myself saying: "At this rate, I make Harry seem like an arse."
I've been feeling lonely in my world, with only brief glimpses company. My mom seems to think she's going to separate from dad for awhile. She said she'll bring my little brother(thank goodness) with her if that ever happens. Then she'd leave me with dad since she's confident that I'll be fine with dad(since I'm the favorite son, as an observed fact).
I can call my classmates(or 'batchmates', you may, since we're headin' to college by June(?)) on the phone, but a lot of them would be too busy to answer. I'd only call my best buddy, which I'll call by a nickname; Jack. Although it has no relation to his real name, I tend to name him with that(I actually put different names to all my contacts on my phone).
Jack is always there for me. When I'm bored and need to share something with someone. He's a good friend although we have fights at times, we just laugh it off the end of the day. I can't always though call him, I gotta do something else.
Let's establish the Crator is an equivalent of me.
I given Crator a better life though(as shown in the comics I make), he is very successful in what he does, he has an IQ of 298, he is only 14 years old and he's almost graduating from school(he was mostly home-schooled as a child, so when he first stood as a student, it's actually he's first time being a normal kid).
Despite Crator's past, which was of mixed-feelings.
Crator suffered trauma from just crying. And he vows to never cry again, as he proclaims to himself: "Tears only make it worse, don't do it to yourself!"
He had an excruciating pain in his chest the first time he cried, he couldn't barely speak properly. His parents didn't take him to as hospital since, he was implanted with technology planted by agents of the government. Crator's mother just carried him with a bundle of cloth and serenaded him till he'd calm down.
Why did Crator cry on the first place?
The answer was simple. It was who he used to call 'CeePee'... Nurse Precious(Or Kichona if you may), the nurse that stood beside him for most of his childhood, she is often seen than Crator's parents. The parents allowed Precious to experiment with their son as the parents believe that this experiment will be a godsend to the future generations. Though it wasn't long when the government experiment was discovered by religious sectors, saying it's wrong to mess with the anatomy of a human(their not from Earth, so don't be confused on what I'm talking about. This story takes place in Planet Cutezome, Cutezomes have very similar characteristics a Earth People do). So Mercenaries, bounty hunters and the like, were sent to hunt down the Nurses and Doctors that had been assigned by the government.
Precious being quick in her mind, packed her things and left. But not without saying good byes to the Davish Family. Crator cried because he lost his only friend, teacher, person he truly knows at the time(he was 10 when she left).
So the thought right now, is that what was Precious' intention to implant things on me, What have I served as?
A patient? A toy? A Bridge of Communication? A specimen?
I titled this picture as: "I wonder What have I served as"
This picture is actually a random deviation from my DA Account.
Here what I posted as Description:
Why am I being emo?
Take note, I'm not!
Here a little story when I was drawing this:
...When I drew this while sitting at my terrace I suddenly felt a cold sensation inside me with saying quietly: "DAMN IT, I DREW AN IMAGE OF MYSELF!"
I held by chest with a fist, and almost rolled off my chair. I jerked tears, but I never cried.
I asked myself a question: "I wonder what I have served as"
--THIS IS TRUE, NO KIDDING-- I'M SERIOUS.
-------------------------------------------------------------
And from what I typed as description it is true, I did almost fell off my seat and had a hurtful sensation in my chest.
I'm not angry, just indifferent. The Character there is an OC of my the represents me, Kureita Dabeishu OR just simply call him Crator(pronounced as Crater, but whaterver). I spelled it that way for a reason, just like when spell lollipop as 'lolipop'.
Anyway, I've come here to share what I've been feeling lately. I got some new glasses, since my old one's handle broke apart due to rust, now from an rounded-rectangle shaped frame to a round one. A lot of people had been comparing to Harry Potter, and I was just being modest by saying: "Really? Why do you have to bring that up?" Then, I sometimes keep to myself saying: "At this rate, I make Harry seem like an arse."
I've been feeling lonely in my world, with only brief glimpses company. My mom seems to think she's going to separate from dad for awhile. She said she'll bring my little brother(thank goodness) with her if that ever happens. Then she'd leave me with dad since she's confident that I'll be fine with dad(since I'm the favorite son, as an observed fact).
I can call my classmates(or 'batchmates', you may, since we're headin' to college by June(?)) on the phone, but a lot of them would be too busy to answer. I'd only call my best buddy, which I'll call by a nickname; Jack. Although it has no relation to his real name, I tend to name him with that(I actually put different names to all my contacts on my phone).
Jack is always there for me. When I'm bored and need to share something with someone. He's a good friend although we have fights at times, we just laugh it off the end of the day. I can't always though call him, I gotta do something else.
Let's establish the Crator is an equivalent of me.
I given Crator a better life though(as shown in the comics I make), he is very successful in what he does, he has an IQ of 298, he is only 14 years old and he's almost graduating from school(he was mostly home-schooled as a child, so when he first stood as a student, it's actually he's first time being a normal kid).
Despite Crator's past, which was of mixed-feelings.
Crator suffered trauma from just crying. And he vows to never cry again, as he proclaims to himself: "Tears only make it worse, don't do it to yourself!"
He had an excruciating pain in his chest the first time he cried, he couldn't barely speak properly. His parents didn't take him to as hospital since, he was implanted with technology planted by agents of the government. Crator's mother just carried him with a bundle of cloth and serenaded him till he'd calm down.
Why did Crator cry on the first place?
The answer was simple. It was who he used to call 'CeePee'... Nurse Precious(Or Kichona if you may), the nurse that stood beside him for most of his childhood, she is often seen than Crator's parents. The parents allowed Precious to experiment with their son as the parents believe that this experiment will be a godsend to the future generations. Though it wasn't long when the government experiment was discovered by religious sectors, saying it's wrong to mess with the anatomy of a human(their not from Earth, so don't be confused on what I'm talking about. This story takes place in Planet Cutezome, Cutezomes have very similar characteristics a Earth People do). So Mercenaries, bounty hunters and the like, were sent to hunt down the Nurses and Doctors that had been assigned by the government.
Precious being quick in her mind, packed her things and left. But not without saying good byes to the Davish Family. Crator cried because he lost his only friend, teacher, person he truly knows at the time(he was 10 when she left).
So the thought right now, is that what was Precious' intention to implant things on me, What have I served as?
A patient? A toy? A Bridge of Communication? A specimen?
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Nice story you've writen ive enjoyed the fact that there are alot of details. and put my brain to work.
Not being an baka but i liked the story of non-Crator but what is the thing with him?
Its a skech of a caracter or your view about yourself trying to answer the question or what? (that is the confusing part)
Still its a nice story. And i definantly wana hear more answers about other interestin questions.
Not being an baka but i liked the story of non-Crator but what is the thing with him?
Its a skech of a caracter or your view about yourself trying to answer the question or what? (that is the confusing part)
Still its a nice story. And i definantly wana hear more answers about other interestin questions.