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I wonder why I even keep this LJ. TO POST DOLLS, WHY. Slush, E.T., Dookie.
  
The story is on a major hiatus. I've been too busy and I had some critiques that made me want to start over...or just scrap the whole thing. I thought this version was final but as usual, I was wrong. It's not motivating anymore. I have loads of ideas written down, just waiting to be developped but...I don't know. It got too big.
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| Étienne's Chronicles [Intro] |
[28 Dec 2005|09:59am] |
After much commotion and self-questionning of my own credibility, I have decided to keep writing E.T.'s blog. Much has happened since I started this crazy little thing. For the few lucky that were able to read the first entry before I deleted it, this doesn't concern you. For the rest of you, here's a little intro. Ahem. Étienne's Chronicles is a spinoff, a parallel point of you of Projet Utopia, featuring Étienne A.K.A E.T. as the narrator. In other words, if Étienne kept a blog, this would be it. Being very self-centered, he likes writing about his daily little adventures and doesn't really think it will be read by many people.
To help situate some of you that aren't familiar with the settings, here's a very rushed summary: Étienne was formerly living in the upper part of the city where all the action takes place. The city is separated in two by both a mountain and a wall; there's the upper-city where the rich, business class lives and there's the huge lower-city, with its factories, workshops and workers. Étienne left the wealth of his family home after a feud with his father and began a new life in the 23rd district, a rough neighborhood on the rim of the industrial sector of town. He became friend with a gang of youth, met Edwin, caught a bad cold, etc. Of course, to know exactly what happens to him, you have to read the actual story. The link can be found on the top of the Journal.
Now for the actual readers: I will start the blog around chapter 7: The Locking (Part Two). This takes place just before the fight with 24th district, before Vincent gets all exploded and stuff. Oh and feel free to leave comments! So without further useless ranting, here's the first entry.
[Blog entry 01 -- March 17, 23rd district
I thought if everyone else was doing it, why shouldn't I give it a try? As a writer and future journalist, I can't leave any writing experience unexplored. I blog, therefor I am. I shall be born on the Internet as of now. My name is E.T. and that name shall be known all over the network.
Okay, enough nonesense. Since this is my first real entry, I think an introduction is in order. My name is Étienne Darbesson but my friends call me E.T. That's me on the avatar, by the way. I'm 17 years old, I study Arts and Litterature at St-Jude College, in transitory year; I plan on becoming a journalist or anything related to writing. My story's a bit uncommon though: I've been living in the upper-city all my life until a few months ago. That was when I had more than enough of the supposedly social elite, of those voracious bourgeois, those predators and moreover, my father. Needless to say he was the worst of them all. I still wonder how I managed to have enough guts to pack my things in an afternoon, rent a truck and settle myself here, in the lowest part of the lower-city. Anyhow, I now reside in the 23rd district in a cruddy apartment with nothing but my computers and my trusty coffee machine.
Some say I'm a loner, some say I have a bad temper. I guess they're all right. Still, there seem to be certain person that came to accept me the way I am. I will definitely be writing about them later on, but not tonight, as I am seeing double from the lack of sleep. If I ever get my film developped, I'll also post pictures I took randomly in the district, some at the depot, some on the amazingly chaotic streets. I do hope I'll get some regular readers though. It might not be the most fantastic thing to read on the Internet but still, I feel there are special things about very special people I'd like to share.
And now off to bed. I really wish it'd stop raining, only for a day.]
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[21 Dec 2005|10:22am] |
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Stolen from Ruya!
1. What are/is your character(s) name(s)?
Edwin Bristow
Samuel "Slush" Grenier-Prénovost
Étienne "E.T." Darbesson
2. What kind of character(s) are/is it/they (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
Edwin: A rather demented human testing subject.
Slush: A friendly stoner, with an incurable disease.
E.T.: A smart-ass hacker and journalist.
3. What is the first thing your character(s) would think of when he/she first wakes up?
Edwin: "West. West. West. Oooh, peaches!"
Slush: "I'm so getting another hour or two of sleep."
E.T.: "Coffee. Right. Now."
4. Your character(s) favorite outfit would be?
Edwin: He wears what he has at the moment. Ripped jeans, black t-shirt and an army jacket and goggles on his head.
Slush: Baggy jeans, a rock band t-shirt, a hat and Chuck Taylors, even though they don't really exist in the story.
E.T.: Corduroy pants, a nice shirt and a tie.
5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
Edwin: That he's scary and his hair seems to be developping an intelligence of its own.
Slush: That he looks REALLY sick.
E.T.: That he should get a haircut. But then again, he DOES look so good.
6. Does your character(s) have the same tastes in food as you?
Edwin: I don't know. Ed eats junk food most of the time. But I do love peaches though.
Slush: I don't think so. I'm not into Chinese food and sushi AT ALL.
E.T.: I guess. All he seems to be eating are leftovers and spaghetti. He liked coffee before I even started drinking some.
7. How is your character similar to you?
Edwin: In NO aspects whatsoever.
Slush: The fact that he trusts everyone and give even the most despicable person the benefit of doubt.
E.T.: Ah, well, I like making witty remarks all the time. I'm a computer addict too but I don't do anythint illegal though.
8. How are/is they/he/she different?
Edwin: Um, he's mad and I'm not?
Slush: He flunked out of school and I graduated.
E.T.: I'm not THAT much of a jerk.
9.If your character(s) could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
If you considered that they're all GUYS, then, no,
10.If you were to suddenly become your character(s), what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
Edwin: I'd seek a shower and bless every moment I can spend with a pet raven named after my favorite poet.
Slush: I'd get my life in place. And I'd stop smoking weed all the time.
E.T.: I'd go through the clothes I have and be amazed by the ammount of dishes in the sink.
11.Is there something about your character(s) that you don't like how others think of them?
Edwin: He's NOT "Adowwable" when he's angry. He's a dangerous and vicious bastard.
Slush: ....
E.T.: Like I should know about this stuff.
12. What advantages does your character(s) have over you?
Edwin: Grey eyes.
Slush: Um, none. I fancy my health, thank you.
E.T.: Green eyes and blonde hair. And a lot of money.
13. What disadvantages?
Edwin: He smells bad.
Slush: He's sick.
E.T.: He's lonely.
14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
Edwin: HAHAHAHAHA! Yeeesss.
Slush: Yeh.
E.T.: Perhaps but they aren't important.
15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
Edwin: Yeah,
Slush: Idem.
E.T.: Idem. If you count all the doodles I've made and won't ever scan and post anywhere, than I have more secret drawings than none secret ones.
16. Do you have any plans for your character(s) or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
Edwin: Hell yeah.
Slush: HELL YEAH.
E.T.: Need I say more?
17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
This is a really stupid question.
18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
Didn't I answer this already?
19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
Not really.
20. Have you written any stories about your character(s)?
Click the link at the top of the LJ.
21. How has your character(s) changed since his/her first creation?
Edwin: Oh my god. At first he was crazy, then nice, then nice but dumb and now, back to insane.
Slush: He...he had no brain. I must've been too retarded to give him a good personality.
E.T.: He was the typical paranormal geek who sees UFO's everywhere. Now he 'd be the kind to laugh in your face if you told him you believed in ghosts.
22. Give us a one-liner from him/her.
Edwin: "............."
Slush: "Dookie, every time y’have something to whine about, you come to me. Do I look like a psychiatrist to ya?"
E.T.: "I’ll take that as a no."
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| Woot! Les chroniques du 23e arrondissement reviennent en force |
[27 Nov 2005|10:33pm] |
Et elles ont finalement une raison de vivre. Ce LJ sera la section "update" du site du Projet.
La revamp finale est terminée et beaucoup de choses on été rajoutées:
-Des bios; y'en a moins mais elles sont beaucoup plus longues et détaillées
-Beaucoup de dessins et de fanart
-Un wallpaper inédit
-Le chapitre 10 (Euphorie)
-Et un design qui kick des culs.
Cliquez sur le lien, un p'tit commentaire fait pas de tort!
Projet Utopia v.6.0
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| Forever! |
[22 Apr 2005|10:42pm] |
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My god it's been almost a year since I updated that crap. So here's a bunny! It's my pet bunny Morphine! She's way cooler than a virtual pet..
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[09 Aug 2004|12:28pm] |
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A perfectly good day wasted. Not entirely wasted but let's say the food I bought will be going to somebody else.
It ain't so bad. Nothing's that bad.
I called my old friend Gabriel. Still as nice as he used to be, damnit. I hoped he had found somebody nice but he didn't, damn him. So now, I gotta try something, which will probably fail miserably, as usual.
Second Cup called, which gives me two jobs at the time. I gotta get up at 4 am this thursday and go there on bike since the subway isn't open at this hour. And it'll probably be raining.
I so can't wait for school to start.
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[07 Aug 2004|10:13pm] |
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The past days have been quite stressfull. I never know what's gonna happen, I keep having those weird hypothesis...I know there's something going on, I feel it. I dunno, I'm frantic, restless, I feel, it's there, I know it. Something big is gonna happen (over my dead body) and...shit. I'm so not a part of it.
I want someone to tell me, okay, it's done, let's move on. I wanna move on.
Shit.
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[28 May 2004|10:47am] |
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I'm turning 20 today!
Quick, get my medecine and my wheel chair, we're going to play a game of parchesi with the folks.
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| School's out! |
[14 May 2004|02:28pm] |
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Yeaaaaaah no more school! Three months of well-deserved vacations!
The past days have been great. The weather's magnificent, it's sunny and warm and I have no sandals... Wenesday, we went to get a little drink at the St-Sulpice's terrase, all of the graphic design gang, to celebrate the end of the second year. It was really sunny and everyone got a little drunk (or "coktail" as would say my friend Catherine). We had a good time...
Yesterday, after my last presentation, my friend Maya and I played the ultimate badminton game. I won. We then headed out to Hélène's place and on the way to get some ice cream, we were invited to the recording of "Une émission couleur de Radio-Canada" (a tv show) which takes place right in front of where Hélène lives. I met Laurent Paquin! He's such a nice guy, and kinda cute too, even if he's chubby and all.
And tonight, I'm gonna see the graduates' exposition. I dunno if I'll go for a beer after, I'm really broke. Tomorrow's gonna be not rainy so go work!!
Gweeeh, I'm happy.
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[02 May 2004|07:29pm] |
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I revamped Projet Utopia's webpage! Almost all by myself! Thanks to Boum for the help.
http://abyss.unixdaemons.com/utopia
Some bugs, but brand new look!
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[24 Apr 2004|09:20am] |
I have a sudden urge of working on some Fallen Sky stuff. Yup. I'll finish my latest Projet Utopia chapter and I'll try to update Fallen Sky something that hasn't been done for nearly a year. I know, I suck. I'll upload new pictures too...
Yeeeee for me.
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[19 Apr 2004|04:26pm] |
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OH MAN THAT CONCERT WAS A TOTAL ASS-KICKER! I SO enjoyed Muse. They are teh sexy angsty brit bastards. Go brits.
But I'm so fucking tired. Drinking coffee makes me feel kinda good but I feel like I'm listening to people from inside a tin can.
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[03 Apr 2004|01:05pm] |
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Livejournals are evil. They force you to become sad and write sad stuff because sad stuff if funnier to read. I don't know why I keep this lj, since I never update it.
All my friends have the blues. Maya can't pay scholar fees, Lène's broke too, I won't even talk about my best friend (even though she doesn't like the term.)
All this moodyness is getting to me and it's making me sick. I just want everyone to be happy goddamnit.
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Our host, unixdaemons.com, is being moved to a new server so Projet Utopia's website will be down for a week or so. I'm working on a revamp because I quickly get sick of web designs.
If only it were sunny outside.
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| Kids. |
[26 Mar 2004|05:00pm] |
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I don't like kids. I LOATHE kids between 9 and 14. My god, what happens with today's youth? There was this...girl, this goddamn 9 year-old blonde hair ugly haircut and a bit fatso girl in the subway. She was talking to what seemed to be her father and she was saying, as if it was the most normal thing:"Yeah, Cathy's boyfriend kept beatin' her up so I went over to see the guy and I beat the crap outta him, I broke his nose and I almost broke his ribs!" For chrissake you don't even weigh 100 pounds, you do NOT beat the crap out of people! And the adult just kept nodding, probably proud of his daughter.
It sickened me.
I totally can see that kid in five years, wearing makeup all over, nose, lips, tits pierced, with HUGE cheapo gold jewels, listening to Ja-Rule and wearing clothes that say "Bad sexy girl kitty cat pussy angel" in pink letters. Smoking at 12. Drinking booze at 12. Smoking weed at 12.
I don't get what the fuck is wrong with kids nowadays. I used to play with Barbies and think smoking was sooooooo bad. And what do we have today? Twerps under 12 thinking Eminem is the big shit, wearing clothes I can't even IMAGINE affording, owning cellphones and whatnot, talking outloud about an upcoming party where there's gonna be lotsa beer and drugs. And I am NOT making this up, I heard it too many times.
I live in a rough neighborhood, with way too many schools around. I'm sick of seeing little girls walking around with super-sexy shirts and low-rise jeans, when they got absolutely NOTHING to show. Britney Spears is NOT cool, not more than Eve or Byoncé or whatever rap/r&b singer. Dressing up like a whore will not bring you success or money, not in this part of town. Because wheter you like it or not, you're still in elementary school and have a long way to go before being acknowledged as a real person.
Kids, really.
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[27 Feb 2004|06:36pm] |
"She says it’s only in my head
She says shhh I know it’s only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
’man you should try to take a shot
Can’t you see my walls are crumbling? ’
Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life she must be tired of something
Round here she’s always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can’t see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I’m falling"
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[24 Feb 2004|10:00pm] |
Now I never meant,
To do you wrong,
That’s what I came here to say.
But if I was wrong,
Then I’m sorry,
I don’t let it stand in our way.
As my head just aches,
When I think of,
The things that I shouldn’t have done.
But, life is for living,
We all know,
And I don’t wanna live it alone.
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[23 Feb 2004|10:55pm] |
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[13 Jan 2004|08:44am] |
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I gots me Daily Deviation!! Yaaaaaay!!! Merci Boum!
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