pants to match

I've been sitting on this for over a year, people. And, though I seriously hate to admit it, I have no idea what these characters' voices are anymore. Nighthawk, folks, is pretty close to dead. It's giving a loud, wailing death rattle-cry. It's been shot in the gut and is slowing being poisoned. I tried. I honestly didn't want to give up, but my head is completely filled with AUs. I think it's a product of my lurching out of the fandom. It's a sad fact that I no longer read much HP fic, and what I do read is mostly genfic, short character pieces or AUs. And I haven't written anything canon of any substance since... um... Does EHWK count?

So... these are those five sad pages I wrote right after posting chapter nine. Pages I can't get past. I'm so pathetic.

Don't hurt me.

( what's left of Nighthawk... )

Sorry. *hangs head*

First things first... a link back to my Halloween story: Halloween Treat.

I'm not a huge fan of Halloween. My two best friends and I went trick-or-treating up until our first year of college, but that's because our neighborhood (they were my neighbors growing up) is decidedly kid-empty, so everybody loved us. My parents get maybe one kid if they're lucky now-a-days. Of course, we live on a culdesac in the woods :)

So now that I can no longer trick-or-treat, and neither my apt. nor my parents' house get any kids... well... not very exciting. We don't even decorate anymore.

Yesterday, though, I went with Brownstone and Sheila and baby Nat to Storybook Land in NJ. Nat was so cute dressed as a bunny, and it was a fun day... long and a bit rainy, but fun.

Brownstone and I got to discussing how annoying Britney Spears' Curious commercials were, and then got on the subject of celebrities "creating" perfumes... it's not like they actually made it. And then Monster Mash came on the loudspeaker at the park and we got hysterical, picturing Britney in her "lab"... "Brit was working in her lab, late one night when her eyes beheld an eerie sight... she did the mash, she did the perfume mash..." Okay, it was funny to us, but then, we're weird.

And now I'm sharing a bit of raw Nighthawk Nine.

( Blaise loved Christmas )