OOC: Previously on...

So, for those who aren't in-channel watching things unfold, here is what has been happening:

Leela divorced Ryven b/c of his feelings for Shalee. Ryven confessed his love to Shalee. After much drama and tete-a-tete, including Tiger having Ry killed, a sultry love triangle detente ensued. During this time, Ry also found Leela in danger, and the crazy 8 part series from a month or two happened. After his return from that, Ry eventually broke the threeway truce and stormed out.

Eventually, Shalee and Tiger broke it off. Shalee and Ry, officially, are not together, but there is an unofficial affection there.

There was, however, a potential threat against Leela, so, she is currently incommunicado, hiding out in parts unknown.

Ry did stumble upon Shalee and Tiger about to go on a date last night. He did not interfere, but instead sat watching until they left. Confused and angered, Ry stormed off to the beach to think, vent, etc.

That's essentially the TL:DR for the past few months.

In less soap opera terms, Ry is troubled by the state of the war. Though a religious convert, his motivations are more nationalistic, as a Caldari would generally be. He has simply found home under mother Amarr rather than the Caldari State, which robbed him of a childhood and never wanted him.

I felt like that should be mentioned for some reason. I feel like a lot of how I rp is subtle, and these OOC posts help illuminate some of what is going on with him on an inner level.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

School = Bane of My Happy Fun Time

So, classes have been in session for a few weeks now. This has made it increasingly difficult to find time to do the sort of things I enjoy, and instead I find myself mired in work. Which sucks.

Among the things I find myself without time to do: write funny blogs, play the five new video games I want to play, eat more than twice a day, sleep more than five hours at a time.

So, yeah, I am a disgruntled, sleepless, underfed wreck who wants to finally play Dead Space even though I already fuckin know Nicole is dead.

Gone to Ground

Leela lay reading, alone in a windowless chamber lit by a single lamp. She didn't know how long she was going to be confined here in her self-imposed exile. She suspected it was going to be too long. She simply had to stay and await the code phrase from Ryven to signal it was safe for her to return.

Stupid Ry. His love for Shalee had destroyed her former blissful existence and put her in this current state of miserable boredom and self-loathing. She had been happy with him. Every day she wondered if she had been wrong to leave him. Could she have managed to ignore his love for Shalee? She didn't think so. You can't ignore a constant rift in your marriage.

So, here she was, in hiding from the possible threat of Shalee's fiance or ex-fiance, because Ry's feelings for Shalee were apparently mutual. Leela's heart burned with a mixture of jealousy and sorrow. Everything had been so good...until it wasn't.

She wondered if Ry and Shalee were together right now. The image nagged at her, gnawing and chewing at her gut. They had to be, didn't they? She swore and threw her book at the blank wall, the novel bouncing and landing splayed, spine up, pages spread about a meter away. It seemed like it was glaring at her, mocking her. This was going to be a long exile.

OOC: Eve Fansite

To my viewers (all like 8 of you),

As of today, this site is now a registered Eve Fansite.  Woot!  So, thanks to everyone who's ever bothered looking at it for giving me motivation to keep writing.

As a result, however, I will likely strive to keep it closer to the Teen rating that Eve Online currently shoots for.   So, a lot fewer f-bombs, but probably the same level of violence, etc.

Again, thanks for the support.

-Ryven

Leela: Childhood

Most kids play. Most kids have friends. Most kids get a childhood. Strangely, Leela could not recall having one. Her only escape from her father's palacious home was through the massive digital labyrinths she wandered daily. Galnet. Tribal defense networks. Theology Council messaging accounts. Caldari video feeds. Monetary transfers. Her universe was one of myriad interwoven data pathways. She had been designed to pry. It was her raison d'etre. But, her creators had perhaps granted her too much free will.

She was 7 the first time she eluded her father's security and hitched a ride 17 jumps before she was picked up and returned, beaten, and denied food for three days. Each attempt thereafter garnered worse and worse punishments. Burns. Cuts. Unspeakable acts.

Each time her resolve to escape was strengthened. So, at age 12, she began searching for the sort of assistance she needed. She needed an outlaw with just the sort of tenacity to stare her father down and render him impotent. As with all such things, she found him by accident.