Organization-NW

That is right all my dear Night Walkers, your Leader is closing the book and shutting down. Due to the intake of requests and the more popular they have started to become, the Organization is no more. This profile started out as a weak one manned try to bring back the original Organization that had a follower and active in real life members of 100 Night Walkers, and now it's just a personal little space for the Leader of no one's art.  The Organization is closed, disbanded, and it's time for this lost Leader to move on. The Organization will remain up, but all it's new art and business will be moving to a new profile where people can request art, and all my new updates will be posted up. This is the humble retiring Leader of the Organization Night Walkers, bidding you all a goodbye till the new Profile is up. Thank you for walking with us this far, goodnight. 

I just want everyone to picture this creepy opening scene of a dumb horror movie, and then just me slinking out like 'hehehhehehe *A*'. No no, but seriously, I'm back everyone! I've been working on my art, as well as some other things, and soon I'll be ready to even open up and take commissions! If you are a follower of mine, you could be in for a treat because I'll do one free chibi for ya! Other commissions will have to be paid for, but I'm not open yet so on my way to that soon!

I must be crazy for getting up at 7:51 am to write this, but I felt like it needed to be done. For two years now I started seasonal work at a amusement park in South Carolina called Carowinds. Once a year however, in late September all through October, it turns into Scaowinds: Halloween Haunt! It started last year out of the want to have a fun first job, and it didn't help that most of my friends worked there. I was working in the Cemetery maze that was outside dressed up as a dead Amelia earhart. My jacket was way to big, I was way to shy and small, and the flighter pilot's cap was nothing more than a shiny pleather cap held on my head by a pair of yellow tinted ski goggles. I was scared of my co-workers and how oddly close they were to me and how far they could be. Got sick as a dog the first day because of a smoke maker up in my face, but....it was so much fun. When it was all said and done I thought I would be coming back next year for yet another better and more fun season, but life likes to throw things at you, and sometimes you just have to get out of the way or get a black eye. I had to run away from home half way through my senior year in my high school to new york to live with my father. It's a dream, but...till I got out of the new school I was the loneliest person. Caused a lot of fights in my house, but soon as school was over things were fine. To my surprise I got an e-mail saying I was welcomed to come back for a second season of Scarowinds, and while I'm still able, I took up that offer. Flew back down to stay with my mother and worked his whole second season! Though this time I got hurt a lot....say...three of my fingers caught up in a drop box? I was in a three finger split for at least a week. I wasn't so shy this time, had a better time with my co-workers, scared my bosses once or twice, and now it's all over again. This time forever. The memories are something to be held close, but....it's kinda sad that this is most likely the last time I'll be having a chance to make those memories again.

I felt a little stressed out about this, so I know this was the only place I would be able to talk about it without getting busted. I work at a traveling pet clinic, so that says something about me wanting to help animals. Well my co-worker found a ten month old pitbull who is currently staying locked up with her cars due to the fact she has three already and the male she has will kill the little boy she found. I just had to agree to foster him, but knew my dad's wife wouldn't let that happen since she's scared of every fuck'n thing. We have two little dogs at the house. Just note that they are smaller than cats. What I've heard about this pit is that he's great with dogs, people, children, and among being house broken, is a very quiet dog. Since I was forced to leave one of my dogs behind due to her being a 'big dog' I was hoping that maybe I could trick them into keeping the pit. So this is what I'm going to do to let them keep the dog till we can 'find a home'. I'm going to get the pup  from my co-worker when I'm done with work. Walk home with the dog, and tell them that I found it in the high school parking lot as I was coming home. In this way they will have no choice but to foster the dog while I'm away for a two month trip. It's a bad thing to lie, and I haven't lied since I moved in with my father, but it's for the greater good. If I can't keep the dog at least I can foster it while i find a home. This time I'm lying for the better of the two evils. If I don't foster this dog its going to either die in a pound after a day of holding, or rot in a no kill shelter for the rest of it's life. For who would ever want a pitbull? In this way I can personally relate to the breed. 

I'm a tough person, and I always will be. When I was little I was bullied a lot, and that made me weak for a long time. I didn't know how to stand up for myself, and even if I did I always lost any way. It was like that all the way up to Jr. High. When I got to Jr. High I met two new friends who took me under they're wing and created a rough tough tomboy girl who stood tall and won. She was known as a monster, beating up even boys without losing and without a scratch. A spitfire who was dangerous to the touch and hung out with the schools black sheep with pride. Ever since that day I've always been like that. Loud, rough, tough, hard, harsh, and a person who leaves little room to mercy. But sometimes....sometimes I wish someone would be kind enough to pull me to the side and say, 'It's OK to be a girl sometimes you know.' 'It's OK, you don't have to be tough all the time. Your allowed to act like everyone else once in a while.' The thought never hits me till I see something girly and cute. You know, something that is natural for me to want or like. There is no one in my life that I picture saying that to me EVER. I mean, I have two twin brothers that if I think really hard could tell me that, but SO not happening. When I'm around them and we're out in the city and I see something cute, I get so embarrassed that they noticed, and they get really awkward around me when I opened admire girly things. It's because they've never seen me that way in they're whole lives. I can't help but get sad just thinking there isn't a single person out there who looks at me enough to understand me. So when I picture someone saying those lines to me...I picture the Doctor holding me and telling me those lines. After all there isn't a real person in this whole world who would say it without reading this. There isn't a single person who would say something along those lines all on they're own just to comfort me. Knowing something like that, who cam blame me from picturing a character when I want to hear those lines?