Elena Ichinomiya

Jim

Laundry

I would say my nightmare but that would be pretty much cringe inducing nightmare than my actual nightmare... An empty bowl. There was a french fries there, but as always, it's gone now

My breakfast. Actual breakfast, not instant food.

Is there anything that can beat a bland vibe of sunrise on a new week? A good vibe? A warm cup of coffee? Or tea? TV shows that aired today? A new video from your favorite channel? After all the shenanigan i've been through, i wish i can turn back time to cherish those corny moment before all of this happen... --- "Is this administrator office?" (21: 30) "It is, who might you be?" (21:30) "Dion Stuart, administrator of Audia Leaflet West Academy" (21:32) "I'm Elena, administrator of South Ashfield 16 Elementary school. Is there something i can help you with" (21:32) "No, but i want to tell you something. Perhaps you can take some action since you're outside this region jurisdiction" (21:33) "There's cult school at Audia border" (21:35) --- It was rainy day at the school. The student and teacher voice can be heard not too far from my office. Its still 3 hours left before the school ends. But with weather like this, the student probably had to wait for their parents to pick them up. Or wait up until the rain easing up. It might don't seems likely, but student in my place are pretty much independent bunch. Me included. Back then, i had to walk almost 2 Kilometer to reach my home. My dad escort me every single morning, but when its time to go home, i had to make the trip back on my own. On foot. Those student probably had similar situation like i used to had. Though hopefully they had bicycle instead of going home on foot. By the time the school ends, every single student came out the gates, bidding goodbyes to their friends. Some would stay since their parent would pick them up. That's pretty much the routine. But that administrator at the border...she had it rough... --- "When the school ends, they don't open the gates and let the kids go on their way home. Instead they keep the student around for a bit. Normally the school ends at 12, just like every other school schedule. But they keep them until 15 for some reason that i'm pretty sure no school would ever do this" (21:50) "Are the school a public or private school?" (21:51) "Public" (21:51) --- That's odd. Public school share similar schedule through Elementary and up to High school. If its private school, i understand since the government rules can be cast aside as essential with exception of study hours must not overdue the limit which is 15:00 (3PM) and the curriculum used. Why this one public school was any different? Not to mention a long strain of study can be bad for a child especially on elementary school. Something doesn't add up. I try to look up for the school detail. What is it again? Right, Audia Leaflet West Academy. But its late now so i go to sleep and look it up next day. Perhaps when i'm at the office. As new day come into light, i help myself browsing some news before i go to school. Honestly, keeping my body sit down for almost 8 hours and looking at nothing but computer make me feel like i'm in a cave. Unknown about everything outside the world. It's funny and ironic considering that i can just browse the news whenever i want. Its not like the other administrator would complaint anyway since its just a news. Until i remember why am i opening the browser in the first place. So i look up that school. Audia Leaflet West Academy. The search engine seems manage to pinpoint the school location which is pretty much at the border of Audia, just like what the name stated. Then i look up at the government school database to see the school status. Its an active school, but perform much poorly. It has middling credibility which is B at best. School like this usually common at the somewhat isolated area with a number of students that barely reach the minimum quota. But Audia Leaflet West academy is still close to the city inhabitant and had good numbers of student albeit its not much compared to where i work at. How could they be this poorly performed? --- "The said extra activity is the one that hold this school back. It's not even part of curriculum. At all. But now that i think about it, some study material curriculum are dated back to 2008" (20:19) "Is there ever any inspection going at the school?" (20:20) "Yes. They only send warning to update the curriculum. But not the big picture that happen around the after school. I don't know how they did it, but they manage to hide their agenda in the neat way" (20:22) --- So i ask the administrator there what kind of activity that was. She said they gather each student on different classroom. They split up boys and girls on different room. I don't find anything strange on that so i let her talk some more. She said that at the girls only classroom, they were teach to sing. The boys however, got nothing but lecture and sometimes scolding, depend on what teacher they got themselves. But this is where something seems odd. The girls are teach to sing an old national anthem. The boys lecture are filled with nothing but nationalism drive. Or that's what the administrator think. Sometime a motivation to be a better student can be sounds like drive of patriotism, i can get that. But of course, its not going this deep until she talk some more... About the name they mentioned in their lecture... --- "The songs are odd and felt like its been modified. The students just sing it without thinking much of it, they're clueless after all. But odd song are everywhere. The boys lecture is what put my frown deeper day by day and realize something is off. They lecture the boys with something along the line "If this president still alive you're nothing but a drag in the community" or "Keep this ideal in mind when you step outside the gate". It's creepy, why they teach nationalism in such fashion? And bringing about past president too. We're democratic country, you can't expect loyalism to apply to the past leadership" (20:55) "Does every teacher into this stuff?" (20:56) "Not everyone, thankfully. But i guess i need to mention this..." (20:58) --- Some teacher are allowed to put their names away from being the lecturer. Which mean there's no push or any demand for it in the first place. However should they volunteer, they had to bring their own material. This is pretty much pushing the freedom of speech envelope too far, especially in education as some things are better left unsaid until the student see how the world doing their things. Since there's no material required, you can volunteer and spout any "motivation" to those student. I ask the administrator how those kids taking this lecture. She said either some of them just suck it up. Or just being good old fashion student on boring lecture. Sleeping. But those who pay attention are said to yell the quotes given by their lecturer outside the extra activity time. Which only proof how fragile a young mind can be. Naïve doesn't excuse misconduct. Especially about politic. But thinking back again, i used to have this kind of stuff back in the day. But it was a morning lecture and it only last 5-10 minutes and only once in a week, not everyday for almost 2 hours. I ask the administrator again what cause this lecture take that much time if its just sing and praise for 2 hours. If i were one of student and told to sing for 2 hours every single day, i'll be damned if i can talk again for another year. Turn out, this administrator was waiting for me to ask this question. Perhaps to scapegoat me in some way should this question would be their end. Think of it like someone give you perfect idea to rob a bank clean, but they won't join you on the field so if someone ratted them, they can easily point finger and accuse you for forcing them to made that plan. I might overthinking it, perhaps they had no intent to do this. But since i already spout the question, i play along for now. Day by day, months passed, some change of routine appear. The students seems to be cut in half. Guess they realize lecturing people on a big numbers wouldn't help to deliver the message. I don't know if its a good news or not, but there's some change... ...for the worse --- "Yeah well, seeing there's a little freedom going on, some teacher did take advantage of that. Some would go as far to open a business of private lesson, for a fee. Which is illegal to do inside the school ground. Things getting out of control" (21:34) "Did they got caught?" (21:34) "Technically. Someone drop the ball and it crash into other activity. The push i needed to put an end to this. And i know how. But i can't do this by myself. I'm outnumbered. But you and perhaps other school administrator could do something. Because this has to stop" (21:40) --- It was only then when i check the set of rules of education over Audia, that i notice something is not just add up. But messed up. So messed up that i wish i could be there to slam everyone mercilessly. I always keep my temper around especially when it come to work. But i guess it was true when the morality is at stake, professionalism be damned. The school location has been moved elsewhere. The building would be destroyed in the future. However the government in that region make things up to keep this school running despite the permission has been since cut off. They run the school with their "money"...and their rules. With whatever mean to justify its presence... --- "This school was a punching bag in this region. A corrupt official let this stupid activity going even though they know this is wrong. I give you this ZIP file. And just in case you're another one of those folks, don't bother to contact me again, i'll change number after this. But i thank you for listening..." (00:00) --- The Zip file contain an amateur video recording. Hidden in sloppy angle. I assume this administrator finally put the matter to an end with their own hand. The video was...disturbing...i wish i can talk about it but i feel there's something stuck on my throat when i try to. Its inhumane. Dirty. Pathetic. After all of this, i decide to make an account on free for all media upload. I had to cut the explicit part because they don't appreciate it when it come to minor despite allowing slitting down the throat of someone on their platform. I don't know what to make of it, but i know i would be banned or accused back if i just upload or tell people haphazardly, no one would take action immediately. So i choose to poison the river...and wait... And...wait... --- "Was that your doing?" (11:21) "I know it" (11:51) "Well, because you're the only person i talk to about this. Who else could done that?" (12:01) "I'll be moving away from this town since they gonna brush the school clean for real this time. I see a lot of cops at the school ground. And angry parent. I lost my job but i have clean slate so i'll be fine...can you recommend your workplace for me?" (16:40) --- Is there anything that can beat the bland vibe of upcoming new week? ...after all i've been seen through? DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. (c) Elena Ichinomiya 2023

Frostbite Engine 4 tech demo.

Isn't it ironic there's a cat pattern named after their favorite food?

Some critic about movie and retrospective of Yggdra Union

Background image for my new profile walls.

Bread. It never fail to surprise me when i had proper breakfast that isn't instant food

Narcistic buster. But hey, if their eyes can pop up like what happen on new Pokemon, i'll give it a try...not to laugh. Anyway, last thing i see before login today? Yesterday spicy wings. Its gone now

Fire Emblem Engage protagonist...is that a wig or something? Are you into character drawing as of today? Do yourself a favor, never put red and blue in separate color palette like that, even if its dark color. You either end up with mismatched shoe fiasco, or clown looking character. Never, ever do this.

Scrambled egg and sausage. Breakfast.

Shu

Why did you turn into skeleton!? I love it!

touch man

A simulation website.

Food. Idk what you call it in English. So here you go.

While you're at it, if there's really a chance for ED Discord making a comeback, do make some rearrangement what channel should remain/cut/changed. Seriously, that's way too much for a server who only handled by small number of moderator...not to mention some channel are only there to gather some dust and questionable at best why it was added. There's many things i want to suggest but hey, you know more about that stuff than i do so i leave you to it. Well then, good luck with your venture.

Breakdance?

A power bank

Some iceberg video. Is it weird if i already know most of the thing that down below except the deep web stuff? Thank my childhood.

(DELETED, LET THERE BE PANIC)

Ticking Away Rudolph Astera Is sitting quietly inside the train. The loud engine sounds can be heard even from where the car he’s staying at. His eyes scanning every single words on the book he had on his hand, while his other “hand” is holding an envelope. The said envelope has black and gold ribbon attached on it, meaning that he was summoned by not just anyone but someone important than any nobility he know. As if to emphasize his anxiety, his “hand” whirling and ticking whenever he tapped the envelop. Putting his book aside, he decides to read the letter again. “Dear Rudolph. Hope you are in healthy condition when reading this” “Things wasn’t pretty here. And not just the air. Things seems run amok in the streets. People say vampire or even the ripper! But anyway, I’m not sending you this letter to make you worry. But rather about the project we talked about last Summer. Remember Project Magnolia? That very same one where you want me to build the shell design. Its already finished. But for the finishing touch, we need your “hand” to do that. I try to make that large contraption works but it’s no use. The only part that make it tick is inside your “hand”, I can’t do a thing when it comes down to that. I’m an inventor, not alchemist” “The sooner you come here the better. But I guess I’m stating the obvious since I know you probably come running right now. Be safe my friend, many train accident as of late” “Kind Regards, Macias Neuer” Rudolph sighed and put the letter back inside the envelope. The project he envisions is about to reach its final state. He should be happy as an inventor, but for some reason, it didn’t excite him at all. Project Magnolia. Perhaps the first project where the world introduced to the first living doll in human shape. It might be nothing but a tin can assistant most people use to ease their workload. This one doesn’t made from metal but porcelain doll. And certainly, it doesn’t always spill an oil or overheat when it works far too long. But the best of all is…it can talk. In fact, that’s where his concern is. He knows the project would run smoothly, he knows his friend Macias won’t let him down. But he put gamble on that because voice is not something that can be made through machinery. It could end up with whirling sounds of gear, or worst, grinding gears. Who knows making just one human function that always used every single day would be difficult? His train of thought stopped when the door slid open. A similar whirl and clanking metal can be heard as a mechanized arms push the door open wide. It’s a woman. Probably same age as Rudolph. She has long blonde hair, almost golden even, a matching dress colour along with her little top hat, and her shiny gold mechanized arms. But unlike Rudolph, she had one each that goes from her hand up to her elbow. It seems she’s a passenger from the previous station where the train make its brief stop. Rudolph tip his hat as the girl show curtsy as they greet each other. He didn’t mind her presence as he focusses back on his book again. The rumbling train and the ticking and whirl of their arms fill the air. It might be just prosthetic arm for people outside Audia. But for the native of this region, it was a symbol to determine who they are. The fact that Rudolph had steel type while the girl has gold type, it shows that Rudolph is a working class commoner while the girl hail from nobility. His ears also pick up the sounds of mechanized arms. It was well tuned and not as loud as his own. Each shape of the fingers is nicely decorated unlike Rudolph who had sharp pointy tip for his fingers. “I’m sorry, does my arms distract your focus?” she speaks up. Rudolph shake his head and tell her how quiet her arm mechanism is. He later reveals that he works in the workshop where he fix any type of mechanized arms like they had, which is why it make him curious why she had her model run quietly while Rudolph ticking arms sounds like an old grandfather clock. “Perhaps its related to our mood? My relatives said our arms tend to fail to hide our emotion which can be troubling if you work as trader” she told him. Emotion? Is that it? He never considers human emotion would affect mechanism. This is new to him. But that can’t be true also since the girl said it’s the words from her relatives. So he asks if her relatives were inventor like him, which she said no. “It’s still fascinating though. If it were true…then maybe you need to relax good sir” she told him. Relax? Well, he does feel anxious. His project possible failure keeping his mind occupied that he forgot to calm down. He keeps thinking about the failure but not the plan B. For inventor like him, failure is part of the job, its normal. What make inventor truly shine is how they scrap their failed project and find out what make it tick and don’t. That’s the real pride of every inventor. Sir Eugen Douwes Stegen also had a lot of ridicule for his invention making the tin man that keep failing on him on every convention he attends. Yet his invention now are used worldwide and acknowledged as one step of human evolution, a defining creation of this era. And yet knowing that…his mind still on the cloud. What would the plan B going to be? Scrapping the project? Burn even more money to get the resource? He can’t tell. “Sir, your arm just sparks some fire” the girl warns him. He apologizes for the unsightly manner he shows and try to keep it quiet. But it’s not easy as he thought will be. Normally a mere tap and tweak would do the job. But it didn’t work this time. The embarrassment begins to build up knowing the blonde lady probably see him as amateur inventor who brag his skill seconds ago turn out to be all talk. Before he swore any language however, he felt another pair of hand holding his metallic arms. “Calm down sir, you might break it” she told her with assuring smile. Rudolph see his hand being hold with both of the girl metallic arms. The whirling noise of her arms still quiet as ever unlike his. The fascination turns into curiosity as he checks every compartment of her arms. It was designed differently and every part was placed in a way that won’t make it unsightly to see. The ticking sounds however, is what catching his interest. It’s as if it was modified to tick with every beating of the girl heart. Compared to his own, it seems his arms mirrored just that. His heart beating fast and so is his mechanism ticking noise. He hates to admit it but perhaps the girl has a point. He takes a deep breath, his eyes still locked to his and her arms that still hold it firm. A minutes passed, and he find his arms ticking calmly. “There you go” the girl smiled as she let go of his hand. But Rudolph grab her hand again out of blue. “Umm…sir?” she seems demand an answer for his sudden outburst. He doesn’t know how to put this, so he just told her… “I want to match the ticking noise to yours…” he told her. The girl went quiet before giving a nod. “Glad to be your assistance, Sir Inventor” “It’s Rudolph. Pardon me for giving you cold shoulder instead of introducing myself earlier. Lots of things occupied my mind right now” he told her. “If you wouldn’t mind me asking, what was that book you just read?” “It’s a journal of sort. Inventor tend to forgot things include their own lunch break” “Oh, do tell…” They end up with a line of conversation that, perhaps only Rudolph, seems to forgot that he still holding the girl arm. So much so that he didn’t notice that his arms no longer acting up. It was then when he about to get the book for the girl, he accidently pulling her also. He quickly apologizes, finally realizing that he had been holding the girl arms for the rest of conversation. “Would you hear that?” Rudolph tilt his head confused. What does she mean? He thought. That’s when he realizes the car only filled with just one noise beside the train. It was subtle, but it’s there. Their arms, ticking together in the same rhythm. It fascinates Rudolph so much that he smiled at the sight. He always thought when someone arms were acting up, its because of faulty built. Perhaps it was more than just a show off title for everyone to see. They sit down and listen to the ticking noises, sometimes distract themselves looking elsewhere since staring people in silence was considered rude. Yet they had smile on their face. But unfortunately, every moment, be it good or bad, will always come to an end. Once the train reach another station, that’s where Rudolph destination is. He tip his hat again to the lady as he make his leave. Once he come out from the train, he was greeted with a tin man inspector. It was there to see if he wasn’t a straggler who hitched on the train in the middle of the road. It leaves Rudolph alone afterward with heavy step and loud clank. He takes a deep breath. Somehow he felt…hollow? Sad? No, that wasn’t it. If it is, he could tell why. And then he realizes the ticking noise of his arms is…slower. Why? He already checks it before he departs, it should be on its top shape even after long travel. He shrugs and decide to think about it later. Until he passes the car where he was staying previously. The blonde lady seems to be going for the next station. She gives a slight nod and smile when their eyes meet again, In which Rudolph reply with a tipping his hat and bow. At the same time, the loud train whistle followed with the shouting of the train conductor to every passenger who board the train to hurry as the train will depart soon. …That’s when he realizes…he doesn’t know her name. The steam train begin to move away from the station. However, Rudolph eyes still fixated on the lady who seems confused why he looking at her as if he forgot something. Out of blue, the young inventor drops his heavy suitcases and run to the car window where the blonde girl is. He follows along the slowly moving train, his mechanized arm placed on the mirror. The girl follows the gesture by placing one of her hand exactly where he put his own at the mirror. Even with the noise of the surrounding, Rudolph can still hear their synchronized ticking noises of their arms. His step become faster, almost running as the train start to pick up the pace…until he can’t chase it anymore and see it goes to the distance toward next station. He looks at his arm; its ticking noise mirror his disappointment as it ticks slower than before. He went back to where he drops his suitcases, checking if something is missing and head to the exit. While hoping deep down, that they will meet again when he aboard the train back home after his business here is done so he can thank her properly for her assistance. And to know her name, which probably become his biggest curiosity over his own project.

News about Yuji Naka and Doom OST fiasco. Just another life lesson to learn that you can be as successful as much as you want, but without dignity, you're not exactly in position that anyone would envy of or bother to takeover. Ever.