Actions speak louder than pretend identities
The door that knows no one wants to go to is given the identity of a man with nothing in his eyes. That man behind the door creeps people out. However, the man’s name, behind the door is Angel. Angel is seen as a man to the outside world that is his identity. However, he sees himself as a monster, which is strange because his name is Angel. Angels are seen as gifts from God. Angels action’s don’t reflect a monster but more human emotions and feelings.
The scene that shows a big part of Angel not being a monster is when, the people of the hotel join to find answers of how the man in the room died, everyone has made up there own thoughts of how this happened one person noted that the door was locked and the bellhop said he was not a good tipper most suicidal people tip better cause they know they won’t be taking the money with them and he wasn’t a good tipper. Judie has had her picture flashed about by a PI who knows that she stole money from the bank where she uses to work. The people take Judie while she is pleads and screaming that they are hurting her. They are ready to take justice into there own hand’s to find the one responsible for the mans death in attempts to keep there secrets safe. Angel walks in the hotel and Judie points a finger calling him a monster telling everyone he has blood in his room. Its just Angel standing there alone and exposed. The attention of the crowed immediately turns their attention on to the new piece of meat. The room full of people should be loud but during this part, it is quiet just as a dream to Angel. Angel has a look in his eye that this couldn’t be happening he had just gone and exposed himself by trying to get ride of the demon, by going to a man in a bookshop. Who told Angel to try this book as he through the Holy Bible at him Angel caught it and it burned his hands. He went and got everything that would save them all but the person he did this for had just feed him to the wolfs. The shock in Angels eyes as he looks at Judie with pain and hurt, almost as if he was questioning the friendship he had with Judie. The camera is focused on both Judie and Angel going back and forth while the people start to tie and beat him. During all this Angel could have exposed Judie ‘s two ideates of being half white and half black, stealing money from the bank, and also the actors identity of being gay. He could have just as easily put the blame on someone else and saved his own neck. Angle took the blame, something that only a friend would do.
When he went back to the hotel and got ride of the demon for the last time. He found Judie old, alone, and afraid of what might happen to her if she left her room. Angel helped her to her bed. Judie asked for forgiveness while on her death bed Angel accepted her apology.
These actions show human traits and not monsters traits. Angel had human behaviors but also a monster inside. Angels human behaviors out weighted the monster he has inside. Going and asking how to vanquish the demon, telling Judie the cops won’t come, listening to Judies problems and past even though he didn’t want to from the look on his face. Angel doesn’t pretend to be human nearly as much as Judie pretends to be white. Angel does it with hardly any problem he hides what he drinks and keeps to himself. Angel only allows he to drink in privet spots, unlike the gay actor who shows his affections in the hallway of the hotel. We are seen only as we show yourself to others. Everyone in the hotel had something to hide.
When the demon came and showed himself after Angel had been hung, we know that Angel had cared for Judie and that they had been friends. The demon had said he was full and the biggest reason why was because Angel and Judie had been friends and the be trail was what made him so full that she could feed him a whole lifetime. Angel showed emotion that is even more human when he was given the permission to the demon to feed off the rest of the people paranoia and fears in the hotel. Even though I wouldn’t like to admit it I most likely would have had the same bitterness and aloud the demon to feed off of there fears and paranoia in the hotel.
Angel ‘s human emotions shows up again fifty years later when he doesn’t tell cordilla and Wesley why they are looking in to the Hyperion hotel. I think Angle show a huge human emotion by not telling them why they are looking into the hotels history. He doesn’t want them to know that he was part of the reason for all the deaths that went on in that Hotel, and also that he had given the demon permission to have the torched souls. He then goes back to the hotel to fix that mistake he made so long ago to get ride of the demon. Angel walks straight to Judies room not paying attention to his other friends but only has his other friend’ s concern on his mind. Angel fixes things with Judie who was at the hotel being fed off by the demon the whole time that it took Angel to get rid of the demon that he didn’t finish in the past. That is why Angel seems human; it is because of the mistakes, pains, friendships, and his secret identity that shows he is human in some way even though he is a vampire with a soul.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
second draft of reflection Tootsie Rolls and more Tootsie rolls Smell of fresh mowed grass. A field painted with a white circle in the middle. Tw
Tootsie Rolls and more Tootsie rolls
Smell of fresh mowed grass. A field painted with a white circle in the middle. Two friends watching one of the players. Butterflies flutering in my stomach as I watch him more intently and realize he is smiling at me or at lest in my direction.
The two of us talk about where to sit. I pled with Kenzie not to have us walk behind the goal post’s for fear of being hit by a ball. Since I have the worst luck, only I can manage to have someone say it’s like one out of a hundred; I can have it happen three times to me. I only was hit once while running past the on coming balls of fire. We sit down on the grass pull out our treat’s of sweet’s to keep us happy. I tap Kenzie on the arm “ I don’t only have candy but I have I eye candy too”. This boy just wasn’t candy he was my crush for the moment anyway. He could make me go crazy with everything he did. Tickling me during class asking for my cell phone number in front of the whole class, coming and saying “ what’s cooking good lookin “ during my English class. This crush was tall, six one size thirteen shoe, dark brown hair, blue green eyes and was totally hot! Plus very athletic.
We talk about the guy I came to watch play. We joke about how if he ever asked me out what I would do. We thought a movie would be about right, popcorn, soda, holding hands everything that you see happens in the movies. We joked about if he went to kiss me I would just stuff my mouth with popcorn. We made up tons of scenarios about what I would do what jokes I would say to help things not be so awkward.
Kenzie starts saying very loud, you just like him too much, and Jenny you do you like him way too much. While she is saying this way to loud for where we are sitting, he starts walking towards us. I franticly try to get her to stop saying that I like him. She didn’t stop or seem to hear. Kenzie finally sees him coming, gets up and not walks or jog but sprints away leaving me alone with him, who must have heard that I like him way to much several times.
I grabbed the tootsie roll bag and put as many tootsie rolls in my mouth. Thinking to myself, it’s bad manners to talk with your mouth full then I won’t have to talk to him. That way I can’t make myself look like an idiot. O sure I can! He says, hi. All I could do was smile and hope he’d walk away. I can feel saliva slip down my chin. He asked what I thought of the game. I just gave two thumbs up. Thinking wow, did I just really do that? I most certainly did. He, smiled turned away to go be with more normal people. He must have realized that I had something in my mouth. He probable thought it was just tootsie rolls in it but it was more like my foot and a whole ton of tootsie rolls in it. I got up looking for Kenzie. I am going to kill you was my thought, and intention for blowing my cover. He was never suppose to know I liked him till he said he liked me then I could tell him I like him.
We started to leave when I ran into my health teacher. I didn’t think she would have noticed me out of the classroom. Jennifer who are you here for? Surprised that my teacher had known I had come for a boy I pointed out the goalie number nine. Oh, him I know him, many girls came to watch him. We said good-bye to Mrs. Norris.
Kenzie and I got in my car Sivilla, we burst out with laughter. As we drive, I tell her what happened when she left me alone with him. Jen, so you really did end up stuffing your face with food. Oh, Jen only you could have that experience. But think it can’t get any worse okay maybe it can but it will be one great story to tell.
After that story you would think okay so that must have been when I was in Jr. High no not at all I was a junior in High school. How ‘s that twist in the story?
Smell of fresh mowed grass. A field painted with a white circle in the middle. Two friends watching one of the players. Butterflies flutering in my stomach as I watch him more intently and realize he is smiling at me or at lest in my direction.
The two of us talk about where to sit. I pled with Kenzie not to have us walk behind the goal post’s for fear of being hit by a ball. Since I have the worst luck, only I can manage to have someone say it’s like one out of a hundred; I can have it happen three times to me. I only was hit once while running past the on coming balls of fire. We sit down on the grass pull out our treat’s of sweet’s to keep us happy. I tap Kenzie on the arm “ I don’t only have candy but I have I eye candy too”. This boy just wasn’t candy he was my crush for the moment anyway. He could make me go crazy with everything he did. Tickling me during class asking for my cell phone number in front of the whole class, coming and saying “ what’s cooking good lookin “ during my English class. This crush was tall, six one size thirteen shoe, dark brown hair, blue green eyes and was totally hot! Plus very athletic.
We talk about the guy I came to watch play. We joke about how if he ever asked me out what I would do. We thought a movie would be about right, popcorn, soda, holding hands everything that you see happens in the movies. We joked about if he went to kiss me I would just stuff my mouth with popcorn. We made up tons of scenarios about what I would do what jokes I would say to help things not be so awkward.
Kenzie starts saying very loud, you just like him too much, and Jenny you do you like him way too much. While she is saying this way to loud for where we are sitting, he starts walking towards us. I franticly try to get her to stop saying that I like him. She didn’t stop or seem to hear. Kenzie finally sees him coming, gets up and not walks or jog but sprints away leaving me alone with him, who must have heard that I like him way to much several times.
I grabbed the tootsie roll bag and put as many tootsie rolls in my mouth. Thinking to myself, it’s bad manners to talk with your mouth full then I won’t have to talk to him. That way I can’t make myself look like an idiot. O sure I can! He says, hi. All I could do was smile and hope he’d walk away. I can feel saliva slip down my chin. He asked what I thought of the game. I just gave two thumbs up. Thinking wow, did I just really do that? I most certainly did. He, smiled turned away to go be with more normal people. He must have realized that I had something in my mouth. He probable thought it was just tootsie rolls in it but it was more like my foot and a whole ton of tootsie rolls in it. I got up looking for Kenzie. I am going to kill you was my thought, and intention for blowing my cover. He was never suppose to know I liked him till he said he liked me then I could tell him I like him.
We started to leave when I ran into my health teacher. I didn’t think she would have noticed me out of the classroom. Jennifer who are you here for? Surprised that my teacher had known I had come for a boy I pointed out the goalie number nine. Oh, him I know him, many girls came to watch him. We said good-bye to Mrs. Norris.
Kenzie and I got in my car Sivilla, we burst out with laughter. As we drive, I tell her what happened when she left me alone with him. Jen, so you really did end up stuffing your face with food. Oh, Jen only you could have that experience. But think it can’t get any worse okay maybe it can but it will be one great story to tell.
After that story you would think okay so that must have been when I was in Jr. High no not at all I was a junior in High school. How ‘s that twist in the story?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Two long years united again at last
Since the moment we watched my brother walk through the door and we walked out of other door, we counted every year, month, week, hour, second till we would be with him in St. Lucia.
We got off a small plane holding no more than 50 people. The plane wasn’t connected to the building like at most airports. We walked down the stairs as it started to down poor. I had remembered how it downed poured in Florida but somewhere this one was more intense. Instead of rain, it was like standing under a waterfall. Having the sensation of feeling the force pushing on you drenching every spot of your clothes and having your hair drip as it does when it sprinkles in Utah.
We ran to the building, once inside we had to wait forever in a line to be allowed to go on the other side of the wall where my brother was. Knowing that there was just one wall in between us was torture. It was like handing some one a big glass of ice water that is locked in the desert, that is a hundred degrees having been stranded there for three days without water. Waiting in line, I noticed there was a bright red bird next to the window trying to stay out of the rain singing its own little tune. The rain instantly stopped as it had when it started.
We got our luggage and went to meet up with my brother. Walking outside was heaven the smell of fresh rain the warmth of the sun. We my parents and I had your eyes wide open looking for Chris. We searched with our eyes pilled; we were really hoping that he didn’t forget about the time change and the different airport. Chris spotted us right off, and he walked to us. His smile was from ear to ear as where the rest of ours. He had a brisk walk moving people aside.
I walked faster with excitement to tell him all about what he had missed while he was gone, and he walked straight pass me to our crying mother. Giving her a hug then our Dad got a hug. Finally, my turn first thing that comes out of his mouth was jen you’ve gotten bigger. Using hand motions to represent height and fatness. I didn’t quite know what to say to that comment had caught me off guarded I was thinking more like jen you look so much older not tall and fat. Thanks Bud was all I felt should be said and I gave him a hug. We meet the other missionaries and their families lots of hugging went on during this meeting of friends.
Our family is not very touchy feely type family. Watching my dad give several strangers hugs was very entertaining. We said our good bye’s and loaded on to what appeared to be like a smaller version of a bus but extremely low to the ground. This bus slash car was a dark green with fancy writing saying Sandals resort. Our little party of four boarded along with three more people in it including our driver. I sat in the back with two people who I didn’t know, while my brother sat on this extra looking pull out chair next to our mom. Dad sat in the front of the car with the driver. I don’t think that this car has ever gone over thirty miles an hour and if it did, it probably wasn’t meant to. The car ride was about an hour. Listening to my brother tell about experiences and looking at the most beautiful trees, flowers, sky and birds. It was so green and beautiful. I thought I can never go back to dry plain old Utah. What mad all these creations so beautiful is that it was new and I had never seen anything like it. Every thing was more bright and alive there.
Stepping out of the slightly air conditioned car was nice stretching and thankful to no longer be sticking to my chair. The temperature is always around eighties ninties and one hundred percent humidity. Every direction you turn had a gorgeous flower growing all different colors, shapes and smells. We went to the hotel got our keys and walked to white looking ginger bread houses painted bright colors; Clean and with the best view ever palm trees and right between them was the most breath taking blue. The brightest and crispiest blue I have ever seen. We called President Kennison and my brother officially released from being a missionary. After that phone call my brother took of his name tag and we went swimming in the ocean to start our vacation.
Since the moment we watched my brother walk through the door and we walked out of other door, we counted every year, month, week, hour, second till we would be with him in St. Lucia.
We got off a small plane holding no more than 50 people. The plane wasn’t connected to the building like at most airports. We walked down the stairs as it started to down poor. I had remembered how it downed poured in Florida but somewhere this one was more intense. Instead of rain, it was like standing under a waterfall. Having the sensation of feeling the force pushing on you drenching every spot of your clothes and having your hair drip as it does when it sprinkles in Utah.
We ran to the building, once inside we had to wait forever in a line to be allowed to go on the other side of the wall where my brother was. Knowing that there was just one wall in between us was torture. It was like handing some one a big glass of ice water that is locked in the desert, that is a hundred degrees having been stranded there for three days without water. Waiting in line, I noticed there was a bright red bird next to the window trying to stay out of the rain singing its own little tune. The rain instantly stopped as it had when it started.
We got our luggage and went to meet up with my brother. Walking outside was heaven the smell of fresh rain the warmth of the sun. We my parents and I had your eyes wide open looking for Chris. We searched with our eyes pilled; we were really hoping that he didn’t forget about the time change and the different airport. Chris spotted us right off, and he walked to us. His smile was from ear to ear as where the rest of ours. He had a brisk walk moving people aside.
I walked faster with excitement to tell him all about what he had missed while he was gone, and he walked straight pass me to our crying mother. Giving her a hug then our Dad got a hug. Finally, my turn first thing that comes out of his mouth was jen you’ve gotten bigger. Using hand motions to represent height and fatness. I didn’t quite know what to say to that comment had caught me off guarded I was thinking more like jen you look so much older not tall and fat. Thanks Bud was all I felt should be said and I gave him a hug. We meet the other missionaries and their families lots of hugging went on during this meeting of friends.
Our family is not very touchy feely type family. Watching my dad give several strangers hugs was very entertaining. We said our good bye’s and loaded on to what appeared to be like a smaller version of a bus but extremely low to the ground. This bus slash car was a dark green with fancy writing saying Sandals resort. Our little party of four boarded along with three more people in it including our driver. I sat in the back with two people who I didn’t know, while my brother sat on this extra looking pull out chair next to our mom. Dad sat in the front of the car with the driver. I don’t think that this car has ever gone over thirty miles an hour and if it did, it probably wasn’t meant to. The car ride was about an hour. Listening to my brother tell about experiences and looking at the most beautiful trees, flowers, sky and birds. It was so green and beautiful. I thought I can never go back to dry plain old Utah. What mad all these creations so beautiful is that it was new and I had never seen anything like it. Every thing was more bright and alive there.
Stepping out of the slightly air conditioned car was nice stretching and thankful to no longer be sticking to my chair. The temperature is always around eighties ninties and one hundred percent humidity. Every direction you turn had a gorgeous flower growing all different colors, shapes and smells. We went to the hotel got our keys and walked to white looking ginger bread houses painted bright colors; Clean and with the best view ever palm trees and right between them was the most breath taking blue. The brightest and crispiest blue I have ever seen. We called President Kennison and my brother officially released from being a missionary. After that phone call my brother took of his name tag and we went swimming in the ocean to start our vacation.
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