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Post by lieden on Mar 2, 2011 14:13:17 GMT 1
Making a start! I hope someone else will take it up as well. I'll be feeling terribly self-conscious posting alone here. 01/03 'It's Meercat. With a "c".' 'Isn't this how you're supposed to write it anyway?' 'No, it should be with a "k", but my mother couldn't spell shit.' 'That's s-h–' Meercat cut him with a box on his ear. Gumbree viciously boxed her back. Then there was a flurry of slaps and parries coming from both sides. 'You guys are beyond stupid,' said the Wose, but they didn't pay him attention. The scuffle (which was remarkably silent) had spiralled down to the floor and was threatening to topple the table. 'Hey, no collateral damage!' he said by way of warning, but it was lost in a crash and smashing of bottles and glasses. 'There goes the brandy...' -- And THIS is how I rectified my misspelling of 'Meerkat' in the previous batch.
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Post by Mister Buch on Mar 2, 2011 14:27:09 GMT 1
Simples!
That's a good entry, too. Witty.
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Post by lieden on Mar 2, 2011 14:59:21 GMT 1
Thanks, Buch!
I noticed that most of my February entries had a dark, bleak feel to them. I want to see if I can reverse that trend in this batch.
02/03
'Is there a reason for this violence?' asked the Wose. 'Because I see none.'
'He's an idiot,' Meercat hissed.
'You're both idiots, which might explain things.'
'She just needs to get laid,' Gumbree said spitefully.
'Then go out and do the shitjob, my dear beloved wildcats, instead of trashing my place!'
The reply was a combined 'What?!' and 'The Hell!', and that usually worked. It would keep them apart for a couple of hours after they were done arguing that this was their place as well as his, and they did most of the work anyway, and his master plans actually involved little planning and even less mastery.
It was a real shame about that brandy, though.
------------- 'Shitjob' is a direct translation of an obscure (presumably Cretan) Greek expression. It was in a joke I heard the other day, told in broad Cretan vernacular: A guy is up a tree fleeing a very aggressive dog. At the owner's assertions that he's had the dog neutered, he says that he's not afraid the dog 'might do him the shitjob', rather he's afraid he'll eat him alive. XD Not sure that translates too well, though. It might have all sorts of filthy connotations (one in Urban Dictionary is appalling!). Also, I suspect that it might refer strictly to (male) homosexual sex. But all these might not be inappropriate with this totally crazy bunch, after all.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Mar 3, 2011 1:59:11 GMT 1
Okay. Here are my entries for 3/1 and 3/2
3/1:
He leans back in his seat and kicks up his legs, hair falling carelessly across his forehead. I lean forward as he leans back, shift in my seat as he moves in his. We're dancers but maybe I'm the only one who can see that.
"What if I told you to shut your eyes?"
"Why would I do that?"
"What if I told you it was better that way?"
"Then I'd be alone. In the darkness."
The corners of his mouth twist into a smile. "But you wouldn't be alone. I'd be there in the darkness with you. Help me."
And 3/2:
"I wish I could get you out of my head"
"You don't mean that," she sounds like she wishes that he really didn't.
"Like hell I do."
"Like hell you don't. You need to understand; I've told you before."
"Told me what?"
"That I have no heart."
"I don't believe that. Who could?"
"You should. It isn't my fault if you don't."
"No one is blaming you. No one could blame you. You fill my head up."
Her tone grows frustrated. "No. Don't say that. What is wrong with all of you? I have no heart; just leave me alone."
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Post by Mister Buch on Mar 3, 2011 2:45:01 GMT 1
Witty dialogue from both of you - I'm envious. Keep it up!
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 3, 2011 10:26:06 GMT 1
Here's my attempt. I'll try to do them better as I go through, it's a little rough:
1st of March, 2011
First day of March and Vicky, who is our owner, is going back to Uni this week. Despite of all of the free time us toys have now, with her spending time more time in class due to some 'special project' she's dealing with, I still can't cut some slack around here.
For example, Tidus was engaging into a flame war on some website, over on the FFX game. We tried to pull him away from the keyboard, but it's our Eevee doll managed to knock him out with a headbutt, ending the chaos he started before.
Kids these days...
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2nd of March, 2011
I envy Nerjuna sometimes. She gets to be taken to Uni by our owner. She gets to see the world outside of the house, while I'm stuck here in this room. Still, I guess it's better than being locked in the glass cabinet, being pulled apart by some kid or worse... the dump. At least we have books, the internet, dvds and games to pass the time.
Speaking of the devil, Vicky just came back home with Nerjuna and... a big box? With a newcomer? Guess it's time for everyone to gather around and welcome this... person.
I can't see clearly.
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3rd of March
I'm really exhausted and my hair is messed up, but it's worth it.
Today, Vicky decided to take me to Uni instead of Nerjuna. I guess it's a relief for her, since she wanted to spend more time with Brandon.
Anyway, you wouldn't believe what I have saw the outside world... it was exhilarating to say the least. I cannot describe the experience in anyway. The colours, the movement and the other humans... it's an incredible sight. It also helps that we both went window shopping around the city on foot.
I hope we can do this again, sometime soon.
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Post by lieden on Mar 3, 2011 10:52:45 GMT 1
Woo! I'm very glad you girls joined in! Nice start here, both of you. Will you be writing in continuity? (Marianne, what should we call you? ) Adding my entry for today. 03/03 It's quiet here, near the road north-west of my village. A chilly springtime wind picks up and sweeps across the wheat fields. The stalks yield in unison and the hills glimmer like green velvet. Then all is still again. I think I might see my grandfather in the distance, like I did years ago when I stood here and the road rolled beneath my feet, but that was a dream and it's only in dreams that I can see him now. In summer, the fields will turn gold and brown. I'll come up to this place again and perhaps I'll catch a glimpse of someone, because this is a road we'll all walk eventually.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 3, 2011 14:40:45 GMT 1
Nice entry there lieden. It's has a nice elegant prose and quite... bittersweet.
Since it's the 4th over here, I'll add another entry. It's a continuity... hopefully.
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4th of March, 2011
Did I mention about the newcomer? Guess not.
The newcomer's name was Woody. He's a nice toy, but he had an issue. He was slightly apprehensive about toys that are connected to space and I'm a Spectre Agent. Had to show him the box art of Red Dead Redemption, just to convince him that western genres are still popular.
And another thing. For a Cowboy Cop, he's pretty calm and doesn't get into fights. More of a pacifist really. For crying out loud, he doesn't have a gun.
If Garrus was here, he should be taking notes from Woody.
Seriously.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Mar 3, 2011 18:25:36 GMT 1
Thanks Buch Lieden, what do you mean by that?? O.o 3/3It's cold. That's the only thought that rises to the surface of my mind. It feels as though my heartbeat is in my ears. But that's impossible because I don't have a heart. The waves are breaking on the shore; if I were a child or some naiad of another nature, I might run out into them, let them envelop me like some goddess emerging from the foam. Or perhaps like another Hecuba, running out to drown herself among the waves rather than suffer another defeat. But I am something else entirely.
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Post by lieden on Mar 3, 2011 19:37:15 GMT 1
Lieden, what do you mean by that?? O.o Just not sure what name you'd like to go by! Considering the name change, that is. I figured Marianne would do, but I wanted to check with you first. Good entries, both of you. Tillian, I'm enjoying this storyline from the toys' perspective. Marianne, I'm quite curious about this heart-less creature!
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Post by Mister Buch on Mar 3, 2011 19:47:40 GMT 1
Call her Gordon. (Gordon Bennett.) Till-drawer, I am overjoyed that you're writing this.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Mar 3, 2011 20:13:36 GMT 1
Marianne is fine . Although, if you've really got your heart set on it, you can call me Gordon
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 4, 2011 0:54:45 GMT 1
Thanks. Though I'm a little reluctant to write a 100 first because I'm not really good at writing stuff that's within those limits and was exactly unsure at the time. Didn't helped that I'm suffering from the purple prose syndrome from time to time.
Also I was worried what everyone would think about that crazy Toy Story and Mass Effect crossover stuff, not counting that fact that I've actually have those toys in my room atm.
But thanks again. Glad you enjoyed it. ^^
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Post by MarianneClaus on Mar 4, 2011 6:36:15 GMT 1
3/4
i dream of rain and it's cold and we're going somewhere in the sun but the sun isn't warm funny thinking of a world where the sun is cold like a desert night i dream of fire and rain all together and roses and flames all together everything all together and life and burning brightness like red hair and amber eyes fire burning me burning in eyes and in dreams dreams of rain and a cold sun and planets that revolve around half-stars that cannot exist i cannot exist and that's okay
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 4, 2011 15:37:55 GMT 1
5th of March, 2011
What a way to start the day the weekend today. And by that, I mean I'm really in a crabby mood right now.
Look, I'm not going to name names here, but today someone just managed to push my buttons. Someone called me a “girl's toy”. The next moment, I'm seeing red and the last thing I remembered that I've punch that asshole really hard.
Goddamn it, just because I came from the Tonner Doll line, it doesn't mean that I'm vain and bitchy like the Bratz series.
I'm Commander Shepard and I'm not a girl's toy. I'M NOT!
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