Pretty little angel...
I love long weekends. I truly do. Even though I had to be at practice this morning at 9:30, I took a nice, long nap at 2ish and slept until almost 6. It was lovely. :)
Now that I have nothing to do, I'm thinking I need to work on Comrades Reconstructed. I AM going to finish that son of a bitch and then I'm going to "publish" it on Lulu.com for Juanita's super belated birthday present. It's such a neat idea that I just can't seem to see through to fruition. LAME.
I'll post a little snippet at the end of my post so if anyone is interested, they can see what I've been slaving over for the past three months.
I found this super sexy song by Moonbootica featuring IAMX. I love sexy songs.
Pretty little angel,
can we play your game?
I will be gentle
I will move to your pace.
Show me the reaction,
come home with me.
Give it some attention,
I was made for you
and built to please.
*fans self* Steamy. But now I'm ituneless because I ran out of my giftcard. I'll have to buy a new one when I get paid again on the 15th. I have to make sure I don't freak out and spend like crazy. I HAVE to save some, use some to pay for my credit card, and pay my parents back for tuition.
Have you noticed that I use LJ as an excuse not to write? Gah. Okay, here's a snippet of Comrades so I can get to writing.
This is the beginning of Chapter 3 - *speaks in an excited voice-over* Recently, Pvt. Warren has injured her coccyx in a flag football game, an injury that Sgt. Rico caused because of a zealous, over-confident display of manhood. Let's see how it pans out...
indentThree weeks passed before Erica and Gossard got any headway on the repairs for the pipe. It rained for almost a week, and when it finally stopped, nearly three feet of water stood around and inside the dilapidated pipe and building. It took another week for the water to be drained before it was cleared enough to go inside.
indentOver the course of those three short weeks, the tension between Erica and Gossard had grown so thick that she hardly spoke to him at all anymore. Other than to request his opinion on a course of action for the repairs or remind him of when a certain part would be delivered, she didn’t force any niceties into their conversations.
indentFor Mandy and Robert, however, they spent more and more time together. It was purely friendly, but the time being spent with Robert left not a lot of time for Arcee, leaving her more isolated than she was used to. Erica’s efforts to impress the Captain left little free time for friends either; she hadn’t sat down to speak with Mandy or Arcee for several days.
indentWith nothing else to do, the squads had intermixed, and more troopers had coupled off than had not.
indentGossard worked on and off with Erica most of the time, Higgins ran around with Mandy and Mugen, and Carl and the other Roughnecks had found an Apette to entertain. Rico found himself eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone several times a week.
indentBut he, however, knew what it was like to be completely and utterly alone.
indentMarooned in space for hours in his power suit, desperation had been at its peak. In the few moments before he ran out of air, he had accepted death, accepted its inevitability. It seemed wrong to be alive.
indentAfter a nap that ran too long, Rico strolled down to the mess hall, hoping that he’d still be able to grab a late dinner.
indentHe was surprised and a bit reluctant to enter when he noticed that Arcee Warren was sitting alone at a table, her back to him. His stomach rumbled quietly and he decided that his hunger beat out his hesitation to cross Arcee’s sight.
indentLuckily, a few ham and cheese sandwiches remained on an industrial kitchen cart, wrapped in cellophane. Grabbing a few, he pulled a bottle of water off the counter and turned around.
indentArcee had yet to pick up her head to look at him although he was obviously within her eye line. She picked at her food with a fork, pushing noodles around on her plate absentmindedly.
indentHe sat down in front of her, smacking his tray against the table loudly. She jumped and looked up wildly. Her eyes narrowed when she saw his face.
indent“What do you want?”
indentRico shook his head and unwrapped his sandwich. “Nothing. Just eating a late dinner.”
indentArcee glanced around the empty room. She looked back at him as he took a bite of sandwich; he chewed contentedly, staring straight back.
indent“How’s your ass doing? I haven’t had a chance to ask you lately,” Rico said through his swallows of sandwich.
indentWhen she blinked at him slowly, her countenance growing annoyed, Rico bit back a smile. Making her angry was too easy.
indent“Yeah, it’s been nice. You not speaking to me in awhile, that is,” she replied, crossing her arms on the table.
indentRico laughed and took a swig of water. “So how is it?”
indent“It still hurts, thanks,” she said curtly.
indent“Where are your friends?”
indent“Where are yours?”
indentRico took a casual deep breath, stretching his arms and shaking his head.
indent“Probably with your friends.”
indentArcee’s face softened for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
indent“For once we agree,” he said, balling up the cellophane wrappers in his hand.
indent“First and last time probably too,” she replied.
indentRico chuckled softly. “Yep.”
indent“Yeah.”
indentThey looked at one another for a few seconds before Rico stood up and pushed his chair under the table. “I’m off.”
indent“Bye,” she said softly, picking up her fork again.
indentBefore Rico pushed through the tent, he looked back to see that she was hunched over again, the sounds of her fork scraping her plate floating towards him quietly.
Now that I have nothing to do, I'm thinking I need to work on Comrades Reconstructed. I AM going to finish that son of a bitch and then I'm going to "publish" it on Lulu.com for Juanita's super belated birthday present. It's such a neat idea that I just can't seem to see through to fruition. LAME.
I'll post a little snippet at the end of my post so if anyone is interested, they can see what I've been slaving over for the past three months.
I found this super sexy song by Moonbootica featuring IAMX. I love sexy songs.
Pretty little angel,
can we play your game?
I will be gentle
I will move to your pace.
Show me the reaction,
come home with me.
Give it some attention,
I was made for you
and built to please.
*fans self* Steamy. But now I'm ituneless because I ran out of my giftcard. I'll have to buy a new one when I get paid again on the 15th. I have to make sure I don't freak out and spend like crazy. I HAVE to save some, use some to pay for my credit card, and pay my parents back for tuition.
Have you noticed that I use LJ as an excuse not to write? Gah. Okay, here's a snippet of Comrades so I can get to writing.
This is the beginning of Chapter 3 - *speaks in an excited voice-over* Recently, Pvt. Warren has injured her coccyx in a flag football game, an injury that Sgt. Rico caused because of a zealous, over-confident display of manhood. Let's see how it pans out...
indentThree weeks passed before Erica and Gossard got any headway on the repairs for the pipe. It rained for almost a week, and when it finally stopped, nearly three feet of water stood around and inside the dilapidated pipe and building. It took another week for the water to be drained before it was cleared enough to go inside.
indentOver the course of those three short weeks, the tension between Erica and Gossard had grown so thick that she hardly spoke to him at all anymore. Other than to request his opinion on a course of action for the repairs or remind him of when a certain part would be delivered, she didn’t force any niceties into their conversations.
indentFor Mandy and Robert, however, they spent more and more time together. It was purely friendly, but the time being spent with Robert left not a lot of time for Arcee, leaving her more isolated than she was used to. Erica’s efforts to impress the Captain left little free time for friends either; she hadn’t sat down to speak with Mandy or Arcee for several days.
indentWith nothing else to do, the squads had intermixed, and more troopers had coupled off than had not.
indentGossard worked on and off with Erica most of the time, Higgins ran around with Mandy and Mugen, and Carl and the other Roughnecks had found an Apette to entertain. Rico found himself eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone several times a week.
indentBut he, however, knew what it was like to be completely and utterly alone.
indentMarooned in space for hours in his power suit, desperation had been at its peak. In the few moments before he ran out of air, he had accepted death, accepted its inevitability. It seemed wrong to be alive.
indentAfter a nap that ran too long, Rico strolled down to the mess hall, hoping that he’d still be able to grab a late dinner.
indentHe was surprised and a bit reluctant to enter when he noticed that Arcee Warren was sitting alone at a table, her back to him. His stomach rumbled quietly and he decided that his hunger beat out his hesitation to cross Arcee’s sight.
indentLuckily, a few ham and cheese sandwiches remained on an industrial kitchen cart, wrapped in cellophane. Grabbing a few, he pulled a bottle of water off the counter and turned around.
indentArcee had yet to pick up her head to look at him although he was obviously within her eye line. She picked at her food with a fork, pushing noodles around on her plate absentmindedly.
indentHe sat down in front of her, smacking his tray against the table loudly. She jumped and looked up wildly. Her eyes narrowed when she saw his face.
indent“What do you want?”
indentRico shook his head and unwrapped his sandwich. “Nothing. Just eating a late dinner.”
indentArcee glanced around the empty room. She looked back at him as he took a bite of sandwich; he chewed contentedly, staring straight back.
indent“How’s your ass doing? I haven’t had a chance to ask you lately,” Rico said through his swallows of sandwich.
indentWhen she blinked at him slowly, her countenance growing annoyed, Rico bit back a smile. Making her angry was too easy.
indent“Yeah, it’s been nice. You not speaking to me in awhile, that is,” she replied, crossing her arms on the table.
indentRico laughed and took a swig of water. “So how is it?”
indent“It still hurts, thanks,” she said curtly.
indent“Where are your friends?”
indent“Where are yours?”
indentRico took a casual deep breath, stretching his arms and shaking his head.
indent“Probably with your friends.”
indentArcee’s face softened for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
indent“For once we agree,” he said, balling up the cellophane wrappers in his hand.
indent“First and last time probably too,” she replied.
indentRico chuckled softly. “Yep.”
indent“Yeah.”
indentThey looked at one another for a few seconds before Rico stood up and pushed his chair under the table. “I’m off.”
indent“Bye,” she said softly, picking up her fork again.
indentBefore Rico pushed through the tent, he looked back to see that she was hunched over again, the sounds of her fork scraping her plate floating towards him quietly.