Rotation #035 + random writing + other stuffs
At the ripe age of eighteen, he loses no time at all after purchasing his very own airship, the Wolfstar, in extolling the virtues of his new life, his airship and his manhood to all and sundry; to anyone who will listen and not to mention to passers-by, and to those who had just stepped in the Sandsea for a quiet drink on a Friday night. He sloshes his drink about, shouts, guffaws and quaffs, much to the chagrin of all around him.
The first person he irritates does nothing but depart to a different side of the room, and the second merely leaves, slamming the door behind him. But it is with the third that we are concerned - one Adair Stroud, whose normally extensive temper has worn very thin indeed.
“Excuse me?”
“Hmm?”
“You just spilled your entire pint down my clean shirt!”
“Oh my good man, I do apologise! I expect you can easily replace such bad quality silk though, yes?”
“Bad quality? I’ll have you know I am a hardened criminal!”
“Is that right? Well, even hardened criminals should take care of their appearance; and, frankly sir, yours leaves something to be desired. That dirty colour of your trousers…why, it’s more befitting of a pig farmer than a hardened criminal.”
“Oho, pig farmer is it? And just who do you think you are?”
“I, sir, am Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn!”
“Ah, the disinherited son! I’ve heard about you.”
“Have you now? And just what have you heard, Mr. Hardened Criminal?”
“That you’re nothing but a stuck up rich boy run away from home who steals money from his doting parents in order to grub around with the commoners on the docks. Least, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Oh, that’s not true at all! I’m actually a murderer.”
“A murderer, you say? You’re beginning to sound more like my sort of person by the second!”
“Indeed! It was my mother, you know. And then father saw, and the whole sorry mess got rather out of control.”
“I know how it goes Sirius my man. Only last week I was escaping from a bank, my sword between my teeth and nothing but a sack of gil and a belt protecting my nethers, on the run from the law who were stupid enough to get in my way. The bodies didn’t half make a mess, I tell you.”
“I sympathise my good man. I completely sympathise. I had to enlist the help of at least seven servants to help me get rid of the evidence, and then I had to kill them as well! It’s like a never-ending cycle!”
“True, too true. In fact, I remember the time when I crash-landed a supply-airship into a highly populated village - must have killed at least seventy, now that was an affair.”
“I expect it was. After I’d got rid of the servants who helped me get rid of the first evidence, I just had to find a way to get rid of the new evidence and it all became rather a lot to handle on my own, but a man must improvise with what he has to hand, and regrettably, all I had to hand was a couple of chaos bombs and a Caldera launcher. The explosions were quite pretty, I’ll give you that.”
“You know, I think I may have seen them when I was high-tailing it down a rope from the law. They sure are persistent, you know. Although… I suppose when you’ve just swindled the chief senator of Telone, shagged his women, stolen his gil and killed his favourite minstrel, they kinda have to be. In fact… I really shouldn’t be in a public place right now…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I only ran in here to get away from the law…”
“The law you say… I’m sure my poor deceased parents wouldn’t approve of you, my good man, which, I have to say, makes you go up in my estimation immensely. What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Stroud. Adair Stroud.”
“Good to make your acquaintance, Stroud! I could certainly use a man like you aboard my fine new airship. Why, the Wolfstar, all she needs is a capable first mate and she’ll be flying.”
“A first mate you say? Well, I’ve had some experience aboard airships, and… oh. Oh shit.”
“What is it Stroud?”
Sirius is shocked but not really very surprised to see a pair of Senatorial Guard complete with gleaming breastplates elbowing their way through the crowd in the Sandsea with very determined looks upon their faces. Adair grabs Sirius by the arm and dives off through the crowd.
“What say you to a job aboard my airship? Quick getaway and all that, hm?”
“Well, just between you and me Famfræn, not all of those stories I told you are necessarily true…”
“I like a man who can think on his feet, Stroud! And my own might not have been… well, okay, it was entirely a pack of lies. So what do you say? I’ll split any loot seventy-thirty!”
“How about sixty-forty? And I get any women we happen to pillage on the way!”
“Sixty-forty and you get any women after I’ve chosen my own. Final offer.”
“Sounds like a deal! Now let’s get the hell out of here, captain!”
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Well, this story was my last submission for Creative Writing. I used Sirius and Adair again, hehe. They're such fun to write! Anyway, the assignment was to write a dialogue piece with only one or two paragraphs of prose and the rest had to be dialogue. We weren't allowed to use conversation markers, like 'he said', 'she shouted', etc., which meant that each character had to be distinct enough for the reader to not get confused. This version is actually my um, fourth draft. The first one was an entirely different story, the second one had Adair and Sirius having a sword fight, and the third was identical apart from altered dialogue.
Right, that's all the writing I'm gonna post for tonight. About an hour and a half ago, the electric in the entirety of Lancaster cut out! Leaving me internet-less and light-less, which was quite hilarious as well as being VERY annoying.
But anyway, news I guess, lol. Tom went home today : (, which is sad, but I get to see him next Thursday (Valentine's Day!!) so that's ok. Still doesn't make it any easier, but there you go. It'll be holidays soon, and all will be better.
Winter-een-Mas at Matthew's was FUN! We gamed ALL WEEKEND and it was awesome. Also played many drinking games: namely Spoons and Ring of Fire, which is my new favourite drinking game. XD
Ums, lemme see, what else. Oh yeah! I'm having a dress fitting on the 1st of March for my bridesmaid dress (for my cousin Danielle's wedding : D). I think [this] is the type she's chosen, with the colours palomino and chocolate for the waistband (that's cream and brown for the uninitiated, lol). I have to get to Halifax for 9am on the 1st... and Halifax is FAR AWAY so we're gonna have to set off well early ;_;. BAH! But oh well, it will hopefully be fun being a bridesmaid. I get to have my hair done all nice and everything. ^_^ I kinda wish the dress was gonna be green of some sort, cos that suits my hair better, but oh well, I like cream anyway, so hey!
Lemme think, do I have anything else to mention... don't think I do. Tonight, I am going to watch the first episode of season 4 of Lost. There will be a post discussing this via a cut. Stay tuned! ^_^
The first person he irritates does nothing but depart to a different side of the room, and the second merely leaves, slamming the door behind him. But it is with the third that we are concerned - one Adair Stroud, whose normally extensive temper has worn very thin indeed.
“Excuse me?”
“Hmm?”
“You just spilled your entire pint down my clean shirt!”
“Oh my good man, I do apologise! I expect you can easily replace such bad quality silk though, yes?”
“Bad quality? I’ll have you know I am a hardened criminal!”
“Is that right? Well, even hardened criminals should take care of their appearance; and, frankly sir, yours leaves something to be desired. That dirty colour of your trousers…why, it’s more befitting of a pig farmer than a hardened criminal.”
“Oho, pig farmer is it? And just who do you think you are?”
“I, sir, am Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn!”
“Ah, the disinherited son! I’ve heard about you.”
“Have you now? And just what have you heard, Mr. Hardened Criminal?”
“That you’re nothing but a stuck up rich boy run away from home who steals money from his doting parents in order to grub around with the commoners on the docks. Least, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Oh, that’s not true at all! I’m actually a murderer.”
“A murderer, you say? You’re beginning to sound more like my sort of person by the second!”
“Indeed! It was my mother, you know. And then father saw, and the whole sorry mess got rather out of control.”
“I know how it goes Sirius my man. Only last week I was escaping from a bank, my sword between my teeth and nothing but a sack of gil and a belt protecting my nethers, on the run from the law who were stupid enough to get in my way. The bodies didn’t half make a mess, I tell you.”
“I sympathise my good man. I completely sympathise. I had to enlist the help of at least seven servants to help me get rid of the evidence, and then I had to kill them as well! It’s like a never-ending cycle!”
“True, too true. In fact, I remember the time when I crash-landed a supply-airship into a highly populated village - must have killed at least seventy, now that was an affair.”
“I expect it was. After I’d got rid of the servants who helped me get rid of the first evidence, I just had to find a way to get rid of the new evidence and it all became rather a lot to handle on my own, but a man must improvise with what he has to hand, and regrettably, all I had to hand was a couple of chaos bombs and a Caldera launcher. The explosions were quite pretty, I’ll give you that.”
“You know, I think I may have seen them when I was high-tailing it down a rope from the law. They sure are persistent, you know. Although… I suppose when you’ve just swindled the chief senator of Telone, shagged his women, stolen his gil and killed his favourite minstrel, they kinda have to be. In fact… I really shouldn’t be in a public place right now…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I only ran in here to get away from the law…”
“The law you say… I’m sure my poor deceased parents wouldn’t approve of you, my good man, which, I have to say, makes you go up in my estimation immensely. What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Stroud. Adair Stroud.”
“Good to make your acquaintance, Stroud! I could certainly use a man like you aboard my fine new airship. Why, the Wolfstar, all she needs is a capable first mate and she’ll be flying.”
“A first mate you say? Well, I’ve had some experience aboard airships, and… oh. Oh shit.”
“What is it Stroud?”
Sirius is shocked but not really very surprised to see a pair of Senatorial Guard complete with gleaming breastplates elbowing their way through the crowd in the Sandsea with very determined looks upon their faces. Adair grabs Sirius by the arm and dives off through the crowd.
“What say you to a job aboard my airship? Quick getaway and all that, hm?”
“Well, just between you and me Famfræn, not all of those stories I told you are necessarily true…”
“I like a man who can think on his feet, Stroud! And my own might not have been… well, okay, it was entirely a pack of lies. So what do you say? I’ll split any loot seventy-thirty!”
“How about sixty-forty? And I get any women we happen to pillage on the way!”
“Sixty-forty and you get any women after I’ve chosen my own. Final offer.”
“Sounds like a deal! Now let’s get the hell out of here, captain!”
---
Well, this story was my last submission for Creative Writing. I used Sirius and Adair again, hehe. They're such fun to write! Anyway, the assignment was to write a dialogue piece with only one or two paragraphs of prose and the rest had to be dialogue. We weren't allowed to use conversation markers, like 'he said', 'she shouted', etc., which meant that each character had to be distinct enough for the reader to not get confused. This version is actually my um, fourth draft. The first one was an entirely different story, the second one had Adair and Sirius having a sword fight, and the third was identical apart from altered dialogue.
Right, that's all the writing I'm gonna post for tonight. About an hour and a half ago, the electric in the entirety of Lancaster cut out! Leaving me internet-less and light-less, which was quite hilarious as well as being VERY annoying.
But anyway, news I guess, lol. Tom went home today : (, which is sad, but I get to see him next Thursday (Valentine's Day!!) so that's ok. Still doesn't make it any easier, but there you go. It'll be holidays soon, and all will be better.
Winter-een-Mas at Matthew's was FUN! We gamed ALL WEEKEND and it was awesome. Also played many drinking games: namely Spoons and Ring of Fire, which is my new favourite drinking game. XD
Ums, lemme see, what else. Oh yeah! I'm having a dress fitting on the 1st of March for my bridesmaid dress (for my cousin Danielle's wedding : D). I think [this] is the type she's chosen, with the colours palomino and chocolate for the waistband (that's cream and brown for the uninitiated, lol). I have to get to Halifax for 9am on the 1st... and Halifax is FAR AWAY so we're gonna have to set off well early ;_;. BAH! But oh well, it will hopefully be fun being a bridesmaid. I get to have my hair done all nice and everything. ^_^ I kinda wish the dress was gonna be green of some sort, cos that suits my hair better, but oh well, I like cream anyway, so hey!
Lemme think, do I have anything else to mention... don't think I do. Tonight, I am going to watch the first episode of season 4 of Lost. There will be a post discussing this via a cut. Stay tuned! ^_^