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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 19, 2008 14:16:40 GMT -5
Ian lay on his bed, book in hand. It seemed that lately Ian had become more entwine in his reading than photography. Usually he would lurk about the hideout snapping pictures at inappropriate times, simply because those were the best kinds of photos. But today, and the past few days as well, Ian had kept to himself with his nose in a book, barley venturing out of his room for anything. Typical for some, but no for Ian.
There was a rumble of thunder, this caught Ian's attention, he loved the thunder, correction, he loved thunder storms. Scratch that, Ian loved rain, period. He smirked, too bad he couldn't see it. Being stuck under ground seemed to take the fun out of everything. He sighed and went back to his book. Flipping through the pages he had become entranced within the thickening plot of his novel, but was once again distracted by the vibrations of thunder.
Ian marked his page and laid his book on the sheet-less mattress. He walked over to the stone wall of his room, then pressed his face to the wall, he let his hand rest near his face. He couldn't feel anything, how disappointing. The storm must be weak. Ian thought to himself. He waited in this position for a few more moments, but it seemed that it just wasn't his lucky day.
"Damn," he whispered to himself as he walked past his bed and over to the door leading out of his room into the hallway. He reached for the knob, turned it and flung the door open, not in anger, but in frustration.
(Still sort of crappie, and it's short, but I'm getting my role playing habit back.)
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Post by izzymuse on Jul 19, 2008 15:15:00 GMT -5
Sebastion, who had been walking through the hallway, jumped backward when Ian flung his door open. "Jaysus Christ!" he exclaimed in his Irish accent "Ya nearly scared the feckin' daylight outta me! Relax your feckin' cacks !" Sebastion scratched the back of his head with a calmed look on his face. "What crawled up your feckin' arse?" He gave a sharp look at Ian.
(As you can plainly see, there is a bit of Irish slang used in this post, and will be used in other posts by this character. If you would like help deciphering it visit, irishslang.net/ )
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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 19, 2008 15:34:32 GMT -5
Ian was startled when he heard someone start shouting at him.
"Mun!," Ian exclaimed. His eyes widened, he had no idea what to do. Ian blinked quickly a few times before he squinted his eyes in that what-the-hell sort of way. "Wait," Ian said, but apparently the man, whom he now knew was Sebastion, had finished speaking, "Did you just tell me to relax my underwear?" he cocked and eye brow. "What crawled up my arse?" I started to get defensive, "I think a better question might be what crawled up yours, or did some betty refuse to knock the hole off with you?"
(Mun is a welsh curse word for those who don't know.)
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Post by izzymuse on Jul 19, 2008 15:42:46 GMT -5
Sebastion took offense to this. "Ye better shaddup or I'll have someone knock your back doors in," Sebastion smiled and laughed, he knew Ian wasn't being serious "But seriously, Ian, what got your clackers in a knot?" His smile faded, and he seemed concerned now. "You alright laddy?"
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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 19, 2008 15:51:05 GMT -5
I smirked. "Well, who knows, that might not be to bad if they aren't dirty as the road." Ian wondered if he Sebastion would understand that term, he should. Even if you had no idea what it meant it wasn't that hard to get an idea.
For a moment Ian waited. Honestly Ian himself wasn't sure why he was so frustrated. "I dunno, I guess I just miss seeing the rain, being able to go out when I like." He sighed, "Freedom mainly."
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Post by izzymuse on Jul 19, 2008 16:12:00 GMT -5
Sebastion nodded and chuckled at Ian's comment. "Yeah I miss it to..." Sebastion closed his eyes and took out a small flask. After taking a sip he closed the flask and extended it to Ian. "You look like ya need a drink, kiddo." He opened his eyes to reveal the glinting blue. "Damn, the rain was the only part about being outside I liked. The sun can eat my slice for all I care." Sebastion sighed. He looked older for a minute, like he had reached the edge of the universe and saw what was beyond, only to realize that it was just empty space. "We need to think of a way to be able to get out every once and awhile without putting anyone in danger."
Sebastion stood deep in thought with his arm still outstretched, offering Ian a drink.
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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 19, 2008 16:21:39 GMT -5
Ian shook his head, "I don't drink," he said pushing Sebastion's arm down. Not rudely at all, but it was enough to get his message across. Ian clicked his tongue and leaned against my door frame, being lazy wasn't always a bad thing in this place.
There was a momentary silence before Ian or Sebatsion spoke again, but it was Sebastion who broke the silence. "I don't think that'll happen," Ian retorted, "we used to have the grounds, but now on those who have a death wish even try going out there." Ian's head dropped and he was now looking down at the ground. He smiled sympathetically, "But hey, why not make the best of it, maybe one day everything will go back to the way it used to be, the way that I've heard about and lived for a few years. Too bad I don't remember much of it."
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Post by izzymuse on Jul 19, 2008 19:36:07 GMT -5
"Jaysus you're depressing, kid!" Bastion laughed. "You gotta lighten up! Y'know, me da', god rest his drunken soul, always taught me to look on the brighter side of things. Where as I don't see a brighter side down 'ere, but we will be able to get out of here eventually. I mean if death is the way we go out so be it!" Bastion fixed his coat and started walking towards the mess hall. "Now c'mon ye skinny fuck, let's get something to eat." And with that, Bastion walked off rounding a corner.
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