This post started out as a quick response to a few comments in the previous entry, but it grew into something a little more detailed. So even though I really have to get back to the Tanith novella, I figured I'd address it here instead.
Kestrel LeStarre (hi Kestrel!) posted an excerpt from a Good Reads review of Book One- a review that wasn't exactly favourable. Every writer gets all kinds of reviews- some good, some great, some bad, some terrible. It's the business. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. I'll deal with this one in stages.
Disappointing. The title/name and the cover illustration really appealed to me, but the book was generic and unbelievable from the start. I suppose some could be forgiven considering that the intended audience appears to be maybe 11 year olds (?), but I personally don't believe that children's books should be low quality just because they are aimed at children.
I can't find fault with this statement. I mean, I don't exactly AGREE with it, and most of you probably don't either, but the reviewer is merely stating that this isn't his cup of proverbial tea. He doesn't think the writing is as good as it should be. I got a few of these responses to the first book and my reaction was to shrug. Fair enough. That's what they think. I can read back over the series and make a note of where and when and how my writing improved- I am a MUCH better writer now than I was back then- but for every negative statement I received, I got hundreds of positive ones from readers who were willing to forgive any first-book-mistakes and simply dive right in, ready to be swept away on a tsunami of, er, awesomeness.
And hey, how can you disagree too harshly with a guy who appreciates Tom's covers like that?
...oh, and saying "I'm a genius" all the time does not make a character full of "dry wit".
This is very true. The fact that he is full of dry wit makes him full of dry wit. Nicely pointed out.
...oh, and being spunky child full of spunk who sprays spunk everywhere does not mean the child is equivalent to an adult. Children can be clever, creative, work in groups, et cetera but having them physically fight adults 1-on-1 strains credulity.
Ah, now here is the only point he's made that I take issue with. Having a spunky child fight an adult one-on-one does NOT strain credulity. Having a spunky child BEAT an adult one-on-one, however, very much does. It took Valkyrie YEARS to be strong enough to hold her own without the use of magic, and even then I don't think she's ever WON. In Death Bringer, when she's fighting Moore in her house without magic, even though she's had a few years of the best combat training in the world, the fact is she's still a 16 year old girl and he's a grown man. And Val doesn't exactly win that fight. She needs help.
I've always had a problem with YA books that show young teenagers beating adults in a physical brawl. They might get lucky, absolutely. A lucky punch can knock anyone out. But most of the adults they go up against are criminals or villains of some description- men and women who KNOW violence. No amount of martial arts in the world will make that a fair fight. Fair fights, in fact, are ridiculously stupid. Why would you EVER get into a fair fight? If you have to fight you need to WIN- and that means you fight on YOUR terms, not his.
Val has adopted this philosophy because this is my philosophy.
...oh, and not all adults are doofuses.
I'm assuming he's referring to Desmond here, who is very much a doofus- though this statement kind of skips over the fact that Skulduggery, Ghastly, China, Tanith, Bliss and most everyone else except Stephanie/Valkyrie is ALSO an adult, so...
Anyway, what was the point in discussing this here? It's not like this is the only bad review I've ever got. There is one in particular that stands out as being SO unbelievably bad that you get the feeling the reviewer has a personal grudge against me- like he was determined to hate every single thing about the book. But I didn't respond to THAT review. Someone like that is really not worth my time. So why this one?
First of all, the reviewer is not being mean. He doesn't like the book, and the review is quite snarky in its own playful way, but there is not one trace of malice in those words. It's just his opinion, and he not only has a right to HAVE that opinion, but he has a right to SHARE it as well. I'll never give a bad review of any book (apart from maybe books by HUGE writers), because I know how hard it is to get published in the first place and the last thing a writer needs is someone else going "you suck." If I don't like a book I'll simply ignore it. I won't say anything at all about it. But that's me, being in the privileged position that I'm in. Any negative opinion of mine can actually damage someone else's success, so it becomes something more than an opinion. But all this reviewer is doing is letting people know that he didn't respond well to Skulduggery Pleasant.
But again- why am I discussing it here?
Some of you like Twilight. That's fine. I don't like it. Twilight is one of those books I feel I can criticise because nothing I say will effect its success. By now it's untouchable. So... some of you like it. All of you probably know at least a few people who love it. Of course you do.
A few years ago, Stephen King criticised Stephanie Meyer for, you know, not being any good. In return, he got an avalanche of angry responses from Twilight fans.
(I refuse to call them Twihards.)
That level of anger and fury and vitriol is not uncommon on the internet. The internet is the HOME of anger and fury and vitriol. It's where those things live. It's where they spawn and fester and grow. But you see it again and again: one person criticises something that a lot of other people love, and here comes the avalanche. And we're standing by, watching it all happen but not involved one way or the other, and we look at the angry people and we think "Wow. You seriously need to get out more."
The few responses from you guys to this Good Reads review have been wonderful. As I'm writing this, Ivy has just posted another response, and it is just as good-spirited as Georgina's and Beau's and Kristine's (thought Kristine's response DID make me think of Ralph Wiggum from The Simpsons going "Me fail English? That's unpossible!")
You guys are so passionate about Skulduggery and so supportive of me as a writer, and it's moments like these when I realise yet again how lucky I am to have Minions like you. Warm, intelligent, fiery people who won't even be rude to people they strongly disagree with.
You guys rock.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4001 – 4200 of 4937 Newer› Newest»Ari: Hi! Adra! Hi! *hugs*
I can't believe I missed the word battle!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:
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Ah. It was rather...
Rather.
Hello, though! *hugs* oh, and Niccolò *waves*
So what's up? Want to do anything? I'm in an oddly pumped mood. Or we can talk, like normal people :P
Hiiiiiii! People!
Alive people!
Fabi! *hugs* I didn't think you were still here! Hello, how are you?
-TFIOS Trailer still makes me cry help-
Ari: Hey Moss!!
I love words. I love them so, so, so much. They're ineffable. And even though I don't usually use a lot of long, fancy, or exotic words, and Niccolò really doesn't either (there is actually a reason for every slight change in speech patterns he takes on- there's a reason behind the choice of every word he says), I do know a lot of them. I would have loved to join in the word battle.
...I don't think most people think of me as a lot of things that I am. But that's a story for a different day.
I'd love to do something!
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Hi Adra. :-) [hugs] I wasn't really. I've been trying not to be in front of a glowing screen 24/7 - sleep. But I'm here for now.
I'm. Alright, I suppose.
Hi Ari :-)
I'm half convinced that they were looking them up, but whatever :P
And. Er.
*Tries to think of something* Uh...
Shoot, Adra's still in Peru. This is annoying. Gimme a sec to think on this-
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Okay, Fabi- and, I know the feeling. It's oddly liberating.
Ari: I can believe they weren't looking them up. I knew all of the words they used. *is pleased with self* *and only a little irritated* *but that's ok*
Hey Moss! *hugs*
Niccolò: Peru is no trouble for me, Adra, should you wish me to seek you out.
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Well, each has their own passion. Part of mine is for words, but not that of the English kind. I settle for anything that conveys what I mean, with or without the extra flamboyance.
And- sure!
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*Adra is quietly pacing her room, not having slept much the night previous. She majority of her time was spent thinking and pacing and drinking applesauce*
The champagne/tasting the stars scene in the trailer was exactly how I imagined it and I do love it when movies do that :D
*hugs everyone* Hello!
Hey HB! Yeah, I feel ya- *hugs*
*really wanted to see Nic* *gives up*
Fine I wont see Nic today
Since I don't especially feel like using parentheses just now, my roleplay bits, should I post more, will be in italics. Probably.
Ioux and the Necromancer in the hat meet by the coffin.
NiTH: How long will the undertakers be unconscious?
Ioux: Faeris assured me that we will have several hours, but her reliability is...debatable.
NiTH: [Grumbles] For as much money as I paid her, she had better be reliable
Ioux: Still, we'd best act with all due haste.
NiTH: Agreed.
[They stand on either side of the coffin]
[Neither questions how it got there, what with most of the cemetery workers indisposed]
[Ioux carefully pries off the lid]
NiTH: [Looks inside] Ah. This complicates things.
Ioux: [Twists around to see without dropping the lid]
[The coffin is full of bags of sand]
Ioux: It appears we have been outsmarted.
?: Yes, you have.
[Ioux and the Necromancer turn]
NiTH: [Immediately shadow-walks, abandoning his accomplice]
Ioux: [Is unfortunately too shocked to think of anything intelligent to say] I- I thought you were dead.
Liz: [Tilts her head] That's funny. So did I.
[Her finger is on the trigger of her gun, and she waits for him to give her a reason not to shoot]
[He doesn't]
Hello, Zaf.
Wow, Fabi! -dayum- that's good!
Hello Zaf, Hellboy
Dat last line- awesome as, Fabi!
((Ari: Sorry, vanished for a bit. Are your windows open, Adra?))
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:) Heyo.
(Ari- uh did you read my rp with all the Elders? If not I can brief you
Ew, it's Hellboy :P *joking*
Yes, I believe so, Aretha
((Ari: Hello, Mr. Reynolds!
Yes, I've read it, Zaf.))
Niccolò: *a crow flies down and perches on Adra's windowsill* Hello, Adra.
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oh I see how it is Adra
*mumbles something about Annika also having read Leviathan so we have to chase her down soon*
*She looks up, surprised*
*Wonders if he just flies everywhere*
*Wonders if he has a winter home in the south*
Hello?
(Would it be alright if other Zaf ran into Ari? And wbd for a bit I'm going out to Nikki's party/sleep over
BARLOW.
But Dalek.
But
just
baes
SUDDENLY I UNDERSTAND A LITTLE MORE
Dalek=Deryn+Alek SEE I'M SMART SOMETIMES
SOMETIMES I UNDERSTAND THINGS
Oh my gosh I've been calling them that since yesterday where have you been
((Ari: Sure, but I've taken to having a cleaver follow me everywhere when I'm not with Niccolò, and even when I am with him while I'm in the sanctuary. Also, I want to warn you that if Niccolò meets up with the other Zaf, he'll kill her. Even though he doesn't want to, even though he most likely wouldn't need to, he would, because he promised he would, and if he breaks that promise it opens the door for Mevolent to test the boundaries of our agreement, and stop taking us seriously. So I'm attempting to avoid the two of them meeting up, because I know you wanted her alive. Just thought I'd give you a heads up.))
Ari: *lays down in a tree in the forest of Blogland, watching tiny creatures scurry across the forest floor* *a cleaver stands silently at the foot of the tree*
Niccolò: Please pardon my intrusion; I merely thought I ought to ask after your wellbeing. Isolation does not seem to suit you.
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Mostly dead
*streamers* I got it right though yay
((Ari: Would you guys mind me posting something completely unrelated to roleplay or SP?))
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*Claps for Hellboy* Good job, young padawan.
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*She half shrugs* It was no intrusion. You can change back, if you want- I'm not sure how strange it may be for you to stay as a bird, but, of course, you're more than welcome to remain avian.
{Gonna switch to brackets so I don't disturb any RP's. I'm up for reading anything, Ari.
*listening to In the Air Tonight*}
I will finally get my Archive blog in a semi-reasonable order.
[Flies off to do so]
[Because then I'll have a place to put terrible alternate endings like the one I just came up with]
Of course not, Aretha.
PHIL COLLINS!!
And, yay! *hugs Fabi*
Zafira: hello Aretha
Hello, Mara-
((Ari: I'm trying something I've never tried before, so I wondered if I could just, like, run it by you guys and see what you think. Thanks! You can certainly join the roleplay if you want to, but it's also certainly not a requirement.))
Niccolò: *flies in and shifts into self* Thank you. I have grown quite accustomed to various forms, especially those of avian nature, however I have always been most comfortable as myself. I do hope I've not interrupted anything.
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((Ari: Hi Mara! Ok, Moss.))
Ari: Oh, hello Zaf.
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I couldn't recall such vivid green anywhere beyond the light cast through canopies of leaves in the summer. It feels like a sin to even use a word so plain as green. Without meaning to, I always think of a forest- the bright, varied, earthy shades of brown that made up bark and soft dirt, or the tan of dust hanging in the air, veiling the atmosphere so that the sun falls everywhere in layered rays. Imagine emerald. Now make it darker, and richer. Twist it into spirals, and envision the inside striped with tendrils of lighter greens and whites. Weave it around and through the browns, until the hundreds of small individual pigments are all mingled with each other and crystalized. Irises are like spiderwebs on a canvas; no color is solid, or flat. Strokes of thick, heavy paint are suspended in smooth glass by delicate lines which connect like constellations. The pattern is jagged, abstract, and brilliantly imperfect, like that of a snowflake; once it's formed, it never, ever repeats itself.
"What color are my eyes?" He asks me, closing them.
"Hazel," I reply, without having to think. "Your eyes are cool," I add on quickly. It isn't even half of what I want to say.
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Ah. Well, I wouldn't know what it's like to be an animal, I suppose.. And no, I wasn't doing anything of importance. *Pauses*
Is there something wrong that I'm needed for?
Zafira: *grins and the Faceless Ones symbol necklace shows* So you have a guard now?
I like the imagery :)
Tfios :'(
Niccolò: Not at all. I came merely to enjoy your presence, as I understand friends often do. You seem to be spending quite a lot of time on your own, and although I've no intention to sound disrespectful, I consider you the sort of person who enjoys company.
Ari: Yes, I do. Just for people like you. What are you even here for? You know you're not allowed to show your face in this dimension. I'll have to contact Mevolent about this. It'd be a shame if more of your people died because of your disobediance.
((Ari: I've never tried to describe eyes in such detail before, so... It feels like I could make it better, but I think I'll always feel that way...))
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Zafira: I wanted to talk to my other self. I really do not need Mevolent knowing, I don't want to go to the dungeons!
{Hmmmm. Very well written, Aretha.}
Ari: Then you shouldn't have come. It doesn't matter whether or not you want to- you're not allowed to come here for any reason, period. Get out.
((Ari: Thank you guys. Anything you think I could improve, or...?
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I mean, it's really awesome the contrast between what is being seen and what is being said. It gives a lot of depth. And I think it's perfect the way it is, so :)
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*Nods* It usually depends on the mood. Usually, though, I don't mind.
((HELP))
((THE PLOT TWIST IDEAS ARE ATTACKING ME AGAIN))
{Not much to improve at all. I'd just be nitpicking if I said otherwise- you've put a lot of effort into that paragraph and it's awesome because of it.}
((Ari: Well, you're welcome to nitpick- I probably haven't spent any more than an hour on it yet, and that's including diversions and multitasking. I'd like to make it good, so if you have any suggestions- even nitpicky ones- I'd like to hear. :) ))
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{Reading it again, I just simply like it. Can't find anything to nitpick xD}
Elric
Hm... I'm glad I don't have a lot of homework this weekend :)
Niccolò: How have you been as of late?
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((Ari: Oh, ok then, thanks!))
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*She smiles warmly* I've been well, yourself?
Zafira: I am sorry
Elgar
So hungry brb.
((After this weekend, the local football-mania will be over. I hope, anyway.))
Ari: Don't tell me you're sorry. Leave.
Niccolò: *shrugs* I have little to complain about. I am glad to hear that you've been well. If I might ask, is there any purpose for your switching residences?
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I feel you, Fabis *hugs* It's annoying >.<
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*She shifts her weight* Not particularly. Just a change of scenery, is all.
Ikr.
Somewhere along the way, I decided to assume that the blue and white 12 banners on every stinking building are referring to the 12th Doctor instead of the twelfth man, because if I'm in front of the television, it's far more likely to be Doctor Who than a Seahawks game.
That's made things more bearable. :-P
Thank you for posting links to the next post, by the way. It's making things so much easier.
Zafira: Haha no!
(Wbd/msd
It's slow :P
Niccolò: Are you certain that you're alright?
Ari: If you were sorry, you'd leave. What do you want here, anyway?
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*Her smile wavers* Of course! Hungry, but I always am.
Niccolò: Forgive me, but I am a sensitive- I know there is more than hunger at play in your life.
((Ari: msd, sorry))
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Thats okay, Aretha *hug*
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*She flips her hair over her shoulder*
*Briefly debates in her mind*
There always is, Niccolo. *She shrugs*
O.O people mentioned Bastille songs at the topmof this page. O.O. why wasn't I here? I should have been here to rant about Bastille and how their songs are great.
I have arrived.
Hello, Em
AND HI BTW. *climbs a tree and mutters nonsense*
Niccolò: *smiles warily* I might say the same of myself, but regardless of your or Aretha's opinions, it matters little if I cease to function. You have close friends, and others who rely on you, and most importantly, a child to look after. If there was ever a time to hide your hardships, this is not it.
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OH! And Snow! Hello!
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*She glares at him at his comment on himself*
And I-
Well.
I'm not exactly sure what's going on, to be honest. Well. I do, but I don't know how I feel. Well. I know that too, but it's messy.
*whispers* Snoooow...which Bastille songs do you like?
Huant and Icarus are my favorites. Pompeii too. And things we lost in the fire... and-*stops self from naming every bastille song*
I quite like Pompeii :)
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*She sighs, and slips from her room, and down the hall, heading towards the door that goes outside*
*She moves around in the darkness and finds herself on the street, and glances around curiously*
*She spots a small shop and buys a little snack to nibble on as she goes for a walk through the town, watching and taking in everything that she can*
I need more quotes for the quote blog
OV hasn't talked in a whi-
whatever do you mean?
I stand corrected.
Yes?
I'm not sure by what you mean.
I am being odd. Idek. Ahem.
Alright then.
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*She sits herself in a small, dark restaurant, and glances at the menu, scanning over the traditional dishes of the area and cuisine*
*Orders what she wants*
*Leans back, sticking her feet out*
Anni hasn't replied to the email I sent her on Thursday...
Well, perhaps she hasn't checked it yet, Snow. It was only yesterday for us.
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*She places her hand on her belly and observes the people around her, taking in the aroma of the restaurant- the spices, the herbs, the meats and the breads, and sighs*
*Picks at a nail, pulls out a pad and paper, sketching lightly*
XD oh yeah... *shrugs*
I just had an idea. An amazing idea that I hope will work...
Did you ever feel let down by the people you loved and who you thought loved you?
Yeah.
:-/ you okay mara?
I guess so.
*hugs Snow*
Well. I'm just in shock. I guess.
I'm not sure anymore if I'm being honest.
I'm sorry...
*hugs* if ya wanna talk, email me, kay?
And me, if you need to *hugs*
It's okay.
It's only a stupid thing anyway.
I'll survive.
I'm going to go to sleep now. Nanite. x
Night mara.
Night bby *hugs8
*bangs head on wall* why must this be so harddddd
You could just go to BrainyQuote?
? Ohhhhhhh
XD not talking about the quotes.
Oh. Alright? :P
XD just started... a secret thing of thingness. Yep. Thats it...
Fine then- be sneaky :P
XP I will.
Testing? Is this thing finally working?
Testing what?
Also, hello!
Apparently so.
My internet connection. The blog wasn't loading right. It seems to be better now, but msd.
Hello!
...
There's smoke coming out of our neighbor's chimney.
The neighbors that haven't been here for months.
No lights seem to be on, no car in the driveway.
There's definitely someone who picks up their newspapers, but still...
Put on a white shirt, black pants, a black book, and go over there under the guise of a Mormon Missionary.
INVESTIGATION
...
Right.
Well, if appears to be their heating system, not the chimney itself, so probably they have the heater on a timer while they're gone so the pipes don't freeze.
Okay.
That seems reasonable, of course.
Although investigation would be a lot more interesting.
I agrre with adra. Ninja mode, activate
*Adra blinks, realizing that she had been mindlessly sitting for hours*
*Her muscles are stiff from sitting in the same position- she quickly pays for her food and slinks from the restaurant, her feet echoing on the pavement outside as she walks along the sidewalk*
*She could almost feel Crimson's hands clasping hers- she could almost feel the last time she had kissed Trip which, to her, was months ago. She could almost feel like herself again*
*She was not*
what the fuck is that
i legit have no idea
i posted a comment and it disappeared
That's...
That's great.
Good job.
What I had written was;
OKAY I FIGURED IT OUT
DAMMIT IT'S BECAUSE
You're awful at this.
< >
I'm using those instead of normal brackets
Most definitely.
Fine i'll use normal brackets
(Hey Snow
Sorry for never getting back to you. I like Haunt too actually, as well as Things we lost in the fire :D I've only heard a couple but i like their a Capella stuff best.)
Oh.
Ohhhhh :P
okay
XD
I think more people need to hear What Would You Do. Its... idk how to describe it.
(Success!)
(Oh yeah, I've heard that one! Not for a while though, I'll open it up now :)
I'm sorry, I had to have dinner...
*tree powers, activate!*
Hey mossssssssssss
It just dawned on me that you two are talking music :P
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*She hears a scream, and she shivers, turning towards the direction of the sound- a small, two story house that is beside her. She strides towards the door, and rapidly knocks on it*
*There is no sound for a moment, then footsteps as the door is opened, and the woman begins to yap at Adra, hysterical about her son who wasn't moving.*
*Adra gently puts her aside, and goes up the stairs and towards a room where the commotion seems to be. She buts her way through a few people and gets to the young boy, who is looking slightly blue, and takes his pulse*
*Slings her backpack off her shoulders, and barks a few commands to the people standing around her- lift up his legs, get some water and ice, etc...*
*Quickly begins to mix up a soupy thing for the young boy to drink*
Heya Fabi
Someone answer me this- do you reckon they have Grand Bazaars in Peru?
Nooooo.... we are soooooo not talking music adra..... noooooooooo.
That's okay Moss!
Snow, your sarcasm is terrible :P
The frame of my cathedral so far. :D
HB- also, I don't believe so. I know they have Bazaars in Spain, but not Peru...?
Hm.
My grandparents went to Peru. Well. They've been everywhere, really- and I don't recall seeing a picture of one...
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*She finishes mixing the remedy up and pours some water from a bottle into it, and gingerly lifts the boy's head up, lifting the bowl to his mouth, and pouring it down his throat*
*Pauses, and waits for a moment*
It looks fabiolous!!
I'm gonna pretend they have bazaars in Peru because that sounds fun
Yup. Yup it is.
Thank you. :-)
It's actually my third attempt.
My second is a nice arch thing (you can actually see a sketch of it in the background of that one) and my first is a mess!
Hmmmm yes it's more of an Arabian thing maybe no bazaars in Peru then
*tree powers, activate!*
It looks lovely, in any case!!
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*The boy slowly begins to breathe again, and she exhales, and digs around in her bag, and grabs a vaccine, quickly cleaning the boy's arm, then administering it to him*
*His mother is crying in the background, and his family is still trying to thank her*
*She feels slightly claustrophobic*
*She pats the young boy's head, and pushes her way past the people, down the stairs, and into the street*
*Quickly moves as far away from that house as possible*
I went to a souk in Tunisia once, and it was similar to a Bazaar. Everyone was speaking non-English, and many women were covered up and I felt really exposed and there were people standing around with machine guns and there were tanks and I'm not going to lie, I was quite a bit scared.
Hmm. Alrighty then.
Here goes nothing.
You sprint down the dusty dirt road with all the speed you can muster- which, granted, isn't that much.
The figure ahead of you dodges right into what could be called an alleyway. You're not entirely sure, you see, because the "buildings" that create the alleyway are little more than small stone structures.
But you can't let him escape.
You decide to cut around the stone buildings and leap over a little cart to cut him off. He's already run past you however, so you only catch up by a small distance.
He ducks around a corner again and you follow him- but when you round the corner you see only floating dust.
You look up and see him escaping fast on the Peruvian flying rug he picked up.
There is another rug to your right.
Do you give chase on the other rug or try shooting him with your revolver?
:-)
I haven't been off the continent since I was two.
I went to New Zealand and Australia.
And I don't really remember. :-/
A WHOLE NEW WOOOORLLLLDDDDD
(Gah Adra D: That sounds like it would've definitely been scary. How old were you at the time?)
Ole
DAMMIT.
I WAS TWELVE
I WAS AT THAT AWKWARD TWELVE YEAR OLD PHASE WHEN YOU'RE SHORT AND STUBBY, BUT THEN I GREW TEN FEET AND BECAME A STICK BUT IT WAS REALLY AWKWARD FOR ME
AND THEN
PUT ME IN A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY
YEAH
GOOD IDEA
I talk about myself a lot, don't I? Then again, most people do. It's what we know best.
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*Once she is far away enough from that house, she slows down, and darts into a small park that she's more than certain will have alcoholics and murderers and other baddies lurking around or whatnot, but, to be frank, she just wants to walk*
*She walks*
Damn ._.
I guess I'll ded here as well.
I'd like to dedicate to the word mimeomia from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The definition of mimeomia is as follows;
n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”
I'd also like to dedicate to the people who are currently online and even those who aren't.
I feel that way, Hellboy :P
*Raises glass*
:-/
It sounds terrifying.
And yeah, I guess everyone does.
Hear hear!
*nods at tree... I mean... ded*
Niccolò: *a crow perches in a tree just ahead of Adra* Hello again.
((Ari: Hello, Blogland! *hugs all*))
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xD I think you ought to start telling me when the next page approaches so I can actually let you do your Ole thing. I'm running out of interesting words to dedicate to :P
And yeah, I feel that way too- the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows has many words that evoke feeling-ing-ness.
Hello you two! *hugs* Welcome back!
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*Frowns* It's like you're everywhere
Crow man, he's everywhere, he's everywhere.
*clinks hipflask with their glasses*
*Erases "hip" from HB's comment*
*inserts "hip" back into Hellboy's comment*
You decide to give chase. Picking up the rug, you roll it out and step onto it, hoping it's automated and oh god you're flying away.
The wind sweeps your hat off your head and billows your trenchcoat out behind you as the cursed rug soars over small towns and off into the sky. Ahead of you the other figure steers his rug westwards and you tilt the edges of yours to follow. You hate flying.
*wonders why the hell he has a normal flask in his hand, and then suddenly, why there is a human hip gorily grafted onto the flask* *screams and drops it to the floor*
Plot twist of the century :)
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A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORLLDDDDDD
*laughs*
Owww
((Hi Ari [hugs]))
((OMG))
Niccolò: I am indeed. It appears that you are as well, as of late.
#ChaseForBook9
I swear Nic is always with Adra! *sighs*
Adra, why do you keep saying "a whole new world"?
Somewhere, you swear someone is singing part of the Aladdin OST. You hope to god it's not who you think it is.
The man ahead banks sharply right, too sharply, and completely loses control. You begin to laugh and then realize you have no idea how to control your flying rug either and end up suddenly diving downwards.
He crashes first, you see, and right before you're scheduled to hit the ground you leap off, knowing that through some twisted energy conversion you might just escape this unscath-
You tumble in the dirt for a solid minute before rolling to a halt at the bottom of a tree. Your arm is, yep, most definitely dislocated at the shoulder. Ow.
There's a crow perched in the tree branches above, you see through squinted eyes, and someone walks towards you from the edge of your vision...
Eurgh go Adra
*She nods* Travel does that... *Glances upwards*
*Shakes her head*
Because Hellboy is flying around on a magic carpet, Snow :)
*Looks over at her PI*
*Blinks*
Three people.
Three people whom I know have been in Peru.
I should have picked a more desolate spot.
*She walks over to the PI*
*Coughs*
Need help?
((GAH))
((This is hard to write...))
*noks ice cream* 35 degrees...
*noms
I'm sorry, Fabi *huggles* You can do it!
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*Smacks Snow with a feather*
I'm in pain I have been stretched in Twisted
((Ari: Hi, Zaf.))
Niccolò: Did you truly wish to be alone?
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((I can certainly try...!))
Why meeeeee?
(Hai Ari :) sorry msd all night we may be doing Les Miserables soon
You were taffy?
Of course, Fabi *hugs*
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*She swallows, and considers the question- her morale: it's better to self-isolate than be forced into it by abandonment. Yet, did that entitle complete isolation, or partial?*
I'm not sure..
SnowTC hasn't been around in ages... I need a way to bring her in and explain where the hell she's been.
Niccolò: Do you realize that there are people who care for you immensely?
((Ari: Ok, Zaf. Good luck with the writing, Moss!))
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"Oh God, it's you," you groan, sitting up slowly. "Of all the trees in all the desolate towns in all the world, you had to walk under this one." Your shoulder hurts like hell, still. "That being said, aren't you good at healing things? Maybe this is my lucky day."
I'm sure of it, Niccolo.
*She turns to Mr. Reynolds, and helps him pull off his coat to take a closer look at his shoulder*
*Nods* That's an easy fix, although it might hurt for a few moments. It won't hurt as bad, though.
Technical difficulties, msd
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Snow--I can bring Effie in if you like. Or I could always roleplay the goats, :-P
I'll be distant, though.
You chuckle. "Ladies, please. Don't all rush to fix me at on OH LORD JESUS THAT HURTS STOP IT Urghgh-" you descend into insane mutterings in response to Adra clicking your shoulder back into place with Niccolò's added help.
Alright, Aretha.
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