SO anywayys/
1. I DO NOT LIKE MR LACEY
2. U STOLE MY THEATRE.
3. 2ND EPISODE OF OTAKU'S IMAGINARY THEATRE IS BELOW:
O: HELLOO!!!!! Welcome to my mind.
E: Shut up.
DC: Don't swear!
*poking competition*
O: Anyway, I would like to introduce:
V: me!!!
E:Who's me?
DC: Uh, you?
O: O_o
E: LOOK! STEVE!!
O: I'M NOT THE ONE WITH A THING FOR OLD GUYS, ELLIPSIS IS!
DC: Don't. You will die in 3,2,1.
E:*runs around trying to kill Otaku*
O: *falls over, and stays down.*
DC: OH my, deja vu anyone?
V: *pats Otaku on the back* It's alright.
DC, E: ......................................................................................
O: WAHH?
Fat pregant maths teacher: SHOUlD I CALL THE AMBULANCE?
DC, E, O, V: Get lost.
-end-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
SOME RANDOM KID JUST FELL OFF HIS BIKE COS HIS BRO PUSHED HIM!! AND HE IS CRYING!! HAHAAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!
SEE, I'm not the ONLY one that falls over.
Anyway, if i feel like it, i will put up a part of my fanfic. which isnt the one i did before...
Aww. The kid recovered. And nearly got run over by a car.
Otaku~
Monday, August 31, 2009
Und another thyng
Hey alls
Uh, and what was that theatre about?
Oh well, here goes.
O-
'MangaFox is updated DC!'
DC-
'Yeh.' shrugs
E-
'Sugar Carrot!'
V-
'Whooooaat?'
O, DC, E-
groans
E-
'Anyway, now for some more intelligent conversation.
O-
'Its Mr Lacey!'
E, DC-
sigh
O-
gets up to run. falls.
E, DC-
'Bwahahaha!'
O dosn't move
DC, E-
'...'
Mr Lacey walks by.
-----
...
Anyway,
feeling drunk at the moment. pathology injected me with alcohol. Will spare you the gruesome details of why I had to be injected, and what came after.
Don't get drunk kids; It feels stupid.
Meanwhile, my left hand is incapable of typing. Flash fact; Did you know that the average person's left hand does 56% of the typing? No, of course not! Only freaks like me know those sorts of things.
So I'm taking 3 hours to type this. I actually typed up a much longer post earleir on, in my other blog. Do check it out.
Speaking of blogs, 10 points to anyone who has noticed anything different in the layout!
I have replaced the vid or not to vid poll (i gave up on buying a camera) with.....
Live virtual fishies!
They actually follow your computer mouse. And, oh wow! If you click.... you can feed them real life virtual flakes for the live fishies!
Buy now, buy now, buy nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooww..........
Anyho.
Thats that for now I'm afraid. Check out the other blog, and, uh, the fishies.
This has been a ***** production.
Ellipsis
PS
Ten cents to anyone who can corectly tell me the number of fish there are.
Uh, and what was that theatre about?
Oh well, here goes.
O-
'MangaFox is updated DC!'
DC-
'Yeh.' shrugs
E-
'Sugar Carrot!'
V-
'Whooooaat?'
O, DC, E-
groans
E-
'Anyway, now for some more intelligent conversation.
O-
'Its Mr Lacey!'
E, DC-
sigh
O-
gets up to run. falls.
E, DC-
'Bwahahaha!'
O dosn't move
DC, E-
'...'
Mr Lacey walks by.
-----
...
Anyway,
feeling drunk at the moment. pathology injected me with alcohol. Will spare you the gruesome details of why I had to be injected, and what came after.
Don't get drunk kids; It feels stupid.
Meanwhile, my left hand is incapable of typing. Flash fact; Did you know that the average person's left hand does 56% of the typing? No, of course not! Only freaks like me know those sorts of things.
So I'm taking 3 hours to type this. I actually typed up a much longer post earleir on, in my other blog. Do check it out.
Speaking of blogs, 10 points to anyone who has noticed anything different in the layout!
I have replaced the vid or not to vid poll (i gave up on buying a camera) with.....
Live virtual fishies!
They actually follow your computer mouse. And, oh wow! If you click.... you can feed them real life virtual flakes for the live fishies!
Buy now, buy now, buy nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooww..........
Anyho.
Thats that for now I'm afraid. Check out the other blog, and, uh, the fishies.
This has been a ***** production.
Ellipsis
PS
Ten cents to anyone who can corectly tell me the number of fish there are.
Friday, August 28, 2009
こんにちわみなさん！
こんばんわ！
わたしわおたくです。
どうぞよろしく！
Tiring stuff.
Also, today Otaku brings you:
OTAKU'S IMAGINARY THEATRE!!
Otaku: Konnichi wa minasan!
Ellipsis: Stop talking Japanese!
DC:...........
Otaku: WAAH, your're mean!!
Ellipsis: I know.
DC:...................
O: Is it just me, or are DC's silences getting longer?
E: It's just you.
DC:..................................
O: So, anyway, today's topic is:
E: How much Otaku sucks.
DC:......................
O:NO~! the ACTUAL ACTUAL topic is:
DC: How Otaku falls over too much,
O: CORRECT!!! Have a lollipop!
DC: No.
E: Well, it did touch Otaku!
O: GRR...
DC: Well, time for us to go!
E: Yeah, and always remember:
DC,E: Otaku's a baka!!
O: *Runs after them, falls over.*
~the end~
Yes. even in my mind, im bullied.
Sigh. Oh. that;s right!
Ellipsis' laser tag tomorrow~~
I'm gonna get owned......
Sayonara!
OTaku
わたしわおたくです。
どうぞよろしく！
Tiring stuff.
Also, today Otaku brings you:
OTAKU'S IMAGINARY THEATRE!!
Otaku: Konnichi wa minasan!
Ellipsis: Stop talking Japanese!
DC:...........
Otaku: WAAH, your're mean!!
Ellipsis: I know.
DC:...................
O: Is it just me, or are DC's silences getting longer?
E: It's just you.
DC:..................................
O: So, anyway, today's topic is:
E: How much Otaku sucks.
DC:......................
O:NO~! the ACTUAL ACTUAL topic is:
DC: How Otaku falls over too much,
O: CORRECT!!! Have a lollipop!
DC: No.
E: Well, it did touch Otaku!
O: GRR...
DC: Well, time for us to go!
E: Yeah, and always remember:
DC,E: Otaku's a baka!!
O: *Runs after them, falls over.*
~the end~
Yes. even in my mind, im bullied.
Sigh. Oh. that;s right!
Ellipsis' laser tag tomorrow~~
I'm gonna get owned......
Sayonara!
OTaku
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Well, what do you expect?
Heya!
Nice btw, althou it is a little short.
Write more!
Well its a Thursday morning, and as most of you know i hate thursdays, and love Doctor Who!
So here is a chapter (chase scene) out of my 'fan fiction'. Kered, just to explain, is a thirteen year old, in short, made to look older, possibly 18-22, by some aliens who control time, the Forensist. She watched her parents and family die before her eyes, slowly turn to dust. Her friends think shes dead. But last moment she met the Doctor. At this point in time she's known him for a couple of months, sorry to skip a bit. Ah, and yes, she's a tomboy.
Just to say; The Plasmavores were a race of blood-sucking near-Humans. They were commonly criminals, murdering people across the galaxy and drinking their blood. The name plasmavore comes from the latin word "plasma" meaning 'form or shape' and the latin word "voare" meaning 'to devour'. The word plasma could also be reference to Blood plasma, the yellow-colored liquid component of blood, in which blood cells are suspended.
And slabs are body guards made entirely out of leather, and come in pairs.
Taken out of TARDIS files.
Anyway,
This is;
Elixir of Life's Blood
Chapter 5
The Doctor groaned.
‘Eurgh, I’ve come across these before…’ He sniffed. ‘Tell you what, lets…’
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before the Plasmavore lunged at them. The Doctor ducked out of the way and the Plasmavore crashed into the table behind him. Grabbing Kered’s hand he ran into the corridor, leaving the cursing alien behind.
Kered yanked her hand out of the Doctor’s grip as they rounded a corner, and sprinted beside him. His volleys squeaked on the polished floor.
A yell came from behind. At a glance back Kered saw the slabs and the Plasmavore in hot pursuit.
She collided with the Doctor as he skidded to a halt. He fumbled with his sonic screwdriver in front of dark green double doors. The thudding sounds of running footsteps got closer. Kered sucked in air through her teeth and jiggled up and down impatiently. She couldn’t take it. She shoved the Doctor out of the way and kicked at the doors. They swung open and banged against the walls, but they were already around the next corner.
Left, right. Kered lost track of their path. It was all so intense.
They swerved round a corner at a blinding rate. The Doctor reached out and grabbed a railing and flung himself up the stairs three by three, and Kered skidded and tried to follow.
She heard a click of a gun cocking and looked up to find a tall, roughly shaven man flanked by two slabs. In his gloved hands he clutched a Browning pistol, and it was aimed at the Doctor's head.
Slowly, the Doctor raised his hands. The plasmovore at the head of the stairs gestured to his slabs, which promptly went and secured the Doctor. Kered went stiff, but she didn’t move.
‘And what brings you to be in such a hurry?’ the plasmovore intoned. He had a strong American accent. He started to descend towards the Doctor.
‘Oh well, you know, stuff.’ The Doctor met the plasmovore’s gaze. Unfortunately the plasmovore took this as a challenge.
‘And who are you to be in these halls of ours?’ The voice was calm, yet threatening. The man radiated power.
He hadn’t noticed her yet. Was it possible he thought the Doctor alone? No. Plasmovore’s could smell out mammals, the Doctor had told her so. Why had this one ignored her? Did he think she was not a threat?
‘’Cause you’re wrong, bucko,’ she thought.
‘Oh, me, I’m nobody,’ the Doctor said in an innocent voice.
‘Somehow I doubt it.’ The plasmovore was now directly in front of the Doctor. He was slightly taller, and thicker, built like a body builder. He didn’t need those slabs. Maybe it was just custom.
There was a shout from behind. The other plasmovore! Kered had completely forgotten. She dashed down the next flight of stairs just as they rounded the corner. She heard a burst of gunfire and a thump as the first plasmovore’s slabs took a bullet for their master. The stink of molten plastic and leather wafted down to her. She tried not to choke.
‘Ah, Marcus. Hope I am not interrupting and business.’ The American spoke in monotone.
‘B-but…’
‘Oh, sorry. I’ll lend you some of my slabs. I have a whole collection in the closet.’
‘Harry, that is my quarry. You can’t just come and snatch him while we’re in chase.’ The plasmovore started to walk towards the Doctor, but Harry pointed the gun at his head.
‘Not a step more, Marcus old chap. You see, I caught this fella fair an’ square. You just weren’t quick enough.’ He tutted. ‘Respect your elders, and you might get a sip.’ He laughed. ‘Then again, there’s probably no more blood than that in this skinny bloke.’
Marcus looked stunned. ‘What…Hey, where’s the other one? Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep them both to yourself?’
Harry lowered the gun a bit. ‘What other one? I only got this man ‘ere.’
‘Liar,’ Marcus growled. ‘Thinking you can deceive me and cheat me out of my meal, are ya? Well I ain’t gonna fall for no tricks. Give her to me, Harold, or you’ll have to face the rest of the guild.’
‘The rest of the guild? How many are you?’ The Doctor butted in.
‘Shut up,’ both plasmovore’s said, and went back to arguing.
‘I ain’t seen no lady round here. You’re going delirious in your old age. Either that or your trying to wheedle compensation out of me.’ Harry spat.
‘Compensation? All of that blood is mine, and you’d better… she must’ve got away.’
‘Whoa there boys. It is a bit tedious me standing here being fought over. Why not you chaps come to some agreement over a cup of tea? Then we can all sit down and have a lovely time.’
There was a pause long enough in the conversation to hear a creak of leather behind her. Kered spun around and gave the slab a sharp kick in the chest, and it thumped down the stairs. Another one grabbed her ankle, and she lashed out and scrambled up. She turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. The Doctor stood behind with two slabs and he looked really downcast. Meanwhile Marcus was grinning like a fox.
‘Told you, told you,’ he snivelled.
Harry gave him a look, and he quieted down. ‘Bravo, bravo my lady. How did you manage to get past both of us, and Startch down there?’ He gestured to an unconscious plasmovore at the foot of the stairs, pinned under his own slabs. ‘My, you have done well.’
Kered stood there and gave Harry the calmest most mocking glance she could. ‘Oh, it’s not so hard, beating up blocks of leather and hiding from blind vampires.’
‘Vampires? Oh no, girl, we’re so much worse than vampires. And you were hiding?’ Harry pouted slightly and cocked his head.
‘Well, it was more running, and then eavesdropping really. No need to be so pedantic.’
‘Though I am curious to know how you didn’t alert our senses.’ He gave her an expectant look.
Kered shrugged. ‘Deodorant?’
Harry tutted. ‘Charms? Spells? Or are you cold blooded? Or let me guess…diet wholly on raw eggs?’
‘Eurgh, no. I really have no idea. Then again, you guys are the smart ones, the ‘superior beings’, why don’t you know?’
‘We… I am just curious.’ He rolled his shoulders. ‘ It’s is good to know your weaknesses and strengths.’
There was another pause as she was grabbed from behind by Starch’s slabs. Startch himself stood over her shoulder. ‘You little brat,’ he spat.
‘Nice to meet you too.’ She smirked and looked up at Harry again.
‘You’re not in much of a position to make jokes, little lady.’
Kered opened her mouth to reply but decided the better of it.
He turned to the Doctor. ‘You, man. Nobody. This,’ he gestured all around, ‘this, is the guild. The last of the plasmovore’s. You should be honoured.’
‘Believe me, I am. But the last? I knew you were endangered, but this close to extinction? Since when?’
‘Since the year 47 000. Those cursed Judoon. It was the first festival since… since our home was destroyed. Everyone was together for the first time in eons… when we were disrupted by that stinking shadow proclimation. It has always been one man for one self. But the guild,’ here he paused for dramatic effect. ‘We support each other.’
‘Doesn’t look like it. You shot at one colleague and left the other unconscious at the bottom the stairs. You were fighting over food, too. Lovely support.’ Kered tried to step forward but the slabs held her tight.
Harry scowled. ‘Times are harsh.’
‘Is that all you’re gonna say? Because for the second time I say it is a bit tedious standing here and arguing. Can you come to a conclusion already?’
Clever Doctor. Reverse psychology; a classic. Keep ‘em talking.
Startch hobbled up the stairs, and Kered was yanked up behind him. She stumbled over the last step and bumped past Harry to stand beside Startch. No one had said a word since the Doctor had spoken; there was nothing to say. Kered looked around. From the scowling Startch next to her, to the Doctor with his head hung and against his chest, to Harry and the slab-less Marcus grinning stupidly. She hissed through her teeth.
She couldn’t help but say something. The silence was worse than the argument. ‘I’m sorry to say, but your fly’s undone.’
Harry raised his eyes brows. She felt the grip on her right shoulder release as the slab raised its fist. Then everything went black.
The Doctor watched as the slab received the gesture from Harry. He saw in slow motion the fist raised, Kered’s smirk. He saw her eyes, the knowing, the sadness, the boldness.
He yanked and struggled against the slab’s grip, but they held him fast.
The fist came down, and there was a thump as Kered fell to the ground. The two slabs stepped back, their job done. The Doctor stared at the crumpled body and panted. His eyes were stinging.
He turned to Harold. The man stood there calmly, and slowly, an evil grin crept onto his face.
‘Let her go! Let her go Harold! I’m warning you, if you…’ The Doctor paused, out of breath.
Harry look at the man next to him. Bedraggled and defeated. Pathetic. He was desperate. And yet… Slowly, he stopped smiling. ‘If I what, hmm?’
The Doctor was lost. He had nothing to say. Desperately he looked over at Kered. She lay on her left side, and there was a nasty purple bruise on her forehead. She lay limp, unconscious. The Doctor bowed his head and looked away.
‘Tell me your name.’ Harold said. ‘ Tell. Me. Your name.’ The Doctor looked up to meet the man’s gaze. His eyes were dry. Harry raised a gloved hand and struck him across the face. The Doctor gasped and breathed heavily. Then, again, he raised his gaze to square with the man’s.
‘I am the Doctor. And if you know what’s good for you, you will release that girl now.’
Something in the Doctor’s eyes made Harry stop. Just for a moment, a hesitation. Then all trace of emotion were gone. He blinked slowly, and the Doctor’s slabs dragged the struggling man off. Harry snarled at the passing Doctor, and motioned to Starch’s slabs, which picked up the unconscious Kered and hauled her after the Doctor.
Starch took a step forward. ‘Whoa, Harry. You can’t…’
Harry gave him a mischievous look and turned to go. His footsteps echoed in the hallway, and he didn’t need to look back to see the faces of his companions, slab-less and meal-less, by the stairs. He smiled to himself. This truly is you day, Harry.
Well that was chapter 5, peoples.
Hope you enjoy!
Ellipsis
Nice btw, althou it is a little short.
Write more!
Well its a Thursday morning, and as most of you know i hate thursdays, and love Doctor Who!
So here is a chapter (chase scene) out of my 'fan fiction'. Kered, just to explain, is a thirteen year old, in short, made to look older, possibly 18-22, by some aliens who control time, the Forensist. She watched her parents and family die before her eyes, slowly turn to dust. Her friends think shes dead. But last moment she met the Doctor. At this point in time she's known him for a couple of months, sorry to skip a bit. Ah, and yes, she's a tomboy.
Just to say; The Plasmavores were a race of blood-sucking near-Humans. They were commonly criminals, murdering people across the galaxy and drinking their blood. The name plasmavore comes from the latin word "plasma" meaning 'form or shape' and the latin word "voare" meaning 'to devour'. The word plasma could also be reference to Blood plasma, the yellow-colored liquid component of blood, in which blood cells are suspended.
And slabs are body guards made entirely out of leather, and come in pairs.
Taken out of TARDIS files.
Anyway,
This is;
Elixir of Life's Blood
Chapter 5
The Doctor groaned.
‘Eurgh, I’ve come across these before…’ He sniffed. ‘Tell you what, lets…’
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before the Plasmavore lunged at them. The Doctor ducked out of the way and the Plasmavore crashed into the table behind him. Grabbing Kered’s hand he ran into the corridor, leaving the cursing alien behind.
Kered yanked her hand out of the Doctor’s grip as they rounded a corner, and sprinted beside him. His volleys squeaked on the polished floor.
A yell came from behind. At a glance back Kered saw the slabs and the Plasmavore in hot pursuit.
She collided with the Doctor as he skidded to a halt. He fumbled with his sonic screwdriver in front of dark green double doors. The thudding sounds of running footsteps got closer. Kered sucked in air through her teeth and jiggled up and down impatiently. She couldn’t take it. She shoved the Doctor out of the way and kicked at the doors. They swung open and banged against the walls, but they were already around the next corner.
Left, right. Kered lost track of their path. It was all so intense.
They swerved round a corner at a blinding rate. The Doctor reached out and grabbed a railing and flung himself up the stairs three by three, and Kered skidded and tried to follow.
She heard a click of a gun cocking and looked up to find a tall, roughly shaven man flanked by two slabs. In his gloved hands he clutched a Browning pistol, and it was aimed at the Doctor's head.
Slowly, the Doctor raised his hands. The plasmovore at the head of the stairs gestured to his slabs, which promptly went and secured the Doctor. Kered went stiff, but she didn’t move.
‘And what brings you to be in such a hurry?’ the plasmovore intoned. He had a strong American accent. He started to descend towards the Doctor.
‘Oh well, you know, stuff.’ The Doctor met the plasmovore’s gaze. Unfortunately the plasmovore took this as a challenge.
‘And who are you to be in these halls of ours?’ The voice was calm, yet threatening. The man radiated power.
He hadn’t noticed her yet. Was it possible he thought the Doctor alone? No. Plasmovore’s could smell out mammals, the Doctor had told her so. Why had this one ignored her? Did he think she was not a threat?
‘’Cause you’re wrong, bucko,’ she thought.
‘Oh, me, I’m nobody,’ the Doctor said in an innocent voice.
‘Somehow I doubt it.’ The plasmovore was now directly in front of the Doctor. He was slightly taller, and thicker, built like a body builder. He didn’t need those slabs. Maybe it was just custom.
There was a shout from behind. The other plasmovore! Kered had completely forgotten. She dashed down the next flight of stairs just as they rounded the corner. She heard a burst of gunfire and a thump as the first plasmovore’s slabs took a bullet for their master. The stink of molten plastic and leather wafted down to her. She tried not to choke.
‘Ah, Marcus. Hope I am not interrupting and business.’ The American spoke in monotone.
‘B-but…’
‘Oh, sorry. I’ll lend you some of my slabs. I have a whole collection in the closet.’
‘Harry, that is my quarry. You can’t just come and snatch him while we’re in chase.’ The plasmovore started to walk towards the Doctor, but Harry pointed the gun at his head.
‘Not a step more, Marcus old chap. You see, I caught this fella fair an’ square. You just weren’t quick enough.’ He tutted. ‘Respect your elders, and you might get a sip.’ He laughed. ‘Then again, there’s probably no more blood than that in this skinny bloke.’
Marcus looked stunned. ‘What…Hey, where’s the other one? Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep them both to yourself?’
Harry lowered the gun a bit. ‘What other one? I only got this man ‘ere.’
‘Liar,’ Marcus growled. ‘Thinking you can deceive me and cheat me out of my meal, are ya? Well I ain’t gonna fall for no tricks. Give her to me, Harold, or you’ll have to face the rest of the guild.’
‘The rest of the guild? How many are you?’ The Doctor butted in.
‘Shut up,’ both plasmovore’s said, and went back to arguing.
‘I ain’t seen no lady round here. You’re going delirious in your old age. Either that or your trying to wheedle compensation out of me.’ Harry spat.
‘Compensation? All of that blood is mine, and you’d better… she must’ve got away.’
‘Whoa there boys. It is a bit tedious me standing here being fought over. Why not you chaps come to some agreement over a cup of tea? Then we can all sit down and have a lovely time.’
There was a pause long enough in the conversation to hear a creak of leather behind her. Kered spun around and gave the slab a sharp kick in the chest, and it thumped down the stairs. Another one grabbed her ankle, and she lashed out and scrambled up. She turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. The Doctor stood behind with two slabs and he looked really downcast. Meanwhile Marcus was grinning like a fox.
‘Told you, told you,’ he snivelled.
Harry gave him a look, and he quieted down. ‘Bravo, bravo my lady. How did you manage to get past both of us, and Startch down there?’ He gestured to an unconscious plasmovore at the foot of the stairs, pinned under his own slabs. ‘My, you have done well.’
Kered stood there and gave Harry the calmest most mocking glance she could. ‘Oh, it’s not so hard, beating up blocks of leather and hiding from blind vampires.’
‘Vampires? Oh no, girl, we’re so much worse than vampires. And you were hiding?’ Harry pouted slightly and cocked his head.
‘Well, it was more running, and then eavesdropping really. No need to be so pedantic.’
‘Though I am curious to know how you didn’t alert our senses.’ He gave her an expectant look.
Kered shrugged. ‘Deodorant?’
Harry tutted. ‘Charms? Spells? Or are you cold blooded? Or let me guess…diet wholly on raw eggs?’
‘Eurgh, no. I really have no idea. Then again, you guys are the smart ones, the ‘superior beings’, why don’t you know?’
‘We… I am just curious.’ He rolled his shoulders. ‘ It’s is good to know your weaknesses and strengths.’
There was another pause as she was grabbed from behind by Starch’s slabs. Startch himself stood over her shoulder. ‘You little brat,’ he spat.
‘Nice to meet you too.’ She smirked and looked up at Harry again.
‘You’re not in much of a position to make jokes, little lady.’
Kered opened her mouth to reply but decided the better of it.
He turned to the Doctor. ‘You, man. Nobody. This,’ he gestured all around, ‘this, is the guild. The last of the plasmovore’s. You should be honoured.’
‘Believe me, I am. But the last? I knew you were endangered, but this close to extinction? Since when?’
‘Since the year 47 000. Those cursed Judoon. It was the first festival since… since our home was destroyed. Everyone was together for the first time in eons… when we were disrupted by that stinking shadow proclimation. It has always been one man for one self. But the guild,’ here he paused for dramatic effect. ‘We support each other.’
‘Doesn’t look like it. You shot at one colleague and left the other unconscious at the bottom the stairs. You were fighting over food, too. Lovely support.’ Kered tried to step forward but the slabs held her tight.
Harry scowled. ‘Times are harsh.’
‘Is that all you’re gonna say? Because for the second time I say it is a bit tedious standing here and arguing. Can you come to a conclusion already?’
Clever Doctor. Reverse psychology; a classic. Keep ‘em talking.
Startch hobbled up the stairs, and Kered was yanked up behind him. She stumbled over the last step and bumped past Harry to stand beside Startch. No one had said a word since the Doctor had spoken; there was nothing to say. Kered looked around. From the scowling Startch next to her, to the Doctor with his head hung and against his chest, to Harry and the slab-less Marcus grinning stupidly. She hissed through her teeth.
She couldn’t help but say something. The silence was worse than the argument. ‘I’m sorry to say, but your fly’s undone.’
Harry raised his eyes brows. She felt the grip on her right shoulder release as the slab raised its fist. Then everything went black.
The Doctor watched as the slab received the gesture from Harry. He saw in slow motion the fist raised, Kered’s smirk. He saw her eyes, the knowing, the sadness, the boldness.
He yanked and struggled against the slab’s grip, but they held him fast.
The fist came down, and there was a thump as Kered fell to the ground. The two slabs stepped back, their job done. The Doctor stared at the crumpled body and panted. His eyes were stinging.
He turned to Harold. The man stood there calmly, and slowly, an evil grin crept onto his face.
‘Let her go! Let her go Harold! I’m warning you, if you…’ The Doctor paused, out of breath.
Harry look at the man next to him. Bedraggled and defeated. Pathetic. He was desperate. And yet… Slowly, he stopped smiling. ‘If I what, hmm?’
The Doctor was lost. He had nothing to say. Desperately he looked over at Kered. She lay on her left side, and there was a nasty purple bruise on her forehead. She lay limp, unconscious. The Doctor bowed his head and looked away.
‘Tell me your name.’ Harold said. ‘ Tell. Me. Your name.’ The Doctor looked up to meet the man’s gaze. His eyes were dry. Harry raised a gloved hand and struck him across the face. The Doctor gasped and breathed heavily. Then, again, he raised his gaze to square with the man’s.
‘I am the Doctor. And if you know what’s good for you, you will release that girl now.’
Something in the Doctor’s eyes made Harry stop. Just for a moment, a hesitation. Then all trace of emotion were gone. He blinked slowly, and the Doctor’s slabs dragged the struggling man off. Harry snarled at the passing Doctor, and motioned to Starch’s slabs, which picked up the unconscious Kered and hauled her after the Doctor.
Starch took a step forward. ‘Whoa, Harry. You can’t…’
Harry gave him a mischievous look and turned to go. His footsteps echoed in the hallway, and he didn’t need to look back to see the faces of his companions, slab-less and meal-less, by the stairs. He smiled to himself. This truly is you day, Harry.
Well that was chapter 5, peoples.
Hope you enjoy!
Ellipsis
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Fanfics.... fanfics.... BLEACH!
Helloo.
Such a long time since i've written. Today, with my own choice, (OR more like Ellipsis and DC forcing me) I shall type up a part of my fanfiction.
Now, for the.............l....(you fill the blank) that dont know what a fanfic is (WHAT KIND OF PERSON DOESN'T..... Oh. Normal people.) I shall define it.
A fanfiction is someone writing a story about something they are a fan of, eg. manga, Twilight, Doctor Who, etc.
You get the point.
My fanfiction is....... *drum roll*
Manga! YaY, woohoo..... Well, here goes. OH wait, its based on Bleach, btw.:
"You stupid girl. How many times do I have to tell you to wake up?" were the first words that greeted me in the morning. Great. I sighed, then got up out of bed. "Ohayou to you too, Kasai," I responded, and I heard my zanpakutou growl. I laughed quietly, and got dressed. It had been a while since I got to wear normal clothes; it had always been the Academy's uniform. When I opened the door, I heard everyone else stop talking and laughing loudly. "It's her again. Why do they even let the emo come here? She's so dangerous!" I heard a girl whisper, and I ignored her. It was like a daily routine. Wherever I went, people whispered and glared. If that didn't happen, I'd feel strange, like something was out of place. Of course, that had never happened before, and it was unlikely it would. I walked past, and went to the place that no one ever dared go to. The Ice Forest.
Right. That sucked. I know!! :'(
Oh well, I will do something else. Such as:
SOMETHING THAT ISN'T A FANFIC!!!
which i will post later.
Otaku!
PS. Ellipsis, I'm waiting for your fanfic.
adding more..
It was only natural that I be attracted such a place; it was named after the only person who went here before me, Hitsugaya Toushiro. He was known to be a 'loner' as well, just like I was. The only difference was that everyone liked, admired, or adored him; I was disliked, despised, or hated. But like I said, I was used to this pain. It did not hurt me as much as it used to.
I sighed. Matsumoto really needed to learn to shut up. She had been blabbing on and on about how cute the Academy's students would be, and how we were so lucky to get to have first pick in new recruits. Gotei 13 had been in great need for new members; many had perished with the war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundes. They needed 2 members, for their 3rd seat and secretary had perished. I said, "Shut up. We're here." Matsumoto, now aware how important this was, closed her mouth. As we entered the Academy, we were surrounded by whispers and clapping. This would be boring. I walked straight past them, and told Matsumoto, "I'm going to look at something. Go play," and she gladly ran off towards the students. I headed off to where I had gone most when I attended this place.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had been sitting in a tree for a while, and had been about to leave, when I felt the coldest reiatsu I had felt in my life. A memory flashed across my head; this was NOT the coldest, but it was close. I had no idea where that memory had come from. "You better lower your reiatsu, Yume. It stands out too much," Mizu, the second part of my zanpakutou warned, and I did as she said. Soon, a small boy, around my age entered the forest, and I saw he had white hair. Complete opposite of my hair. I watched curiously. No one had dared come in here, they all knew who I was. So what was HE doing here? I was snapped right out my reverie by a booming voice."Hiding, are we?" a voice asked, and I knew it was someone's zanpakutou. "Who are you?" I asked back, and the voice did not answer. Instead, I felt an extremely cold wind pushing against me, and I soon fell off the tree. "Damn you, Kaze, Yuki," I cursed, and I heard the two laugh quietly in my head. I sighed. I had forgotten I couldn't do gymnastics. I'd have to use my zanpakutou. "Deliever me to safety, Kazekoushakufujin," I called, and I felt a sudden rush of wind underneath me, and it lowered me to the ground. I had forgotten the white haired boy, and so when I landed, it was no surprise that I jumped when I felt the reiatsu again. I stared at him, and realised who he was. Of course! He was the one girls swooned over, Hitsugaya Toushiro! I hadn't noticed, even though I had been comparing the difference between us a minute ago. This was bad. He saw me use my zanpakutou! He saw the wind suddenly help me! He'd call me a freak! I was freaking out about this, when a much-too-familiar voice asked uncertainly, "Yuu-chan?" I swore silently in my head, then started to run for my dear life. "YUU-CHAN! STOP! WAIT UP!" Rangiku called, and I started to run faster. If she caught me, she'd catch me in a hug, then, I would die. Even I valued my life enough for that. "Gotcha!" Rangiku said, as she popped up in front of me. I rolled my eyes, then did something I hadn't done since..... well, since something. I used shunpo.
I was right in front of the main building, and everyone whispered or glared again. This time, one person was brave enough to say something. Unpleasant as it was, someone talked to me. "You should die! You're so dangerous, always hurting people. I'll kill you!" a boy, at least 2 feet taller than me yelled, and charged towards me, his sword in his hand. As he swung down, I moved, so neither would get hurt. He growled, and came at me again. I dodged every attack he gave me, but it was difficult after a while. When he swung down extremely hard, I knew I'd have to use my sword. I blocked the attack with my sword, and again, he attacked. Then again. Every time, he'd fling insults at me. "You witch! Monster! Devil!" I'd pretend I didn't hear, I was deaf. That was a game I played often. When I was distracted by strawberry-blonde hair, he swung, and this time, I HAD to use Tsuchi. "Block, Tsuchikyohaku," I whispered, and it blocked his attack. I knew this would only bring on more insults, when someone finally, FINALLY interrupted. "Stop," the voice commanded, and for some reason, we both stopped. It was as if the voice had authority in it naturally. I was about to sigh, when I got squished in...uh.....you know. "YUU-CHAN! ARE YOU OK? DID THAT MEAN BOY HURT YOU?" Rangiku asked, and I would've answered, but I had no air. I was suffocating, until I finally managed to get my message across. She let go, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I heard people smirk, but they had not been hugged by Rangiku before. I blushed, then, with horror, realised one of my hairpins had fallen out. "Kuso," I swore, and looked around for it. I saw it next to the boy's foot, and was about to grab it, when he stepped on it, and crushed it. My mind panicked; this wasn't supposed to happen! What if she hurt someone? "Calm down, Yume. We'll make sure nothing happens," Mizu reassured, and I felt calm again. As long as they weren't hurt. "Why do you try to protect those that hurt you?" Kasai asked, confused. I answered."Because, they have people that care about them. Unlike me."
Such a long time since i've written. Today, with my own choice, (OR more like Ellipsis and DC forcing me) I shall type up a part of my fanfiction.
Now, for the.............l....(you fill the blank) that dont know what a fanfic is (WHAT KIND OF PERSON DOESN'T..... Oh. Normal people.) I shall define it.
A fanfiction is someone writing a story about something they are a fan of, eg. manga, Twilight, Doctor Who, etc.
You get the point.
My fanfiction is....... *drum roll*
Manga! YaY, woohoo..... Well, here goes. OH wait, its based on Bleach, btw.:
"You stupid girl. How many times do I have to tell you to wake up?" were the first words that greeted me in the morning. Great. I sighed, then got up out of bed. "Ohayou to you too, Kasai," I responded, and I heard my zanpakutou growl. I laughed quietly, and got dressed. It had been a while since I got to wear normal clothes; it had always been the Academy's uniform. When I opened the door, I heard everyone else stop talking and laughing loudly. "It's her again. Why do they even let the emo come here? She's so dangerous!" I heard a girl whisper, and I ignored her. It was like a daily routine. Wherever I went, people whispered and glared. If that didn't happen, I'd feel strange, like something was out of place. Of course, that had never happened before, and it was unlikely it would. I walked past, and went to the place that no one ever dared go to. The Ice Forest.
Right. That sucked. I know!! :'(
Oh well, I will do something else. Such as:
SOMETHING THAT ISN'T A FANFIC!!!
which i will post later.
Otaku!
PS. Ellipsis, I'm waiting for your fanfic.
adding more..
It was only natural that I be attracted such a place; it was named after the only person who went here before me, Hitsugaya Toushiro. He was known to be a 'loner' as well, just like I was. The only difference was that everyone liked, admired, or adored him; I was disliked, despised, or hated. But like I said, I was used to this pain. It did not hurt me as much as it used to.
I sighed. Matsumoto really needed to learn to shut up. She had been blabbing on and on about how cute the Academy's students would be, and how we were so lucky to get to have first pick in new recruits. Gotei 13 had been in great need for new members; many had perished with the war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundes. They needed 2 members, for their 3rd seat and secretary had perished. I said, "Shut up. We're here." Matsumoto, now aware how important this was, closed her mouth. As we entered the Academy, we were surrounded by whispers and clapping. This would be boring. I walked straight past them, and told Matsumoto, "I'm going to look at something. Go play," and she gladly ran off towards the students. I headed off to where I had gone most when I attended this place.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had been sitting in a tree for a while, and had been about to leave, when I felt the coldest reiatsu I had felt in my life. A memory flashed across my head; this was NOT the coldest, but it was close. I had no idea where that memory had come from. "You better lower your reiatsu, Yume. It stands out too much," Mizu, the second part of my zanpakutou warned, and I did as she said. Soon, a small boy, around my age entered the forest, and I saw he had white hair. Complete opposite of my hair. I watched curiously. No one had dared come in here, they all knew who I was. So what was HE doing here? I was snapped right out my reverie by a booming voice."Hiding, are we?" a voice asked, and I knew it was someone's zanpakutou. "Who are you?" I asked back, and the voice did not answer. Instead, I felt an extremely cold wind pushing against me, and I soon fell off the tree. "Damn you, Kaze, Yuki," I cursed, and I heard the two laugh quietly in my head. I sighed. I had forgotten I couldn't do gymnastics. I'd have to use my zanpakutou. "Deliever me to safety, Kazekoushakufujin," I called, and I felt a sudden rush of wind underneath me, and it lowered me to the ground. I had forgotten the white haired boy, and so when I landed, it was no surprise that I jumped when I felt the reiatsu again. I stared at him, and realised who he was. Of course! He was the one girls swooned over, Hitsugaya Toushiro! I hadn't noticed, even though I had been comparing the difference between us a minute ago. This was bad. He saw me use my zanpakutou! He saw the wind suddenly help me! He'd call me a freak! I was freaking out about this, when a much-too-familiar voice asked uncertainly, "Yuu-chan?" I swore silently in my head, then started to run for my dear life. "YUU-CHAN! STOP! WAIT UP!" Rangiku called, and I started to run faster. If she caught me, she'd catch me in a hug, then, I would die. Even I valued my life enough for that. "Gotcha!" Rangiku said, as she popped up in front of me. I rolled my eyes, then did something I hadn't done since..... well, since something. I used shunpo.
I was right in front of the main building, and everyone whispered or glared again. This time, one person was brave enough to say something. Unpleasant as it was, someone talked to me. "You should die! You're so dangerous, always hurting people. I'll kill you!" a boy, at least 2 feet taller than me yelled, and charged towards me, his sword in his hand. As he swung down, I moved, so neither would get hurt. He growled, and came at me again. I dodged every attack he gave me, but it was difficult after a while. When he swung down extremely hard, I knew I'd have to use my sword. I blocked the attack with my sword, and again, he attacked. Then again. Every time, he'd fling insults at me. "You witch! Monster! Devil!" I'd pretend I didn't hear, I was deaf. That was a game I played often. When I was distracted by strawberry-blonde hair, he swung, and this time, I HAD to use Tsuchi. "Block, Tsuchikyohaku," I whispered, and it blocked his attack. I knew this would only bring on more insults, when someone finally, FINALLY interrupted. "Stop," the voice commanded, and for some reason, we both stopped. It was as if the voice had authority in it naturally. I was about to sigh, when I got squished in...uh.....you know. "YUU-CHAN! ARE YOU OK? DID THAT MEAN BOY HURT YOU?" Rangiku asked, and I would've answered, but I had no air. I was suffocating, until I finally managed to get my message across. She let go, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I heard people smirk, but they had not been hugged by Rangiku before. I blushed, then, with horror, realised one of my hairpins had fallen out. "Kuso," I swore, and looked around for it. I saw it next to the boy's foot, and was about to grab it, when he stepped on it, and crushed it. My mind panicked; this wasn't supposed to happen! What if she hurt someone? "Calm down, Yume. We'll make sure nothing happens," Mizu reassured, and I felt calm again. As long as they weren't hurt. "Why do you try to protect those that hurt you?" Kasai asked, confused. I answered."Because, they have people that care about them. Unlike me."
Monday, August 24, 2009
What are you waiting for!?
Hey guys, a quick post.
Check out my blog. Read all the posts you havn't. It's quite interesting, and seeing as this is ignored, I'd like to see you guys reading my posts. Yes, I know they are a bit long. But it's worth it. Comment, please do. I want to see what you guys think, if you agree, disagree.
And for sarah, (who dosn't have a nickname, and can't) here is the link;
http://ledwrong.blogspot.com/
there are heaps of posts, most of the later one's interesting.
Yours,
Ellipsis.
PS,
sarah, just to give you a hint of who we are, here are some clues;
Ellipsis, me, well, look at my blog, my other one, (http://ledwrong.blogspot.com/) and you will know exactly who I am. (Doctor Who?)
DC, 竜也 , or Dark Choc, is the one with the DC hat. (hat?)
Otaku, or M/A Otaku, is a manga obsessed, screaming, dyed hair kinda person. (manga?)
K?
Check out my blog. Read all the posts you havn't. It's quite interesting, and seeing as this is ignored, I'd like to see you guys reading my posts. Yes, I know they are a bit long. But it's worth it. Comment, please do. I want to see what you guys think, if you agree, disagree.
And for sarah, (who dosn't have a nickname, and can't) here is the link;
http://ledwrong.blogspot.com/
there are heaps of posts, most of the later one's interesting.
Yours,
Ellipsis.
PS,
sarah, just to give you a hint of who we are, here are some clues;
Ellipsis, me, well, look at my blog, my other one, (http://ledwrong.blogspot.com/) and you will know exactly who I am. (Doctor Who?)
DC, 竜也 , or Dark Choc, is the one with the DC hat. (hat?)
Otaku, or M/A Otaku, is a manga obsessed, screaming, dyed hair kinda person. (manga?)
K?
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
To Dear UnMaintained Blog, We Miss You.
Hey guys!
Okay. Don't mind the title.
Um, I'm at home at the mo, because, I had to see a specialist today. Spent most of my home time reading and downloading (legally) demos off the net. And some of them are quite good.
Anyway, the specialist wasn't a one off thing. I might miss up to a week more off school.
So I have to have a few tests done, and depending on the results, I might have to be sedated and messed around with. But nothing drastic.
Oh, apart from the blood test I will be doing 3 weeks from now. The doctor said there was a 20% chance of me passing out, and them having to re-do it. For the rest of that day theres no way I'm gonna even pick up a feather.
So all's well.
If we have any viewers, or any of the authors can reply, tell me your medical stories. Have you ever fainted, severly bled, or cryed during a needle? Can you take pills? And how do you feel about sedation? Can you look at blood?
Oh well. So I miss a bit of school.
Oh yes, and apparently now I have the best report in the school. Whoopee.
Hem.
Sarcasm
Anyway, nice knowing you guys. If I die in byopsy, blame Otaku.
Keep reading the other blogs!
Ellipsis.
Okay. Don't mind the title.
Um, I'm at home at the mo, because, I had to see a specialist today. Spent most of my home time reading and downloading (legally) demos off the net. And some of them are quite good.
Anyway, the specialist wasn't a one off thing. I might miss up to a week more off school.
So I have to have a few tests done, and depending on the results, I might have to be sedated and messed around with. But nothing drastic.
Oh, apart from the blood test I will be doing 3 weeks from now. The doctor said there was a 20% chance of me passing out, and them having to re-do it. For the rest of that day theres no way I'm gonna even pick up a feather.
So all's well.
If we have any viewers, or any of the authors can reply, tell me your medical stories. Have you ever fainted, severly bled, or cryed during a needle? Can you take pills? And how do you feel about sedation? Can you look at blood?
Oh well. So I miss a bit of school.
Oh yes, and apparently now I have the best report in the school. Whoopee.
Hem.
Sarcasm
Anyway, nice knowing you guys. If I die in byopsy, blame Otaku.
Keep reading the other blogs!
Ellipsis.
Monday, August 10, 2009
!!!!
Ishida has a sword!!!!!!!
Arrancars(?) are really depressing!
yes.
i have no idea what i said. anywayyy,
IM going to read bleach!!!
no, not the solution which makes clothes white or something.
Arrancars(?) are really depressing!
yes.
i have no idea what i said. anywayyy,
IM going to read bleach!!!
no, not the solution which makes clothes white or something.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
^^
Hi!
I haven't posted for a while so i thought I might as well now! :)
Oh yeah, Ellipsis, I didn't not go on ibeatyou because of download problems!
So as Ellipsis has already said term 3 has started! Yay! (or not?) so I wish all of you out there a fun term 3!
Love
Monday, August 3, 2009
Long time no see
Hey guys.
So, i have advertised this blog on ibeatyou, which I have to say is a seriously addicting site. Uh, i suggest you join. Its fun.
So I'm sick, at home, on a Monday. There are better things to be doing.
But, I just played typical Australian prank on a guy in Texas who I've recently befriended. Big mistake, unless you can live with my jokes.
Anyway, so I recorded that conversation, and I think it's really funny. But I'm not putting that on the site, because I'm not that mean.
So check oout ibeatyou. If your competitive, good looking, geeky, a photographer or director, this site is for you! It's basically competitions in 3 forms(text, video or photo), quizzes and profiles. It's an international site, and great fun.
This is my (Ellipsis) profile; http://www.ibeatyou.com/user/ztripe
And this is Otaku's; http://www.ibeatyou.com/user/YumeChan
Yes. DC has avoided it yet again, probobly for download problems. Am I the only one without them?
On to other things. School term 3 has started. Ah, that's okay. My birthday is coming up, and yeh.
So what did you guys think of Harry Potter?
Not that I care. Frankly, I'm not a fan.
Right. Now I'm gonna post on my other blog, um, a more detailed post on a recent tragedy. So I'll leave you to that.
Yours,
Ellipsis.
So, i have advertised this blog on ibeatyou, which I have to say is a seriously addicting site. Uh, i suggest you join. Its fun.
So I'm sick, at home, on a Monday. There are better things to be doing.
But, I just played typical Australian prank on a guy in Texas who I've recently befriended. Big mistake, unless you can live with my jokes.
Anyway, so I recorded that conversation, and I think it's really funny. But I'm not putting that on the site, because I'm not that mean.
So check oout ibeatyou. If your competitive, good looking, geeky, a photographer or director, this site is for you! It's basically competitions in 3 forms(text, video or photo), quizzes and profiles. It's an international site, and great fun.
This is my (Ellipsis) profile; http://www.ibeatyou.com/user/ztripe
And this is Otaku's; http://www.ibeatyou.com/user/YumeChan
Yes. DC has avoided it yet again, probobly for download problems. Am I the only one without them?
On to other things. School term 3 has started. Ah, that's okay. My birthday is coming up, and yeh.
So what did you guys think of Harry Potter?
Not that I care. Frankly, I'm not a fan.
Right. Now I'm gonna post on my other blog, um, a more detailed post on a recent tragedy. So I'll leave you to that.
Yours,
Ellipsis.
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