So my confirmation email was a total fake. "Robert" who sounded like he got off the boat from India yesterday said that there was some sort of 'error' and my reservation didn't go all the way through so even though I got the email it was no good b/c I never actually booked a flight *insert rage here*
My motherfucking money? Is 'on hold' and will be returned to me in 24-48 hours *insert more rage here*
I'm kinda pissed.
On top of all that, I am goddamn sick of people who are supposed to be friends and comrades talking to me like I'm a fucking dog. Sick of it. I know I'm difficult, but I always do things with the best of intentions =_=
Whatever.
Had a long, long talk with my boss today. She helped me alot, and drove home that I need to get a fucking license. So need to buckle down and do that -__- Ha, as soon as I find the money for a fucking driving school *sigh* And need to renew my ID b/c it's expired, maybe can try to do it this weekend if I can find a DMV I can reach by bus.
Blah blah blah.
Here, have snippet, since I wasn't very nice about ch 17 & 18. In rewriting chapter one of Kidnapped, simply could not nix his fight with the tentacley Sardoran ^___^ So this is your last sneak peek.
"Damn it," Cyan managed, but the word turned into a choked off squeak as the Sardoran managed to get a tentacle around his throat. His head knocked hard as the bastard slammed him into the wall.
He fumbled for his stinger, even as more tentacles came for him. Stars a-fucking-bove he hated Sardorans. Gritting his teeth as he was slammed to the floor and the fucking creature got too close, he thumbed the stinger to its lowest setting and drove it into the Sardoran as he pressed the activation button.
The Sardoran snarled at the shot of pain, and it was enough for Cyan to break free, dropping to the hard metal grating with a grunt. Twisting, he picked himself up to his knees and lunged at the retreating Sardoran, grasping the stinger and thumbing the power all the way up before zapping the fucker again.
Done, he threw himself backwards, hands catching the grating, flipping over in a backwards handspring so he landed neatly on his feet, watching the Sardoran twitch and writhe and scream in pain.
When it finally went still, he stalked over and gave it another jolt just to be certain, turning down the power only slightly. After he was absolutely certain the Sardoran was unconscious, he began to roughly kick it across the grating and down into the special pool that would be its cell for the next three terms. "Stupid. Fucking. Sardorans," he muttered, punctuating each word with a hard kick, stepping hard on stray tentacles whenever they happened to get in his way, until at last the floor was clear and he'd locked the Sardoran up.
He rounded on Captain Waters, who stood well out of the way up the stairs. "Where the fuck were you?" he snapped.
"Watching the show," Waters replied, smoothing his mustache, brown eyes full of mirth. "Honestly. Is there some Sardoran blood in you? Or do you just wear 'Sardorans please fuck me senseless cologne?"
"Go to fucking hell," Cyan said in disgust, rubbing his throat. Sardoran skin always left him with a goddamn rash; something in their skin didn't like his, even if he did seem to be the hottest thing Sardorans had ever seen. "Stop fucking assigning me to 9.2.4."
Waters grinned. "And lose the best free entertainment around? No way."
My motherfucking money? Is 'on hold' and will be returned to me in 24-48 hours *insert more rage here*
I'm kinda pissed.
On top of all that, I am goddamn sick of people who are supposed to be friends and comrades talking to me like I'm a fucking dog. Sick of it. I know I'm difficult, but I always do things with the best of intentions =_=
Whatever.
Had a long, long talk with my boss today. She helped me alot, and drove home that I need to get a fucking license. So need to buckle down and do that -__- Ha, as soon as I find the money for a fucking driving school *sigh* And need to renew my ID b/c it's expired, maybe can try to do it this weekend if I can find a DMV I can reach by bus.
Blah blah blah.
Here, have snippet, since I wasn't very nice about ch 17 & 18. In rewriting chapter one of Kidnapped, simply could not nix his fight with the tentacley Sardoran ^___^ So this is your last sneak peek.
"Damn it," Cyan managed, but the word turned into a choked off squeak as the Sardoran managed to get a tentacle around his throat. His head knocked hard as the bastard slammed him into the wall.
He fumbled for his stinger, even as more tentacles came for him. Stars a-fucking-bove he hated Sardorans. Gritting his teeth as he was slammed to the floor and the fucking creature got too close, he thumbed the stinger to its lowest setting and drove it into the Sardoran as he pressed the activation button.
The Sardoran snarled at the shot of pain, and it was enough for Cyan to break free, dropping to the hard metal grating with a grunt. Twisting, he picked himself up to his knees and lunged at the retreating Sardoran, grasping the stinger and thumbing the power all the way up before zapping the fucker again.
Done, he threw himself backwards, hands catching the grating, flipping over in a backwards handspring so he landed neatly on his feet, watching the Sardoran twitch and writhe and scream in pain.
When it finally went still, he stalked over and gave it another jolt just to be certain, turning down the power only slightly. After he was absolutely certain the Sardoran was unconscious, he began to roughly kick it across the grating and down into the special pool that would be its cell for the next three terms. "Stupid. Fucking. Sardorans," he muttered, punctuating each word with a hard kick, stepping hard on stray tentacles whenever they happened to get in his way, until at last the floor was clear and he'd locked the Sardoran up.
He rounded on Captain Waters, who stood well out of the way up the stairs. "Where the fuck were you?" he snapped.
"Watching the show," Waters replied, smoothing his mustache, brown eyes full of mirth. "Honestly. Is there some Sardoran blood in you? Or do you just wear 'Sardorans please fuck me senseless cologne?"
"Go to fucking hell," Cyan said in disgust, rubbing his throat. Sardoran skin always left him with a goddamn rash; something in their skin didn't like his, even if he did seem to be the hottest thing Sardorans had ever seen. "Stop fucking assigning me to 9.2.4."
Waters grinned. "And lose the best free entertainment around? No way."
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Date: 2007-07-02 10:20 pm (UTC)-hug-
It'll all pass.
xDDDD Rewritten Sardoran part!!! <3
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Date: 2007-07-02 10:41 pm (UTC)A) You're going to have a kick-ass time when you get there or
B) The plane that you didn't get booked on will explode, and you'll be grateful you weren't on it. <3<3
and OMG NOOOOOOOO YOU TAUNT US WITH PRETTY FIGHTING~!!!! *cries*
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Date: 2007-07-02 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 11:27 pm (UTC)Loved the snippet! Not sure it makes up for stabbing Sasha though...
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Date: 2007-07-02 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-03 12:46 am (UTC)And the license is kind of exciting, even if the steps to it must seem daunting. Driving's not so bad... I've had my license 16 years now! Huh... half my life. Anyway, good luck with that, too.
Annnd, Sardoran fight!!! I'd forgotten about that. ^_____^ Waters probably replaced one of his chem keys with Sardoran pheromones. *smirk* One way of keeping your peeps trained.
Also, Chaos wasn't not nice! [yay, double negative!] It was exciting.^_^ As goblin said, we trust you to work it all out, somehow. *snugs*
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:10 am (UTC)The money thing on the ticket though...X_x That blows monkey ass chunks. *huggles*
I hate Mondays, and it sounds like you were having a spectacular case of 'em. -_- At least Wed is a holiday?
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Date: 2007-07-03 02:51 am (UTC)Like the snippet, though I admit I have to reread the story to remember who everyone is, but how cute and funny!
HAHAHAHA!
Date: 2007-07-03 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-03 06:33 am (UTC)OOOOO tentacles. And the possessors of the tentacles think he's hot. He's not willing sooo that makes it tentacle incompletus rape. How many rape victims wished they could do what he did. Nice.
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:30 am (UTC)That's what I get. I'm just always too chickenshit to actually sign up for classes and all -__- driving is my one real and genuine phobia.
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Date: 2007-07-03 10:08 am (UTC)What are you doing up at this hour? Shit, what am I doing up. Why yes, I have been up all night. Its summer break and I've turned my sleep cycle upside down it seems. *sigh* Bed now.
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Date: 2007-07-03 10:11 am (UTC)Cycle would be interesting, though my mother would kill me ahahaha.
x_x work. I have to catch the bus in a bit. sleep well! <3
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Date: 2007-07-03 06:46 am (UTC)*huuuuuuugs* If you want to talk about it, I'm only an email away? And also I hope it gets better... :(
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:28 am (UTC)I'll live. It's just...what do you say and do when you're hated because of something stupid and petty? I hadn't realized my friendship came so cheap.
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Date: 2007-07-03 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-03 02:37 pm (UTC)I'm sorry about the tickets and the driving, but I'm sure it will work out. As for driving you can always say you're making a health decision and not getting a licence because walking is so much better for your health. It usually shuts people up.
*hugs* Thank you for the snippet. :D
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:40 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry that you are having so much trouble with the airlines and the driving thing. Also the driving school thing is pretty much a waste of money and mostly it's for teenagers. In ohio they don't actually teach you to drive but rather make you watch lame-ass videos about not driving on train tracks. However, I hope everything will turn out all right and I have to say I truly admire the prodigious amount of ( good/super) written work you manage to produce on a regular basis.
Sardoran <3
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Date: 2007-07-04 11:52 pm (UTC)If you want to avoid the "backwards" repeat in gymnastics we just refer to that move as a back handspring. I don't know if other people would pick up the meaning that conveys though.
Also since the use of gymnastics moves in fight scenes is one of my pet peeves I feel a compelling need to give you some personal perspective on the pros/cons of using it. For reference I was a gymnast for 7 years and I live with two blackbelts.
Most people throw moves in because they look cool, not because they'd actually help in a fight at all. In general standard gymnastics moves are useless in a real fight because they take concentration and decent footing. Gymnastics training on the other hand and bastardised move are a great asset.
Your use of backhandspring can be seen as valid. Cyan wants to get away from the sardoran quickly and it's certainly a smoother move than running backwards and he might not want to do a roll depending on the condition of the surface of the ground. But here are somethings you might want to consider:
1. A backhandspring can be stretched out to cover maybe six feet of ground depending how tall you are. However, the further it is stretched out the more power you need to get from your legs and the sure-er your footing needs to be. If you're doing a very elongated one and something grabs your foot halfway through you're screwed. You have no balance, are disorientated, and to top it all off you're going to fall in an awkward position no matter what you do.
2. Backhandsprings done from standing aren't actually that fast. Most people are used to the ones seen in competition, which are part of a tumbling series. Those can become superfast with not very much effort, but the first one done from standing never is. Olympic athletes are the exceptions to everything.
3. If Cyan grabs the grating, curls his fingers around it, and is going at a speed fast enough to shoot him directly to standing he's going to tear his fingers off. In a backhandspring you're starting to push off of the ground pretty much the second you hit it; that's how you gain the power to travel 3 feet and get to standing. Otherwise you land in a crouch about six inches from where your hands were.
So, in my analysis you can keep the backhandspring. It's theoretically plausible, but you probably don't want to have him grab the grate in the interest of realism. Other than that please consider if it's really the move you want to put there.
I realize that was rather nit picky on one sentence, so I apologize for that. Pet peeve is my only excuse.
In other comments: Captain Waters rocks. No, really. The man became awesome in one sentence. Can he show up more in this 'verse? Please....?
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Date: 2007-07-04 11:54 pm (UTC)I'm sorry. I didn't mean to harp on the point all evil like. ;__;
I adore your stories, you're wonderful, your writing is amazing.
I think driving is evil too.
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Date: 2007-07-05 12:04 am (UTC)I realize the move isn't entirely accurate, but very little of this stupid verse works anyway. And I never meant to imply he grabbed it, that's why I said caught. I wanted to imply he got his balance or whatever, not that he was actually holding fast to the grating.
But thanks for taking the time to point it out. I'll go back over it when I do major edits to this draft.
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Date: 2007-07-06 12:36 am (UTC)Hopefully chat with boss helped...? Personally I have the most cliched relationship with mine...aka. barely restrained dislike.
Cyan does seem to attract non-human interest, don't he...Huh. Must be -wonderful- being him...lol. Attack of the (icky?) tentacle thingies!
Waters is hilarious *snicker*
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Date: 2007-07-06 12:47 am (UTC)It's from the Disney Hercules movie ^^;; High Abuse of the poor Greeks, but still fracking funny.