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maderrSo 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."
