Yeah yeah my life is dull... but every once in awhile I overhear something worthwhile.
At the latest Ren Faire:
"Cupid is my cousin!"
~Emma, dressed as a fairy and running around with a bow
"I'm going to go deflower the trees."
~ED , do you really wanna know?
(just teasing she had decorated the trees with flowers earlier in the day.
"HIP, HIP, *snore*"
~The entire ren group after the fair... we gathered at the Tav for wings and D&D... someone forgot the dice >.> (What I really want to know is why does only one person have dice?)
Recently at work:
"Here at nwa we like peanuts."
~Nick (He could have just said nuts, I think we all qualify n.n)
At the grocery store:
me: "I don't need a bag."
Clerk: "Saving the planet! That'a girl!"
And finally... I honestly had a customer who called in and, no lie, her name was Lolita. I tried very hard not to laugh.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Part 2
[Yes this is a rough draft so don't mind the patheticness too much.]
Jayd's father fell to the ground with a soft thud and a quiet groan, anyone who had been near enough would have heard him mutter one final word with his last breath "Run."
Jayd had awoken with that murmured word, and despite her father's last word she did not run, instead she remained as silent as a little girl could and hid beneath her bed. The gypsies went through the house killing everyone they found and taking all of the valuables that they could find.
Jayd watched all from her hiding place, cringing as she watched each of her brothers murdered, but unable to do anything about it. As the murders picked up and fingered the daggers that were over the mantle she bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her heart was racing and her blood hot with anger for revenge. She thought the pounding of the blood in her ears would give her away, but it didn't.
After what seemed like forever the gypsies left, taking the daggers with them. Slowly Jayd crept silently to the window, her black fur helping her to hide in the shadows and her eyes brillant in the moonlight. But her eyes only looked long enough to watch where the murderers were running.
As they traveled down the road to the west, she watched them til they were out of sight. Once gone she pulled up a floor board from in front of the fireplace. It was still there. The sword her father had used years in the past, before her mother had died.
Jayd sighed and fingered the dull steel. It wouldn't do much good the way it was, but it was better then nothing. She got up and set the sword on the table and looked around the room. Everything blurred for a moment as the tears welled up in her eyes.
She wiped her tears away once and went to find a shovel. That night, tears flowing, she buried the last of her family members. She dropped the last stones as headmarkers into place as the first rays of the sun kissed the cold freshly turned earth.
Back at the house she filled a knapsack with food, found a water skin and changed clothes. She wore all black, appropriate for morning. A simple skirt and blouse. She wrapped the sword belt around her waist and secured it. The sword drug a bit on the ground, but she rested her hand on it to lift it slightly. Good enough.
With one last sigh she looked around the house, turned on her bare feet and sweeping up her meager belongings she walked out the door and down the road. A fire burned in her eyes now, a purpose in her step. She would avenge her family's useless death.
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Randomness
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Jayd's father fell to the ground with a soft thud and a quiet groan, anyone who had been near enough would have heard him mutter one final word with his last breath "Run."
Jayd had awoken with that murmured word, and despite her father's last word she did not run, instead she remained as silent as a little girl could and hid beneath her bed. The gypsies went through the house killing everyone they found and taking all of the valuables that they could find.
Jayd watched all from her hiding place, cringing as she watched each of her brothers murdered, but unable to do anything about it. As the murders picked up and fingered the daggers that were over the mantle she bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her heart was racing and her blood hot with anger for revenge. She thought the pounding of the blood in her ears would give her away, but it didn't.
After what seemed like forever the gypsies left, taking the daggers with them. Slowly Jayd crept silently to the window, her black fur helping her to hide in the shadows and her eyes brillant in the moonlight. But her eyes only looked long enough to watch where the murderers were running.
As they traveled down the road to the west, she watched them til they were out of sight. Once gone she pulled up a floor board from in front of the fireplace. It was still there. The sword her father had used years in the past, before her mother had died.
Jayd sighed and fingered the dull steel. It wouldn't do much good the way it was, but it was better then nothing. She got up and set the sword on the table and looked around the room. Everything blurred for a moment as the tears welled up in her eyes.
She wiped her tears away once and went to find a shovel. That night, tears flowing, she buried the last of her family members. She dropped the last stones as headmarkers into place as the first rays of the sun kissed the cold freshly turned earth.
Back at the house she filled a knapsack with food, found a water skin and changed clothes. She wore all black, appropriate for morning. A simple skirt and blouse. She wrapped the sword belt around her waist and secured it. The sword drug a bit on the ground, but she rested her hand on it to lift it slightly. Good enough.
With one last sigh she looked around the house, turned on her bare feet and sweeping up her meager belongings she walked out the door and down the road. A fire burned in her eyes now, a purpose in her step. She would avenge her family's useless death.
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Randomness
none
Saturday, April 11, 2009
In the begining
The story of Lady is long, complicated and hard to keep straight, but in lieu of other addictions (i.e. WOW) I am going to attempt to write it all down!
Jayd Ellisandre Nethlin was born to a normal family in an average rural area. She grew up on a farm with three brothers and one younger sister, as well as her mother and father. Her childhood was carefree and as wonderfull as any childhood could be. At least for a while. Her mother died shortly after the birth of her younger sister, and her sister followed shortly after. Everyone in the family had fallen ill, Jayd included. A nasty disease that cause their skin to break out in blue rashes accompanied by fevers so strong that water sizzled when it touched their skin. It was often called the woading fever, due to the way the rash looked like war paint... or from the similar terror they caused.
Jayd and her family fared better than others, though the still lost their mother and Jayd's sister. The rest of the family struggled to survive, and when healthy the family returned to their livelyhood of farming. They sustained themselves for many years this way, living a full, happy and satisfying life... until one day.
Jayd's family was well known for being hospitable and kind, and many in the area knew that, and some feared for him. One day a band of gypsies came to the house and asked leave to stay in the woods for the evening. Jayd's father, of course, welcomed them. Asking nothing in return he allowed them to camp for the night.
In his kindness he did not ask for anything in return, nor did he fear them. For her father trusted all. That night he finally lost to his kindness.
The dark night shrouded the gypsies as they approached the house, stealthy in their footsteps and silent in their speech. They looked in the windows and circled the house, making sure all inside were asleep. A soft tap on the door and Father rose, blury-eyed and stiff. The door opened before he could reach for the handle and a flash of silver was all the warning he had before the dagger imbedded itself in his chest. He fell to the ground with a soft thud and ....
see you next time
promise me that you haven't forgotten about me....
Jayd Ellisandre Nethlin was born to a normal family in an average rural area. She grew up on a farm with three brothers and one younger sister, as well as her mother and father. Her childhood was carefree and as wonderfull as any childhood could be. At least for a while. Her mother died shortly after the birth of her younger sister, and her sister followed shortly after. Everyone in the family had fallen ill, Jayd included. A nasty disease that cause their skin to break out in blue rashes accompanied by fevers so strong that water sizzled when it touched their skin. It was often called the woading fever, due to the way the rash looked like war paint... or from the similar terror they caused.
Jayd and her family fared better than others, though the still lost their mother and Jayd's sister. The rest of the family struggled to survive, and when healthy the family returned to their livelyhood of farming. They sustained themselves for many years this way, living a full, happy and satisfying life... until one day.
Jayd's family was well known for being hospitable and kind, and many in the area knew that, and some feared for him. One day a band of gypsies came to the house and asked leave to stay in the woods for the evening. Jayd's father, of course, welcomed them. Asking nothing in return he allowed them to camp for the night.
In his kindness he did not ask for anything in return, nor did he fear them. For her father trusted all. That night he finally lost to his kindness.
The dark night shrouded the gypsies as they approached the house, stealthy in their footsteps and silent in their speech. They looked in the windows and circled the house, making sure all inside were asleep. A soft tap on the door and Father rose, blury-eyed and stiff. The door opened before he could reach for the handle and a flash of silver was all the warning he had before the dagger imbedded itself in his chest. He fell to the ground with a soft thud and ....
see you next time
promise me that you haven't forgotten about me....
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