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northwind_gale) wrote2010-05-27 08:33 am
northwind_gale) wrote2010-05-27 08:33 am
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lol reeding and riting meme (whar is mah rithmitic?)
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syntheticpoetic !
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.
Hmm. I pick that one book that I carried with me to my dorm room and is so just sitting right there in my bookbag unlike my other books which are on that musty old shelf thing.
"... 'After dinner, the two young men go into their host's study, and write a letter to the unknown fair one. They compose an ardent epistle, a declaration in fact, and they carry the letter up-stairs themselves, so as to elucidate whatever might appear not perfectly intelligible in the letter.'
'Why are you telling me these horrible stories? Well?'
'They ring. A maid-servant opens the door, they hand her the letter, and assure the maid that they're both so in love that they'll die on the spot at the door. The maid, stupefied, carries in their messages. All at once, a gentleman appears with whiskers like sausages, as red as a lobster, announces that there is no one living in that flat except his wife, and sends them both about their buisness.''"
-Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Part Two, Chapter V.
Gotta love gossip. :B I tag the first five people to respond to this post.
Also!
Stolen fromatorasu !
list of characters is here.
syntheticpoetic ! 1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.
Hmm. I pick that one book that I carried with me to my dorm room and is so just sitting right there in my bookbag unlike my other books which are on that musty old shelf thing.
"... 'After dinner, the two young men go into their host's study, and write a letter to the unknown fair one. They compose an ardent epistle, a declaration in fact, and they carry the letter up-stairs themselves, so as to elucidate whatever might appear not perfectly intelligible in the letter.'
'Why are you telling me these horrible stories? Well?'
'They ring. A maid-servant opens the door, they hand her the letter, and assure the maid that they're both so in love that they'll die on the spot at the door. The maid, stupefied, carries in their messages. All at once, a gentleman appears with whiskers like sausages, as red as a lobster, announces that there is no one living in that flat except his wife, and sends them both about their buisness.''"
-Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Part Two, Chapter V.
Gotta love gossip. :B I tag the first five people to respond to this post.
Also!
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atorasu !Give me two RP characters (one I play, one you play) and I'll write a drabble about them. Keywords/prompts are allowed.
list of characters is here.
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"Piiiichyuuu!"
Great. The thing's reaching his arms out for him again. He wants to be picked up. Every time that happens he has to fight down the urge to just kick or strangle the thing, and the little bundle of squirming Pichyuu (his brother's nickname for the thing) is just picked up, as usual.
Ryuu supposes it's easier for him a little because the thing has his brother's face, but it doesn't help much when the thing acts far, far more annoyingly than his mild-mannered brother ever would. Yuusei wouldn't bounce in his hands or tug at his hair or spray bubbles in his face.
Speaking of bubbles, Pichyuu's blowing more of them right now. Heart-shaped ones. That pop in his face. As always, Ryuu just growls darkly at that. Sometimes that action gets something out of Pichyuu. Usually not, though, and Pichyuu just keeps blowing bubbles in his face.
By the time Yuusei's done cutting up apples for the three (or two, sine Ryuu doesn't eat) to share, Ryuusei is thoroughly soaked, and dripping with water. His hair's all messed up from the bubbles as well. It's not an uncommon sight these days...and Pichyuu is all too delighted to groom the older twin's "fur" once he's full from his tasty apple snack.
Ryuu grumbles as he's forced to keep his head still, lest the little one falls off his head. However, he can't keep himself from growling when Pichyuu hides a piece of apple in his hair, clearly intending to store it for later.
"Hey-!!!" The sudden snarl, like the crack of a whip, startles Pichyuu, and the little one jumps off his head and into Yuusei's arms, tears welling up as he lets out yet another shock to hit Ryuusei with.
"Calm down, niisan," Yuusei says, trying to placate both his angry brother and the now tearful Pichyuu, holding a finger for the little one to play with.
"He put food in my hair, little brother!" His brother was the reasonable sort, wasn't he?
"It's not going to hurt you, brother."
"Still-!"
"And with that cold body of yours, it's as safe as it would be in a fridge."
Okay, he knows his brother is lying (or trying to lie) through his teeth. Or he was making a joke. One of the two. Either way, that show on his brother's part, his brother's willingness to overstep his emotional boundaries is enough to placate Ryuusei for the moment, and he visibly deflates. He's still not quite calm (he never is), but it's a visible improvement. And with Pichyuu calmed, it's a signal for the little rodent-double to jump between them again, latching onto Ryuu's face with a happy cry of "Chyaaaaa~!"
This happened so often between the three of them that it was a normal routine by this point. And Ryuu couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened on this goddamned island that would make him eventually think that taking care of a bubble-spewing, electricity-wielding rodent with his brother's face and babyish nature would be normal.
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