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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:46 pm
Lucas spent a vast majority of his time writing, but the idea of writing something that was intended to be read by another was a difficult concept for him to grasp. Nonetheless, he had tried. There was someone he wanted to read those words, despite his lack of confidence in their quality.
It had taken a bit of looking to find Lennyka's quarters, but he had managed and now stood in front of the door to her room, the first several chapters of the story that had become an awkward mix of autobiography and fiction tucked under his arm. He rubbed at his neck quietly. What if she wasn't in? What if it was only a roommate, or if she was busy, or if she didn't care anymore?
No telling if you never try.
He reached out a hand and knocked on the door.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:07 pm
The knock rung out like a tedious gong amongst the dankness of the female's grunt quarters. It was quite hard to determine if there was really someone within the room or not, silence stood still with the time until the light shuffling of thrown back covers alerted whoever was there. A groan, the toppling of books and the clanging of something metallic were heard next.
"Had Claire returned?" Lennyka muttered aloud to no one in particular. "No, no, she'd probably just open the door if it were her. Ugh, I hope it isn't her . . . her and that Pidgeot of hers . . . ! Oh gosh, please don't tell me that is her . . . Damn it, where are my hair ties . . . !"
The door was violently hauled open by the pale force on the other end. "I'm sorry, Clai- . . . !" A woman with bedraggled teal hair thrown askew, glasses to a teetered quirk and still wearing her nightgown was probably the view Lucas saw when Lennyka opened the door.
"Oh, hello Mister Bristow." she said in a tiny voice. "What are you doing here? I was sleeping, you see . . . can I help you?"
"Vaaaay." was yawned within the cloudy darkness, though the voice did not show itself. Not yet, at least.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 4:47 pm
He heard the din and the muttering voice, though he couldn't quite understand the words. Vaguely Lucas became aware of the fact that he had forgotten to check the time before coming to visit. He glanced at his wrist. No watch. But it couldn't have been that late, right? Or maybe it was early... Lucas's thoughts were interrupted by the suddenly open door and the woman standing on the other side. She was... definitely Lennyka, but disheveled, and in a nightgown. His first and strongest instinct was to avert his gaze.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." He moved to run a hand through his hair but found that hand full of papers. "I, uh... I had written some stuff... I thought I'd ask if it was any good, but I mean, I can come back later if..." His thoughts were completely derailed by the phantom yawn, and he shook his head slightly when he realized he had stopped halfway through his sentence. He really needed to do something about his ability to focus.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:00 pm
"Oh? Oh! You did, did you?" Elation thickly filled the chirp of her language. "Give me a moment, give me a moment."
She quickly shut the door, cursed when she stubbed her toe on that leaden item (whatever the hell it was, it was quite too black to decipher that item in the darkness) and heaved the door open once again sporting more suitable clothes of a nappy looking sweater over the nightgown and baggy pants beneath it.
"Come in, come in." she mustered in a hospitable voice while flicking the toggle for light on. Dimly, the room brightened to a complete jungle of books upon books, books under books, books shoved onto shelves made of books and a cityscape of book sky scrapers. It was no wonder Claire complained!
"Take a seat over there on that bed, my roommate is out, I guess." she said and sighed, looping her hair into presentable braid tails as she sat pretzel style on her own. "So how much have you written? Hmm?"
A Vaporeon widened her eyes at the approaching figure. She seemed upset, dearly upset, for having her sleep disturbed by this new presence. She remained quiet however, not really caring for him if he had something to do with her owner.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:23 pm
Lucas let out a low whistle when the lights were switched on. "You do a bit of reading, huh?" he said with a laugh as he obliged her offer and seated himself on the unused bed. He noticed the Vaporeon as it regarded him but failed to acknowledge the displeased look on its face, instead returning the gaze with a friendly smile. He fiddled with the papers in his hands when the conversation was brought around to his writing.
"Not a whole lot," he said. "Around five chapters or so. I thought I should see if it's any good before I go writing the whole thing." He scratched at his chin absently, taking in the environment out of the corners of his eyes. She had really accumulated a miniature library, hadn't she...?
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:30 pm
"Reading's my life." Lennyka replied back with a lively chortle. "I'm not a good writer, not at all. I do like to read other people's creativity on paper though. I think that is extremely genuine."
"Vay." Nunnally hissed at the man, thus earning a good tap on the head from Len.
"Behave." she muttered and the Vaporeon retreated to the confines of what appeared to be a miniature book fort.
"Ah, something is better than nothing!" she laughed and extended an arm to obtain it. "I'd love to read what you have anyway, Mister Bristow. Considering you're an author, it must be good already!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:58 pm
"That's pretty admirable in itself," he replied with a nod. "I bet you know all kinds of stuff about all kinds of stuff." It also meant she never had to bored, and that alone was enviable.
Lucas was taken aback by the Vaporeon's less than friendly response and frowned slightly as it disappeared into its hovel. His attention was refocused when Lennyka addressed him once more, and he hesitantly extended the papers to her. "Well, I mean, no one's ever read anything I've written, so I'm not sure..." He laughed at his own apprehension. "Anyway, I'd appreciate your honest opinion..." The writing itself was largely unedited; Lucas had focused more on action and emotion than on grammar and style. Knowing this, he had prepared himself for the harshest criticism.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:14 pm
"Alright, I-I'll try my best. It's going to be hard though! I don't like to be mean to authors. You have strength to actually write a book, something I will never have enough courage for. S-So, I apologize if anything I say sounds a little nice . . . !"
Len cradled the stack of papers to her bosom like it were sheets of finely pressed gold leaf. Gingerly peeling away the cover, Len's eyes arched down as she entered into a concentrated mode. The silence nestled between Miss Dinkley and Mister Bristow turned incredibly saturnine, it growing heavily on Lennyka's end as she flipped from page to page.
"So far, it's going alright." she commented, hoping to give the author a small boost in case he were worried. "I do like your choice of sentence structure, it's wonderful. At some parts . . . it seems a little stiff but that seems to lend to the climax." She returned to a torpid silence once again as she concentrated, flipping another page as she went along.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:45 pm
Lucas chuckled, "I'm sure I can find it in myself to forgive you if you happen to be nice." He rotated his thumbs around each other as she began to read and fell into silence. It was a bit stifling, watching a person read. He couldn't help but feel like he should be looking over her should and pointing out details for further explanation.
He started slightly when Lennyka spoke and nodded at her criticism. "Ahh, I thought as much..." It was difficult to write about made-up events fluidly, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he mentally went over what he had written. Silence fell once more, and he returned his thumbs to their waiting position, glancing absently at the book fort into which the Vaporeon had retreated.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:06 pm
"Done!" she chirped like a newborn Pidgey. She rested the pages upon her lap and cricked her head to the side. How should she explain how she truly felt about his piece of work?
"By Arceus, it is great!" she bounced to her feet than. Quite the enthusiastic little one, wasn't she? "Sure, it tends to drag at times, bit dull, and would probably make a mediocre movie . . . well, it depends on who you get to make a film . . . it better be a good director, I won't have it coming out like crap! But it might make a good film, yep! Oh, Mister Bristow, please let me have the first copy when it is published? Yes, yes? Hand singed by you, in red marker? It has to be red marker, got to be, so when I put it right here . . . "
She rushed to a rather small stack of books that seemed to remain untouched and unopened. Peculiar of all, they were all rolled in plastic wrap and stuffed into sandwich bags.
" . . . I'll know it is definitely a keeper! These are all first edition books hand signed by authors and only opened once, by the author themselves to sign! They are worth a lot, might become priceless . . . so I want to be proud and say I own a book hand signed and untouched by any other hands other than Mister Bristow! Plus, I will be the one to own the first copy! Oh! It makes me thrilled!"
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