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Post by goblingirl on Nov 29, 2005 15:37:49 GMT -5
Both. And disdainful.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 30, 2005 14:36:37 GMT -5
Ahhhh. Sooo, an anti-hero?
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 30, 2005 17:45:39 GMT -5
No, she'd definatly a heroine. But a complicated one.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 7:22:44 GMT -5
Ooooh, goodie. Those are the best kinds.
I've rewritten tiny bits of the stuff I've already posted.... shall I go back and modify the entries?
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 2, 2005 11:43:41 GMT -5
YES!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 12:27:39 GMT -5
*alarmed* Er, OK.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 2, 2005 12:28:09 GMT -5
Sorry.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 12:54:00 GMT -5
That's OK...
It's not necessary to go back and re-read it now, they're just minor alterations. But if you ever want to read it all the way through, it should be better.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 2, 2005 15:36:38 GMT -5
Hmm..I'll probably copy/paste them all onto a Word Doc to make it easier.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 15:40:45 GMT -5
That's probably a good idea.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 15:41:56 GMT -5
Oh... and here's another bit.
David lay on the bed, frowning up at the ceiling as if it had been the one to threaten his village and hold him hostage to ensure its co-operation instead of the rebels. He’d tried frowning at the rebels, but he could only safely do that when their backs were turned, which wasn’t often.
How could this have happened? The fighting was supposed to be miles away – away in the heavily populated areas. It must be getting big to have reached the mountains. What could the rebels have been fleeing from to have come all the way out here? And why did the army pursue them so far? He’d tried talking to one of the rebels on the way here, but all he’d told him was that they’d been involved in some sort of trouble not too far off before the others told him to keep quiet. He hadn’t been able to get another word out of them, and now he was locked in this small room at the tavern, listening to some sort of party going on downstairs.
There was a knock at the door. Slightly surprised that the rebel guard outside was letting someone past, he raised his head as it opened, allowing the shouts and easy chatter from the floor below drift into the small room.
Anna stuck her head around the door. “Hi,” she said, “I brought you a drink and a sandwich, if you want one.”
“Thanks,” said David, sitting up and taking it from her. He moved his legs so she had room to sit on the bed, which she did. She looked slightly awkward, as though she didn’t know what to say.
“How are you doing?” she asked anxiously.
David shrugged.
“At least they haven’t locked the door,” said Anna lightly, “Sort of lessens the ‘prisoner’ atmosphere of the room.”
“What’s happening?” asked David, unable to stop himself.
Anna shrugged. “Not much, now. The rebels aren’t making any trouble. Half are staying here, other half at the Guildhall for treatment. But they took Carys, too.”
“Carys?” said David in alarm.
“Yes. She volunteered. They needed someone else… and her parents would be over there treating people,” said Anna in a reluctant voice.
David leant back against the wall behind the bed. “Trust her… if there’s any trouble, she has to go and land herself in the middle of it.”
“Sometimes I think she’s doing it deliberately,” said Anna with a hint of a grin.
“Anything else?”
“Jack’s gone to meet the King’s soldiers… maybe persuade them to, you know, go easy.”
“Thomas’s idea?”
Anna nodded. “Yes.”
“Thought so.” The knot of tension in his stomach twisted a little tighter, and suddenly his sandwich became difficult to swallow.
Anna looked at his face. “They might listen. This isn’t our fault, they shouldn’t take it out on us.”
“Shouldn’t. Where’s Alex?”
“No idea… I didn’t see him at the square. I think Sean’s looking for him.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Below, some men started singing, and by the sounds of it the entire room joined in.
“At least they’re having fun,” said Anna.
“Do you think they’re right?” said David suddenly, “You know, trying to fight the government?”
Anna shrugged slightly uneasily. “I don’t know. The government never struck me as anything bad, to be honest. But I guess things could be worse in the cities, with the poverty and everything…”
“I guess,” said David, “But this whole taking-villages-hostage thing – doesn’t strike me as helping the people much, does it?”
“I don’t know,” said Anna, “I think they mean well, but…”
Suddenly the door opened again. David and Carys looked round.
“Alex!” said David in surprise.
“Hey,” said Alex.
“How – you - they let you in?” said Anna in astonishment, “I had enough trouble persuading them to let me through, and I live here!”
Alex shrugged with a slight smile. “You know me, David – isn’t a locked door in the Islands that can keep me out.”
“How’re Mum and Dad?” asked David, “Are they OK?”
“They’re worrying, of course,” said Alex, leaning against the wall and sliding down it till he was sitting, “Fretting about you. As always.”
David rolled his eyes. “As always. Can you tell them I’m fine?”
“If I see them.” Alex looked out of the window at the sky.
“Did Sean find you?” asked Anna.
Alex frowned slightly. “No, I haven’t seen him. Was he looking?”
“Yes, we were worried you might not know what had happened. Wonder where he’s got to?”
“If I know him,” said David, “into some sort of trouble.”
Anna grinned. “So,” said Alex, “What’s the plan?”
“Erm,” said David, “Jack’s trying to persuade the king’s army to, you know, not massacre everyone… Carys and I are giving the rebels a sense of security… Sean is probably out to distract them challenging them to a fistfight or something… but all we can do is wait.”
“Jack won’t be able to persuade them,” said Alex, “They’ll destroy the village to get to the rebels. We ought to get everyone out.”
Anna glanced at David, looking disturbed. “We don’t know that,” said David uncertainly, “I mean, it’s not our fault. They shouldn’t take it out on us.”
“They’ve pursued them this far,” said Alex, “They’re pursuing them for a reason. Even if they don’t attack, they’ll besiege us, and there will eventually be a battle. There’s no reason for us to stay and get caught in the middle.”
“I don’t know if people would leave.”
“We should make them. It’s for their own good.”
“We can’t just make them!”
“The rebels probably wouldn’t like it either,” said Anna before Alex could reply, “They’ve already taken two hostages… if we do end up being besieged, then they’ve got a whole village full.”
“All the more reason to make people leave now,” said Alex firmly, “before the rebels notice anything.”
“We shouldn’t do anything till we know what’s going to happen,” said David, “We can at least wait till Jack gets back.”
Alex smiled suddenly. “You think he’s coming back?”
“Well – yes,” said David, taken aback.
“Ah.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” demanded Anna.
“Nothing,” smiled Alex, looking down at his hands.
Anna stared at him, and without a word got to her feet and strode out of the room. David sighed.
“Alex – I’m used to the whole morbid creepy thing, but other people find it a bit unsettling.”
“I’m not being morbid,” said Alex, smile fading, “I’m being realistic.”
“Morbidly realistic.”
“Same thing.” He looked at David’s face. “Don’t worry, I’m going.” He got to his feet and headed for the door. Just as he reached it, he turned back and said, “Seriously. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine somehow.”
David stared. “Was that optimism?”
“No,” said Alex, shrugging, “A lie to make you feel better. We’re all doomed. See you later.”
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 2, 2005 15:53:09 GMT -5
Seth is FAR too pessimistic. And too likeable. *glares at Seth*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 15:54:48 GMT -5
He has an odd morbidly creepifying charm, doesn't he?
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 2, 2005 15:57:19 GMT -5
..Yes. He reminds me a little of Neraida when she's in that kind of mood.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 2, 2005 16:09:41 GMT -5
Seth doesn't have Neraida's obsession with family. Seth feels extremely seperate from his family. Which is why I'm so looking forward to writing a later bit...
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