Some more writings

[girlnamedxena]

But this time it's original. Here's a snippet from my yet untitled story which is slowly consuming my soul. Also not that this is not the beginning, it's actually around page tenish. But I think it makes sense anyway. Or as much sense as it's going to. Yay! I get to play with slang and pop culture in this story, which is a first for me. Anyway, without further ado:

"Oh! Fieliki! Guess what!"

"Lucien said he’d call you." Fieliki said in an offhanded way.

Adara stared at her. "Uh, yeah, actually, he did. How did you know?"

"I was lurking." She shrugged.

"You mean eavesdropping?"

"Same, difference. So what did you two talk about?"

"You were lurking. You should know."

"Fine then." Fieliki said grumpily.

"Fine."

Silence.

"So, anything new and exciting happen?" Adara asked after a moment, bored with sulking.

"No."

"Oh."

"I started reading Paradise Lost again because somebody keeps forgetting to lend me Plato’s Symposium." Fieliki said pointedly.

"I thought you said Paradise Lost was the most boring book ever and every time you read it you want to dig your brain out with a spoon."

"No, that’s what you said when you read it."

"Are you sure?" Adara scrunched up her nose. "I don’t think I’ve even read that book, let alone complained about it. Anyway, what do you want my copy of Symposium for. It’s in English."

"Because if I borrow it from you I won’t have to buy it. And it’s faster to read stuff in English than in Latin."

"Well, remind me next time you come over and I’ll try to remember to give it to you." Adara said, then yawned. "Hmm. I’m tired."

"It’s only quarter to ten."

"I know, but I have to be up at seven tomorrow. Why couldn’t I have philosophy first? I could so sleep through that. But nooooo."

"I thought you knitted during philosophy."

"I did, but then I finished my scarf. Didn’t I show it to you? I’m pretty sure I scanned it and suck a picture on my blog, too, although it was pretty bad quality. Apparently stuff that’s knitted doesn’t scan very well."

"Most things that aren’t flat don’t scan very well." Fieliki said sagely.

"What did you scan?" Bastian had come back and stood just behind Adara, casually holding a tankard in one hand.

"What’s that? Can I have a sip?" Adara asked, ignoring Bastian’s question.

"Coke, and no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Fine." Adara muttered. "How about now?"

"No."

"Hey, look! That person’s er... naked!"

"No they’re not." Bastian said.

"You are the biggest hog ever."

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"We should probably be going soon anyway. And don’t forget we have to drive Fieliki home."

"Sure." Bastian downed the rest of his pop and clipped the tankard back onto his belt.

"You know," Fieliki said conversationally. "I don’t think they had those clippy things in the middle ages."

"Carabineers." Adara corrected. "And they didn’t. They didn’t have studded belts, either."

Bastian shrugged again. "You think I care?"

"No," Adara said. "But in the interests of... er... integrity of the... group, thing, I thought you should know."

"No one cares about my belt. I’m not even dressed medievally anyway."

"Yeah, last time I checked they didn’t have Jedi in the middle ages either." Fieliki said.

"But Jedi dress kind of... what am I talking about? They don’t look anything like medieval people, except maybe to someone who doesn’t know anything about history."

"Hey! I know stuff about history. Just not that stuff." Fieliki argued. "Besides, they didn’t have sewing machines. I don’t see you sewing your costume by hand."

"No, but I did dye my overskirt myself. So there."

"Your dedication is touching, Adara." Fieliki said sarcastically. "Quit complaining about people’s costumes."

"Did I mention they didn’t use copper for chain mail?" Adara said, albeit quietly. The man in the offending armour didn’t hear her.

"Ok, that’s it. We’re going." Bastian siezed Adara’s arm and dragged her out of her chair and towards the door, a mildly amused Fieliki trailing behind.

"Wait!" Adara flailed. "I haven’t said bye to Janika yet! Where did she go, anyway?"

"She’ll be fine. You can talk to her tomorrow." Bastian grabbed his cloak, along with Adara’s and continued outside.

"But I should tell her- oh." Adara stopped struggling for a moment. "Looks like she tracked down Dominic after all." Adara catcalled at Janika and Dominic before Fieliki grabbed Adara’s other arm and both she and Bastian dragged her to the jeep, aptly named Murphy II by Bastian and Adara’s mother after long arguments over what to name the vehicle.

Suggestions for a title and general feed back are welcome and hugged.

ETA: hehe. I just realized that the whole cell phone thing wasn't mentioned in this bit. oh well. If you want to find out what it's about comment and maybe I'll post some more.

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[happynotafish.livejournal.com]

Did you tell me what you were going to name me? Because, I swear, that looks like the stupidest name ever in print.
Wow, that wasn't offensive. >.< Sorry. ;_;
It's, like, more Mary-sue-ish than yours, and you're supposed to be the big Mary-sue.
...other than that, I'm pretty sure Paradise Lost isn't in Latin, but you probably know that already and I'm just reading it wrong. XD It was funny. I snickered through the whole thing.
Maybe my being upset with the name thing is just because the only nickname I can think for Fieliki is 'Licky.' >.< And now I can't read the name without thinking about licking. Ow, my brain.

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[girlnamedxena.livejournal.com]

I hadn't even thought of nick names! you dirty girl ;P and Paradise Lost isn't in Latin. Plato's Symposium is, though, and that's what we Adara and Fieliki were talking about when Latin was mentioned.
And I'll look into finding a more bookish name. I thought it was cute, but I can't have you hurting your brain every time you see it. Finally, and 'Ow, my brain' which wasn't completely my doing. Well, I guess it was, but it wasn't intentional.