Big BrothER
(Shout out to Dranna thanks that title is better, hehe)
(3) What's all the noise?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to the WB, and all those talented writers out there, you know who you are, etc.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
Oh and sorry for stereotyping (well, I'm basically mocking my own people, so don't say I am being biased)
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smug, posh Geordie style accent voiceover Day 1 in the Big Brother House, and tensions are already beginning to show among the 10 housemates incarcerated with no contact with the outside world
08.59 am PATIO DOOR EPISODE smug, posh Geordie style accent voiceover The housemates are still in bed, Luka is the first to get up.
'Ah, what a beautiful morning this is, beautiful, the world out there is so beautiful. If only people could see its true beauty, it would be a much joyous place. Like the joy of a newborn baby, the joy of laughing children in the playground, chasing each other around the vicinity.' Luka babbled as he stared out the window, he continued, 'the silence is embracing, I could stand here for hours listening to the quiet hush of nothing.'
He then tried to open the patio door, which lead into garden. 'Arghh, what is wrong with you?' he asked the door. 'Huh? Why won't you open?' Luka determined at this point not to let the glass side door win, pulled on the handle. 'Arghhh! Damn you!' he yelled. 'Open!' Luka killed the silence he once adored. 'Sweet dammit to hell! Do what I say! Open this instant, or you'll be sorry!' Luka jerked back. The transformation was upon us.
'ARGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRR!!! TEACH YOU NOT TO OPEN!!!' He began beating the door with his fists, then kicking it with his foot. He stopped for a moment, considered the best course of action and slowly paced back. He then charged towards the door, swung round so his shoulder hit hard against the glass. Needless to say, nothing happened.
The girls woke up abruptly with all of the commotion in the living room. 'What the hell's going on out there?' asked Susan sleepily, she could barely get the words out she was so startled, but it didn't make an iota of difference because her voice still was the same monotonous drone.
'Hmm, the beast is out,' replied Abby grumpily. At this point it became evident to the others in the room that Abby was not her best on the mornings, or indeed any other time of the day. 'But I'm sure as hell going to kick its ass back,' she said angrily that someone had woken her up, as she leapt from her bed and swung the bedroom door wide open.
'Ah well,' said Elizabeth unusually chirpy, considering she's usually in deep freeze mode whilst eating a lemon slice dipped in vinegar, 'While I'm awake, I may as well make us all a cup of tea.' She smiled, as she slowly put her feet to the ground and stretched into the kitchen. Kerry was taken aback at Elizabeth's happiness. Never before had she heard her utter one comment that wasn't a whinge or a whine, she began to think that Elizabeth was ill, I mean, usually she would have started yelling at Luka, before scurrying off to sulk somewhere.
Debs broke her thoughts, 'Hey Kerry,' she said. Kerry swung her head in Debs direction, and looked at her vacantly. Debs continued, 'I don't like it here. I wanna go home.' Well typical, just typical, first she wants in then she wants out. Then she'll want in again, before deciding she actually doesn't like it and wants out. But upon being out, she realises that she DOES want to be in, and returns. By this point, with all the comings and goings, she starts to get ignored and pushed into the background, before finally, her wooden personality sinks her to the depths of obscurity. Ah well.
'Luka,' said Abby edgily as she stood with her arms folded beside him and the offending door. He looked at her, 'What? What is it?' he snapped. 'You gotta FLIP the lock,' she said to him angrily, as in one quick motion, the door could be opened. 'Oh. I never new that.' He replied, somewhat embarrassed at the ordeal. He stumbled, 'We don't have these where I'm from.'
Elizabeth was still in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Abby joined her, as Luka retreated into the garden. From the girls' bedroom, Kerry, Debs and Susan also decided since they were already awake, to have some breakfast. The kettle whistled. Then uproar.
'What the hell is going on in here?' Robert yelled as he stumbled out of bed and towards the living room. Robert used that phrase a lot, for him it was like a greeting, like saying hello. He stopped in front of the other and assimilated the stance, you know, the hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, head up, the stance of power. Ahem. Well. 'Well?' he waited. 'Well Robert, we're making tea in the kitchen.' Kerry stated.
Ahh ha. Really? Well. Yes. I know. I can hear that,' Robert stumbled for his words; he feared but hoped that the Luka way of speaking wasn't contagious; he didn't want to say the same thing slightly changing the words round. (I think that's called paraphrasing. . . could be mistaken but I doubt it, hehe) No he was far better than that, and besides, his witty one-liners wouldn't work because they are just that, ONE-liners. Not one line of sense, seven of babble. Or making irreverent comments, what was that all about? Today the sun was out. No, he would have to fight it, if he was to spend 11 weeks with him; he knew that he'd be in for trouble. It had started already. His mind raced at this thought, he became flustered, but managed to compose himself once more.
'What?' Elizabeth snorted. 'The next time you feel that you have to make so much damn noise making tea, make sure that I am not in bed. Do you read me?' he order. 'Oh Robert,' Kerry quashed his order. 'That damn whistle, how the hell are we supposed to sleep with all that racket going on, huh? Typical women, thinks because its HER kitchen, she can do what she likes in it. Well, not when it affects me. OK?'
Debs stared at him in disbelief, Susan quickly cut in. 'Well, Dr. Romano, we weren't making any noise. I mean, come on, you must've heard Luka, right?' 'Hmm. Actually I didn't. You see he has respect for other whilst they are sleeping, something you lot obviously need to learn.' 'Ok that's it,' Debs fumed. 'You lot, as in women? You are just passing the blame on to us because we are women and are seen as the weaker sex. You're just too scared to confront Luka, so you take you argument with us, well. . .' 'Whatever.' Robert said flippantly as he shook his head and headed for the bedroom, he really couldn't be bothered at such an hour to argue so he thought it best not to give a damn 'Ah well,' he thought, 'one down eight to go,' as he counted the number of housemates he had upset already.
'Can you believe that?' Deb continued. 'He just walked away. No one just walks away when I give my speech. No one.' She began to become teary eyed and that infamous lip began to pout. 'Oh man,' Susan said. 'We really gotta avoid situations like this in the future,' she mumbled to Abby. 'Yup, agreed,' she replied, as the two women looked at each other, smiled and ran off into the bedroom to escape Deb's feminist crap again, giggling happily. Wow, Abby, and happy? Woah, I really am shocked now. Whatever happened to 'I'm ugly, I'm an alcoholic, and I can't give up the cigarettes, why won't he notice me?' thing. . .
Robert yelled from inside the bedroom, 'Lizzy, while your there make me some breakfast and bring it in here!' She frowned, not knowing if he was serious or not. Hmmm. 'See that's what I'm talking about. That sort of sexist behaviour will not do,' proceeded Deb, trying to make SOME one listen to the rest of her speech. Elizabeth sighed. She couldn't take anymore of this for much longer, she could feel her temper beginning to break, she pursed her lips, turned away and decided she would make Romano's breakfast after all.
'Yes, Jing Mei,' Kerry humoured her. 'Something must be done about this, we cannot let this sort of behaviour go on.'
'Hey Dr. Weaver?' asked Debs coyly, 'Can we take it to the board?'
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Find out how the others are coping soon. Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback still. In case you hadn't noticed this is very little like BB because I am just typing straight from my head to PC, because its quicker that way. So if something doesn't make any sense you know why, and that is why there is no real story line, just a collection of nonsense. Thanks. x x x
(Shout out to Dranna thanks that title is better, hehe)
(3) What's all the noise?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to the WB, and all those talented writers out there, you know who you are, etc.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
Oh and sorry for stereotyping (well, I'm basically mocking my own people, so don't say I am being biased)
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smug, posh Geordie style accent voiceover Day 1 in the Big Brother House, and tensions are already beginning to show among the 10 housemates incarcerated with no contact with the outside world
08.59 am PATIO DOOR EPISODE smug, posh Geordie style accent voiceover The housemates are still in bed, Luka is the first to get up.
'Ah, what a beautiful morning this is, beautiful, the world out there is so beautiful. If only people could see its true beauty, it would be a much joyous place. Like the joy of a newborn baby, the joy of laughing children in the playground, chasing each other around the vicinity.' Luka babbled as he stared out the window, he continued, 'the silence is embracing, I could stand here for hours listening to the quiet hush of nothing.'
He then tried to open the patio door, which lead into garden. 'Arghh, what is wrong with you?' he asked the door. 'Huh? Why won't you open?' Luka determined at this point not to let the glass side door win, pulled on the handle. 'Arghhh! Damn you!' he yelled. 'Open!' Luka killed the silence he once adored. 'Sweet dammit to hell! Do what I say! Open this instant, or you'll be sorry!' Luka jerked back. The transformation was upon us.
'ARGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRR!!! TEACH YOU NOT TO OPEN!!!' He began beating the door with his fists, then kicking it with his foot. He stopped for a moment, considered the best course of action and slowly paced back. He then charged towards the door, swung round so his shoulder hit hard against the glass. Needless to say, nothing happened.
The girls woke up abruptly with all of the commotion in the living room. 'What the hell's going on out there?' asked Susan sleepily, she could barely get the words out she was so startled, but it didn't make an iota of difference because her voice still was the same monotonous drone.
'Hmm, the beast is out,' replied Abby grumpily. At this point it became evident to the others in the room that Abby was not her best on the mornings, or indeed any other time of the day. 'But I'm sure as hell going to kick its ass back,' she said angrily that someone had woken her up, as she leapt from her bed and swung the bedroom door wide open.
'Ah well,' said Elizabeth unusually chirpy, considering she's usually in deep freeze mode whilst eating a lemon slice dipped in vinegar, 'While I'm awake, I may as well make us all a cup of tea.' She smiled, as she slowly put her feet to the ground and stretched into the kitchen. Kerry was taken aback at Elizabeth's happiness. Never before had she heard her utter one comment that wasn't a whinge or a whine, she began to think that Elizabeth was ill, I mean, usually she would have started yelling at Luka, before scurrying off to sulk somewhere.
Debs broke her thoughts, 'Hey Kerry,' she said. Kerry swung her head in Debs direction, and looked at her vacantly. Debs continued, 'I don't like it here. I wanna go home.' Well typical, just typical, first she wants in then she wants out. Then she'll want in again, before deciding she actually doesn't like it and wants out. But upon being out, she realises that she DOES want to be in, and returns. By this point, with all the comings and goings, she starts to get ignored and pushed into the background, before finally, her wooden personality sinks her to the depths of obscurity. Ah well.
'Luka,' said Abby edgily as she stood with her arms folded beside him and the offending door. He looked at her, 'What? What is it?' he snapped. 'You gotta FLIP the lock,' she said to him angrily, as in one quick motion, the door could be opened. 'Oh. I never new that.' He replied, somewhat embarrassed at the ordeal. He stumbled, 'We don't have these where I'm from.'
Elizabeth was still in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Abby joined her, as Luka retreated into the garden. From the girls' bedroom, Kerry, Debs and Susan also decided since they were already awake, to have some breakfast. The kettle whistled. Then uproar.
'What the hell is going on in here?' Robert yelled as he stumbled out of bed and towards the living room. Robert used that phrase a lot, for him it was like a greeting, like saying hello. He stopped in front of the other and assimilated the stance, you know, the hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, head up, the stance of power. Ahem. Well. 'Well?' he waited. 'Well Robert, we're making tea in the kitchen.' Kerry stated.
Ahh ha. Really? Well. Yes. I know. I can hear that,' Robert stumbled for his words; he feared but hoped that the Luka way of speaking wasn't contagious; he didn't want to say the same thing slightly changing the words round. (I think that's called paraphrasing. . . could be mistaken but I doubt it, hehe) No he was far better than that, and besides, his witty one-liners wouldn't work because they are just that, ONE-liners. Not one line of sense, seven of babble. Or making irreverent comments, what was that all about? Today the sun was out. No, he would have to fight it, if he was to spend 11 weeks with him; he knew that he'd be in for trouble. It had started already. His mind raced at this thought, he became flustered, but managed to compose himself once more.
'What?' Elizabeth snorted. 'The next time you feel that you have to make so much damn noise making tea, make sure that I am not in bed. Do you read me?' he order. 'Oh Robert,' Kerry quashed his order. 'That damn whistle, how the hell are we supposed to sleep with all that racket going on, huh? Typical women, thinks because its HER kitchen, she can do what she likes in it. Well, not when it affects me. OK?'
Debs stared at him in disbelief, Susan quickly cut in. 'Well, Dr. Romano, we weren't making any noise. I mean, come on, you must've heard Luka, right?' 'Hmm. Actually I didn't. You see he has respect for other whilst they are sleeping, something you lot obviously need to learn.' 'Ok that's it,' Debs fumed. 'You lot, as in women? You are just passing the blame on to us because we are women and are seen as the weaker sex. You're just too scared to confront Luka, so you take you argument with us, well. . .' 'Whatever.' Robert said flippantly as he shook his head and headed for the bedroom, he really couldn't be bothered at such an hour to argue so he thought it best not to give a damn 'Ah well,' he thought, 'one down eight to go,' as he counted the number of housemates he had upset already.
'Can you believe that?' Deb continued. 'He just walked away. No one just walks away when I give my speech. No one.' She began to become teary eyed and that infamous lip began to pout. 'Oh man,' Susan said. 'We really gotta avoid situations like this in the future,' she mumbled to Abby. 'Yup, agreed,' she replied, as the two women looked at each other, smiled and ran off into the bedroom to escape Deb's feminist crap again, giggling happily. Wow, Abby, and happy? Woah, I really am shocked now. Whatever happened to 'I'm ugly, I'm an alcoholic, and I can't give up the cigarettes, why won't he notice me?' thing. . .
Robert yelled from inside the bedroom, 'Lizzy, while your there make me some breakfast and bring it in here!' She frowned, not knowing if he was serious or not. Hmmm. 'See that's what I'm talking about. That sort of sexist behaviour will not do,' proceeded Deb, trying to make SOME one listen to the rest of her speech. Elizabeth sighed. She couldn't take anymore of this for much longer, she could feel her temper beginning to break, she pursed her lips, turned away and decided she would make Romano's breakfast after all.
'Yes, Jing Mei,' Kerry humoured her. 'Something must be done about this, we cannot let this sort of behaviour go on.'
'Hey Dr. Weaver?' asked Debs coyly, 'Can we take it to the board?'
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Find out how the others are coping soon. Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback still. In case you hadn't noticed this is very little like BB because I am just typing straight from my head to PC, because its quicker that way. So if something doesn't make any sense you know why, and that is why there is no real story line, just a collection of nonsense. Thanks. x x x