Attention people!
Okay, I'm being a real bitch doing what I'm about to do but ti's for my sanity. I think. I'm cutting out half of the third chapter for rewrite. I think it's crappy and not really what I was expected for a chapter. The whole dim lit private room was warped so I'm gonna do something about it so get the story back on track. My sources of inspiration are screwing up my plot so I'm trying to get things straightened out. Sorry, sorry, sorry for the inconveniences. I'll put up a hockey scene again for all those fans out there and few things pointed out by Alexiel have been fixed. I just can't seem to be able to write anymore. Luckily, exams are over and I work on this about every night I can. So it'll be up soon. I gotta go check on my inspiration. I can feel the hatred out there. Please don't yell at me. I'll get it up tomorrow probably.
11.11.2002
Adonis Is A Jerk
written by Hopeless Cherub
10.27.02 Revised 11.08.02 Suspended 11.11.02
Adonis III
My heart skipped a beat at the voice that penetrated the silence. HE could do this sort of thing to me. HE, who I had sworn to hate with every molecule of my body. Adonis a.k.a. Darien De Lucca a.k.a. JERK. Just my freaking luck!
Ami stifled a giggle and coughed. Lita remained impassive. Mina . . . well let's just say that you could see a bubble over her head with an escape route forming.
"Hmm?" This guy irked me to no extent. "And nice too, huh? Great use of adjectives. Did they come from a Mensa guidebook or did you think them up all on your own?" He WAS doing this on purpose.
I stood up at that and swiveled around on my heels and face the booth behind me. There he was, staring at me from the other side of the table.
"God damnit! What makes you think I'm profoundly stupid?!? Did I ever say two plus two makes five? Or that the sun revolves around the earth?"
"You just did." It wasn't much on his part but it got me piqued.
"It was an example you narcissistic ogre! And stop attacking me like that!" I was whining again. And then I realized he was going to mock me for the use of a twelve-lettered word in my sentence.
"I'm impressed. Narcissistic." He seemed to have acquired a newfound appreciation for me. I didn't need his appreciation.
"So I'm smart all of a sudden, huh?" I was stubborn and promised myself to always contradict him. I would be the one to irk him . . . Eventually.
"I guess so, Meatball Head. I must say that you amaze me every time we meet." He started counting off his fingers. "First, you show me that you can change from different to indifferent in a second flat. Then you show me that profanities are a girl's best defense mechanism. And now . . . fourteen-lettered words come out in the blink of an eye. What next, I wonder?" [AN: I don't really get what I just wrote but just say you understand for me.]
Before I could say another word, Andrew cut in. He had been staring at us from the counter, as had the rest of the arcade customers. God, I was embarrassed!
"Sere! Not another word from you. And Darien, leave the poor girl alone. She's not stupid, ok? My customers aren't moving and that's not good business. Take it outside if you're gonna continue!"
"I'd rather be in a pile of dung than alone with you!" I shot at Darien.
"I can arrange that, Meatball Head."
"DID YOU TWO HEAR WHAT I SAID?"
Andrew stormed over to us and pushed us toward the entrance. Lita had gotten up and joined him, hauling me to the gates of freedom and hell, all at the same time.
I dug my heels into the tiles, but to no prevail. Lita was way too strong for me.
Just before she shoved me out, I hissed at her, "Lita, You're gonna pay."
"Oh, that's fine with me." And with that, the sliding doors closed behind me.
So that's where I'm cutting it. The rest needs to be rethought. It plagues my freaking mind. Godd damnit. Sorry again.
Okay, I'm being a real bitch doing what I'm about to do but ti's for my sanity. I think. I'm cutting out half of the third chapter for rewrite. I think it's crappy and not really what I was expected for a chapter. The whole dim lit private room was warped so I'm gonna do something about it so get the story back on track. My sources of inspiration are screwing up my plot so I'm trying to get things straightened out. Sorry, sorry, sorry for the inconveniences. I'll put up a hockey scene again for all those fans out there and few things pointed out by Alexiel have been fixed. I just can't seem to be able to write anymore. Luckily, exams are over and I work on this about every night I can. So it'll be up soon. I gotta go check on my inspiration. I can feel the hatred out there. Please don't yell at me. I'll get it up tomorrow probably.
11.11.2002
Adonis Is A Jerk
written by Hopeless Cherub
10.27.02 Revised 11.08.02 Suspended 11.11.02
Adonis III
My heart skipped a beat at the voice that penetrated the silence. HE could do this sort of thing to me. HE, who I had sworn to hate with every molecule of my body. Adonis a.k.a. Darien De Lucca a.k.a. JERK. Just my freaking luck!
Ami stifled a giggle and coughed. Lita remained impassive. Mina . . . well let's just say that you could see a bubble over her head with an escape route forming.
"Hmm?" This guy irked me to no extent. "And nice too, huh? Great use of adjectives. Did they come from a Mensa guidebook or did you think them up all on your own?" He WAS doing this on purpose.
I stood up at that and swiveled around on my heels and face the booth behind me. There he was, staring at me from the other side of the table.
"God damnit! What makes you think I'm profoundly stupid?!? Did I ever say two plus two makes five? Or that the sun revolves around the earth?"
"You just did." It wasn't much on his part but it got me piqued.
"It was an example you narcissistic ogre! And stop attacking me like that!" I was whining again. And then I realized he was going to mock me for the use of a twelve-lettered word in my sentence.
"I'm impressed. Narcissistic." He seemed to have acquired a newfound appreciation for me. I didn't need his appreciation.
"So I'm smart all of a sudden, huh?" I was stubborn and promised myself to always contradict him. I would be the one to irk him . . . Eventually.
"I guess so, Meatball Head. I must say that you amaze me every time we meet." He started counting off his fingers. "First, you show me that you can change from different to indifferent in a second flat. Then you show me that profanities are a girl's best defense mechanism. And now . . . fourteen-lettered words come out in the blink of an eye. What next, I wonder?" [AN: I don't really get what I just wrote but just say you understand for me.]
Before I could say another word, Andrew cut in. He had been staring at us from the counter, as had the rest of the arcade customers. God, I was embarrassed!
"Sere! Not another word from you. And Darien, leave the poor girl alone. She's not stupid, ok? My customers aren't moving and that's not good business. Take it outside if you're gonna continue!"
"I'd rather be in a pile of dung than alone with you!" I shot at Darien.
"I can arrange that, Meatball Head."
"DID YOU TWO HEAR WHAT I SAID?"
Andrew stormed over to us and pushed us toward the entrance. Lita had gotten up and joined him, hauling me to the gates of freedom and hell, all at the same time.
I dug my heels into the tiles, but to no prevail. Lita was way too strong for me.
Just before she shoved me out, I hissed at her, "Lita, You're gonna pay."
"Oh, that's fine with me." And with that, the sliding doors closed behind me.
So that's where I'm cutting it. The rest needs to be rethought. It plagues my freaking mind. Godd damnit. Sorry again.