*~*~*~*~* Foaly's Carrot *~*~*~*~*
~ Mage Kitty
A/N: Alive again… Although I was never dead… Yes… And I have an idea! Sorta! It has to do with bands. Anarchy is kinda based on another band that I like. So whoever can guess which one gets… I dunno. I seem to be doing the funny contest thing a lot ^^;;;
Disclaimer: Don't own Holly and Julius.
Slime frog: *smiling lucidly* I got some more stuff up ^^ It took me a little more than a month, though… I'm bad at updates ^^;;;
Phire Phoenix Chan: Thank you ^^ And I'm going to finish this. I like it very much ^^
Chibi-Chiri: The kind of Metal is more Nü Metal than anything. I've always thought that Holly would like Rock and stuff like that, but that's probably because that's what I listen to…
*~*~*~*~* Julius – Entry One *~*~*~*~*
Taken from Cmdr. Julius Root's written journal
Somewhere in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean
Inside Foaly's Carrot
Floor
Damn that centaur. Making the seats too small for me to sit in. I'll wring his neck when I get back to Haven. I'll cut off his hooves, stuff one in his big mouth, one in each ear and the last one up his ass. I'll gouge out his eyeballs and shove one up each nostril. I'll chop off his tail and hang him with it. I'll burn him slowly, painfully. Bloody centaur…
Well, that's better. Holly kicked me off the exercise machine. Now there is nothing else to do.
Hmmm… A deck of cards. 52 pick up.
Holly: ROOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?
Me: Playing 52 pick up, what does it look like?
Holly: Are you trying to get rid of one of the only entertainment items we have?
Me: It's only a deck of cards.
Holly: Only… ONLY A DECK OF CARDS?!? *attempts to attack me*
Me: *pushing on Holly's shoulders* Whoa… Calm down, Captain.
Holly: What. Did. I. Say. About. That. Word??
Me: Not to call you that, Captain.
Holly: *begins pushing me into the wall* Are you trying to make this more difficult than it is?
Me: Me? You're the one yelling!
Holly: So, it's a little roll reversal.
Me: *lets go of shoulders* Holly, calm dow- whoa!
Holly: *knocks me over and lies on top of me* Calm? YOU WANT ME TO BE CALM?!?
Me: That would be a good idea.
Holly: Infuriating, infuriating fairy! AARRRGGGHHH!
Me: *trying to push Holly off of myself* Er, Holly… Can you at least get off of me?
Holly: *blushes* Er, sorry Commander… *pushes herself off of me*
Me: Thank you. *sits up* Now. Are we feeling better.
Holly: *grumbling* All the cards better be there…
Me: *picks up cards, counting as I go along* 50, 51…
Holly: *eyes narrow* Roooot. Where's card number 52?
Me: Maybe I miss counted. *counts again* 50, 51.
Holly: WHERE'S THE OTHER CARD??? OH FROND, WHERE IS IT???
Me: It's got to be around here somewhere… *crawls around on floor*
Holly: *joins me in crawling around on the floor*
A few minutes later
Me and Holly: FOUND IT!
Me: What? *looks up*
Holly: *looks into my eyes*
Me: *stares at Holly, then, after a while, looks at card*
Holly: Er… We found it.
Me: *faintly* Yes. Yes, we did.
That was very unusual. I never realized how pretty Holly's eyes are. Sparkling with good humour and determination. And the way they light up when she laughs. Her lips, so – WAIT A MINUTE! What am I thinking? This is Holly. Captain Holly Short. Frond, she's only 84! But she's turning 85 next month. Ahh! Traitor mind. She's way too young for me. But other than that, she'd be great. AHH!! Stupid voice! Get out of my head! Come on, face it, you fan - SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!
Now Holly's looking at me oddly. No, not Holly again. Umm… What else to write/think about? Anarchy. Great band. Though very ironic that I like it. Considering they are singing about how crap the Council is. Holly likes them - ARRRGGHHH!!! NO!! MIND!!! STOP IT! Bands. Keep thinking about bands… Anarchy songs. Good. Sing in mind…
We fought your wars with all our hearts,
You sent us back in body parts,
You took our wills with the truth you stole,
We offer prayers for you long lost soul.
The remainder is,
An unjustifiable, egotistical, power struggle
At the expense of the Fair Folk's Dream,
Of the Fairy's Dream, of the Fairy's,
Of the Fair Folk.
We don't give a damn about your world,
With all your global profits, and all your jeweled pearls,
We don't give a damn about your world,
Right now, right now.
You bring about the stick,
We bring about the confusion,
Bring about the solution,
Bring about the fusion,
Bring about the collusion,
Bring about revolution,
Bring about revolution,
Bring it about.
No flag large enough,
Shame on a man in cuffs,
You closed your blinds.
And again and again and again... Something like that. That was the song that me and Holly were – AAAHHHH!!! NOT AGAIN! Stupid, stupid mind... Something not about Holly...
AHA! I'm writing this in English! Never found a use for that language before this. Learning two Mud Men languages. Blah. What was wrong with Latin??? Nooo... All us LEP Fairies had to take a course about English. Blah. So boring. So now Holly won't – AAAHHH!!! HOLLY AGAIN!! That's it. I'm stopping writing in this. Period.
~ Commander Julius Root
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A/N: Sorry that the chapter is only a little over a thousand words and has a lot of lyrics... I know it's a lot... I cut down the song some. Also, it gives you an idea about the band. Oh, yes, I don't own the song. 'The band' does. Substitute 'Fairy's' or 'Fair Folk's' to 'American' and you get the lyrics. Whoever can tell me the name of the band, or abbreviation, and the song's name, wins... something... Yes... That is pointless... So is all this... I'm leaving.
~ Mage Kitty =^.^=