*~*~*~*~* Foaly's Carrot *~*~*~*~*
~ Mage Kitty
A/N: Ya know, I don't really have anything to say… Except for, screw the contest thing. Anarchy is sorta like System of a Down. Sorta, not really. I just take their songs and change a few words ^^;;;
Slime frog: I'm doing more soon ^^ I'm doing more now ^^
EvilImp532: Thank you. And I'm updating, obviously ^^
Dragoness Fighter: Thank you, and I'll keep this up ^^ It's fun ^^
Alex472: -_- Great to see that it is becoming ultra amazing for me to update. Sarcasm is fun ^^
Black-knight-1988: Ooo! I feel quite honoured ^^
UberSpiffySheep: Yes, spilling stuff on keyboards tends to lead to you losing your head, doesn't it?
Chibi-Chiri: There was a point to Root playing 52 Pick Up. A very vague and not realized point till I read your review, but none the less, a point. It is to show that Root is an idiot and doesn't know any other card games. Not even Solitaire. Tisk, tisk… How could one not know how to play Solitaire? I can see Foaly playing 52 Pick Up, too! Tee hee hee ^^
Phire Phoenix Chan: Thank you. And the abbrev thing doesn't really matter anymore. I figured it out! Cmdr ^^ I feel soooo very smart ^^ Thanx for the review ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Holly, Julius or Foaly. I sorta own Ash Vein, but his name was mentioned once or twice in the books. At least his surname… Foaly's Carrot is all mine, though why I'd want a broken ship confuses me…
*~*~*~*~* Holly – Entry Two *~*~*~*~*
Taken from Capt. Holly Short's written journal
Somewhere in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean
Inside Foaly's Carrot
Locked self in bathroom
Bloody Root. Bloody 52 Pick Up. Doesn't he know any other card games? Stupid, fat elf. Actually, that isn't quite fair. He has been losing weight. Good old Fairy Exercise Machines. Built perfectly for toning or bulking up, combined with an elf's speed at getting fit (or unfit), a fair with Root's fitness will be all Ash-like in a week. Ash… So very hott Ash… Frond, even thinking about him… No, let's not go there… How am I supposed to live without Ash around to drool over? Ah, yes. My beloved Ash Vein. Sexy, sexy, sexy Ash Vein. Ah, yes, I'm obsessing. Obsessing is so much fun. Mmmm… If only I had a picture of him…
Frond this bathroom is small. I can touch all the sides while standing in the middle with absolutely no effort. No, don't think about that, Holly. Breathe. Write. Ash. Tall. Blue eyed. Small space. Black haired. Walls closing. Pale – AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! OWHDSdOIDSNlsIDOEHLKDLSIDNSGEOD! WALLS! NO! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Root: Holly! What's wrong?
Me: WALLS!
NOOO!
Root: Holly!
Open the door!
Me: NOOO!!! WALLS! CAN'T BREATHE!
Root: HOLLY! *body slams door and the lock breaks*
Me: The walls… no… wa…
Root: *slams open door and scoops me up in his arms* Holly. What's wrong?
Me: The walls. The walls…
Root: Frond Holly. *carries me out of the bathroom and sits on floor, holding me in his arms* What's wrong?
Me: Walls…
Root: Dear Frond. Holly, are you claustrophobic?
Me: yes… Since I was kidnapped.
Root: And you haven't told anyone.
Me: No.
Root: Why not?
Me: It's weak.
Root: Weak? Holly, it's not weak!
Me: Tell that to the Council.
Root: So that's why you won't go in elevators… How can you pilot a ship, then?
Me: As long as I don't think about it, I'm fine. Flying takes all my concentration.
Root: Holly, does anyone else know?
Me: No. Not even Foaly.
Root: How did you keep something like that a secret?
Me: I was doing fine until now.
Root: I'm not going to give you a lecture…
Me: Thanks…
Root: Are you feeling better now.
Me: Kinda.
Root: *tightens his hold on me*
I've rescued my journal type thing from the bathroom. I can't have Root reading this, so I crawled into the bathroom, retrieved my papers and pen and nearly fainted. Damn it, I hate small spaces…
That whole thing with Root was very odd. And I didn't even mind Root holding me like that, much. How very weird. Hmmm… Maybe my claustrophobia is getting to my brain… Stupid Fowl. Everything is always his fault. Kidnapping me and sticking me in a cell, leading to claustrophobia. Damn it, something like that could lead to me losing my job. Oh, Frond! What's going to happen to me now? Root knows, he'll tell his superiors, I'll get reviewed, and the Council will think that it's a great idea for me to get kicked out. Frond, I'm screwed!
Nearly time for lunch. I'll make some for me and Root. Ciao,
~ Holly
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A/N: Once again, another short chapter by your cat loving friend. And it only took me, what, eight days to get this up? Record! Anywhos, I have no idea how a claustrophobic people act, but, hey, these are Fairies, they could act different from us Mud Men… Or women.
~ Mage Kitty =^.^=