Hair, essays and assassins.
Feb. 23rd, 2006 01:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_keFinished my 1,000 ramblings on John 1. Funny stuff, overall. I've been stumped most of the time, and of course it's due tomorrow (that is, technically, today, but I'm counting tomorrows since the morning). Today I got back at 1, fell asleep at 2 and woke up at 8.
Then I sat down and compiled all of it into a comprehensible whole. I hope, at least. I'll have plenty of time to proofread it tomorrow. There's still the one due Tuesday, but since it can be bullet points and stuff, I'm not worried.
Randomly: my hair has evolved into something which I won't hesitate to call an unmanageable blob. I've taken to using scrunchies again, for no reason other than keeping the back of my head in order. The rest of it is poking my eyeballs. >___<
Am seriously considering a buzz-cut, even though that would mean having to go through the 'unamanageable blob' routine in half a year again. My hair growns fast.
*fingers crossed* Kat promised to ask her husband to lend me Firefly DVDs.
And, a ficlet. I'm finding this universe is fun to play with. It might keep popping up, from time to time. Maybe, one day, it will grow a plot. *grins*
The dark alley was silent. It was a pleasant respite from a couple of moments ago, when the horde of demons, presently deceased, ran around screaming their heads off in a rendition of some sort of primal urge to Hurt Things.
“I see you’re getting along okay.” A voice, sounding like laughter and silver bells, filled the street.
“You again,” the only surviving participant of the melee looked up at a smiling figure of a young man, sitting on top of a lamp post.
“Yup. Me.”
“What are you doing here?” the blue eyes narrowed as their owner took his time to meticulously wipe grime and fluid assortment from his sword.
“Wanted to see how is my pet project doing, of course.”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Have you acquired ten million bucks?”
“No.”
“See previous answer.” Heero snorted. “Hey, where are you staying?” The blue-eyed man blinked.
“Nowhere,” he answered, paying attention to handle of the blade. A person had to be careful with these – blood was never easy to get rid of, once it dried.
“Thought so.” A complicated spin around the lamppost and the slender man landed five meters below on the pavement. “I came here with an offer for you.”
“And that would be?”
“Accommodation. Nice part of town, pleasant apartment, a sun-lit room to store your coffin in, space for skull displays, et cetera. There’s no cleaning lady, so we’d have to share chores. I’m pretty flexible as far as food is concerned – as long as it doesn’t try to run from my plate, I’m game.” Heero blinked in surprise at the very violet pair of eyes boring into his. “I understand that the latter might be a bit of an issue with you, but I’m willing to compromise.”
“Why would I want to live with you?”
“Cause I have an apartment with comfy sleeping space and you nap on concrete?” A growl rose through the vampire’s throat.
“You’ve been following me!”
“Think of it as ‘checking up on’,” the other replied calmly.
“I don’t need a baby sitter.”
“What you need is psychiatric help, but I doubt there’s a person qualified to supply it.”
“You have no right to tell me what to do.”
“I have a right to refuse to assist in suicide. Which, coincidentally, would look like a serious breach of law, on account of being ‘knowingly and wilfully participating in terminating someone’s life’.”
“I didn’t see you reading those demons their rights, if you’re so keen on upholding the law.”
“They’ve had none,” the amber head shook left and right. “By coming onto this plane they accept that, should they lose hold of themselves and go bat-shit crazy, they renounce all rights to exist here. Besides, that was me acting on behalf of the government.”
“I went bat-shit crazy.”
“Even if, you originate from this plane of existence and there is no contract on your head. Sorry Winnetou, that’s slightly out of my jurisdiction.” Heero was silent, staring at the other man. “I know it’s tough. But hey, it’s a jungle out here. Shit happens, people die, other people live. The thing is, it’s not anyone’s place – not yours, not mine – to decide who does.” His soft footsteps echoed through the vampire’s mind as he walked away, despite making little to no sound on the asphalt.
“You don’t believe in the ‘an eye for an eye’ thing, do you,” he said softly, matching the long-haired man’s stride.
“Life is a life. I believe in keeping as much of it around as possible.”
“And that’s why you go round picking strange people off of the street?”
“That’s why I’m an assassin. The invincible Shinigami, Duo Maxwell,” The grin, if possible, got even wider. Light glinted on teeth. Eyes sparkled. Heero snorted.
“You’re weird.”
“You have no idea.”
The voices slowly faded into the night, swallowed by the ageless dark of a modern city.
Then I sat down and compiled all of it into a comprehensible whole. I hope, at least. I'll have plenty of time to proofread it tomorrow. There's still the one due Tuesday, but since it can be bullet points and stuff, I'm not worried.
Randomly: my hair has evolved into something which I won't hesitate to call an unmanageable blob. I've taken to using scrunchies again, for no reason other than keeping the back of my head in order. The rest of it is poking my eyeballs. >___<
Am seriously considering a buzz-cut, even though that would mean having to go through the 'unamanageable blob' routine in half a year again. My hair growns fast.
*fingers crossed* Kat promised to ask her husband to lend me Firefly DVDs.
And, a ficlet. I'm finding this universe is fun to play with. It might keep popping up, from time to time. Maybe, one day, it will grow a plot. *grins*
The dark alley was silent. It was a pleasant respite from a couple of moments ago, when the horde of demons, presently deceased, ran around screaming their heads off in a rendition of some sort of primal urge to Hurt Things.
“I see you’re getting along okay.” A voice, sounding like laughter and silver bells, filled the street.
“You again,” the only surviving participant of the melee looked up at a smiling figure of a young man, sitting on top of a lamp post.
“Yup. Me.”
“What are you doing here?” the blue eyes narrowed as their owner took his time to meticulously wipe grime and fluid assortment from his sword.
“Wanted to see how is my pet project doing, of course.”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Have you acquired ten million bucks?”
“No.”
“See previous answer.” Heero snorted. “Hey, where are you staying?” The blue-eyed man blinked.
“Nowhere,” he answered, paying attention to handle of the blade. A person had to be careful with these – blood was never easy to get rid of, once it dried.
“Thought so.” A complicated spin around the lamppost and the slender man landed five meters below on the pavement. “I came here with an offer for you.”
“And that would be?”
“Accommodation. Nice part of town, pleasant apartment, a sun-lit room to store your coffin in, space for skull displays, et cetera. There’s no cleaning lady, so we’d have to share chores. I’m pretty flexible as far as food is concerned – as long as it doesn’t try to run from my plate, I’m game.” Heero blinked in surprise at the very violet pair of eyes boring into his. “I understand that the latter might be a bit of an issue with you, but I’m willing to compromise.”
“Why would I want to live with you?”
“Cause I have an apartment with comfy sleeping space and you nap on concrete?” A growl rose through the vampire’s throat.
“You’ve been following me!”
“Think of it as ‘checking up on’,” the other replied calmly.
“I don’t need a baby sitter.”
“What you need is psychiatric help, but I doubt there’s a person qualified to supply it.”
“You have no right to tell me what to do.”
“I have a right to refuse to assist in suicide. Which, coincidentally, would look like a serious breach of law, on account of being ‘knowingly and wilfully participating in terminating someone’s life’.”
“I didn’t see you reading those demons their rights, if you’re so keen on upholding the law.”
“They’ve had none,” the amber head shook left and right. “By coming onto this plane they accept that, should they lose hold of themselves and go bat-shit crazy, they renounce all rights to exist here. Besides, that was me acting on behalf of the government.”
“I went bat-shit crazy.”
“Even if, you originate from this plane of existence and there is no contract on your head. Sorry Winnetou, that’s slightly out of my jurisdiction.” Heero was silent, staring at the other man. “I know it’s tough. But hey, it’s a jungle out here. Shit happens, people die, other people live. The thing is, it’s not anyone’s place – not yours, not mine – to decide who does.” His soft footsteps echoed through the vampire’s mind as he walked away, despite making little to no sound on the asphalt.
“You don’t believe in the ‘an eye for an eye’ thing, do you,” he said softly, matching the long-haired man’s stride.
“Life is a life. I believe in keeping as much of it around as possible.”
“And that’s why you go round picking strange people off of the street?”
“That’s why I’m an assassin. The invincible Shinigami, Duo Maxwell,” The grin, if possible, got even wider. Light glinted on teeth. Eyes sparkled. Heero snorted.
“You’re weird.”
“You have no idea.”
The voices slowly faded into the night, swallowed by the ageless dark of a modern city.
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:30 am (UTC)“You have no idea.”
*snort* I nearly died of laughter there. When I was a little girl, it got so that people would say, "You're weird." and I'd reply, "Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment!" Because to some people, it is.
I like this story a lot. ^_^
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 12:25 pm (UTC)::falls off chair laughing hysterically::
Indeed.
*snerk*
Another wonderful snippet. I *so* love this. ^^ They're both basically off their rocker, but that's why they complement each other so well.
Hope we get more of this soon...
::chases plot bunnies in Keiran's direction::
P.S.: I didn't know anyone still read the Karl May books these days...
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:32 pm (UTC)I didn't know anyone still read the Karl May books these days...
*looks guilty* Um. I haven't, not really. x__X I tried, once, but didn't get through. I know them through another set of books for teenagers.