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Jun 20, 2005 7:35:36 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jun 20, 2005 7:35:36 GMT -5
Cool. I only wonder why I was in Cambridge, not Oxford! It is the only place where they have an Anglo-Saxon, Norse, and Celtic course, I suppose, so I could wend my way there as a post-grad... Two reasons: 1. It's where my grandfather went and I want to go. 2. It's where a certain Mr. Cjelli whom I admire greatly studied for a time.
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Jun 29, 2005 12:31:59 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jun 29, 2005 12:31:59 GMT -5
New chapter which I wrote while I didn't have internet access. For those who don't know, becuase of some phoneline crisis , Pakistan will be effectively cut off periodically from the outside world. Ho-hum.
A door creaked open in a fancy Geneva airport hotel.
A window closed with a bang in a huge Tehran mansion.
A sudden gust of wind hit Park Lane in London, blowing a piece of scrap paper along the famous path.
A sidelight fell off an ancient Ford, colliding with a squirrels skull.
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And in Washington D. C , a phone rang in a senator’s office.
“Hullo, Senator Kemp’s office.” Chirped an overweight lady in a suit, answering the phone. “Senator, dearie, there’s a phone call for you. A Mr. Dayntay.” Said the woman again, revealing a strong Midwestern accent.
An oak door opened and closed, admitting a dark-haired and bespectacled young lady in. Her rather mysterious-looking had a troubled expression on it.
“I wish you’d stop calling me dearie, Ms. Pummel. “ she grumbled. “Sorry, dearie. Oops.” Replied Ms. Pummel.
Grabbing the phone in a graceful but irritated way, the Senator hello-d the phone receiver.
“I-is that really you?” asked a wispy voice. “Umm…yes, I suppose it is.” Replied the puzzled lady. “Antenora?” “Who is that?” “Dante.” Replied the voice, losing all its wispiness.
Senator Emily Kemp swooned, for the first time in 10 years.
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Antenora
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Jun 29, 2005 12:45:19 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jun 29, 2005 12:45:19 GMT -5
I liked the squirrel bit.
Also, I've often thought that I would most likely faint under those circumstances. Good, and accurate.
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Jun 29, 2005 15:26:22 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jun 29, 2005 15:26:22 GMT -5
I'm bad at commenting at the moment, but this is good and stuff and I look forward to the completed story.
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Jun 29, 2005 17:57:39 GMT -5
Post by PJ on Jun 29, 2005 17:57:39 GMT -5
Hehe. Good 'ol Senator Antenora. Will she use her mystical political powers to save 667? Who knows. Write more.
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Jun 30, 2005 14:26:38 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jun 30, 2005 14:26:38 GMT -5
Akbar lay in bed, content with the world.
“Your green tea, sir.” Came a deep, English voice.
He woke up and lazily said:
“Thank you, Elderberry.”
A cup’s worth of coffee cascaded down onto him, leaving him drenched and not certain whether to feel cold or boiling hot.
“Wake up! It’s 12! I’ve been on the computer for about 3 hours waiting for you.” Yelled his friend, Derik.
“Ouch. Where am I? What am I? What are we? Why are we?” asked the sleep stricken , coffee-drenched Akbar.
“Go get changed while I go back to my room and computer.” Came the command.
Soon Akbar heard the sound of a door closing and wearily sat up. He started to notice that his pajamas were full of coffee and leaned across to the wardrobe. A bundle of clothes fell out and hit him in the face.
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He emerged from his room half an hour later dressed in a rather deformed looking sweater which would make Ralph Lauren weep, and jeans. He smelt foul. In fact, he smelt like the result of mixing together four types of colognes at 2 am. The cleaning lady later remarked that his room smelt like four different men had come in, put on another cologne, and left. He’d labeled the foul bottle ‘ Burberry Weekbrit Lempicka-end’. After he’d been to see Derik, this had been pointed out to him and he took another half an hour to have another shower.
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“Well, I guess we can stay here for a couple of days.” Remarked Akbar amiably.
“But isn’t there some place we urgently need to be at?” questioned Derik.
“Umm… no, for certain, er, reasons, it’s been delayed. So we can have a sort of rest.” Replied Akbar.
“Okay. Did you read the news today? Apparently some guy broke his glass roof in some New York skyscraper. He has to be in hospital for a day because of all the cuts. His name was Tragedy something or other. Odd, it sounds a bit, familiar.” Said Derik.
“Really? How awful.” Replied his companion. “His name was Tragedy something or other. Odd, it sounds a bit familiar.” Commented Derik thoughtfully.
They trudged on.
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Jun 30, 2005 14:29:15 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jun 30, 2005 14:29:15 GMT -5
Seems Tragedy is stalking us with some dedication. Very cool, do write more.
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Jun 30, 2005 14:29:25 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jun 30, 2005 14:29:25 GMT -5
Mysterious.
Akbar, your sleepy fantasies, and your subsequent drenching by Derik, were quite amusing.
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Jun 30, 2005 19:24:47 GMT -5
Post by PJ on Jun 30, 2005 19:24:47 GMT -5
Heh. Coolness.
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Jul 5, 2005 9:49:55 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 5, 2005 9:49:55 GMT -5
“Dearie, are you really sure about this?” squeaked Ms. Pummel, watching as Antenora stuffed clothing into a small wheelie.
“Yes, Ms. Pummel. I’m positive. Now please stop bothering me.” Replied Antenora through clenched teeth. She gently placed a large file amidst the clothes, together with a small photo album.
“Okay, dearie. Here, take your books.” Said the secretary, handing her a large pile of books, all of which were written by Douglas Adams.
“Have you booked the New York hotel? In the location I told you to?” asked Antenora, grabbing the books, and placing them atop the clothes.
“Yes dearie. The Lincoln. Though why you want to stay on East 64th street beats me. I mean it is the Upper East Side and all but…”
“Good. That’s all I wanted to know,” said Antenora, slamming the wheelie shut,” Goodbye ,Ms. Pummel. I’ll be back in a week.”
Grabbing her purse, she left, the frazzled secretary staring at her worriedly.
“Don’t get into any trouble, dearie!” she yelled.
The senator just waved a hand. It was then that something struck Ms. Pummel. She was wearing a ring. She never wore rings.
The secretary gaped.
Antenora arrived at Washington airport, looking dazed. She couldn’t believe she was finally going to meet Dante; ten years after the forum had…she didn’t want to think about it. He had seemed so urgent, though. And so insistent that she stay at a hotel on that particular street, between Park and Madison. Personally she felt the Upper East Side was overrated.
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In a New york hospital, Tragedy awoke, his eyes ablaze. "Where are they" eh whispered into a device on his wrist. teh nurses called it 'a fancy watch'. "E. is en route to NYC. " replied the device , in a digital-y voice.
He went back to sleep, content. It had begun.
--- Anetnora awoke suddenly. She ahd been trying to catch some shut-eye, but for some reason she kept on waking up with a violent start. She fell back onto the pillow once more.
A cloud passed over the sun.
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Jul 5, 2005 9:54:25 GMT -5
Post by PJ on Jul 5, 2005 9:54:25 GMT -5
Teh coolness. Write more.
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Jul 5, 2005 9:55:19 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jul 5, 2005 9:55:19 GMT -5
Cool, I get to meet Dante soon.
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Jul 5, 2005 9:57:06 GMT -5
Post by PJ on Jul 5, 2005 9:57:06 GMT -5
Cool, I get to meet Dante soon. and I have yet to make an appearance. *shakes fist*
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Jul 5, 2005 9:57:19 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jul 5, 2005 9:57:19 GMT -5
Cool, I get to meet Dante soon. And vice-versa. This was a cool chapter.
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Jul 5, 2005 10:09:23 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 5, 2005 10:09:23 GMT -5
Was it? Thanks.
I was scared I was starting to ramble a bit.
EDIT: I just noticed something. PJ made the 42nd post in this thread! *celebrates*
Your prize is: a major role in 667! Partenered with the amazingly uber cool BSam! Huzzah!
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