cowards and mary sues.
Jul. 27th, 2006 07:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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She raced out of the store, nearly tripping over her own feet and stared incredulous as he scrambled into his ugly SUV and slammed the door. And sat there. Just sat there, staring at her. Her hands found their way to her hips and she cocked her head to the side, not sure she believed anyone could be so bold and yet such an unbelievable dumbass.
His mouth was moving, she could see that much despite the lack of any substantial light, but she had no idea what the hell he was saying. She knew what she'd like to say to him though.
"Fuckwit," she muttered and continued to glare right at him. He rolled down the window and continued saying something, but she still couldn't hear him.
He sat there.
She stood there.
After two minutes she reached in her pocket and grabbed a pen. She knew he was looking at her, unsure as to what she was going to do next. She'd show him. She glanced back at the store and then walked over to his car.
"Whatthehellyouthinkyou'redoin'?!" he yelled.
"Asshole." Aww, crap. She didn't know jack about cars, so she had no idea what the hell he was driving. Still, how many light green SUVs could there be out here? The engine roared to life. Good, the idiot was getting the point.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Yeah, like that was a new one. She inched closer to the back of the car so she could see his stupid license plate. Why'd he have to... Whoa.
He pulled out of the parking space and then backed up towards the back of the shopping center. He then turned into the back half of the parking lot, backwards, and kept right on going.
Still in reverse.
"Coward!" she yelled, balling her hands up in frustration. God, she'd love to just catch one of those shoplifting bastards and beat the hell out of them.
Ah well. Maybe tomorrow.
In that I spent five minutes this morning glaring at some dude who obviously took something and did, in fact, go to great lengths to keep me from seeing his license plate.
Onward. You know how some books, particularly when you get to a certain part in a series, start giving you a cheat sheet at the begining of the book in the form of a cast of characters? Danse Macabre needs one of them. Who the blue fuck is Elinore? She seems interesting and all, but I'm drawing a blank.
Various other thoughts that have managed to flit through my head while reading: I do not like Nathanial. I don't remember having a problem with him before other than finding him a bit boring, but pretty much everytime he pops up I want to bitchslap him. Anita's influence is dangerous. [See Richard.] He's annoying! *rants* Especially considering it's like he picks the exact wrong thing to do at the wrong time, pisses someone off, and Anita's all, "whoa, lookit kitty's spine. Yummy!" Not, "Bad kitty, egging people on so that bad shit happens."
I still do not understand the giving the beast to someone else. I just... don't. I don't know if I missed something crucial or whether my brain has drawn the line in the sand and said, "no. This is the logic line and I have blurred it too much, you cannot go any further."
I'm tired of things being long, so long or anything, so anything. *head explodes*
But, say what you will about other things, there's always going to be something fascinating about child vampires.
However, at the same time, there will always be something incredibly annoying about one homophobic character bitching about another's homophobic ways. Pot, kettle. You're both black.
Annnnnnnnnd now my feet and I die. DIE.
Ow. Remind me I need new shoes.
And is it wrong that I'm thinking of planning which wedding present to buy a certain couple based on the gift bag(s) I want to use? I think it might be.
She raced out of the store, nearly tripping over her own feet and stared incredulous as he scrambled into his ugly SUV and slammed the door. And sat there. Just sat there, staring at her. Her hands found their way to her hips and she cocked her head to the side, not sure she believed anyone could be so bold and yet such an unbelievable dumbass.
His mouth was moving, she could see that much despite the lack of any substantial light, but she had no idea what the hell he was saying. She knew what she'd like to say to him though.
"Fuckwit," she muttered and continued to glare right at him. He rolled down the window and continued saying something, but she still couldn't hear him.
He sat there.
She stood there.
After two minutes she reached in her pocket and grabbed a pen. She knew he was looking at her, unsure as to what she was going to do next. She'd show him. She glanced back at the store and then walked over to his car.
"Whatthehellyouthinkyou'redoin'?!" he yelled.
"Asshole." Aww, crap. She didn't know jack about cars, so she had no idea what the hell he was driving. Still, how many light green SUVs could there be out here? The engine roared to life. Good, the idiot was getting the point.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Yeah, like that was a new one. She inched closer to the back of the car so she could see his stupid license plate. Why'd he have to... Whoa.
He pulled out of the parking space and then backed up towards the back of the shopping center. He then turned into the back half of the parking lot, backwards, and kept right on going.
Still in reverse.
"Coward!" she yelled, balling her hands up in frustration. God, she'd love to just catch one of those shoplifting bastards and beat the hell out of them.
Ah well. Maybe tomorrow.
In that I spent five minutes this morning glaring at some dude who obviously took something and did, in fact, go to great lengths to keep me from seeing his license plate.
Onward. You know how some books, particularly when you get to a certain part in a series, start giving you a cheat sheet at the begining of the book in the form of a cast of characters? Danse Macabre needs one of them. Who the blue fuck is Elinore? She seems interesting and all, but I'm drawing a blank.
Various other thoughts that have managed to flit through my head while reading: I do not like Nathanial. I don't remember having a problem with him before other than finding him a bit boring, but pretty much everytime he pops up I want to bitchslap him. Anita's influence is dangerous. [See Richard.] He's annoying! *rants* Especially considering it's like he picks the exact wrong thing to do at the wrong time, pisses someone off, and Anita's all, "whoa, lookit kitty's spine. Yummy!" Not, "Bad kitty, egging people on so that bad shit happens."
I still do not understand the giving the beast to someone else. I just... don't. I don't know if I missed something crucial or whether my brain has drawn the line in the sand and said, "no. This is the logic line and I have blurred it too much, you cannot go any further."
I'm tired of things being long, so long or anything, so anything. *head explodes*
But, say what you will about other things, there's always going to be something fascinating about child vampires.
However, at the same time, there will always be something incredibly annoying about one homophobic character bitching about another's homophobic ways. Pot, kettle. You're both black.
Annnnnnnnnd now my feet and I die. DIE.
Ow. Remind me I need new shoes.
And is it wrong that I'm thinking of planning which wedding present to buy a certain couple based on the gift bag(s) I want to use? I think it might be.
