| this is chapter two. this was fun to do and i have no idea why. |
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Chapter Two
The return of Ben as a steady, constantly developing character in the story with a lot of questions about what the hell just happened.
“What the hell just happened!?!?”
Ben wondered to himself.
He knew he had just been killed, actually, he only knew he had just died, there was a chance he wasn’t killed. He had no idea how he knew he was dead either. He had been knocked unconscious several times while he was alive, and it never felt anything like this. He was happy, carefree, and completely content with everything. Then he realized that if he was dead, this was probably heaven, considering he had been such a good guy and all. He then became a little frustrated. Heaven was supposed to last an eternity, and he was already pretty bored with it.
Then, the blankness faded away in a small blur off to Ben’s right. He saw a chair. The blankness vanished more and more and Ben realized he was back in the room he had just been in. He could see clearly now, more clearly in fact than when he was in the room before; more clearly than he had ever seen in his life, actually. On the floor next to him, the man in the nice shoes and the eye-patch guy laid dead, holes in their chests where their hearts once were. Behind them there was another dead guy; in his hand was a spiked club. Ben realized that this was probably the bastard that hit him in the back of his head.
Ben realized then that he had no idea what the hell was going on.
This didn’t bother him.
For some reason, Ben knew that these guys had been unsuccessful in doing something terrible that involved him, and that was enough to think about for the moment.
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| i wrote this while listening to several different types of music. chapter two is right behind it. |
[03 Jan 2005|09:22pm] |
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Chapter One
Wherein the reader is introduced to Ben, a character who seems like he won’t be around much after the first chapter.
Ben never much cared for the types of soda that stung the back of your throat when you drank them. Maybe it was because his throat was too sensitive, maybe he was too sensitive. Maybe he didn’t dislike these sodas; maybe he just preferred the types that didn’t sting on the way down. Regardless, he didn’t like the feeling, it was like a bunch of sequential bug bites on a part of your body you couldn’t reach. He wondered why this crossed his mind at such a strange time; he clearly wasn’t in the type of situation where someone ought to be troubling themselves over something like that.
Someone stood over him, waving their hands about, saying… something. Ben couldn’t quite make it out, and he was sure that he didn’t care. For whatever reason, he was really very concerned about this whole soda thing.
Just then, he felt a sudden pressure against the back of his head and dropped his head to the ground. He noticed the nice boots of the man who was talking to him, they were suspiciously clean considering the dreadful rain Ben could see pattering about everywhere. Then Ben saw blackness. Seconds later he could see things normally.
The rain had stopped. Or was it even raining to begin with? Well, there was no rain falling at the time, no matter whether it had been falling at the time of Ben’s being knocked unconscious or not. The man who had the nice boots was pacing back and forth holding what looked like a baseball bat. His shoes were still nice and shiny. Ben wondered if the man in the nice shoes had hit him on the back of his head with that bat and knocked him out, but then he realized that the man had been standing in front of him. It seemed bizarre and impossible for this man to reach all the way around to Ben’s back and smack the top Ben’s skull without Ben noticing. Ben thought this because he was very keen and observed mostly everything that he felt should be observed, even when he was as woozy and preoccupied with fizzy sodas as he was not too long ago. At least, it didn’t seem like it was too long ago. Ben definitely felt that a strange man reaching behind you to strike your head was something important that should be observed, and yet he never saw it happen, so it was impossible. Ben refused to believe he could have been caught off guard.
Ben sat up. He realized that he was in a room he had never seen before. So, it was still entirely possible for it to be raining outside this room, where ever it was. Ben thought, and realized he didn’t like the rain, but he couldn’t remember why. Then he remembered that his older brother always used to give him the sodas that stung his throat and tell him they wouldn’t sting at all. He figured that had a lot to do with why he didn’t like those types of sodas, or why he liked the other kind better.
To Ben’s immediate left there stood a tall, lanky man with an eye-patch. Ben thought that the fact that this guy was actually wearing an eye-patch was funny. He sort of chuckled to himself, neglecting to realize that he had no idea where the hell he was. The eye-patch man hit him upside his cheek and told him to shut his mouth. Ben forgot that these guys had hit him once before. He promptly stopped laughing, but still smiled, wondering who even wore eye-patches nowadays.
Then, the guy in the nice shoes dropped what Ben now realized was a fire-poker and not a baseball bat, and walked towards him. The nice-shoe-guy lifted up Ben’s head, which was wilting down, and introduced himself as Bruce. He didn’t say his last name, and Ben thought that was pretty rude, he had been brought up to greet people by their last name until he was told to call them by their first name. Ben decided that he simply wouldn’t greet this ‘Bruce’, and that he would continue to refer to him as ‘the guy with the nice shoes’. Bruce was a stupid name anyways.
Then Ben died.
He had no idea how it happened. He remembered a sharp, sudden pain, followed by complete nothingness, and then complete whiteness. He saw nothing but a constant, blank white for quite some time.
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[14 Dec 2004|03:26pm] |
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[03 Dec 2004|08:52pm] |
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im in a good mood now. jakob, sean and i started to plan a trip to big bear not too long ago, and now it looks like its actually gonna happnen! i'm absurdly excited and i cant wait, i love that place, lots of really good memories there, perfect weather (well, in the winter), cozy, snowboard-supporting, and best of all, not at all in any way Poway. i'm looking forward to this trip a whole lot, its gonna be great to take a break. this has put me in a good mood, and so i have concluded that it is a very good thing; being in a good mood is a very, very good thing, and so my conclusion was acurate. thank god for snow, boards with which one might ride the snow, freinds, and good, good memories.
also:
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[29 Nov 2004|03:13pm] |
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so, i've finished writing the first 2 acts of my first movie. well i've finished writing the treatment for the first two acts. the ways i see it, there'll be three movies, each split into three acts, so ive done two ninths of the work i need to do before the begining of next semester. if anyone would like to read the story ive written out for this so far, please let me know. also, john boone and i are still working on our joint comic book project (i think), and based on the roug story and sketches we have, im sure it will be jawesome. of course, im not sure who exactally im talking to here, because no one reads my LJ but me. ha! oh well.
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happy thanksgiving. its not the day you celibrate, its the things for which you're thankful for.
gobble, gobble, y'all.
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[03 Nov 2004|11:53pm] |
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do you believe in god? in the devil? in angels and demons? in the basic oposition of good and evil? if so, and even if no, what side of the spectrum do you fall on? do you believe that there are people who lie unknowlingly on one of the two sections? sitting definately on one of the two (good or evil) without even realizing it? what if there was, amongst us all, a saint? an angel even? a form of pure virtue that did nothing too obvious to give itself away? and not intentionally either, what if this angel didnt know how virtuous it was? the antithesis, what if there was a naturally evil person mixed in with us all. a demon ignorant to its naturally coming evil ways? maybe there is nothing but good and evil. maybe, while a person can easily be to evil, a person can also be too virtuous. maybe virtue is the only answer.
maybe ive been thinking too much.
CHRIST this is L.J....
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[31 Oct 2004|02:33pm] |
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holy hell i just had an Epiphany! im going to start a publishing company, not in the near future mind you, but some day it'll happen! i figure the first publisjed work ill have put out will be the joint-project john boone and i are currently (almost) working on (a comic book). i hope this carries through.
XOdubV (hahhah)
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how come whenever theres a movie with vampires in it, they always find a way to make the vampires explode?
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i just saw 'super-size me' and now i think ive decided that fast food disgusts me. regardless of wethere or not the movie's basis was one of pure cattle shit (and im not saying it was), the mental picture ive associated with quick-burgers now is so intense, it makes me feel like my forehead is going to vomit. MY FOREHEAD! FUCKING THINK ABOUT THAT.
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[21 Oct 2004|09:04pm] |
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well here it is, i made a new lj. i dont know why so dont ask. actually no, i know why, i wanted a btter name, so there it is.
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