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perididdleI'm randomly writing little things that I know won't make it to The Story, but they're fun anyway. And boosting my wordcout...I have like 11k words this month. YAY.
But I was trying to figure out how the hell we can introduce the REAL Trish/Drake storyline...cause I mean, gotta reveal the grand history somehow. I played with the idea of using old Trish journal entries. Just like the first day one, kind of a little evaluation one, then a falling for him one, then like two more over the course of the relationship, then one she writes after he leaves and hinting that she might be pregnant. It's a lot, and I dunno, but I felt like writing the journal entries, so I'm gonna put a few on here, cause I'm bored.
New Master: Day 1 (or 2, depending on your outlook)
12:27 A.M.
Hmm, lookie. I have another master. Only three this year…that’s pretty good, considering. The last two have been total bastards, though, so I don’t know if this one will be any different.
He has a nice house, I’ll admit. And he put me in this room that makes no sense, because it’s big, there are windows, I have my own queen size bed that is as comfortable as anything, like, ever, I tell you, and there’s like a deluxe bathroom. And a balcony. I’m on the third floor! I’M ON THE FUCKING THIRD FLOOR WITH A BALCONY!
I would love to ponder his motives, but quite frankly, even if he’s just an asshole that wants to take advantage, give me this room and I’ll do anything for him.
Ah. Okay. Maybe not. But I won’t try to kill him. That’s points for me, right?
I guess I should record things about him. Um, I can’t remember his name. I think it was something like…Damon, Derek…some D name. Platinum blonde hair. Blue eyes that made me shiver when he looked right at me. British accent. And he’s got a leather coat that I really wanted to steal. But I didn’t feel like getting beat to a bloody pulp the first day.
That’s more of a second impression kind of thing for me.
-Trisha
New Master: Day 14
7:32 p.m.
Since my last ten entries were nothing but, ‘Tired’ and ‘Odd new master’, I guess I should have some record of what’s really going on.
I haven’t been asked to do hardly anything. He doesn’t send huge bodyguards to wake me up at the crack of dawn, he doesn’t yell at me, and I’ve slipped in and out of the kitchen the past three days, and I know he saw me, and he didn’t ever do anything that Darrien or Pierce might have done. He hasn’t hurt me at all – the only time he’s even touched me was when I pretty much ran right into him. I kind of scrambled back and put my eyes downward, like I always do. I was braced for a kick or something, but all he did was tilt my head upwards and said that he’d rather see me glare at him than watch me engage in a staring contest with the floor. Very, very odd.
I’m freaked, though. Darrien was a little like this…not much, I know, he would have snapped at me for bumping into him, and he was hitting me, keeping me in line, making me walk around with a collar. I was his pet, as much as it just tortures me to say it, I was. But this guy…it’s weird. He hasn't done anything, and it's WEIRD. I can walk around the house. Hell, I went down to the stables yesterday and he was down there and didn’t bitch at me. I went around and groomed horses all day. I was in heaven. I’m probably going to try to ride tomorrow, just to see how far I can push him. It’s my new little game.
Oh, I figured out his name. I felt bitchy the day after he bought me, so I felt like yelling at him, but like I said, not big on the beatings, so I told him I’d forgotten his name. He kind of raised an eyebrow at me and did this little smile…and the voices just went crazy and melted. I of course kept my cool while he said, “Draken.” I nodded and muttered my ‘thank you, sir,’ but he stopped me and said, “It’s Drake.” Then I stalked off while the stupid voices went all fangirly over him. He’s not hot.
No, he’s not hot.
Not at all.
Not even one little bit. He’s too cocky, his smile is too good, his eyes are too blue, and he has stupid hair.
Stupid, stupid hair.
-Trisha
I don't like the second one much, and the first one is all revamped and stuff from one I wrote a while back. But they're random and ranting and a little out of character, but they're still fun. They're this little random rants I can write and not really have to think about. Plus it means I get to steal Trish's notebooks. Ahh, but oh how I miss the good old days...
-Maddy
P.S. Horse show tomorrow. Actually not feeling icky about it. Cept showmanship, not big on that, but oh well. The rest shall be fun. I'll miss the Derby though. Not sure if I should listen to it on the radio or wait till I get home. If there's a TV I'll watch it. But I think if it's just a radio, I'll wait. Oh god that'll kill me. Meeps
But I was trying to figure out how the hell we can introduce the REAL Trish/Drake storyline...cause I mean, gotta reveal the grand history somehow. I played with the idea of using old Trish journal entries. Just like the first day one, kind of a little evaluation one, then a falling for him one, then like two more over the course of the relationship, then one she writes after he leaves and hinting that she might be pregnant. It's a lot, and I dunno, but I felt like writing the journal entries, so I'm gonna put a few on here, cause I'm bored.
New Master: Day 1 (or 2, depending on your outlook)
12:27 A.M.
Hmm, lookie. I have another master. Only three this year…that’s pretty good, considering. The last two have been total bastards, though, so I don’t know if this one will be any different.
He has a nice house, I’ll admit. And he put me in this room that makes no sense, because it’s big, there are windows, I have my own queen size bed that is as comfortable as anything, like, ever, I tell you, and there’s like a deluxe bathroom. And a balcony. I’m on the third floor! I’M ON THE FUCKING THIRD FLOOR WITH A BALCONY!
I would love to ponder his motives, but quite frankly, even if he’s just an asshole that wants to take advantage, give me this room and I’ll do anything for him.
Ah. Okay. Maybe not. But I won’t try to kill him. That’s points for me, right?
I guess I should record things about him. Um, I can’t remember his name. I think it was something like…Damon, Derek…some D name. Platinum blonde hair. Blue eyes that made me shiver when he looked right at me. British accent. And he’s got a leather coat that I really wanted to steal. But I didn’t feel like getting beat to a bloody pulp the first day.
That’s more of a second impression kind of thing for me.
-Trisha
New Master: Day 14
7:32 p.m.
Since my last ten entries were nothing but, ‘Tired’ and ‘Odd new master’, I guess I should have some record of what’s really going on.
I haven’t been asked to do hardly anything. He doesn’t send huge bodyguards to wake me up at the crack of dawn, he doesn’t yell at me, and I’ve slipped in and out of the kitchen the past three days, and I know he saw me, and he didn’t ever do anything that Darrien or Pierce might have done. He hasn’t hurt me at all – the only time he’s even touched me was when I pretty much ran right into him. I kind of scrambled back and put my eyes downward, like I always do. I was braced for a kick or something, but all he did was tilt my head upwards and said that he’d rather see me glare at him than watch me engage in a staring contest with the floor. Very, very odd.
I’m freaked, though. Darrien was a little like this…not much, I know, he would have snapped at me for bumping into him, and he was hitting me, keeping me in line, making me walk around with a collar. I was his pet, as much as it just tortures me to say it, I was. But this guy…it’s weird. He hasn't done anything, and it's WEIRD. I can walk around the house. Hell, I went down to the stables yesterday and he was down there and didn’t bitch at me. I went around and groomed horses all day. I was in heaven. I’m probably going to try to ride tomorrow, just to see how far I can push him. It’s my new little game.
Oh, I figured out his name. I felt bitchy the day after he bought me, so I felt like yelling at him, but like I said, not big on the beatings, so I told him I’d forgotten his name. He kind of raised an eyebrow at me and did this little smile…and the voices just went crazy and melted. I of course kept my cool while he said, “Draken.” I nodded and muttered my ‘thank you, sir,’ but he stopped me and said, “It’s Drake.” Then I stalked off while the stupid voices went all fangirly over him. He’s not hot.
No, he’s not hot.
Not at all.
Not even one little bit. He’s too cocky, his smile is too good, his eyes are too blue, and he has stupid hair.
Stupid, stupid hair.
-Trisha
I don't like the second one much, and the first one is all revamped and stuff from one I wrote a while back. But they're random and ranting and a little out of character, but they're still fun. They're this little random rants I can write and not really have to think about. Plus it means I get to steal Trish's notebooks. Ahh, but oh how I miss the good old days...
-Maddy
P.S. Horse show tomorrow. Actually not feeling icky about it. Cept showmanship, not big on that, but oh well. The rest shall be fun. I'll miss the Derby though. Not sure if I should listen to it on the radio or wait till I get home. If there's a TV I'll watch it. But I think if it's just a radio, I'll wait. Oh god that'll kill me. Meeps
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Date: 2004-05-01 03:50 pm (UTC)Stupid, stupid hair."
Loved That!