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| Sentenal's Bright Idea; A New Year's fic | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 26 2008, 01:18 AM (976 Views) | |
| Rin | Dec 26 2008, 01:18 AM Post #1 |
TOTALLY A MAN
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 Chapter 1 – New Year’s Eve: Goals and Resolutions “10…” The second hand ticked into place in time with the click of the tile onto the scrabble board. ‘PAPER’ it spelled. “9…” Quick as lightning, ‘NIGGA’ appeared on the board, followed by satisfied sniggers. “8…” ‘EXPLICIT’ was there before everyone had time to blink. “7…” “Hey man, that’s a good word,” said one of the players, wondering how he could top the new branch. The EXPLICIT guy grinned with glee. “6…” A hand roved over the row of tiles, searching for a word. “5…” Really he didn’t have to think very hard on it. There were a fair few good letters in there. “4…” Which would give him the most points though? There was a triple word score right there, but how could he reach it? “3…” Well he could spell “HORNY” with that R, but he really wanted to use that Z, especially on a 3xL or 3xW tile. “2…” The clock ticked. “1…” “OMG hurry up! Just put a word down!” “Happy New Years!!” Daniel Kang, otherwise known as PR, stood abruptly, stormed to the balcony and leaned over the edge. “Hey, SHUT UP! We’re trying to play Scrabble here!” “It’s New Years!” some nameless face in the party crowd thirty-five stories down in the street outside the hotel yelled back to him. “Do I look like I care?” PR replied. “Seriously, shut up!” “Or what?” the other challenged. PR thought for a moment, then, “Or I’ll call my mom.” “Wtf, you’re gonna call your mom?” The crowd laughed. “Yeah you go crying to your mama, mama’s boy. I’m sure mama wants to hear from you again. It’s probably been like 5 minutes since the last time you called!” PR ignored him. A secret smile crept onto his face as he took out his phone, dialed home and held the phone out towards the crowd. The phone rang thrice then… “KANG MYUNG SUK? MYUNG SUK IS DAT U!? Y U NOT CALL HOME MORE OFTEN? IT’S NEW YEARS! Y U UNGRATEFUL LITTLE—[Censored for obscenities. Trust me. If you knew, you’d thank me.]—GOT DAT!? OK BYE.” PR hung up. There was no reply. No, not because they didn’t know what to say. It was because they were dead. “That may have been a bit much, PR,” Phil laughed as the other sat back down on the table to rejoin the game. Feez nodded, glancing at the clock to check if it really was the start of the new year. “Yeah, your mother is the true Queen of Rage, after all.” “Jokan?” PR replied half sarcastically. Steven Nguyen, affectionately known as PZ, mumbled to himself, still staring at the board. “Dude, just put down a word! You’re too slow!” Phil shouted in exasperation. “Hold on,” PZ answered. “Doing homework.” That he was. He was trying to read Dante whilst playing, hoping to finish the book quickly. Unfortunately, there was just no motivation at all. There was a knock on the door and someone walked in without waiting for an invitation. Sentenal slammed the door behind him (unintentionally, of course) and pulled up a sofa to the table. “Guys, this convention thing sucks. Too many people are really annoying.” Yes. The first truly successful (and large) FEFF convention was taking place in a 35 story hotel. “Well you didn’t have to invite every single active member of FEFF,” PZ said as he made to pick up a tile, thought better of it and thought some more. “You should’ve just invited the good people.” “I dunno,” Sentenal replied heatedly. “How would I pick out which are the good ones?” Feez waved a hand in front of his face. “Uh, hello? I write member reviews.” “They’re kinda biased,” PZ said slowly. The other four paused and stared at him, angry flames burning in their eyes. “Feez’s opinion is the only one that counts,” PR whispered menacingly. Incredible. He’s never spoken a word under 120 decibels. Sentenal was the first to break the tension with a casual shrug as PZ waved an apology. “Well this is supposed to become an annual thing so…” “Oh yeah, New Years,” Phil said in almost a sigh as he shivered his leg and tapped impatiently on the table for PZ. “You guys have any resolutions or goals? Like, say, finishing a game of Scrabble before April?” PZ rolled his eyes at him. “No resolutions here,” he said, putting the book down as well as the word ZYGOTE. “Can’t think of anything anyway.” Phil practically leapt onto the Scrabble board and added TITS to NIGGA, a move that was met with impressed and amused congratulatory curses. Unfortunately, the feeble entertainment given by the game had met its end and soon everyone was heading to the living room, Sentenal dragging the sofa back with him. An hour later, room service had brought up a feast for the party of young men, and they had already stuffed themselves to the point of bursting. “Looks like none of us are gonna have a weight loss resolution this year,” PR sighed in satisfaction, patting his very round belly. “That’s a boring resolution anyway,” Feez said, burping. “Goals are better.” Suddenly, a very very bright, possibly fat-overdose induced, idea came to Sentenal and he was so very very excited that he sat up. “I have an idea.” The younger men of the troupe groaned in unison. Whether from the immense amount of food they had consumed in a short space of time or from Sentenal’s idea, I’ll leave to you. “Let’s write down some really good resolutions or goals onto some bits of paper, put them into a hat, each take a draw, and whatever’s on the piece of paper will be ours for the year.” Silence followed. Then, “Phil, could you kick me over a bit? I’m sinking into the sofa.” “Ok, let’s do it,” Sentenal decided for them, ripping up some of the hotel room’s pamphlets and passing them around. “Write a lot of them on different pieces of paper, so we have a wider variety.” PZ groaned again and looked at his piece of paper. “Fine…but I’m gonna write it in chicken grease.” “Dude, that’s disgusting,” PR replied, reaching for a pen. Minutes later, Sentenal had gathered in a bowl (for lack of a hat) twenty-seven slips of paper, ripped, folded and greasy. Shuffling them around, he offered the mix to the others around him who were now unexpectedly curious. “These are for the year, guys, so you’d better choose well.” “How do we do that if it’s a lucky dip?” PR asked innocently. He was met with a punch to the head. “Shut up and do it,” Sentenal said. “Can’t we make it more of a…6 month plan?” Phil whined. “Or a 6 week plan?” Feez suggested. Sentenal heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine, geez, 6 weeks. Happy? Now just pick some will you?” Deep breaths all around and an encouraging nod, five hands fell into the bowl and five strips of paper were removed. |
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| Sentenal | Dec 26 2008, 01:24 AM Post #2 |
When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.
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Random fic time again, I'm looking forward to future chapters... Assuming you continue this 
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| Rin | Dec 26 2008, 01:26 AM Post #3 |
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TOTALLY A MAN
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I already have half another chapter written and am currently working on it. Just thought I'd put this up since I'll be gone for a few days and I don't know if I can get on to put this up in time for New Year's Eve XD |
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| Ryotaro Dojima | Dec 26 2008, 04:07 AM Post #4 |
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Actually gonna finish it? |
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| Crysta | Dec 26 2008, 07:54 AM Post #5 |
yay for conformity!
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I giggled immaturely. |
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| +Hollie | Dec 26 2008, 01:55 PM Post #6 |
Resident Brit
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Lawl. I enjoyed this. Finish plz.
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Known as Haar on Brand of Flame. Bitch.  Formerly Margaret Thatcher, Aleksandr | |
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| Feez | Dec 26 2008, 02:53 PM Post #7 |
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Ebullient Future
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Wow, this sounds like one of our random MSN chats put into fic-format. Good job. 
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| K' | Dec 27 2008, 12:18 AM Post #8 |
PR
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^ this
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| Soja | Dec 27 2008, 03:35 AM Post #9 |
Gentle Water, Crashing Waves
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How does one shout from the bottom of a 35-story building and back? Technicalities aside, I lol'd. Do continue. |
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| Ryotaro Dojima | Dec 27 2008, 05:02 PM Post #10 |
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Who cares," not I" sayeth the old guy... |
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| Greth | Dec 28 2008, 02:26 AM Post #11 |
fuck all y'all
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where am i? psh, if PZ, PR, Feez, and Sent were around, you can bet my ass would be there too getting pwned at scrabble. |
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Has been known as: mrmastodon, Greth, MF Greth, L, Shu, Sailor Star Healer Voted most manly last time, and most underrated twice in a row, shit yeah! | |
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| PhantomZero | Dec 28 2008, 02:04 PM Post #12 |
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A NEW WORLD ORDER ~Known as PhantomZero, Mr. Noogen, Yosuke Hanamura | |
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| Rin | Dec 30 2008, 01:59 AM Post #13 |
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TOTALLY A MAN
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Chapter 2 – New Year’s Day: Leftovers A soft rustling was the only indication that there was life in the trash heap that was room 3512. The cleaning lady stood frozen at the doorway, vacuum towed behind her, chicken bones, fries, half-eaten loaves of bread and bowls towered before her. Ok, to be fair it was more like a mound that was stacked relatively close to the three trolleys left by room service the night before, but it was a really big mound. The elevator ping and a loud luggage-moving sound caused a disturbed snore-grunt, and slowly Sentenal woke, stretching as he peeled himself off the once soft and dry-cleaned sofa. One second – two – then he noticed the cleaning lady still looking horrified at the mess. “EEEEE!!! I mean AAAAAHH!” Sentenal screamed. Immediately, the other four were awake, PR literally jumping off the cushion he slept on the floor with. “WATOH!” he screamed dramatically. Leaping over the sofa like a gazelle, he flew to the doorway and began punching the airspace just in front of the poor cleaning lady. “ATATATATATATATATA!!!” “Fucking calm down, PR!” Feez barked authoritatively. PR took a moment to fully awaken, straightened himself, and bowed, mumbling an apology before casually returning to the living room. PZ yawned and began a search for his Dante book. “Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he tossed over his shoulder at the cleaning lady. “New Year’s celebrations y’know, heh.” “Hey uh, you don’t mind giving us like 20 minutes before you start cleaning? Gotta shower and stuff,” PR said, pointing at the dried and crusted barbeque sauce smile he had just discovered on his cheeks. The lady nodded and backed out slowly. Twenty minutes later, the five had just left the room and the cleaning lady had returned from waiting downstairs, stepping out of the elevator. This time, however, she had come prepared, leading a small cleaning lady battalion behind her. The squad marched into room 3512 and slammed the door shut behind them, booting the men from their room. In the elevator, Sentenal chuckled to himself as he hit the button for floor number 8, the hotel’s leisure floor. “I have the best goal for the new year, guys,” he said when the others looked at him as they passed floor 33. No one said a thing, so, “Mine was to read five plays.” “Hey that’s the one I wrote down,” PZ said almost proudly. “Yeah, we could’ve guessed that. You’re the only one who’d think about homework during the holidays,” Phil said, shaking his head disappointingly. “I’ll be done in like a week,” Sentenal declared in utter confidence in himself. “Well my goal is not to punch Laharl,” PR sighed sadly. A chorus of sympathetic ooo’s and “sorry, man”’s filled the elevator at level 21. “Whoever wrote that is the Devil himself,” PR said. Phil whistled a tune. The elevator stopped at level 20 just as PZ was about to share his pick at the lucky draw. Meg, aka DSie, and Holly stepped in, exchanging mildly surprised greetings with the guys. “Hi, happy new year!” Holly said cheerfully. She had arrived with her family a week earlier than everyone else who began checking in on the 28th. “Hey, you too. Say, do you two have any New Year’s goals or resolutions?” PZ asked. DSie and Holly looked at each other. “No…I guess we didn’t really think about it last night,” DSie answered innocently. Suddenly, a very very bright, possibly ego induced, idea came to Sentenal and he was so very very excited that he slapped his open palm onto the elevator wall. “I have an idea.” There was a monotonous, dragging of groans. Whether from the shudder of the elevator or Sentenal’s idea, I’ll leave to you. “I saved those leftover papers from last night in the fridge before we left. You girls should get your resolutions from there as well.” DSie and Holly looked at each other again. “What are you talking about?” The elevator stopped at level 15 and Lucas appeared on the other side of the doors, greeting them absent mindedly. “Oh sorry, Lucas,” Feez said, reaching for the button to close the doors again. “The elevator says 250lbs max.” Seven floors later on level 8, Holly and DSie had been enlightened on the New Year’s resolution lucky dip and were seriously considering trying it out. “I think most of them are reasonable,” Sentenal said, sniggering a little to himself knowingly. “But some of the ones I read when I thought we wouldn’t touch them again were pretty uhh…well you’ll see.” Microphone feedback stifled any curious inquiries or worried protests – an announcement was being made. “Ok guys, the first round of the Smash tournaments is about to begin. Hurry up and get ready,” Lucas said through the speakers. “What?” Phil half-screamed. “How is that possible? How did he get down before us?” There was no time for explanations, however, as FEFF members trickled towards the various battle stations like pregnant moths to a neon light. I’m not calling you all obese, or literally pregnant, by the way. Just saying you were kinda waddling over there. Slowly. Something like that. Sentenal made to join them, following Phil, DSie and Holly. He turned to see Feez, PZ and PR heading in a different direction. “Hey, are you guys coming?” “No, gonna do something else. That tournament will be boring anyway,” Feez explained as the three walked off. Minutes later, the first round was over with, and DSie and Holly had both failed epically. So they headed to the back of the room where a rather long table was stacked high with all kinds of finger-foods on too-fancy platters and towers. Reaver was already there munching on a pear as he watched the tournament from afar. “Well done,” Reaver said smugly as the two approached. Holly glared back at him. “At least we tried.” Reaver nodded to that and returned to his pear. “Have you heard about Sentenal’s bowl?” Holly asked suddenly and completely innocently. “Not…as such, no,” Reaver replied, somewhat curious. “Maybe you should come with us later to check it out,” DSie offered, taking a salami and cheese kebab. “Yes, that he should,” Sentenal agreed, slipping in to the conversation. “We have plenty of resolutions to go around.” Reaver was very intrigued by this point. “Resolutions?” “Yes. We’ve put in a bunch of New Year’s goals and resolutions into this bowl and picked some out to be ours for the year,” Sentenal replied, pointing in the direction of PR, PZ and Feez at the public computers on the other side of the room. “We’ve actually said we’d finish them in 6 weeks time, but whatever.” Humming to himself, Reaver considered this. “Well that would be interesting, but I already have a goal.” “No you don’t,” Sentenal replied flatly. “I’ll see you later this afternoon then.” With that, Sentenal left. “What was your goal gonna be, Reaver?” DSie asked. “Oh don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter now that I’m getting a new one.” Reaver shrugged and tossed his pear core into a nearby bin. “You can have more than one,” Holly replied, raising an eyebrow. “Yes but…never mind.” Reaver suddenly looked out into space, stars in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips. Holly and DSie looked at each other again. “Is…he alright?” Holly asked the other. “I don’t know…,” DSie whispered back. “Just…leave him alone I guess.” Edited by Rin, Dec 30 2008, 02:14 AM.
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| Sentenal | Dec 30 2008, 02:15 AM Post #14 |
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When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.
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| Soja | Dec 30 2008, 02:17 AM Post #15 |
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Gentle Water, Crashing Waves
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Reaver drank the kool-aid. |
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