NationStates Jolt Archive

Somewhere in the heart of the city, there is a small apartment on the top floor of a building... when you climb the stairs and knock on the door, you'll hear the sound of tinkling music and furious typing from nearby.

This is Sparren's attic... a writer's getaway for one, and a place to gather, drink lemonade, and talk, for all the rest.

Waiter. There's a fly in my soup

Can I hide in here away from the mob of lynching carsinogenic people?

*walks in*

Hello!

manill give you something to talk about

Can I hide in here away from the mob of lynching carsinogenic people?

Please please please please please please?

Can I hide in here away from the mob of lynching carsinogenic people?

Please please please please please please?


no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Hey this lemonade's warm.

And it smells like pi........

Uh, I think I'll catch you all later, I'm out.

*walks in*

Hola!

*strolls in, sits down*
Hey all, what's shakin'?

Howdy, Rosa!

Hey hey, just trying to figure out how all these freaky people got into my place without me noticing..

*strolls in, sits down*
Hey all, what's shakin'?Hello!

Hey this lemonade's warm.

And it smells like pi........

Uh, I think I'll catch you all later, I'm out.

pi? as in 3.141...etc? it has a smell now?

*walks in*

Hola!Hey, bro!

Lang! I haven't talked to you in ages!
Pi smells similar to the rest of math, and that means it smells very much like death.

[Sits down and reads the rest of Catch-22 because she promised herself]

So sad...

Lang! I haven't talked to you in ages!
Pi smells similar to the rest of math, and that means it smells very much like death.Waz been up?

Heylo, sis.

[Sits down and reads the rest of Catch-22 because she promised herself]

So sad... What's sad? I loved that book!

Nada much Lang. School, school, and more school. you?

Same here. School, school, school, and more death house.

I'm at the end with Snowden.... *sniff*

hmm. I don't really think it's sad, but more fitting.

Death house, Lang?

Hey, the good old attic. Nice place.
(Too bad there's no elevator! wheeeeze)

I've got an idea for a story about four poor kids , all middle-school age, who mysteriously switch places with four rich kids, and how they all cope with this. New families, clothes, neighborhoos, nobody but the kids knows there's been a switch.

How's it sound as a premise? Old fashioned, dull, seen it before? Childish, weird, ridiculous? Unbelievable, manipulative, disgusting?

No! Great! Get Peter Jackson to direct it! Cast Tom Cruise, Kevin Costner, Sandra Bullock and J-Lo and you've got a sure-fire ... er... damned great flop on your hands ...

Considering it's supposed to be KIDS... yes... : P

*grins and flops into a chair, which teeters dangerously under her weight*

*Walks in timidly.*

Am I allowed in here Sparren?

Yes, come in. Two people are better than one..

*Goes all the way through the door and sits next to her.*

So, you found your way to my place, eh? It can be pretty hard to find...

Yes I did find my way. I have a way of doing that with people I am fond of.

*sees the building and meanders up to the porch... cooly sits on the steps, not expecting anyone to see her. watches the people passing by, coming and going without a word*

*Walks down the street below*

*looks at the window and sees a moth climbing in*

Holy crap... *runs over and slams the window shut*

*Hears a shuffling above, from the house and looks toward the noise*

Sparren?

*Walks toward the house and knocks timidly on the door*

I think it was her, she'll probably think I'm stalking her or something, I should leave, I should leave...

*stands behind the door with a floor lamp hefted in both hands*

Just give me the sign, Sparren, and I'll bop him.

I don't believe in killing, but I could mess him up a little for you.

They just don't make pacifists like they used to...

They just don't make pacifists like they used to...

I have always found it easier to be pacifist on my own behalf than on someone else's.

*takes a couple practice swings*

I'll admit it's much easier to subject yourself to danger then to let someone else be harmed. That's why so many people try to justify modern wars by saying that they killed people to save lives.

*slides the lock back and opens the door*

:shock:

*holding breath; getting tense; shaking so hard the light bulb in the lamp starts rattling*

*blinks at Collab-- wonders what's going to happen here*

Kaski! Long time no see... Won't you come in?

:o

*collapses*

*slides the lock back and opens the door*

Umm... Hello Sparren...

*Recovers slightly*

I'd love to come in, if your lamp wielding friend would allow it.

*ambles in*
'lo Sparren. its been awhile.

Hey Spar! Play any pool lately?

That's my cue...to skidoo...

*Glances at a disappearing Collaboration*

I think he just expressed his full approval, I'd love to come in.

hi kaski, how are you?

*standing out on the street in front of the little book store, Vex stares at the light emanating from what seems to be an attic window far above. he turns his attention to the dark store, wondering why it's been closed up. he thinks of the good times he had there, waiting on customers at night, relaxing in the mornings, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend. he remembers young Sparren and her laugh and her wry smiles and her winks she gave just for him. memories flood through him and he finds himself wishing the store were open for business and that he was making Pepsi floats and brewing pots of tea once again.*

*switches off the light in the window and heads for the kitchen*

*Stands in the entryway*

*stands in the chill of the street*

*walks up next to Vex and stares up at attic window*
is she not home?

*turns on the radio and hums a song to herself, making a peanut butter sandwich*

*walks in*

Hola!

Hey DF. Hard to say. Doesn't much matter. She doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. I'm just out here trying to depress myself. Hey, what do you know? It worked...

guess that answers my question.
*walks in*
'lo Sparren.

*Walks up behind Lang*

The music is beautiful.

*looks up* Hey there-- thanks for knocking. *winks* Like a sandwich?

Since no one else seems to be biting...
That joke was an assault to anything approaching humorous.

Hmm... *takes a bite of her sandwich and looks at Kaski*

No one except me.

What kind of lame joke was that? Jeez, girl...

your very welcome :wink:
i'd love one, thank you.

*Sits down beside Sparren and looks at the ingredients*
Hmm, maybe I'll just put one together. I wouldn't want to interrupt your meal.

*Looks up at Sparren for a moment then back downward toward the fixings to grab some bread*

Oh, I'm not feeling interrupted at all... *hops up on the counter*

If I were, I wouldn't leave my door unlocked. *taps her head*

*smacks Sparren's ass.*

Come on I gotta know, how many guys have you kicked there?

*nudges Kaski and whispers "go for it"*
you mind if i use your bathroom Sparren?

*jumps, startled* *laughs and shakes her head*

No, I don't mind at all, DF... No, Cuneo, I'm not telling...

Oh, I'm not feeling interrupted at all... *hops up on the counter*

If I were, I wouldn't leave my door unlocked. *taps her head*

Ahh... I guess that makes sense. *is completely confused*

*Glances up at Sparren on the counter*
You seem very... acrobatic today, something good happen recently or are you just being naturally enthusiastic?

Okay babe, suit yourself. I know a girl who's kicked over a hundred supposedly.

No, I'm not naturally enthusiastic.. *wry grin* I.. er.. am just feeling euphoric after a long, dry day of schoolwork.

The excessive load piled upon students for little or no reason. For you it seems like a great way to store energy to use elsewhere. I mean that in a completely positive way.

Why, thank you... yes, I do think that also. And sometimes I'm just dragging along, and all the energy has to go SOMEWHERE!

*bounces*

*looks around timidly for the chick in stiletto heels.*

*Steps back, laughing at the exuberance*

Sometimes I just wish I could let all my energy out and break out dancing, however poorly during a job interview, or while doing something else entirely mundane. Life is too beautiful for what we need to do, but that's the rub, it needs to be done. All we have is a little time to enjoy ourselves.

*walks back in*
obligations are annoying that way.

Hey DF, whatsup.

kind of wishing i had some of Sparrens enthusiasm right now. you?

Don't we all wish we were that enthusiastic. I'm pretty good right now though.

*Steps back, laughing at the exuberance*

Sometimes I just wish I could let all my energy out and break out dancing, however poorly during a job interview, or while doing something else entirely mundane. Life is too beautiful for what we need to do, but that's the rub, it needs to be done. All we have is a little time to enjoy ourselves.

You're exactly right. We all need to dance more often...

*takes his hand and spins him around the kitchen with a laugh*

You're exactly right. We all need to dance more often...

*takes his hand and spins him around the kitchen with a laugh*

*Spins with a comical exaggeration*
Whew, the room seems to be spinning. *Blinks eyes and looks straight at Sparren* Ahh, much, much, better. Shall we dance?

*pulls out cd player and portible speakers and turns on music*

*tango position* *fake French accent* Let us dance, monsewer!

*notices that that the tango is a spanish dance and Sparren speaks with a french accent*
*laughs hardily*

*tango position* *fake French accent* Let us dance, monsewer!

*Worse French accent* Madame. *Takes her hand and begins to tango*

*tango position* *fake French accent* Let us dance, monsewer!

*Worse French accent* Madame. *Takes her hand and begins to tango*

*laughs again*
all your missing is the rose in the teeth man.

*laughs again*
all your missing is the rose in the teeth man.

Rose? I knew I forgot something!

*grabs a daisy from a vase nearby and hands it to Kaski with a grin*

*spins again* Ah, this is life at its best.

The truth has never been put more eloquently.

*Puts daisy between teeth*
Noth quithe same iffect.

good grief :roll:

good grief :roll:

I've never quite understood that juxtaposition, good, grief?

its just a saying man. dont strain yourself.

anywho. im gone.
keep the CD player. i need a new one anyways.
*walks out*

*Finishes the song, slightly out of breath*

Thank you, very much, for that dance. I have an interview coming up, first thing in the morning, so I apologize if I don't stay as long as I'd like. Good night Sparren. Sleep well.

*watches from the street. sees figures darting across the window, shadows dancing across his path down by the streetlight. walks off down the street...*

*sits up from where she's dozed off* *sighs and shakes her head vigorously to keep herself from drifting off to pointless thoughts again*

*Knocks on the front door*

a timid knock is heard

Hey Sparren can I come in?

*bounds over to the door and ushers them in* Come in, come in!

Thank you

Do you have any more music with which to dance with?

I really like dancing and I am so bored.

*Follows in*
Good day Sparren. Thank you for letting us in.

Oh, biensur. Company is always a good thing to have.

True. How have you been so far today?

Rather groggy... I skipped my shower, and I haven't had any caffeine.. and I'm not a morning person...

Catch me if I fall, please.

*Positions himself underneath her*

Ready anytime. *Laughs*

I'm sorry, I don't much care for mornings either, but it doesn't matter what you do you always seem to have to deal with them.

Yes, the sun always has to rise, dernit.

*closes her eyes* So, how are you doing today?

I'm doing about as well as can be expected, and at this moment much better then that. Life fluctuates fairly regularly, it's amazing...

Yes, and that can be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.

Personally I wouldn't much care for a life that didn't fluctuate. Strange that when you think about it you start life with almost nothing, but what you acquire on the way strengthens you and gives hope. Hmm, was I philosophizing again, sorry.

Oh, yes, you're a regular Socrates. I don't mind listening, though. *grins*

No, Socrates and I almost got into a fist-fight at the last convention. We disagree far too often. At least I think it was Socrates...

According to the Republic, nobody disagrees with Socrates.

Shame on you, Kaski. Tskers.

Meh, I never cared much for the way that Plato kid was always hanging around Socrates so I always wait 'till he's too drunk to talk straight. It's usually easier after Soc has had a few pints too...

Hm.. nice tip. *grins* I'll have to try that on some other philosophers...

... would you like a drink?

knock knock. anyone home?

Ever and always. Do come in.

*walks in*
'lo Sparren. your looking radiant tonight

Thanks much! I love hearing it, no matter how rare the occasion may be. ;)

im sure you do. and im sure that the occation is not that rare.

anywho, how was your day?

*yawns and starts from her bed* *rushes to the kitchen and splashes some cold water on her face, then starts making tea*

*grumbles* Yeh, this is the life... all these mornings when I swear I'm about to fall over dead...

Hm.. nice tip. *grins* I'll have to try that on some other philosophers...

... would you like a drink?

I think you know me too well... yep.

Sure thing. I'll have to see what's in the fridge..

*walks in*

Hola!

Hello there.

*falls out of a cabnet*
oops. sorry about that Sparren. it got cold once i was leaving and you wherent exactly around, so i just slept in there.
'lo Lang.

It's all right. I forgive you. *grins*

*Peers through the door*

Sheepishly: Hello?

*gets up off floor, turns around and jumps 3 feet in the air when sees Our Earth's face in window*
GAD! dont do that!

*Steps in*

Sorry, never been here before and don't know the local etiquette.

*heart still racing*
whoo. im awake now.
*sigh*
wuts up OE?

Not much. Just looking around for something to do and not finding much so I figured I'd stop by here and see what's cooking.

not sure anything is cooking right now. unless Sparren started something while i was having my heart attack

Probably not, but it's all good. I'm probably just going to go to bed soon.

Hey, haven't talked to you for a while...

I could cook something up, if either of you is hungry.

na, im good. something about sleeping for 16 hours tends to take away my apitite.

*wanders in* Wow... so this is what this place looks like...

*walks in*

Hola!

'lo Mad. Lang.
how have ya'll been?

Busy. You?

just fell out of a cabnet and nearly had a heart attack

Tired... I get out of class and I go to an extra acting class and then rehearsal for a musical... and then I finally get home and there's nothing to eat.

*gasp*
no food?!

WHAT!? NO FOOD!

*runs out with his shotgun to go get some food for Mad.

im gunna borrow this, k Sparren?
*follows with butcher knife*

I ended up eating a soft tortilla with strawberry jelly on it...
ha.

Can I come up guys?

*calls back*
YOU CALL THAT FOOD?!
*contenues chase*

*brings in an alligator*

Alligator?

*brings in an alligator*

Alligator? Alligator, eh?

*tosses a turkey, minus the head, into the sink*

*brings in an alligator*

Alligator? Alligator, eh?Yeah, tastes like chicken.

*cuts off the head*

tastes like chicken. has a texture like steak.

I've never had it.... the weirdest thing I've ever eaten was rattlesnake.. now that tasted like Chicken.

Never eaten a rattle snake before. We don't any around here in the bayous.

Never eaten a rattle snake before. We don't any around here in the bayous. From down south? I presume...

just gator and mocasins.

Never eaten a rattle snake before. We don't any around here in the bayous. From down south? I presume...Yep. Louisiana boy.

just gator and mocasins.Mocassins are good eatin'.

havnt had one yet. slipery little suckers.

I've got cougars, and possums, and raccoons,and Brown recluses, and bears...
Guess where I'm from...

OOO, OOO, i know this one.
Seatle
ish

They're pretty hard to kill.

OOO, OOO, i know this one.
Seatle
ishYay! you win... I live in the pacific north west!

yay!

So, DF, you're a southern boy too?

Yay!

*hands DF a dead chicken*

Gumbo!

So, DF, you're a southern boy too?

indeed i am. Texan boren and raise
*tips cowboy hat*

So, DF, you're a southern boy too?

indeed i am. Texan boren and raise
*tips cowboy hat* Guys are so nice in the south.

So, DF, you're a southern boy too?

indeed i am. Texan boren and raise
*tips cowboy hat* Guys are so nice in the south.Yes we are.

southern manners. cant beat 'em.

I know!

now then, are you still hungry Mad?

Why, yes.

alrite then. i dont think Sparren will mind if we use her kitchen.
*trades cowboy hat for chef hat*
tonight we are featuring our Aligator gumpo, out chicken pot pie, and our fired Turkey legs. anything sound apealing?

actually, im going to turn your dining pleasure over to Lang. im out for the night
*picks up hat and dusts it off*
g'night ya'll
*walks out*

actually, im going to turn your dining pleasure over to Lang. im out for the night
*picks up hat and dusts it off*
g'night ya'll
*walks out*

*knock knowck*
Sparren? you home?