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Nu reparations
Hello folks. I will be incommunicado for the next week, so that means no blog updates. I felt terrible about this, so I’m leaving the first half of a character piece for a new series I’m working on.
This may be the first novel I can package, so you will most likely see a lot more of these two characters coming.
I’ll post the second half when I come back for the nest Evening on the Fireside
“Reeeediculous,” the man said from behind his oily beard, bits of pretzels flying off. He grabbed the brim of his beaten occupational hat and yanked it off.
Nu continued to drink from the Bastard ale, staring at his reflection from the mirror behind the bar.
The trucker grabbed the two crumpled 50’s from the torn fabric bowl and tossed them in the growing pile.
Nu’s eyes tilted at the new cash as he nearly drained the bottle.
The bartender put the two shot glasses on the bar and grabbed a pencil. “Another hundred makes $1,550,” doing the math on a deluged napkin.
Nu shook his shoulders loose before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a roll of green. He peeled sixteen hundred-dollar bills from it, leaving its thickness almost untouched, before he stashed it away. He set them down, neater than if only one bill had been there.
The bartender grabbed a bottle, automatically lining up all four fingers and his thumb in the only dustless spots on the container, and poured two shots.
Nu stood up, pushing the stool back. Every trucker and patron moving back a step before he said, “The extra 50 is for my tab.”
“Here you go,” the bartender said as he held one glass up, and one out.
Nu grabbed the glass, snapped it deftly to its brother and pulled it back for a quick gulp.
A second behind, the bartender took his shot as Nu had already grabbed his bottle of beer and palmed the watermelon sitting on the bar. The one that the barskees had been kind enough to pick ten minutes ago from the patch out back.
Nu hopped back from one foot to the other as he rolled his neck, the people in the bar, continuing to inch back.
The bartender stuck his chin up as he scratched at the fledgling beard that was sprouting.
Nu sighed and said, “Stop trying to be hip, Phil. You look like crap scruffy like that.”
The scratching neared the bartender’s ear as he said, “You’re not nearly as intimidating to your friends as you are to strangers.”
“Oh,” Nu said, reaching 6’5” at the peak of his hop, a couple of scraggly inches of hazelnut hair reaching for the roof, and sitting at barely 5’11” when he rested down to a foot. “We’re friends now, are we?”
“Yep, that we are,” the bartender said, arms folded tightly and crossed.
“Eah, just grab the camera Dr. Phil so I can show these idiots why I’m taking their $1500.” He stopped hopping, and the bar’s air almost froze with immobile lungs.
Phil grabbed the camera which was already locked to a tripod and planted a hand on the bar before he jumped over, threading the two bar stools. Phil threw a smile at Nu before leading him and the group of bargoers out to the front. He passed a giant tree stump scarred and blackened that Nu set the watermelon on and continued in stride.
Nu spun around as he reached twenty feet from the stump and melon as Phil set the camera up off to the right to catch both the stump and Nu.
Truckers and drunkards began encircling Nu, and subsequently Phil and the stump.
The bartender tapped record as he shouted, “You guys should stand away from the watermelon.”
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Hello, folks, and welcome yet again to another edition of Poetry Wed-nes-day
Clicking, flicking, ticking,
A sound must be found
Or else I’m bound for a mound.
A single sockling hugs mocking.
Tapping like the knocking of a sapling
tapping, tap, taps.
Like dripping wax without lapse.
The tune picking up without singing
The ceiling began swirling.
I turned my back on the black.
I grabbed my pillow with an Ack! Just a Knick Knack.
But the sounding kept burning.
No more! I looked at the door.
I whispered, “Willow,” gripping her pillow.
I kept my voice low, shaking her to and fro.
She began to snore, so I shook no more.
I looked at the sock I wore and thought of lore.
Headless horsemen and hairy hobgoblins.
Tortured from both wins and sins.
Always from a woman bore, and clothes tattered they wore.
Vampires, fires, umpires, all build empires.
I should Rappel down the wall; Willow can stall.
They won’t gnaw on my balls!
I should just mess with wires and… spin some tires.
I slip from the bed, from my wife I once wed.
I scratch my armpit as five toes dig into carpet.
The lone sock slides until resistance is met, a toe becomes wet.
I stifle a scream from the toe just reamed, now my toes led.
I grab my other sock and dropped in a lock.
I made my way for the door with the one sock I wore.
I jumped and expected gore, just a deafening snore.
I felt the lock in the sock and wished for a big rock.
I pushed open the door with the one sock I wore.
I looked into the hall and saw a ball against a blank wall,
Though I expected a maw or giant chainsaw.
Mind, think no more, you make my heart sore.
Through the way I slipped, fast as if a dog on my bum had nipped.
Down the stairs, like down a villain’s lairs,
But thought, socks should be worn in pairs to avoid toenail glares.
I swung my sock, now I’m blue lipped. O! My radar just blipped.
Not a new presence, but its lack causing pain in my back,
Looking around, I wonder where was the now gone sound?
If I don’t find it, a mound is certainly where I’m bound.
Stumbling down in black, killing me is not the sound, but its lack.
I flew to the front door in lieu
Of a new sound, feet tapping the ground.
Mine and other’s, catching them I’m bound, now knowing a sound.
For waking me, I’ll make them black and blue and sue!
I opened the door then, expecting to find men.
Absence got me thinking, but from behind me came a blinking.
Turning to an eye winking, flashes of life began flashing.
An arm began to bend, only then did I wish I faced a legion of men.
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Book 1 Chapter 1
Well, folks, I have the first episode worth of blog updates for Sokka, Katara, Aang, Zuko, and Iroh up. I’ll post URL’s at the end of this post, but if you just want to read them without that hassle, here are the posts.
The one-liners are their twitter updates and then the blog/story.
I’m still working on each of their voices and what tense/omniscience I’ll use, but it will smoothen out as I get a couple of episodes in.
Enjoy!
And for the folks who have know idea what I’m talking about, I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
Sokka
Is caught in a mean current
‘s sister is weird
Glowing iceberg, glowing iceberg, GLOWING ICEBERG!
Is suspicious
Is preparing his troops
Book1 Chapter1
Do I have a story for you folks or WHAT! I went out fishing today, it’s no big deal, I’m just feeding my tribe. Some people would call me a hero, but I’m sure you are one of them
Anyways, Katara just had to tag along, so I let her. Now I was doing good. I had this big fish right where I wanted him despite Katara, who kept bugging me and yelling. I was just about to spear it with my patented Sokka Strike, but then Katara soaked me with her creepy bended water.
The next thing I know, we get caught in a current, I won’t make any correlations, but I’m not saying you can’t. We were going so fast. I mean boats on the ocean never go this fast. Luckily for Katara though, I was there, and even though the lost the boat, I got us both on the ice.
Then Katara starts freaking out, and she breaks an iceberg. I don’t mean she stepped on some ice. Her weird waterbending actually broke this huge chunk of ice atleast a hundred penguins tall.
It crashes into the water, causing a wave that almost killed us. After that, a huge chunk of ice came up, floating, but there was a boy actually Inside the ice. Katara just ups and grabs by club and started whacking at the ice. Who whacks glowing frozen orbs of ice with people in it? My sister, that’s who. It explodes and after shielding my sister from the blast, the boy comes walking out of the light.
He passed out, so I checked to see if he was alive, which of course, Katara yelled at me for doing.
Well, the kid woke up, another weirdo, and showed us his massive bison. He said it could fly, which was ridiculous. But I just said he couldn’t fly because my sister didn’t believe the kid, and I didn’t want her to look stupid, after all, she is my sister.
The big ol’ thing covered me in snot though. Gotta say, one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever had happen to me. Not a lot of fun.
He said his name was Aang, but not before sneezing ten feet into the air himself. With all of that weirdness, I tried to go home, but then I remembered we didn’t have a boat. So eventually, Aang and Katara convinced me to go on the bison.
The next day, Katara decided to introduce Aang to my tribe, but as it turns out, he’s an airbender and can fly. Why would you want to fly for? The little kid crashed into my watchtower! Can you call it flying if you just crash into things? I don’t think so.
I decided to take our troops out for some training, but they are very undisciplined. I’ll whip em into shape eventually. They’ll be the pride of the Southern Water Tribe soon. Aang, though, is just one big distraction. After getting my men out of their positions, he ran after a penguin! He’s such a child. Well, I have lots of work to do. A tribe doesn’t just run itself.
Katara
Is fishing with stupid Sokka
‘s brother can’t go left
found a boy in the ice
Book1 Chapter1
Sokka and I went fishing today, and after hours of no catching, I got into an argument with my brother about my waterbending. The thing is though, we got sucked into a strong current. But since Sokka can’t paddle left, our boat got crushed in between two chunks of ice. We could have been killed.
Who would take care of the village if we got killed? I ask you that. I am the glue that holds it together. I’m the current that keeps the water going.
Well, when I was letting some of that frustration go, apparently I unintentionally used my waterbending and broke apart an iceberg. This wasn’t just some iceberg though; it had a boy in it.
I took Sokka’s club and broke the ice. Miraculously the boy was alive and came out, but he collapsed and my stupid brother poked him in the head. I swear he’s soooo immature sometimes.
He just kind of exploded to life and showed us his HUGE bison. He said it could fly, but Sokka didn’t believe him. To be honest, neither did I though.
So his name is Aang, and he was nice enough to give us a ride home. Not flying, but his Bison swam us back to our tribe. The really amazing thing is though, he’s an airbender. I’ve never met an airbender before.
We got back to the tribe, and I let Aang sleep. A few hours later, I got him up to meet everyone though. He really broke the ice with them all when he flew on his staff. It was kind of amazing.
Aang is crazy though, he was playing with the kids of the tribe when he spotted a penguin and chased it. After a few minutes of laughing as he failed to catch one, we made a deal, I teach him how to catch penguins, and he’ll fly me to the Northern Water Tribe so that I can learn waterbending from a master. Obviously, he got the better end of the deal. After all, I gave him a family secret to catching penguins
We went penguin sledding but ended up at the old Fire Nation ship frozen in the ice. It took a little bit of convinceing, but he got me to follow him in. It was so very creepy in there. All kinds of noises and sounds followed us wherever we went.
Aang and I did figure out that he must be a hundred years old though. That’s weird, not even Gram Gram is that old. The only problem is, Aang set off a flare when he stepped on something. Now, it’s just back home for us.
Aang
Is awake and refreshed
Penguins
Penguins
Penguins
Penguin Sledding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ooo, spooky Fire Nation Ship
Is a hundred years old O_O
Book1 Chapter1
I woke up today in the arms of a girl. Her name is Katara and she agreed to go penguin sledding with me. Her brother, his name is Sokka, kept asking me all of these questions though. He seems wound a bit too tight. I broke a toy like that once. Oh, that was a great toy.
Anyways, he didn’t believe me that Appa could fly, but it was kind of funny when Appa sneezed on him. He was completely covered.
Well, I took them back to their home, but Appa couldn’t fly, so he swam instead. After a while, Katara started talking to me. She’s really cool.
She asked about the Avatar, but… but I couldn’t just tell her that I was the Avatar. We just kept going. I don’t know if I should have lied.
I ended up falling asleep and had a really bad nightmare. I was flying on Appa, but then we hit a storm and knocked us into the ocean. The next thing I know, Katara is waking me up to meet her village
They all seemed nervous, until I showed them all how I could fly with my staff. I think Katara was really really impressed. I crashed into some snow though. I don’t think I looked dumb though.
It turns out Katara is a waterbender! That makes her even cooler.
Later that day, I found some penguins and Katara and I went sledding. She wanted me to teach her waterbending, but I can’t do that. Did I tell you guys that I’m an airbender? Well, I’m an airbender. Oh1 I’m taking her to the Northern Water Tribe so she can learn waterbending. It’ll be a lot of fun. Appa should be able to fly by then.-
But then, we found this Fire Nation ship. Katara said that it was from an attack that the Fire Nation sent to their tribe, but that didn’t make any sense, because I’ve been all over the world, and I hadn’t seen any war. Katara thinks I’ve been in that bubble for a hundred years, but can that really be true? She says the war is a hundred years old, so I guess I would have to be.
All of that isn’t even the worst thing though. I kind of set off a boobytrap. We got out okay, but it sent a signal up in the air. I hope no bad guys saw it. Well, we are going back to Katara’s tribe.
Zuko
Is following a light to the Avatar
Is training
Has spotted the Avatar
Book1 Chapter1
While near the Southern Water Tribe, I saw a huge pillar of light. I knew it was him, the one who would restore my honor. I knew I had found the Avatar
While we were heading to the light, my uncle came back to the deck, saying he was going to bed. I can tell he doesn’t think I can capture the Avatar, but I’ll show him. I’ll show all of them.
Then next day, Uncle and I started training again, but he kept me in the basics! It’s ridiculous and infuriating!
At this rate, I won’t be able to beat any airbender, little lone the Avatar.
My ship continued to search the area until dusk when a Fire Nation flare flew into the setting sun. I scanned the horizon and found the Avatar fleeing the vessel. He was fleeing back to the Southern Water Tribe. After all of this searching, all of the training, the shame, I will capture the Avatar. I will restore my honor
Iroh
Mmm, jasmine tea
Will not be able to finish his game and tea
Going to bed
Book 1 Chapter 1
After staring with a kettle of Jasmine and a game, Zuko started us on another wild goose chase, or so I thought.
Hours after seeing the light, I decided to go to bed. I tried to convince Zuko that he didn’t need to continue on with this, but he would not listen to me.
After breakfast and tea, Zuko and I went out on deck for his training. He shows real promise, but he is too stubborn to learn from the bottom up. I decided to take a break with some food, but that was all that happened. I think I will just go back to bed
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
[email protected]
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/zukojourney
[email protected]
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
[email protected]
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
[email protected]
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
[email protected]
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
[email protected]
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Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
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TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
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An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 51
Alright folks, hello, how are ya. I spent the better part of the day setting up a new project.
I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
I don’t know of anyone else doing anything like this, so it should be fun to watch. As the series continues, I will probably add more characters, but for now, it’s just going to be 5 or 6. This won’t be like an episode a day, but when I watch an episode, I’ll write everything up and post it. .I already have 37 episodes on Divo, just waiting to be watched. I actually had 60 something, but a lot of it got deleted.
I think this will help me as a writer, seeing as how I will have to adopt new writing styles for each character.
Here are the characters and their sites. It would be muchly appreciated, and entirely encouraging to get some followers on this.
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
[email protected]
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/princejourney
[email protected]
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
[email protected]
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
[email protected]
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
[email protected]
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
[email protected]
So go friend, subscribe, follow, all of that stuff
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Poetry Wed-nes-day
UNTO ITSELF NOT BEING
Losing coherency.
Every way pulling for stakes.
Pools and lotto’s.
Feet on days of Saturn.
Globs of clay piled on top and on bottom.
Up down, in out.
Concentric cubes.
To make sense is to lose.
To be?
Childs play.
To what!
That is a question.
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
