I write a bit, but not nearly as much as my friends, and not nearly as much as I'd like to. I was bored the other day so I just wrote this randomly. It has no context, nor a plot.
Silhouetted by the sun's ascent, Darwin ducked under a pipe, and scrambling
forwards, got back up to his feet. He continued running, making large, light
strides. He glanced behind him briefly and swore audibly as he ran. The men
pursuing him were still doing so- they had not been outrun, not yet anyway.
Darwin ducked left into a small alleyway between two tower blocks. A rusty and
aged exterior stairwell snaked up the side of one of the towers. Darwin began
to run up them, one flight at a time. Looking down at his feet as he clambered
the shaky metallic staircase, He saw his pursuers following. They weren't
fooled by his 'disappearing' act. It was such a movie cliche, but sometimes it
worked. With a grunt Darwin hauled himself up the final flight of stairs, onto
the roof of the tower block.
'Fuck.' He cursed.
He looked around for a few seconds, taking in the surroundings... there was a
shorter building to his left, but it was a fifteen, maybe twenty foot drop, he
wouldn't make that. In front of him lay a large park- not even a possibility.
To his right there was another tower block, but that lay across the road, it
was a good 10 meters, and even Darwin couldn't jump that far. He looked behind
him the way he came. Across on the other side of the alleyway was the second
tower block. Darwin knew this area- on the other side of that tower block were
a string of old flats from the 1970's, all the same height, and a good escape
route. The skyscraper was large and glassy and modern. Each of its four sides
were made of thick mirrored glass, so that it reflected the surroundings around
it. It also reflected the sky, and on this dawn that left it with a huge white
and yellow spot on the side facing Darwin. From this reflection he knew the sun
had come over the horizon just enough cast its light on the skyscraper roof.
He took his pistol out of the inner pocket of his coat, and clicked the safety
off. Darwin had never used a gun before, not for real. He had never needed to,
he always outran whoever was chasing him. But not this time. He aimed at the
skyscraper that lay before him, at the window opposite him, where the the
reflection of the sun silhouetted his own. Darwin pulled the trigger, and the
recoil jarred him a little, but his aim was good. He clicked the safety off and
put the gun away before glancing at the window. A jarred, jagged spiderweb of
cracks split the window, culminating in a small bullet hole. Where the cracks
ended, the window pane began.
Darwin looked down briefly at his shadow, which lay tall in front of him. No.
Ahead of him. Darwin took a deep breath and ran, just as his pursuers, guns
bared like metallic teeth, came to the top of the stairs. Darwin ran, and
crouched a little as he came to the edge of the roof, before springing his legs
up and bringing himself into the air.
His pursuers fired their guns, and gunshots shredded the relative calm of the
morning. A cacophony of metallic bangs that jarred and rolled into one another,
so that they were in fact indistinguishable to each other, and were simply part
of a group. Bullets flew everywhere in Darwin's direction, splaying into the
pristine glass panels of the skyscraper, creating unnatural spidering cracks
just as Darwin had done seconds before. Darwin flew into his target, and the
cracked panel gave way completely and smashed, raining down glass upon the
still mobile Darwin.
Darwin landed into a roll and came up to his feet with only a slight stumble.
None of the bullets had hit him. He was in a hallway. He continued to run,
until he came to an staircase at the end of the hall. He ran a flight, then
another, and then he was at the right level. He came to the window facing
westwards, away from where he had come, and opened it. It was a large window
and gave Darwin little trouble as he climbed out onto the ledge. The opposite
block of flats lay about four metres below hima and around five in front of
him.
Darwin leapt, flew through the air, and landed into a shoulder roll. The
landing swift and without problems. He followed the roll through until he was
back on his feet, and carried his momentum onwards as he ran across the
rooftop. The city lay sprawled before him. It was his playground, full of
danger, but beautiful. It was alive, this city. It had a heart, it had a soul.
It was a home. Of sorts.
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Snow Day Shenanagins
We had a snow day. A goddamn snow day, bitches!
We never get snow down here in rainy old Portsmouth- only about once a year, for one day, does it snow- and it mostly doesn't settle. But this time it was great. Everyone was damn excited on Thursday, as the weather calmly predicted 'Heavy Snow and temperatures of -2 Degrees'.
We hoped school would be closed, as here in Britain we're shite at dealing with snow, but unfortunately as confirmed by an email and an update on the school website that evening, school was open as ever.
The next day I woke up, hoping that shit had went down in the night and it would be all snowy. Nope. There wasnt't any snow... until around 7:30AM, when it did begin to snow. Lightly at first... then heavier. By the time I left for school at 8:15 there was a modest layer of snow settled on the ground. Fuck yea!
Sooo... get to school and its clear (to me at least) that this establishment will not be open al lhours to day. Not a bloody chance.
So, first lesson we do nothing cause we are just staring out the window... second period is PE, i forgot my kit so just chatted all lesson. This takes us to first break, and My Friends and I were pissed at being kept in school. We asked our buddy, the head girl, to use her head girl leverage or whatever to get us released. She sought out Mr. Marande, one of the senior teachers, and get him to let us go or... something.
She came back. 'I know something I'm not supposed to,' She grinned, 'Right, shhhh, don't tell anyone: We're being sent home in period 3.' There was a unanimous cheer.
We were let go in period three as was said. Our group of friends essentially split into two; the girls and the boys. Us lads went between each others houses, ending up at the furthest from school; at Ollie's house.
The girls arrived a little later and we headed to the nearby park, where we got into a fun snowball fight with about 5 random kids our age. There were about 15 of us so we kicked their asses, then they came back with a bunch of really, really, really chavvy 12 year-olds.
Needless to say these tiny twonks were rude as heck. The 15 year olds left, I dunno where they went, but that's when shit went down. Some of our friends, some of the girls, didn't want to be in the snowball fight so they just sat at the back out of the way, but the kids were throwing snowballs and slurs at them anyway. They were on the other side of a fence that was just above our waist height, eventually it gets worse and worse, these kids yelling swears at us like there was no tomorrow, there were n-words and c-words aplenty. So we crossed the fence, and we mostly stopped throwing them at them, but they were still throwing them, point blanc, at us. At this point a few of us left. These kids were absolute bumheads, and one- lets call him Boston, because that's his name- was getting roper lairy. Someone said something about his mum, or some other juvenile insult, but he'd got quite pissed.
Bloody kid came up to my friend George, and like squared up to him, and we all creased up, because he was only half of Georges height, and George was just grinning. One of my friends Lewis was kind of egging him on a bit, but things were still perfectly under control. So we turn to leave, and Boston runs up and pushed Lewis to the floor.
At this point Ollie flips this fuck out. He screams at this tiny prick, lifts him up and floored him, then booted him in the stomach, followed by another boot in the stomach from Lewis. These kids were quite shocked at this, it was pretty funny- He had it coming.
So we left the park and went back to Ollie's. A few minutes later a few more of us got back... but there were two of us still unaccounted for. We were all a little worried, so I called the two up, and some serious shit went down, and the police were involved or something. So me, Ollie, Lewis, and Ollie's Dad made our merry way back down the road to the park, where we came upon a Police car and an Ambulance. We had a quick chat with the Policeman, he was very helpful and all, and basically what had happened was Boston's crazy Grandmother had come along and called The Po Po. The Police guy told us it was daft and they shouldn't have been called, and bam, the exciting malarky was over. Then we went to the shop, and it wasn't open so we had to go to the co-op instead, and it was more expensive there.
But I brought:
16 Jammie Dodgers,
Haribo Starmix
Bassetts Jelly Babies,
Drumstick Gummies,
Double Decker,
and something else but I forgot.
The End.
We never get snow down here in rainy old Portsmouth- only about once a year, for one day, does it snow- and it mostly doesn't settle. But this time it was great. Everyone was damn excited on Thursday, as the weather calmly predicted 'Heavy Snow and temperatures of -2 Degrees'.
We hoped school would be closed, as here in Britain we're shite at dealing with snow, but unfortunately as confirmed by an email and an update on the school website that evening, school was open as ever.
The next day I woke up, hoping that shit had went down in the night and it would be all snowy. Nope. There wasnt't any snow... until around 7:30AM, when it did begin to snow. Lightly at first... then heavier. By the time I left for school at 8:15 there was a modest layer of snow settled on the ground. Fuck yea!
Sooo... get to school and its clear (to me at least) that this establishment will not be open al lhours to day. Not a bloody chance.
So, first lesson we do nothing cause we are just staring out the window... second period is PE, i forgot my kit so just chatted all lesson. This takes us to first break, and My Friends and I were pissed at being kept in school. We asked our buddy, the head girl, to use her head girl leverage or whatever to get us released. She sought out Mr. Marande, one of the senior teachers, and get him to let us go or... something.
She came back. 'I know something I'm not supposed to,' She grinned, 'Right, shhhh, don't tell anyone: We're being sent home in period 3.' There was a unanimous cheer.
We were let go in period three as was said. Our group of friends essentially split into two; the girls and the boys. Us lads went between each others houses, ending up at the furthest from school; at Ollie's house.
The girls arrived a little later and we headed to the nearby park, where we got into a fun snowball fight with about 5 random kids our age. There were about 15 of us so we kicked their asses, then they came back with a bunch of really, really, really chavvy 12 year-olds.
Needless to say these tiny twonks were rude as heck. The 15 year olds left, I dunno where they went, but that's when shit went down. Some of our friends, some of the girls, didn't want to be in the snowball fight so they just sat at the back out of the way, but the kids were throwing snowballs and slurs at them anyway. They were on the other side of a fence that was just above our waist height, eventually it gets worse and worse, these kids yelling swears at us like there was no tomorrow, there were n-words and c-words aplenty. So we crossed the fence, and we mostly stopped throwing them at them, but they were still throwing them, point blanc, at us. At this point a few of us left. These kids were absolute bumheads, and one- lets call him Boston, because that's his name- was getting roper lairy. Someone said something about his mum, or some other juvenile insult, but he'd got quite pissed.
Bloody kid came up to my friend George, and like squared up to him, and we all creased up, because he was only half of Georges height, and George was just grinning. One of my friends Lewis was kind of egging him on a bit, but things were still perfectly under control. So we turn to leave, and Boston runs up and pushed Lewis to the floor.
At this point Ollie flips this fuck out. He screams at this tiny prick, lifts him up and floored him, then booted him in the stomach, followed by another boot in the stomach from Lewis. These kids were quite shocked at this, it was pretty funny- He had it coming.
So we left the park and went back to Ollie's. A few minutes later a few more of us got back... but there were two of us still unaccounted for. We were all a little worried, so I called the two up, and some serious shit went down, and the police were involved or something. So me, Ollie, Lewis, and Ollie's Dad made our merry way back down the road to the park, where we came upon a Police car and an Ambulance. We had a quick chat with the Policeman, he was very helpful and all, and basically what had happened was Boston's crazy Grandmother had come along and called The Po Po. The Police guy told us it was daft and they shouldn't have been called, and bam, the exciting malarky was over. Then we went to the shop, and it wasn't open so we had to go to the co-op instead, and it was more expensive there.
But I brought:
16 Jammie Dodgers,
Haribo Starmix
Bassetts Jelly Babies,
Drumstick Gummies,
Double Decker,
and something else but I forgot.
The End.
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Christmas
Merry Christmas Everybody.
And have a Happy New Year, when it gets here.
I haven't got much to say, but I thought I'd post something, or it gets stale y'know? Also, I'm bored so it gives me something to do. Crimbo, as my Nan calls it, is the most wonderful time of the year. Presents, whoop! Well I got some good ones, including my Parents promising me 80 big ones towards a new bass guitar of my choosing. Well I've already had a firm decision in my mind I'm after the Hofner Ignition Bass (http://www.thomann.de/gb/hoefner_ignition_beatles_bass_v_bundle.htm), so hopefully I can save up for that shizzle by March. Also, on account of me drumming for a good 4 1/2 years my parents agreed to get me a nice new drum kit, which is great as the one I currently have is, no offence to my parents, a piece of crap. March is gunna be good.
That's all I really have to say. Well, all I have to say that I'm willing to put up here on this blog.
Good day, and a very, very merry Christmas to all,
Elliott
And have a Happy New Year, when it gets here.
I haven't got much to say, but I thought I'd post something, or it gets stale y'know? Also, I'm bored so it gives me something to do. Crimbo, as my Nan calls it, is the most wonderful time of the year. Presents, whoop! Well I got some good ones, including my Parents promising me 80 big ones towards a new bass guitar of my choosing. Well I've already had a firm decision in my mind I'm after the Hofner Ignition Bass (http://www.thomann.de/gb/hoefner_ignition_beatles_bass_v_bundle.htm), so hopefully I can save up for that shizzle by March. Also, on account of me drumming for a good 4 1/2 years my parents agreed to get me a nice new drum kit, which is great as the one I currently have is, no offence to my parents, a piece of crap. March is gunna be good.
That's all I really have to say. Well, all I have to say that I'm willing to put up here on this blog.
Good day, and a very, very merry Christmas to all,
Elliott
Friday, 14 December 2012
Last Week of School
So, another term down, and its the last week of school before the (unusually late) Christmas Holidays. Christmas is great, you gotta love it. Great films on T.V. for about three weeks, its good.
Anyways, the revision pressure stuff is piling up, I've got the following exams in January:
English Lit, English Lang, Chemistry (Unit 2), Geography (SDME), Maths (Methods), Maths (Applications),
So that'll be fun. Its worth it in the long run. I've applied to college, got in, no problems there. I'm taking Physics, Maths, English Language and Philosophy. That should be amusing. Most of my friends are going to the same college as me, only a select few aren't. As I've said before, I bloody well love music, and I've played in some school band stuff, which is alright, but hopefully I'll be in a proper band soon. Me and two of my friend have 'started' a band, we haven't actually done anything yet, but we will.
Speaking of my friends, this year I met a bunch of new people, new friends. Our groups of friends all had one friend in common, Heather (http://till-you-reach-the-sun.blogspot.co.uk/), and we started a Facebook chat to organise a BBQ down on the beach for her birthday, that was in... umm.. about early August or late July, i cant really remember exactly. Anyway I cant remember what happened after that, but we all sort of became best buddies. Fast forwards 4 months and we're thick as thieves so much so that we're known as 'The Incest Group' in our school, since we're so close people forget we aren't related, then get freaked out when we stared pairing up... or something. I don't know, that was how it was explained to me. Yeah, well... Long story short: The Facebook chat now has over 117,000 messages.
Time is a wonderful, powerful and mysterious thing isn't it? I can literally barely remember the days before being friends with all these guys, and It really is like I've know them forever, but we've actually only been buddies for four months... I hate being totally clichéd but it really does feel like yesterday that it was the first day back at school...
Goodnight,
Elliott
My good friends:
http://till-you-reach-the-sun.blogspot.co.uk/
http://just-add-deenie.blogspot.co.uk/
http://oaatbreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
http://make-believe-land.blogspot.co.uk/
Anyways, the revision pressure stuff is piling up, I've got the following exams in January:
English Lit, English Lang, Chemistry (Unit 2), Geography (SDME), Maths (Methods), Maths (Applications),
So that'll be fun. Its worth it in the long run. I've applied to college, got in, no problems there. I'm taking Physics, Maths, English Language and Philosophy. That should be amusing. Most of my friends are going to the same college as me, only a select few aren't. As I've said before, I bloody well love music, and I've played in some school band stuff, which is alright, but hopefully I'll be in a proper band soon. Me and two of my friend have 'started' a band, we haven't actually done anything yet, but we will.
Speaking of my friends, this year I met a bunch of new people, new friends. Our groups of friends all had one friend in common, Heather (http://till-you-reach-the-sun.blogspot.co.uk/), and we started a Facebook chat to organise a BBQ down on the beach for her birthday, that was in... umm.. about early August or late July, i cant really remember exactly. Anyway I cant remember what happened after that, but we all sort of became best buddies. Fast forwards 4 months and we're thick as thieves so much so that we're known as 'The Incest Group' in our school, since we're so close people forget we aren't related, then get freaked out when we stared pairing up... or something. I don't know, that was how it was explained to me. Yeah, well... Long story short: The Facebook chat now has over 117,000 messages.
Time is a wonderful, powerful and mysterious thing isn't it? I can literally barely remember the days before being friends with all these guys, and It really is like I've know them forever, but we've actually only been buddies for four months... I hate being totally clichéd but it really does feel like yesterday that it was the first day back at school...
Goodnight,
Elliott
My good friends:
http://till-you-reach-the-sun.blogspot.co.uk/
http://just-add-deenie.blogspot.co.uk/
http://oaatbreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
http://make-believe-land.blogspot.co.uk/
The xx, Dec 13th 2012
I saw The xx last night at the Guildhall; They were excellent, really really great. Their music is very slow, and chilled, so I was a bit skeptical as to how they'd be live, y'know, in terms of if they're music was engaging, because The xx's music isn't exactly the kind of music you'd jump up and down to. (Im not *that* well acquainted with their music)
Well anyways, we rolled up at 6:30, queued for about twenty minutes and went in. We were some of the first in, luckily, so we got to be literally at the front. The support act came on, I didn't get their name, unfortunately, as they were quite enjoyable. Best described as... prog-electronic, I guess. Musically they were good, but as there were no vocals they had no mic, and didn't have all that much stage presence to be honest.
So they finished, and whilst we were waiting for The xx to finish being set up and all, one of my friends with me- lets call him Noah, because that's his name- suddenly turned to us and muttered "Guys, I don't feel too good,". He started to sort of fall over a little. At first we thought it was just a ploy to get to the front (He was just behind us) but he was really pale and his pupils huge. So we let him to the front and he started going limp. At this point we were all sort of going "Oh shit, shit, is he okay? Oh bollocks...". Noah fainted.
The security guys helped us lift Noah over the barrier, and they took him off to the side where he was checked over by the medic guy. He regained consciousness almost immediately after, and was fine all evening. Unfortunately for him he lost his space at the front. He still got to see the gig though, just from the back.
Anyway, so after all the kerfuffle The xx come on. Their music wasn't quite the same, by which I mean, it wasn't as slow and chilled. Don't get me wrong, it was slow, and it was chilled, but it was more engaging, in a gig-y way, if that makes sense. So, the bass was loud as a motherflipper- It was great. Big old booms of the electronic drum pads, and loud (but gentle) humming of the bass guitar. Good shizzle. The loudness of the bass, combined with the mellow weeping guitar and Romy and Oliver's calm vocals gave the performance a weird kind of intensity. The setlist was a thorough nineteen songs (bearing in mind The xx only have about twenty songs anyway), encompassing all the crowd-pleasers and whatnot. Musically they were great, performance wise they were great also.
The two singers had great stage prescence, but I felt sorry for poor Jamie stuck at the back in amongst all his electronic drums and gadgets. He didn't really get the attention he deserves for that. They began their first song (Which was not Intro) with a giant white curtain in front of them, which was just about see-through-ish. At the climax of the song it fell down and revealed them, which was pretty badass. Then at their 'final' song the curtain at the back rose to reveal a giant X, which filled with smoke. This was a brilliantly inventive use of effects, it was cool. They came back on for an encore of three more songs, then it was all over. They were great.
8.5/10
'Till next time,
Elliott
P.S. About half way through, this incredibly drunk woman came up near us and began dancing. She then proceeded to literally finger my friend George in the arse- No idea why. Well, I mean, obviously she was drunk, but it was still a bit weird...
Well anyways, we rolled up at 6:30, queued for about twenty minutes and went in. We were some of the first in, luckily, so we got to be literally at the front. The support act came on, I didn't get their name, unfortunately, as they were quite enjoyable. Best described as... prog-electronic, I guess. Musically they were good, but as there were no vocals they had no mic, and didn't have all that much stage presence to be honest.
So they finished, and whilst we were waiting for The xx to finish being set up and all, one of my friends with me- lets call him Noah, because that's his name- suddenly turned to us and muttered "Guys, I don't feel too good,". He started to sort of fall over a little. At first we thought it was just a ploy to get to the front (He was just behind us) but he was really pale and his pupils huge. So we let him to the front and he started going limp. At this point we were all sort of going "Oh shit, shit, is he okay? Oh bollocks...". Noah fainted.
The security guys helped us lift Noah over the barrier, and they took him off to the side where he was checked over by the medic guy. He regained consciousness almost immediately after, and was fine all evening. Unfortunately for him he lost his space at the front. He still got to see the gig though, just from the back.
Anyway, so after all the kerfuffle The xx come on. Their music wasn't quite the same, by which I mean, it wasn't as slow and chilled. Don't get me wrong, it was slow, and it was chilled, but it was more engaging, in a gig-y way, if that makes sense. So, the bass was loud as a motherflipper- It was great. Big old booms of the electronic drum pads, and loud (but gentle) humming of the bass guitar. Good shizzle. The loudness of the bass, combined with the mellow weeping guitar and Romy and Oliver's calm vocals gave the performance a weird kind of intensity. The setlist was a thorough nineteen songs (bearing in mind The xx only have about twenty songs anyway), encompassing all the crowd-pleasers and whatnot. Musically they were great, performance wise they were great also.
The two singers had great stage prescence, but I felt sorry for poor Jamie stuck at the back in amongst all his electronic drums and gadgets. He didn't really get the attention he deserves for that. They began their first song (Which was not Intro) with a giant white curtain in front of them, which was just about see-through-ish. At the climax of the song it fell down and revealed them, which was pretty badass. Then at their 'final' song the curtain at the back rose to reveal a giant X, which filled with smoke. This was a brilliantly inventive use of effects, it was cool. They came back on for an encore of three more songs, then it was all over. They were great.
8.5/10
'Till next time,
Elliott
P.S. About half way through, this incredibly drunk woman came up near us and began dancing. She then proceeded to literally finger my friend George in the arse- No idea why. Well, I mean, obviously she was drunk, but it was still a bit weird...
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Blog Time.
Yo, Word up bitches!
Me: I'm Elliott, I'm a self declared badass and genius. I love watching films, listening to music, and a little bit of reading. I'm loud and blunt, so I sometimes offend people by accident.(Its not my fault though)
I very much love music, If I'm not listening to music Ill be playing it. I play bass and drums, and I'm not too bad at either. I love all genres of music, personal favourites being Outkast, Mumford & Sons, Flight of The Conchords, The Police and The Killers. Live music is pretty much the best thing ever, whether I'm in the audience or the band.
Not much else to say, I'm a pretty regular Mo'fo' to be honest.
- Elliott
(PS, If you got the reference in either the title or the URL, you kick ass. If you didn't, Google them, and enjoy.)
Me: I'm Elliott, I'm a self declared badass and genius. I love watching films, listening to music, and a little bit of reading. I'm loud and blunt, so I sometimes offend people by accident.(Its not my fault though)
I very much love music, If I'm not listening to music Ill be playing it. I play bass and drums, and I'm not too bad at either. I love all genres of music, personal favourites being Outkast, Mumford & Sons, Flight of The Conchords, The Police and The Killers. Live music is pretty much the best thing ever, whether I'm in the audience or the band.
Not much else to say, I'm a pretty regular Mo'fo' to be honest.
- Elliott
(PS, If you got the reference in either the title or the URL, you kick ass. If you didn't, Google them, and enjoy.)
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