On the tube home, I sometimes come up with stories for a book to write.
I never write them down, but I always think they're pretty cool.

Today's story I made up is in replies.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 20:49, 15 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Untitled - Chapter One
It was a long hard day, just finished. On the way home, went to the chinese on Chase Side. His stomach has plagued him recently, the change of weather always set him off. He was never quite as fixed as the promise implied after the operations. Soup was in order of the day, he settled on a Won Ton soup and some grilled dumplings. Shit, it would have been cheaper to go for a meal deal, but he hated the wastage, can't stand walking past the men sleeping by the side of farringdon station, thinking about how they've got to spend the night in the cold, and then him throwing away good food.

With the white bag in hand, he walked down and past the 24 hour megastore of ASDA into Chelmsford Road, a simple unassuming suburban road, typical flats and houses of the 60s lined this road. Nobody chooses to live on this road, not since it became the stomping ground for the yearly intake of school leavers turned c-class drug pushers.

He looked up from the ground he was staring at as he walked down the path, from the four pairs of nikes to the four pairs of oversized jeans to the american sports tops. They were speaking to him but he didn't catch the words said, he took out his headphones and looked at the boy talking to him.

"Sorry mate, what was that?" he said, words untrembling.
"I said, you got the time?" the lead boy replied.

He knew the time, it was the same time as when he walked pass every week day for the last three months, it was an hour after he left work, it was 7:30, maybe 7:45.

"Yeh', about 7:30"
"Are you sure boss?"
"I'm pretty sure"
"Best check on that boss, I don't wanna be late"
"7:30 give or take 10 minutes"
"You wanna check your watch? You got a watch? If you ain't got a watch, it'll tell you the time on your phone,"

He knew what was coming, he had heard the same story with different players plenty of times. It was then that he notice the fear in the boy's face. From down his jacket sleeve appeared a stannly knife, the boy had it, but he wasn't prepaired to use it, he could tell.

"Check yo' phone blud, yo' wanna be sure, yahgetsme?"

It was then the smile appeared across the man's face, a small smirk on the left hand side of his cheek, he stared at the boy and said simply. "Are you hungry?"

The boy knew exactly what the man meant, his own father had repeatably told him his problem is that he isn't 'hungry enough', that if he was hungry he would get off his god damn arse and find himself work. His father didn't know the boy was taking home more money in a week than the father was in a month. He kept it quiet as he knew he would never see it. His father would never take his waste of a son being a principal earner in the household. He never questioned how his son had the latest nikes, dont' ask, don't tell.

"Yeh', starving, always a hungry man, real hungry for sure, you get me?"
"It's good for a young man to be hungry, keeps him searching for food, are you a hunter gatherer?"

This appealed to the boy's sense of ego, the boy was lapping up the praise. "Yeah' man, proper Bear Gryls shit, I'm the Urban Andy McNab. Ain't no fuckin' artic conditions gonna keep me from ma' pray."

"When was the last time you ate?" said the man.
"I eat every day, three square meals, maybe more... yahgetsme? Eat like a king. Don't matter what I'm eatin', skets and pricks, don't care, cunts probably got insurance."

His friends liked that one, they hollared "Yeah' blud" and "yeah' boy". But the boy stood unfazed, he stood standing strong, his confidance fueld by his ego, his ego fueled by the man standing before them. The group of boys were now in a jovial yet threatening mood, they could see this man had something about him, something they didn't expect.

Within a moment the man was on the floor, his face was cut up and his ears and head was screaming. There was a deafening sound, a constant ringing. Disorientated, he didn't have a clue what had happened. Where was the boys? Why was he on the floor? Car alarms up and down the street were singing their distress.

He got to his knees and turned around to see the ASDA in flames in the distance. It was then he knew for sure what he read on the internet earlier in the day wasn't a hoax.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 20:49, Reply)

i feel like i'm completely missing something here
edit: I quite like this, if you add to, please send it to me xxx
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:08, Reply)

I think I'll do updates every few days on here, maybe =)
What bits are you missing? Some of it is using kindda london street lingo, which might not translate well.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:18, Reply)

nah, just the last line threw me for a bit, wasn't sure if you were going based on something that actually happened or not

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:22, Reply)

Ahhh', nah', it's just the beginning of a story I made up =)

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:33, Reply)

i like it
totally clicking
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:37, Reply)

=)

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:41, Reply)

oh lol
Asda's burning down - Badger's going to leave you, you know.
( thealternativefact, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:34, Reply)

Backup Subway and Sweet Shop (don't think she's been there yet), plus now she's seen the delights of Sushi, there is no going back.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:39, Reply)

Subway smells.
However, the sushi place is probably enough of a draw.
Stop fannying about and book your hotel.
( thealternativefact, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:41, Reply)

I got the office doo that weekend which I really should go too as I ain't been social with the office yet.
And I can't take the monday off 'cus we've just taken on a shitload of work.

=(((
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 22:13, Reply)

oh man i cant read all that
how are you pp
( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 20:57, Reply)

Alright R?
Not to bad thanks, doing some really amazing stuff at work, currently converting six german websites into a new system... but they're written in Pearl (a language I don't know) and a custom language that they made just for these sites (which I also don't know, 'cus I've never come across it before).... but I know the database used in the old forrmat and ...... blah' blah blah', but it's impressive work, and all the content is in german.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:02, Reply)

haha have you had a SPanta?

( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:06, Reply)

Hah, nah', but really calmed down the usuals so I ain't so dazzed.
My stomach stuff has been playing up over the last few weeks though, so I'm well shattered, but I'm more copus-mentus.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 21:12, Reply)