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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-08-30 01:40 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-08-30 01:40 am
Something actually happens! Sort of.
Obligatory angst moment: aaugh, brother going back to school tomorrow morning! Augh. Augh. Sorrow! (My classes resume - well, these classes will be new, but school resumes - Tuesday. This is apathy.)
That aside.
I have been working on this thing for almost sixth months. You'd think I'd've actually got somewhere with it by this point, wouldn't you? I suppose this would work better if I didn't spend nine tenths of my writing time telling myself I am useless at everything (I fail at self-esteem!) and the one remaining tenth fritzing out over how it doesn't match up perfectly with reality (what, no, really?).
After his third time in for repairs, Mirage gave up on anyone realizing the problem and coming for him. He sulked in the parking lot, blaring his displeasure for everyone in the vicinity to hear, but even watching Clarkson rage about had lost its appeal.
He was a bit surprised, though, when he was taken out later in the afternoon. Clarkson was talking to himself again. Mirage kept a minimal focus on the man's voice, noting absently that he seemed a bit more upset about the recent alarm than usual. Whining and pleading, no doubt. Primus, what wouldn't he give to just be back at base with some fresh Energon -
His daydreaming was interrupted as a pair of black cars pulled close behind him and stuck there. Clarkson noticed them as well and, accepting their proximity as a challenge, drove faster. He didn't shut up, Mirage noted regretfully. The two stayed on him, though, and after it became apparent they weren't going to go away, Mirage turned his sensors back towards them curiously. Was this another of those odd games humans played? The three of them were the only vehicles he could detect, and Clarkson didn't seem particularly worried about any of it, did he?
" - back to Ford," he was saying as Mirage checked to see if he really wasn't concerned. Obviously nothing too bizarre, then. "I can't believe I'm about to do this, but you're-"
Oh, not Ford again. Mirage was saved trying to hold back his exasperation, however, when one of the two cars suddenly pulled up alongside him and matched his pace.
"What does that idiot think he's doing?" Clarkson wondered aloud. Mirage silently echoed the question just before his scanners beeped a warning at him: Decepticons in close proximity.
With rising dread, Mirage realized the information they'd received hadn't been fully correct. Yes, Ravage had crossed the ocean, but he'd brought a friend. Now he'd found both of them, but with a human passenger he could only hope his reformatting would be enough to fool them.
I'd say I want to finish this by the end of the month, but I know there's very little chance of that. Augh.
I am in love with the Pan's Labyrinth soundtrack. I mean, I love it in the movie, but I'm loving it even more now that I can listen to it straight. Everyone should listen to it. (And see the movie.) The lullaby is incorporated into, what, every track, but it's done so well that is never really gets old. It helps that the lullaby is beautiful and a bit haunting even on its own, of course.
That aside.
I have been working on this thing for almost sixth months. You'd think I'd've actually got somewhere with it by this point, wouldn't you? I suppose this would work better if I didn't spend nine tenths of my writing time telling myself I am useless at everything (I fail at self-esteem!) and the one remaining tenth fritzing out over how it doesn't match up perfectly with reality (what, no, really?).
After his third time in for repairs, Mirage gave up on anyone realizing the problem and coming for him. He sulked in the parking lot, blaring his displeasure for everyone in the vicinity to hear, but even watching Clarkson rage about had lost its appeal.
He was a bit surprised, though, when he was taken out later in the afternoon. Clarkson was talking to himself again. Mirage kept a minimal focus on the man's voice, noting absently that he seemed a bit more upset about the recent alarm than usual. Whining and pleading, no doubt. Primus, what wouldn't he give to just be back at base with some fresh Energon -
His daydreaming was interrupted as a pair of black cars pulled close behind him and stuck there. Clarkson noticed them as well and, accepting their proximity as a challenge, drove faster. He didn't shut up, Mirage noted regretfully. The two stayed on him, though, and after it became apparent they weren't going to go away, Mirage turned his sensors back towards them curiously. Was this another of those odd games humans played? The three of them were the only vehicles he could detect, and Clarkson didn't seem particularly worried about any of it, did he?
" - back to Ford," he was saying as Mirage checked to see if he really wasn't concerned. Obviously nothing too bizarre, then. "I can't believe I'm about to do this, but you're-"
Oh, not Ford again. Mirage was saved trying to hold back his exasperation, however, when one of the two cars suddenly pulled up alongside him and matched his pace.
"What does that idiot think he's doing?" Clarkson wondered aloud. Mirage silently echoed the question just before his scanners beeped a warning at him: Decepticons in close proximity.
With rising dread, Mirage realized the information they'd received hadn't been fully correct. Yes, Ravage had crossed the ocean, but he'd brought a friend. Now he'd found both of them, but with a human passenger he could only hope his reformatting would be enough to fool them.
I'd say I want to finish this by the end of the month, but I know there's very little chance of that. Augh.
I am in love with the Pan's Labyrinth soundtrack. I mean, I love it in the movie, but I'm loving it even more now that I can listen to it straight. Everyone should listen to it. (And see the movie.) The lullaby is incorporated into, what, every track, but it's done so well that is never really gets old. It helps that the lullaby is beautiful and a bit haunting even on its own, of course.