16 blueprints - moar frustrated dictation

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Stupid. Freaking. CASTLE!

[If one person were sent home every time that phrase was used, then the castle would be undoubtedly empty by now. So what's it done this time that Ted feels a certain need to reiterate his contempt for his current residence?


Furious writing can be heard. Furious, because if Ted had been using the pencil properly and with some amount of delicacy, it'd be very unlikely that anyone except those with keen hearing would pick up the sounds. But no, this time, they ring sharp and clear through the air, the movements so rapid and harsh, one might have thought Ted was having a war with his paper.

They wouldn't have been entirely wrong.]

Ughn... rrrhhhh.... Come on!

[It's obvious that from his lowered tone, that this is one of many accidental recordings of the journal. Perhaps not completely accidental, however. After all, even to hear violent writing (sketching?) so clearly, the book had to be open very nearby, so Ted should be aware of its presence.

And then there's an angered crumpling of paper, a punctuated Augh! as Ted throws it across his room. His breath could be heard, and it was wavering with rage. But when Ted speaks again, there's a hard determination in his tone:]

You're not going to best me, you stupid excuse for a castle... No matter what it takes, I will start designing again. You can't beat passion like this. No. Nothing will snuff out my desire to create. I've been doing this since I was a kid. If you think a few months being design-blocked is going to stop something I've been doing for practically all my life, then you are sorely mistaken, Paradisa!

Puh... Paradisa... More like Helladisa...

Comments

[ectobabble.livejournal.com]

Design-blocked? Geez, that doesn't sound good ...

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Much less being design-blocked for half a year. God, I don't think I've ever been this frustrated in my entire life.

[That might be a slight exaggeration.]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

It has to come back to you at some point, pal. Just gotta wait it out.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

That's my thinking. I mean, I can see substantial things being taken as a loss. Precious items, and the like. But how the hell can you take someone's ability away? And better yet-- how do you prevent them from reobtaining that ability? Because, I swear, if I have to grit my teeth for hours every night to forcefully reteach myself how to design architecture, then that is exactly what I'm going to do.

[Can you tell he's fired up?]

[decibel-chamber.livejournal.com]

Creativity can take a lot o' forms. Ever think o' tryin' somethin' different? It ain' like we're lackin' fer free time here.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Hah. Try something different. While I'm at it, how about I learn how to sprout gills and breathe underwater, too?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Helladisa, huh?

Whenever I can't think of anything, I sit outside and try to draw what's in front of me.

dictated;

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Well, you can't say that it really deserves the name Paradisa.

Draw... what's in front of me.

[...]

Oh man, that's it! All I have to start with is the blueprints for the actual castle.

[...which is actually possible for him to do, considering his loss is only that he can't create new designs, or even really add on to existing ones. But Ted doesn't know that.]

Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

Whoa, Ted? You okay?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Never been better!

[Reason why he's suddenly so chipper? He took Lloyd's advice (http://paradisa.livejournal.com/13625858.html?thread=829925890#t829925890).]

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

[]

Helladisa does seem to fit this place better.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Don't laugh at his pain, Rook!

Although he does chuckle a little himself at his friend's reply.]

Hey, Rook, how's it going?

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Helladisa. I like it.

You okay over there?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah, it's cool. Just was, um. A little frustrated.

[BUT ONLY A LITTLE]

How you doing, Kat?

Written

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Whoa. Shiki's never seen Ted like that. So she takes up a nearby pencil, and just writes in smallish handwriting...]

Is everything okay?

Re: Written

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[He almost misses the little writing!]

Uh, yeah, yeah. [Amusement!] Who's this?

[encourage]

... Your loss?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He pauses, considering.]

You ever try talking, Sakura? I mean, I know your voice is your loss, but-- have you maybe tried getting others to look at it, see if it's something with your voicebox?

[ectobabble.livejournal.com]

Design-blocked? Geez, that doesn't sound good ...

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Much less being design-blocked for half a year. God, I don't think I've ever been this frustrated in my entire life.

[That might be a slight exaggeration.]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

It has to come back to you at some point, pal. Just gotta wait it out.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

That's my thinking. I mean, I can see substantial things being taken as a loss. Precious items, and the like. But how the hell can you take someone's ability away? And better yet-- how do you prevent them from reobtaining that ability? Because, I swear, if I have to grit my teeth for hours every night to forcefully reteach myself how to design architecture, then that is exactly what I'm going to do.

[Can you tell he's fired up?]

[decibel-chamber.livejournal.com]

Creativity can take a lot o' forms. Ever think o' tryin' somethin' different? It ain' like we're lackin' fer free time here.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Hah. Try something different. While I'm at it, how about I learn how to sprout gills and breathe underwater, too?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Helladisa, huh?

Whenever I can't think of anything, I sit outside and try to draw what's in front of me.

dictated;

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Well, you can't say that it really deserves the name Paradisa.

Draw... what's in front of me.

[...]

Oh man, that's it! All I have to start with is the blueprints for the actual castle.

[...which is actually possible for him to do, considering his loss is only that he can't create new designs, or even really add on to existing ones. But Ted doesn't know that.]

Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

Whoa, Ted? You okay?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Never been better!

[Reason why he's suddenly so chipper? He took Lloyd's advice (http://paradisa.livejournal.com/13625858.html?thread=829925890#t829925890).]

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

[]

Helladisa does seem to fit this place better.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Don't laugh at his pain, Rook!

Although he does chuckle a little himself at his friend's reply.]

Hey, Rook, how's it going?

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Helladisa. I like it.

You okay over there?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah, it's cool. Just was, um. A little frustrated.

[BUT ONLY A LITTLE]

How you doing, Kat?

Written

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Whoa. Shiki's never seen Ted like that. So she takes up a nearby pencil, and just writes in smallish handwriting...]

Is everything okay?

Re: Written

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[He almost misses the little writing!]

Uh, yeah, yeah. [Amusement!] Who's this?

[encourage]

... Your loss?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He pauses, considering.]

You ever try talking, Sakura? I mean, I know your voice is your loss, but-- have you maybe tried getting others to look at it, see if it's something with your voicebox?