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paradisalost2011-09-11 10:46 pm
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16 blueprints - moar frustrated dictation
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...
[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...
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Did you solve your design problem?
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[So smug.]
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[] Mind sharing?
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And smugger still.Arrow-drawing time! (http://paradisa.livejournal.com/13625858.html?thread=831303682#t831303682)]
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Solving your creativity problems by drawing the thing that's causing them. That's pretty clever, architect.
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..Hey, Rook, do you know what your loss is?
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At least I think I do. Still not really sure if it's just me or the castle, though.
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You know that feeling you get when you forget something but it's right on the tip of your tongue?
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Now imagine if that were your memories instead.
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Rook. You got anybody you know here that remembers what you forgot?
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No, but I have an idea on what it is.
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What is it?
[A brief pause.]
If you don't mind me asking.
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[Ted Mosby]
I think it's mainly focused on memories from before I joined the service.
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Not sure where it starts or where it ends, but... it feels like there's stuff missing. Stuff I should know about but don't.
Rookie
What do you remember from before then?
Ted Mosby
Gets even worse if I try to put all of my attention towards it.
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Rookiiiiie Forevveeerrr
Trying to just remember isn't going to cut it, so-- try piecing together what you know. What you think might have happened. Who knows-- your intuition might be right on track.
Ted Mosby forever and ever and ever!
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... No different from what I have been doing lately, but I'll start writing things down. See if that helps.
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