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Post by raine on Dec 10, 2005 20:32:46 GMT -5
That was so incredibly lovely! I swear I still think you've had an encounter with him! This Cillian sounds so much like the real Cillian. I had a laughing fit when I read his Uncle Cillian line! lmao! Classic!! 'Cillian Murphy's mate' *sigh* That sounds like a dream come true! But, did ya have to mention his sweetheart!!!?  Let's keep her on the dl, k!? Keep 'em coming Poe! I'm hooked! *throws her a CB* tee hee couldn't have said it better me'self :-P Uncle Cilly? HAHAHAHAHA :-P good work! mwahaha yay for mods beign fans.... absolutely no pressure...  lol |
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 11, 2005 18:03:36 GMT -5
^yeah, no pressure at all Poe! *holds arrow over 'lock' and 'remove topic' button threateningly* *evil grin*
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Post by poegrl on Dec 11, 2005 22:02:47 GMT -5
 *gets back to writing*
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Post by raine on Dec 18, 2005 0:21:19 GMT -5
thats right you better get back to writing! lol.... here how bout this... FRAKENSTEIN PEN?!?!? *cue dramatic music*
*shifty eyes*
*drifts to a shady corner to watch you write* lol
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 22, 2005 19:08:39 GMT -5
OY! Update?
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Post by poegrl on Dec 23, 2005 3:18:55 GMT -5
ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just lost a page and f*cking half OF story!
#*(RO#NFNU&$oi e$rh*(fnnfi&$on fhe*(hjnsre
killme
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Post by poegrl on Dec 23, 2005 4:11:33 GMT -5
He went to the bar and placed the order for the next round. She had disappeared for a moment or two, to the ladies he would guess. In the mean time he kept to the bar while The Stones painted everything black, he could feel his brain floating in his skull while he glanced about the bar. He caught eyes with some bloke at the other end the guy smiled politely and looked back to his drink in hand.
He didn’t think about it to much till about 30 seconds later he felt like he was being watched. He casually scouted bout again seeing if he find the source of his suspicion, and there was the fella at the end of the bar again. He didn't smile this time but looked away as if it where nothing at all.
Kay that could be a bit of something there? He thought it a good idea to maybe find a nice little dark corner to go park himself and sit while waiting for the girl to get back. He paid the barkeep and made his way cross the floor and found one of the booths in the corner and slipped in taking off his sweater putting in the seat next to him. He sipped off his drink and glanced back at the bar to find the fella watching again.
alright, time to take some stock now. He watched him from the corner of his eye. The guy hit the 6' mark easy, dark hair shaggy and light eyes? It was hard to tell. His style was cool and some what bold, "destruct" jeans classic pair of Adidas shoes that looked well loved and warn, a pink dress shirt unbuttoned a ways with a black undershirt of some sort. He looked like a fella who would be in a band, stylish yet comfortable. The guy looked again and was caught, he smiled politely again and turned his back to him this time.
eh maybe he's just interested? He had a little chuckle at that one. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened to him .
Then something came to mind, something he was missing? He looked to his drink, it was half empty, and the one next to it was still full.
Chirst where had she's gotten off too? She'll have a lot of catching up to do at this rate. Then another thought Flashed in his head. The Ex- he saw her stuck in a corner some where with Clean Cut trying to talk to her again. He took a good hard look round the place and finally spotted her, cornered, but not by Clean Cut,
Thank goodness
There was a girl that seemed to be going on and on at great length about something. She saw him over the girls shoulder and made a face of pain and boredom. He smiled and held up both pint glasses,
"you're behind" He mouthed and arched a brow like a disapproving father. She nodded back and impatiently tucked her hair back behind her ear. She was bitting her lips and nodding her head as the other girl kept talking.
He was familiar with the look. It always came to him when interviewing with a million different journalists asking the same question over and over. Acting like you had never heard them and finding it a penetrating question and answering it "sincerely".
She was slipping he could see it in her body language she was twitchy and kept shifting her weight from one side to the other. Then again he couldn't blame her he found himself doing the same kind of thing. He subconsciously tucked his arms in and crossed them tightly watching her and taking on a kind of sympathetic pain. He looked about again scanning the juke box wondering if maybe had any Zeppelin. He caught sight of the fella in the pink shirt and was happy to find that something else had caught his attention now.
caught with his hand in the cookie jar one to many times. He settled into his seat nicely no worries again and he could enjoy his evening. He turned his attention back to her then noticed something a bit odd. He was trying to line it up? Then his attention was brought back to the pink shirt and the direction it was facing. It was her, he wasn't interested in him he as looking for her?
He sat up again, leaning on the table in front of him. He could feel wrinkles on his for head take shape. His eyes shifted back and forth from the fella at the bar to his girl in the corner. The cat watching the hawk watching the mouse.
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 23, 2005 7:32:33 GMT -5
first off: I didn't expect you to update so soon. Thought you'd tease and wait to post again, ya know? Thanks for not doing so!  second: I know how frustrating it is when you accidentally refresh the page and lo and behold, everything has dissappeared! But on the bright side, I was impressed that you wrote everything in one sitting. What did it take you, less than half an hour? *great round of applause from me and..uhh...myself and I* Third: can I just say, I had a huge grin on my face from the moment I read, "Kay that could be a bit of something there?" Only cuz, again, I could actually hear him so clearly in my head, saying it with his Irish accent. The whole bit about how he feels and behaves during interviews was just brilliant! It makes your story that much more realistic. *sigh* My heart always flutters reading this. I picture every expression, movement, and the sarcastic thoughts to himself and I end up biting my own lip. And, it's one thing to read fictions about his characters and completely different when it's about the living breathing man himself! *sigh* yeah, I'm rambling nonsense now... Disregard the last couple of sentences! Am daydreaming again. *a well-deserved Cillian Bar for you m'dear* "The cat watching the hawk watching the mouse. " I loved this quote! |
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Post by poegrl on Dec 23, 2005 13:29:21 GMT -5
well there was more oohhhhh so much more but like I said I lost almost a page an a half and had to go off me brain. and i wanted to leave you with a little sumtin before christmas... who knows maybe there will be a bit of sumtin special in your stocking for x-mas? If you're good and i have time that is? glad you like it. make ya melt a bit latter, yeah? Meet back here in a day or two? *insert evil laugh here* |
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Post by raine on Dec 23, 2005 23:39:01 GMT -5
once again blue has beaten me to my review... sorry abotu the deletion... that realy stinks.. GOOD JOB! *swoon* this is really unhealthy lol
luv ya and keep up the fantabulous job!
-me
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 26, 2005 19:10:03 GMT -5
well there was more oohhhhh so much more but like I said I lost almost a page an a half and had to go off me brain. and i wanted to leave you with a little sumtin before christmas... who knows maybe there will be a bit of sumtin special in your stocking for x-mas? If you're good and i have time that is? glad you like it. make ya melt a bit latter, yeah? Meet back here in a day or two? *insert evil laugh here* I've been good. It's actually pretty cold here, so I could use some melting.  |
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Post by poegrl on Jan 12, 2006 0:07:21 GMT -5
net should be set up in my new place in about 2 weeks or so and I'll have plenty for ya then.
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Post by poegrl on Jan 26, 2006 9:01:16 GMT -5
Cat watching the hawk watching the mouse.......?
Not that he thought of her as a defenseless or anything. Right so not a mouse.
No his girl was not a little mouse , she was more cunning than that, more sleek, a ferret maybe?
He shook his head a little and shut his eyes to keep the world from spinning.
Did he just refer to her as “his girl,” let alone a fekcing ferret?
Think it’s time for some water for you boy.
He made his way over to the bar elbows on the counter running fingers through his hair holding his head, bit of pressure on his temples form the palms. It was getting warm in the pub He could feel the scruff on the back of his neck getting tacky and sticking to the nape of his neck. The barkeep had left a glass of ice water with a bit of lemon twist bobbing just below the ice.
Brilliant, mate, ta.
He took a good long tug off the tall glass, then rolled it over his burning cheek, it felt like the glass was melting against his skin like and ice cube. His attention turned back to the “Hawk” perched at the other end of the bar.
Finally.
She was getting twitchy he could see it her body she knew there was someone watching. Her dark eyes started to scan the room, still talking with the very drunk girl that had her cornered for past couple of minutes.
Come on girl you can do it find ‘em and stare ‘em down with that cold cool glare ya do.
The wait was killing him the few seconds that past was like some slowmotion bit in a bad action film. A smirk had slipped across his lips as he waited and watched for the hawk to fall spiraling from the sky, shot down by his lovely little minx. Then the smirk began to fall away and in it’s place he could feel his eyebrows pull together in a bit of a frown. She didn’t glare, there was no cold glare bullet shot to bring the hawk down. There was a smile, the smile he kept wanting to see all night, beaming through so fast and bright it was almost blinding. She was rushing over to Hawk signed sealed and delivered with a fecking red bow on top. He couldn’t even get off his perch quick enough before she had him pegged right back down with her head nuzzled nicely in his shoulder.
An just where in the hell? Who does this sh*theead think he is? He knew she’s come in wit me, he was lookin’ my way to check her comin’ back from the ladies’, and now.....
He could feel the storm clouds gather in his eyes. Slowly the smirk slipped back into place and he let his head fall back to have a good laugh at himself as he stared at the bras and ties hanging from the ceiling.
My girl, fecking Ferret? Jes’es look at yer self, get all puffed up, over...... Nuttin’?
He took a quick break to the gents to exercise some demons as it where, and splash of bit of water on his mug and clear up his head a bit.
Back in the pub he decided to take a look at the juke box and flip through the selection. Some Doors, Beatles, Stones, Billy Idol. One hand on the top of the machine leaning into it as he fed it some cash. he had gotten to his last selection when a hand tickled his side as it snaked past his ribs and punched in the final song and came back to rest on his chest. He could feel her pressed lightly against his back as she tipped toed to reach his ear.
“Trust me, you want that one..”
He’s spun himself round slowly and leaned back against the box and smiled at her.
“ Do I now?”
She simple nodded her head.
“Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
She slipped her case from her back pocket and pulled out two smokes and handed him one and tugged him along by the bottom of the sweater. HE let her pull him along smoke hanging form the corner of his mouth smiling and shaking his head. They stepped out back again and lit up.
“Your going to make me miss me tunes.”
“Nah silly rabbi,t you can hear it form out hear.”
She propped open the door with a cinder block and went back and sat on the stairs. He tilted his head a bit and heard “Dear Prudence” echoing it’s way back to the patio. His head reaming slightly tilted with a smile as he walked over and took his seat next to her on the stairs.
“Good song.” she flicked some ash from the tip.
“I know.” he took a drag...
“I like the Suzie Sue version better though.”
He stopped hands dropping between his legs smoke hanging form the corner of his lip mouth agape in disbelief.
“Y’re fecking jokin me right?”
She raised and eyebrow and looked back at him very sure.
“No I’m not joking, I like her version of it better. Just like the sound she gave it.”
He shook his head and took the clove from his lip and held it between his fingers while he scratched his head.
“Well nobody’s perfect I guess?”
He smacked him on the arm playfully.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Nuttin’” He smiled a little. “When we fixen’ ta leave ya think?”
She smiled. “In a hurry to get rid of me already?”
“Well after the Dear Prudence ting?....”
She glared at him and he laughed nudged her in the leg.
“Nah it’s not like that, just bit loud, tinkin’ it might be kind of nice to find sumtin’ a bit more quite, sit have some coffee or sumtin’ like it, ya tink?
She took another drag and thought about it a bit. “Yeah I could manage that I think, but I want to hear my song first.”
He nodded, “It’s a deal then, we wait for your song then head out for some coffee.”
They finished their smokes and wondered back in at the tale in end of Zeppelin and the third selection form his dollar came on, her choice. A gritty guitar sang a strong bluesy rift when Janice’s voice sent shock waves through the pub as she taunted everyone to “Come on Come on Come on” He watched her sing along with Janice and her body began to sway. He smiled, she was right it was a good choice. She egged him on to dance when he shook his head and blushed a bit round the ears. She took his hand and dragged him in, he spun her round once or twice before settling in to a steady sway her still singing softy till the very last “if it makes you feel good.” where he surprised her with a little dip that made her laugh again that full body laugh that seem to make every bit of her glow. He brought her back up and she hugged him warmly head nuzzled in his shoulder this time.
How ya like that one eh Hawky boy?
He smiled as she waled back to the both and picked up her coat.....
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Jan 26, 2006 19:44:59 GMT -5
Thank you Poe! Zeppelin, nice touch! This is truely my favorite "Cillian" story. I have no other words cuz I'll just repeat myself (It sounds exactly like him... are you sure you and him aren't friends? blah blah blah). I'm just sitting back with a satisfied grin. *CB* btw... Do the Irish say "ta"? I thought it was "la". or is "ta" your personal touch? |
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Post by poegrl on Feb 3, 2006 0:31:05 GMT -5
He helped her out with her jacket, but only after watching her chase it round a bit like a pup chasing it’s tail. She slipped her other arm through the sleeve he held out for her and fell backwards into his chest resting on the heels of her boots. Her head was titled back staring up at a shy looking moon that kept peeking in about out behind some dark clouds. Her wild curls tickled his face a little and he smoothed them back out of the way, and he watched as her eyes closed and a simple yet lovely smile curled the corners of her lips, ever so slightly.
His hands slid into his pockets as he let her rest against him waiting for the cab. There was a heavy mist out If you moved fast enough felt like a drizzle.
“I must have done something in a past life to get to be here now.”
She slowly pushed herself off of his chest his hand at her elbow to make sure she kept her balance.
“Why’s that?”
She spun around with this look of disbelief on her face
“Are you kiddin’ me?”
There was a bit of a slur still round her words as she looked him in the eye. They were almost back in this light and the street lamps kept putting sparkles in them like fearice little stars.
“ Do you know who are?”
He thought she was joking for a second, but when she didn’t smile back well you understand...
In his ale tinted world he went along with it.
“Well the last I checked I was Cillian, but then again that could change if we run into any more of you’re past boy’s?”
“Na na feck that non since, You are,” She moved in a bit in a attempted whisper, “ You are “THE” Cillian Murphy... So who am I?”
He started to hold back a laugh and chuckled into the sleeve that he had pulled over his hands, apologizing in between breaths and wiping a tear form the corner of his eye. She shoved him and he stumbled back as she tried to go back in for a poke in the ribs, but he had caught hold of her wrists.
“Jesus, give us a minute will ya,” He could barely get it out between laughs and the wrestling in the street. “ fecked if I know, ya crazy bird.”
The heavy mist got thicker and the drizzle turned into rain and she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed as the rain fell. He looked to the sky and watched the rain cut through the orange glow of a the street light. His finger tips traced long the sides of his face back into his hair, He smiled and began to shake his head like a pup fresh out of a bath, and let out a bit of a howl arms out and head back moth opened wide with a smile. She laughed and he stopped and looked her dead in the eye.
“You know who you are?”
She stood there with her arms wrapped round herself, head slightly tilted to one side. He bit his lips in the midst of the downpour, his cheeks going a bit red as he put his hands back in his pockets and walked up to her. He looked down and stood toe to toe and looked her dead in the eye and tilted his forehead to hers so they where touching.
“ You are lovely, and you are the reason why I’m here, in the fecking rain, enjoying the hell out of myself, and doing nothin’, but being me. So, thank you, for being you.”
She smiled and laughed and hugged him, the sound of her voice ringing in his ear. He pulled her close into him while the rain continued to soak them to the bone. He called the cab to the corner and picked her by the waist and carried her to the cab. She squirmed a little and kicked her legs out behind her as she continued to laugh as he set her down and tumbled into the back of the cab. Shivering like drowned kittens in the back seat, she turned and through chattering teeth,
“Where to now?”
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*gets back to writing*
Who does this sh*theead think he is? He knew she’s come in wit me, he was lookin’ my way to check her comin’ back from the ladies’, and now.....