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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 24, 2004 16:38:36 GMT -5
‘I can’t see how a face so beautiful can hide a mind that’s so troubled.’
Good line. I could hear him say that. Kinda freaky. o.O
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 25, 2004 11:14:00 GMT -5
Keira woke with a start, sitting bolt upright with a look of terror on her face. She was in a hot sweat and was breathing heavily, the result of another nightmare about rehab. She couldn’t go back there, she just couldn’t.
Padding to the bathroom she ran the cold tap and splashed water on her face, dabbing it dry with a towel. She gazed at a reflection in the bathroom mirror that she barely recognized. How had she got to this state? She walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water glancing at the clock, which read 3:00am and sighing. Taking out a glass from the cupboard she walked to the sink but instead of turning on the tap she found herself opening the cupboard beneath and withdrawing a bottle. She was in a daze, desperately trying to fight the urge and to regain control of herself. She glanced at the bottle in her hand and snapped back to reality, her eyes filling with horror. Putting the bottle and the glass down on the table, she backed away, keeping her hands behind her back as if at any moment they might betray her and reach out for the poison. She ran back upstairs taking the steps two at a time as her eyes filled with tears. She could barely control her actions anymore. She felt like a robot, stuck on some kind of autopilot. Alcohol controlled her life and she felt like she had no free will left to fight it. She threw herself onto her bed, shaking violently and sobbing bitterly at her own patheticness. She must have fallen asleep because another nightmare about rehab woke her an hour later.
Keira sat up in bed, hugging her knees tight against her chest. The room was pitch black apart from a small beam of light seeping under the door. She shivered and hugged her knees tighter. She couldn’t sleep without having nightmares and yet she didn’t think she could resist the urge to go downstairs for alcohol while she remained awake. Eventually the latter got the better of her and she reluctantly got up. When she reached the stairs something made her turn back, possibly the desperation for an excuse not to go downstairs. Her eyes fell upon the door of Orlando’s room and after glancing back down the stairs longingly she turned to walk towards it. Opening the door just enough to peep round, and seeing that he was asleep, she walked into the room. He was bunched up on one side of the bed, his face covered by his brown curls and as Keira brushed the curls away from his face she revealed a peaceful smile.
“At least someone has pleasant dreams,” she sighed, as she walked round to the other side of the bed and clambered in. She pulled the covers up to her nose and turned to face Orlando, watching him for a while before slumber took hold of her and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
She remembered when she had had nightmares as a kid. She always used to run to her parent’s room and spend the rest of the night snuggled up safely between her mother and father. It was a comfort and a reassurance just to have someone there, someone to fight away the demons in the dreams and someone to make her feel secure.
Hours later Orlando stirred and rolled over, opening his eyes. He frowned and sat up, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Was he still asleep and just dreaming? There beside him, in his bed lay Keira, with her back to him and fast asleep. He peered over to see her face, revealing red blotchy eyes and tear stained cheeks and suddenly felt guilty that he had not been awake to comfort her when she had come in. Glancing down he realised that he was wearing nothing more than his boxers and quickly reached over the side of the bed for a tee shirt. He took the time to look at his watch and seeing that it was only 7:00am he lay back in bed, rolling over to face Keira. He watched her for a few minutes before the temptation became too much and he squirmed over, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling his face in the back of her neck as he drifted back to sleep.
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Post by Reens on Jun 25, 2004 14:51:59 GMT -5
Dope! I missed an update? Sorry babe. Love these lines: >>>She felt warm breath on the back of her neck and turned to be confronted by brown eyes holding pure affection. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww >>> Snapping back to reality she glanced at the bottle in her hand her eyes filling with horror. That was very descriptive. I can picture it. >>> ‘At least someone has pleasant dreams’ This executes her state of mind and her helplessness so well! >>>He lay watching her for a few minutes before the temptation became to much and he squirmed over, wrapping an arm around her waster and nuzzling his face in the back of her neck as he drifted back to sleep. I thought he was going to do something a little more PG and a little less G. Btw.. I am wondering how "far" we can go. With the 'description' because I was thinking of writing something in for Orlando's scandalous ways... Lady Di?
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 26, 2004 14:27:30 GMT -5
“Orlando Bloom!” Keira exclaimed, when she woke to find him breathing down her neck and an arm around her waist. No response. “Hey!” she tried again, elbowing him in the stomach and twisting to face him. In doing so she found herself uncomfortably close to his body but had the freedom to push him away with her hands, which she did. He stirred as he rolled away but did not wake. Keira sat up and stared at his still sleeping figure in amazement. She picked up a pillow and thumped him with it. “Don’t warn the tadpoles!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright and gasping for breath as he turned to face Keira. She looked at him with an expression of surprise and amusement. “Don’t warn the tadpoles?” she repeated, grinning. Orlando shrugged, “I have frog fear,” he explained as Keira looked at him in bewilderment. Amused but slightly concerned about his sanity. Orlando sighed contentedly and lay back into the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he rolled his head to face Keira. On opening his eyes he saw that she was a million miles away, a contemplative look upon her face. “Penny for you thoughts?” he asked, waiting for a response, as Keira came back to the land of the living. She turned to face him and cleared her throat. “What do you think about me going to Uni?” she said, half to herself and half to him. Orlando propped himself up with an elbow and frowned. “I thought you skipped the A levels?” he said, a little confused. “Yeah but I could get a tutor. I’d work really hard; I could get them done in a year. Then I could go to University.” She smiled at the thought, drifting into another daze. Orlando was still confused. “What would you study?” he asked. “I mean you can already act; you have an agent and a career. Why do you need a degree?”<br> “I was thinking of doing English,” she said, again more to herself than to Orlando. She rolled onto her back and gazed at the ceiling, imagining what it would be like. Orlando shook his head in bewilderment, “and let me guess,” he said, jokingly, “you want to do this at Oxford.” He chuckled, making Keira sit up and glare at him. “You don’t think I could do it,” she said, the hurt obvious in her voice. “Silly, little Keira who dropped out of college with no A levels.” She raised her voice, becoming angry. She directed her anger at Orlando but knew that she would later regret it. It was not him she was angry with but herself. “Stupid, dyslexic Keira who couldn’t possibly manage a degree, let alone one in English,” she continued. “Hey, now wait a minute,” Orlando interrupted. “Of course I think you could do it. Hell you could even go to Oxford if you wanted,” his voice matched the volume and intensity of hers and realising that he had startled her he softened. “And I’d help you get there, every step of the way,” he continued. “But Keira I just don’t understand where this is coming from,” he paused. “Why do you want to do a degree in English when you’re already and actress?” he asked, genuinely confused. “Because maybe I don’t want to be an actress anymore,” she growled. “I mean where did it get me?” she said aggressively, pausing but not wanting a response. “I’ll tell you,” she added angrily, “it got me on Internet sites, on posters lusted over by teenage boys. It put me in rehab. A mangy, drunken, suicidal, stupid, good for nothing…” She didn’t finish; Orlando could bare it no longer and had silenced her with a finger against her lips. He wiped away the tears that had begun to fall down her cheek, fighting back his own. “Keira,” he said, his voice strong and reassuring and not despairing as she thought it might be. “You are the smartest, bravest, most beautiful woman I know,” he said, smiling lovingly at her. “You’ve got you whole life ahead of you and with your talent you can do what ever you want,” he sighed as Keira gazed at him in surprise. “I’m selfish Keira,” he said, causing her to frown. “I’ve got used to having things my own way and I’m still getting used to the fact that nothing you’ve done this past year has been your own choice.” He outstretched a hand to wipe away another stray tear from her cheek that had fallen as he was speaking. His hand lingered to tuck her tumbled hair behind her ear and he ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “If you hadn’t filmed Pirates,” he paused as his eyes filled with thoughtful sorrow. “I can’t imaging a world without my Keira,” he concluded and smiled weakly before the hyper active, big kid Orli took the place of sensitive, concerned Orli. “So…” he said, smiling broadly. “If you want to go to Oxford University to study English Literature,” he put on his poshest English accent, “then I think that’s just grand,” he grinned, mischievously. “I might even come with you,” he added, thoughtfully. “Although I might have to do some more A levels. I don’t think they’d be too impressed with my theatre, photography and sculpture combination.” At this Keira laughed and shook her head in despair. “Oh Orli,” she sighed. “What did I do to deserve you?” Orlando grinned and was tempted to say something comical or rude but noticed that there was more to come. “I’m serious,” she continued, “you’re always there to pick me up and make me feel better.” She smiled her gratitude weakly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Orlando’s face fell and he looked away and stood up. “But I wasn’t there,” he said softly. He turned to face her, “when you needed me I wasn’t there,” he repeated, pausing as the guilt he had felt for a year began to pour out. He turned away from her again, not able to look her in the eyes. “I was half way around the world, making some movie,” his voice trailed off and he barely managed to finish his sentence. His eyes were burning and the guilt he felt was overpowering him. Keira sat in silence, stunned by the sudden change in Orlando’s attitude. Why should he feel bad, she thought. She was not his responsibility. “Orlando,” she said, a hint of confusion in her voice. “Sweetie, the mistakes I’ve made in my life…” she paused. “There’s nothing you could have done; anyone could have done.” Orlando turned to face her, as the doubt in his face became sorrow. Keira watched as a single tear escaped his eye, leaving a trail as it made its way down his cheek. “Orli,” Keira almost whispered, getting up and running to his side. “Oh Orli,” she sighed, hugging him tightly. Tears began to fall from her eyes at the mere sight of the pain she had caused him. Her tears of regret and compassion mixed with his tears of guilt as they stood in a tight embrace. After what seemed like an age Keira pulled away. “Look at us,” she chuckled, wiping her palms across her eyes. “What a state,” she sighed. Orlando remained silent, his eyes searching hers with such intensity. If ever there was an opportune moment, he thought, it was now but it was too big a risk to take. “Are you okay?” Keira asked, concerned by the fact that he had not yet moved. She waved a hand in front of his face but got no response. She thought for a minute before kissing him softly on his lips thinking that at least it would get a reaction. Orlando’s eyes went wide before he closed them and returned the kiss. For him it was all over to soon when Keira pulled away and grinned. “Well Mr Turner…” she said, her eyes beaming. Orlando mentally kicked himself, of course it was just an act, how could he have even thought otherwise! “Did you pick up the scripts?”<br> He managed a weak smile, wiping away the sticky tearstains from his cheeks. “Yup,” he replied, wandering over to a table in the room and picking up a brown package. He took a deep breath to regain his composure before turning around. He grinned broadly, “ready to fall in love again, Miss Swan?” he chuckled. “How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth,” Keira smiled sweetly, making them both burst out laughing. “Oh and Orli,” Keira said between breaths and giggles. “I don’t want to go to Oxford.”<br> Orlando sighed, “Oh thank goodness,” he said. “Because, you know, I really think I’d get kicked out in the first semester for not doing my homework or something.” They both started laughing again, as if the laughter itself would cancel out the tears of just moments ago. “Kiss me,” he said, plainly, simply and yet fuelled with so much love that all I could manage was a shy half smile before conceding to his request. I lent forward until we met, the heat from his lips warm upon my own, a contrast to the cold, rough hand he brought to my cheek. When I pulled away to smile at him and I managed to forget. To forgot all that had been, all that inevitably would be, caught in that moment, when nothing mattered but our intimacy. I could see in his eyes that he knew, he was right there with her. For him it was enough, enough to know that I was still there, somewhere inside that mind of turmoil. There was still something there to fight for…<br>
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(Author’s note: all you Buffy fans will have picked up the frog fear and tadpole quote taken from episode 3:9) [/center]
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 26, 2004 14:28:55 GMT -5
Hell, i was hoping for NC-17 but alas, it was not meant to be... yet ;D
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Post by Reens on Jun 26, 2004 14:55:03 GMT -5
*arches a brow* Did you say "YET"
Did I truly hear those words come out of your mouth!!!!! *jumps with joy* YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
elbowing him in the stomach and twisting to face him. In doing so she found herself uncomfortably close to his body but had the freedom to push him away with her hands,
Sigh sigh sigh......... The room temp' dropping with all the sighs!
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 29, 2004 11:17:57 GMT -5
haha, yes in deed. the chapter that i'm working on at the moment i was debating it but i decided to let the readers be all post modern and imaginative, but i'm sure i wont be able to resist for long...
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 29, 2004 11:20:13 GMT -5
Chapter Four His head went under the water as he drew his last breath. Everything went black as he consciously realized that this was it, this was how it was all going to end. Suddenly he saw a girl offering him her hand. He took it and as he did the pain disappeared. He could breath again and the excruciating agony that burnt him from the inside out was gone. He felt light and happy as he stepped out of a sinking corpse into the arms of his angel.It was another glorious sunny day. Keira’s garden was becoming over grown and beautifully natural. The grass was littered with daisies and birds were twittering from all directions. It was mid morning and already the sun was beating down with such heat and radiance that it was necessary to keep getting drinks every hour. Keira and Orlando were out playing in the garden like a couple of little kids. They each had a script in hand and were running around reciting lines and melodramatically acting out the parts of all the characters. Keira jumped up on garden chair and out stretched the hand that wasn’t holding the script, towards Orlando. “I’d die for her,” she said in a deep, manly voice. Orlando ran up to her, grabbing her round the waist and carrying her off the chair. Keira squealed and hit him with her script until he put her down. “That’s my line,” he said, grinning, “and it’s from the last movie not this one.” He glanced at his script, flicking through the pages just to make sure. “I know,” Keira replied, giggling. “But it’s just so much fun to make fun of you.” At this Orlando dropped his script on the ground and chased Keira who was now running away fast. He rugby tackled her and pinned her to the ground. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him as he sat up and straddled her so she couldn’t move. “Two can play at that game,” he said, before putting on his best Keira Knightley voice and saying “Ah Johnny Depp, he’s so sexy and gorgeous.” Keira burst out laughing at his falsetto voice. “I knew it,” she said, “you and Johnny D,” she sighed. “What a cute couple you two make,” Orlando just rolled his eyes. Making Keira laugh even harder and give up the struggle beneath him. “You have to admit you did sound pretty camp just then,” she giggled. She yelped when Orlando leant forward, pressing all is weight on top of her. “I am not gay,” he said sternly, before a mischievous grin spread across his face and as if to prove it he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate but dramatic stage kiss. He rolled over, pulling Keira on top of him and wrapping his arms around her back, before rolling her over again so he was on top but not pressing his entire body weight on her. They broke the kiss to gasp for breath as Orlando trailed kisses down her neck. Keira gasped melodramatically and whimpered “Jack.” She burst out laughing as Orlando grabbed the script from her and began flicking through the pages. “Okay. I am fairly certain, though please correct me if I am wrong,” he paused. “I am fairly certain there is no where in this script where Elizabeth gets it on with Captain Jack Sparrow!” he glared at her as she rolled around in hysterics. “Sorry sweetie,” she giggled, “couldn’t help it,” she said desperately trying not to laugh again. Orlando scowled, “hmm.” He stood up contemplating a sufficient punishment to make sure she learnt her lesson. Glancing around the garden for inspiration his eyes fell upon a watering can and before Keira knew what was going on he had run to get it and she was being sprinkled with water. “Orlando!” she screamed, rolling out of the line of falling water. “Oh so now you remember my name,” he said cheekily. “Although you had probably better say Will when we’re on set.” He grinned at his own joke and didn’t notice Keira dive at his legs, sending him and the watering can flying. He hit the ground with a thud, winded and gasping as Keira ran off with the watering can to a minimum safe distance. She watched from the safety of a tree branch she had climbed, as he remained still and silent on the ground. “I’m not falling for it,” she called from the tree when he remained motionless. No response. “Orlando?” her voice homed slight concern but she was far from convinced. “Sweetie, are you okay?” she called. No response. She clambered down from the tree and ran to his side, kneeling down to make sure he was okay. “Orli?” she repeated, shaking his shoulders in a vain attempt to rouse him. His eyes were closed and his body remained limp and still. “Orlando,” she screamed, her voice full of panic and terror. At that moment Orlando’s eyes opened and he grinned at the figure leaning over him. He rolled her over, lying on top of her in the grass and brushed a strand of lose hair behind her ear. “Shall we try that scene again?” he said, beaming as he pressed his lips against hers in another dramatic and passionate kiss. “Orlando!” Keira squealed, pushing him away from her. “Again sweetie I think you should call me Will. Unless, you know,” he grinned as she hit him playfully. “I was seriously worried,” she said, hitting him again harder. He yelped and brought a hand to the shoulder she had thumped, rolling off her and onto his back. Keira propped her head up with and elbow and glared at him. “I’m sorry. It was just too tempting,” he chuckled, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with an elbow so they could look at each other. He gazed at Keira until her scowl became a smile, grinning as it did. “Will is the luckiest Pirate in all the world,” he said softly after what seemed like an eternity of gazing into her deep hazel eyes. Keira frowned in confusion as she ran the sentence over in her mind trying to understand it. Orlando jumped up and ran off. “I’ll be back bearing ice cream,” he called over his shoulder, as Keira watched him disappear into the house. She chuckled to herself as she rolled onto her back, the warm sun beating down on her face as her thoughts drifted back to what he had said.
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Post by Reens on Jun 29, 2004 13:42:24 GMT -5
Woo hoo new update!
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 30, 2004 3:08:12 GMT -5
The days drifted by as Orlando and Keira enjoyed the quite country life of no commitments or responsibilities. Orlando was beginning to understand why Keira liked it so much. It was something to do with the freedom and seclusion of a non-city life. With the company of Keira, Orlando had not missed his energetic city night life and had got quite fond of the relaxed evenings spent walking in the countryside under the stars, with nothing but wildlife breaking the silence. The thing he liked most about Keira’s adopted lifestyle though, was the irrelevance of time. Here time stood still, it effected and meant nothing. After nearly two weeks with her he could barely remember what day it was; there was no need. Each day they would get up and decide spontaneously what to do with their time. That was something Orlando could get used to, not having any plans or commitments. Living for each day and not worrying about the next.
It was on one of these sunny August days that Orlando came up with the impulsive idea to go sailing. Norfolk was home to the most beautiful broads, a network of rivers and lakes on which people used boats to get around as often as they used cars on roads. The rivers were always littered with little sailing dinghies and friendly locals going about their daily business.
Orlando sat up in his bed and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a grunt of contentment. The sun was shinning through the window as he had forgotten to draw the curtains last night. Radiant energy from the sun seemed to diffuse into him as he jumped out of bed and ran to Keira’s room. She was still in bed and barely awake when Orlando burst through the door and flung her curtains open. Keira cowered under the sheets as the glaring light attacked her eyes.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, a muffled voice under the cover. Orlando pounced onto the bed, diving under the covers until he found her and sat up, creating a little tent as the covers rested on his head.
“You have far to much energy in the morning,” Keira groaned, as she sat up in the little sheet tent and tried to sort out her bed hair. Orlando grinned and started flattening her hair for her and tucked it behind her ears.
“Lets go sailing today,” he said enthusiastically, when he had finished. Keira gave him a sceptical look.
“Oh come on it’ll be fun,” Orlando insisted. “It’ll help us get into character for Pirates,” he said doubtfully but determined to convince her. Keira laughed.
“Hmmm. I remember the last time I went sailing with you,” she said, in an I’m-not-convinced voice.
Orlando chuckled as he thought back to that time. Johnny Depp had taught him how to sail in the Caribbean and then when he had tried to impress Keira with his newfound sailor’s knowledge and taken her out sailing he had capsized the dinghy. They had both ended up slashing about in the water, unable to right the upturned boat and had to be rescued by Johnny in a little motorboat, who had just laughed hysterically.
“I promise not to capsize this time,” Orlando grinned, taking Keira’s hands in his. “Please… Pretty please,” he said and pulled his most adorable puppy dog face. Keira sighed, how could she resist that look?
Three hours later she was hanging over the side of the boat for dear life, desperately trying to keep it upright. They had hired a small dinghy for the day from the sailing club and now were tearing, at remarkable speed, down the middle of the river. Orlando was at the helm, one hand on the rudder and one grasping the mainsheet, whilst Keira was crewing. She was sitting toward the front of the boat, leaning out of the side and desperately trying to keep it upright as the wind filled the sail and leaned the boat at a most precarious angle.
“Orlando,” she shrieked. “You promised you wouldn’t capsize it,” she said, screaming as a gust of wind made the boat lean even more. Orlando sat on the same side of boat as Keira, further back and leaned all of his body weight over the side to regain the balance of the boat.
“Don’t worry,” he said, above the sound of wind in the sails. “I totally know what I’m doing.” Keira turned to look at him, worried by the sarcasm in his voice. He laughed at the look of terror on her face.
“I wont get you wet, don’t worry,” he said, far more sincerely. To which Keira pulled a face. “Here, you want to helm?” Orlando asked, gesturing for her to take the rudder and control of the steering.
Keira’s eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said.
Maybe it was the distraction of Keira’s humorous response or maybe it was simply Orlando not paying attention but whatever it was it resulted in a manageable gust of wind capsizing the boat. As the boat fell sideways and the sails smacked into the water Keira and Orlando went flying, ending up splashing about in the water. The buoyancy aids they were wearing meant that they bobbed up and down in the water like corks, as Keira glared at Orlando.
“Oops!” he said, grinning.
“You promised,” she whined, desperately trying not to laugh as Orlando shook the water out of his hair like a dog, spraying water everywhere.
“Yes I did,” he replied, philosophically. “I apologise deeply,” he grinned and then turned his head away as Keira splashed water at him. He turned back to face her and grinned again. “Well let’s see if we can get this old girl back upright shall we?” he said, patting the wood of the upturned boat. Finding it very difficult to swim in buoyancy aids they splashed their way around to the side of the boat in which there was no sail in the water and Keira watched as Orlando grabbed hold of the centreboard poking out of the bottom of the boat. Holding it tightly he leaned back, letting his body weight bring the boat upright. Sure enough, within seconds the white sail was flapping in the air once again, spraying them both with water. Orlando helped Keira back into the boat and then hauled himself in, only to find that there was nearly as much water inside the boat as outside.
“At least I got it upright this time,” he said, shrugging. Keira rolled her eyes and unclipped a bucket that was attached to one of the wooden boards.
“Here,” she said, thrusting the bucket at Orlando and grinning. “You filled it with water, you can empty it.”
Ten minutes later they were sailing again, drying off quickly in the sun and wind. Keira sighed in contentment as she lay across the boat, her feet resting on one side with her back leaning against the other. The warm sun beat down on her face as she closed her eyes. “I think I could get used to this,” she said, after a while. “As long as capsizing is a rarity.” She opened her eyes and looked at Orlando, who was smiling at her.
“Yeah,” he said, “less wind now, so no more capsizing.” Content, Keira closed her eyes again, calmed by the gentle bobbing of the boat and the sound of the water beneath them. She smiled to herself as ideas for the next chapter of her book came rushing to her head.
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Post by Reens on Jun 30, 2004 9:35:00 GMT -5
I am so sorry for the half-a**ed comments. >>>‘You have far to much energy in the morning’> That not what she said last night... Wait! Thats a later chapter! >>>desperately trying not laugh as Orlando shook the water out of his hair like a dog, spraying water everywhere. > Heh, thats funny.
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 30, 2004 10:49:20 GMT -5
His ghostly white face homed glazed eyes, swimming in a pool of fear and shock. Bringing a shaky hand to his mouth he staggered backward as the world began to spin. He opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to make some kind of sound, his lower lip trembling violently. The spinning world began to darken as he fell. Lost in time and location, he fell and kept falling into a never-ending abyss. He hit the ground with a thud, lying unconscious in the soft grass and sand of the dunes, oblivious to a world that he no longer knew.Keira let out a contented sigh as she lay back against a tree. The branches were offering a lot of shade but she could still feel the warm sun beating down through the leaves. She was in the middle of the wooded area not far from her house, a place she often came to write. It was so peaceful; it was peaceful everywhere in this county but especially here. Looking left she could see down to the lake; 300m of green grass that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight and a dusty track was all that lay between her and the glistening mirror below. She was sitting against a tree right on the edge of the woodland and so every other direction she looked there were trees, shrubs and wildlife abloom. She shivered as the sun went behind a cloud and turned to face the laptop that was resting in her lap. She began to type and the words flowed freely. It’s all about the frame of mind, she thought to herself as her hands desperately tried to keep up with her stream of thought. She had sent Orlando off to do grocery shopping so she could get away for a bit but she knew as soon as he read the note she had left him on the fridge, telling him where she was and not to panic, he’d be out here in a flash. Keira sighed again but this time in sorrow. She loved Orlando to bits. Every moment she spent with him was a moment she treasured but sometimes it was all just too much. He was so affectionate, never wanting to be apart from her, even for an hour. He was constantly looking out for her, making her laugh and smile. Keira chuckled to herself, yes he could always make her smile but sometimes she just felt like she didn’t deserve it. That he should be out there making movies, absorbing all the fame and glory that he so rightfully deserved, rather than being out here in the middle of nowhere. It was as if she was wasting his time, dragging him back, holding him away from the places he should be and it made her feel more guilty than imaginable. She just couldn’t distance herself from him though. Every time she tried to run away and hide he would follow and bring her back laughing and smiling and happy as Larry. If she tried to ignore him or dole him out some silent treatment he would just hit her with cushions or tickle her until she confessed what was wrong. A confession that usually resulted in him going out of his way to make the rest of the day extra special, whether through taking her to a theme park, as he had done the other day, or just renting in more DVDs than the village store could possibly own. All the time and trouble and effort he went to, just to make her smile; it made Keira wince at the thought. She would be forever indebted to him, there would never be anyway she could make it up to him. She could hardly tell him to go away, go back to his movie career and give her some space. It would be the ultimate snub for all he had done for her and yet every day that he was here the guilt built evermore. It was becoming over powering and when things became over powering Keira knew where she would turn and that is what scared her more than anything. “There you are,” came Orlando’s voice, breaking her trail of thought, as he bounded up beside her. He slumped himself down and rested his head in her lap as she moved the laptop, placing it on the ground beside her. Keira grinned down at him, instinctively playing with the soft brown curls that had littered her lap. “Where did you think I’d be?” she chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. He grinned back at her before wiggling his head in her lap to find a comfortable position and closing his eyes contentedly. Keira smiled and leant back against the tree, a cool breeze blowing across her cheeks as she too closed her eyes. “Oh yeah,” Orlando said, reaching over to a puffy brown envelope he had brought with him. “Look what was waiting for me at the post office,” he grinned as he held the envelope above his head and at the reach of Keira. She peered into the already opened envelope and a frown spread across her face as she pulled out two, what looked like Barbie dolls. She glanced at Orlando and the huge grin spread across his face. “Aren’t you a little old for…” she didn’t finish her sentence but instead gasped. “It’s a little mini Will Turner,” she squealed. “And… Oh my goodness, if only I had a cleavage that impressive.” They both laughed, as Keira continued to glance from one doll to the next, inspecting each little detail. “Who on earth sent you these?” Keira asked after she had thoroughly examined both dolls. Orlando smiled, “can’t you guess?” he asked before adding, “read the note.” Keira thrust the dolls into Orlando’s hands and picked up the envelope again, pulling out a white slip of paper. She read aloud: “Hey Orls, Check out what I found in the toy store today. You make an adorable doll sweetie. Mum’s bought about five. There’s a Captain Jack one too, but well… you know how much I love Johnny D… I had to keep that one. How’s the country life suiting you? Give Keira a big hug from me. Love you, Sam xx”<br> “So Sam’s responsible for this,” Keira giggled, putting the note back in the envelope. Orlando chuckled, when it came to something like this, it could only really be his sister. He had put the Will doll to one side and was lying in her lap straightening the dress and playing with the hair of the Elizabeth doll. “I just feel bad for all the poor souls that have to settle for a Keira doll,” he said, leaning his head back in her lap to grin at her. “When I get the real thing,” he added. Keira gave him a sceptical look. “Yeah and how many teenage girls are going to go out and buy the Elizabeth doll just so they can decapitate it for kissing Orlando Bloom in a movie?” She scowled at the sudden realisation that although she had said it as a joke, it was quite possibly true. Orlando sat up and turned to face her. “Are you kidding?” he asked. “Do you have any idea how many websites and crazy fans there out there, desperately longing for us to get together and live out the happy ending of that movie?” He grinned at how ridiculous his own words had just sounded. Keira raised and eyebrow, “and you would know this, how?” she asked, not really sure she wanted to know the answer. Could Orlando really be so egocentric that he checked out his own websites? “Mum and Sam have such great pleasure in showing me,” he blushed as he spoke. “There some pretty damn good writers out there though,” he sighed. “You know I kind of feel proud for giving them the inspiration to write,” he shrugged, “even if it is some unrealistic Mary Sue story.” He stopped speaking when he noticed Keira’s white face and horrified expression. Her face became vacant and blank as yet more colour drained from her feature. She slumped in Orlando’s arms unconscious; the idea of being featured in fictional stories apparently not an appealing one. Orlando sighed and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Okay,” he said to himself, “maybe not the best time to say that I’m envious of Mr. Fictional Orlando, who gets to live happily ever after with Miss Fictional Keira.” He scooped her up in his arms, squatting down in an impressive balancing manoeuvre, to pick up her laptop and the envelope. “Home time,” he whispered into the ear of the still unconscious Keira. “I swear the only reason you faint is so you get carried back,” he chuckled and then cleared his throat ready to deny ever saying that, as Keira stirred in his arms and opened her eyes. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ve got you,” Orlando reassured as he began the short walk back to the house. The initials of our names are still engraved upon these trees. They are calling to us now, calling to be freed. Spring has sprung yet these trees remain bare, wanting to grow leaves, wanting to be spared. Let us erase our initials; let us ease their pains. Let us never come back to the enchantment of where the trees know our names.
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(Authors Note: Special thanks to Renee for the extract above) [/center]
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Post by *Syd* on Jul 1, 2004 15:30:05 GMT -5
i've read this all on the orlando bloom files board (my real name is sydney) but i'd just thought i'd tell you again how fab it is. and to say that everyone is in for a real treat - its such a great fic keep lovin once upon a time in mexico - you should know what i mean, savvy kisses x x x
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Post by Reens on Jul 1, 2004 15:34:11 GMT -5
Ah! This is one of my favorite chapters too. >>>yes he could always make her smile but sometimes she just felt like she didn’t deserve it. > This part nicely indicated why his love sometimes felt so over bearing to her. >>>Her face became vacant and blank as yet more colour drained from her feature. She slumped in Orlando’s arms unconscious, the idea of being featured in fictional stories apparently not being appealing.> I love these lines! Irony, yessssss! Do you have any idea how many websites and crazy fans there out there, desperately longing for us to get together and live out the happy ending of that movie?*Snickers* Why are you looking at me when you say that!? Btw, I think you want to say "in debt" or something along those lines here? *scratching her head* Typo. She would be forever intended to him
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 1, 2004 16:16:01 GMT -5
^haha yes indeed, danm it i need a beta...
Sydney: Are you a mexi can or a mexi can't ;D I love the out take when he sticks his tash on the comp screen, that was so hilarious why did they cut it!
fcking bells hah!
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Post by Reens on Jul 1, 2004 16:51:21 GMT -5
;D I don't know if there will be any validity in me volunteering my services to beta read (since you beta read mine and are danm good at it). However, if you like I would be honored to glance through typos like that for ya.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 1, 2004 17:04:15 GMT -5
really? aw thankies thankies thankies... Sorry for taking so long with yours i'm checking it at the mo...
I'm writing 3 stories at the same time and slightly confusing myself as they're all different styles...
I'll post my next chap of trees through to you when i finish. thankies so much ;D
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Post by Reens on Jul 1, 2004 17:13:32 GMT -5
No probz babes.
Just let me in on the background of the story a little bit. I have muchos time until the end of the month.
As for best o' me, take your time.
Later
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 2, 2004 17:46:18 GMT -5
Chapter Five A flash of white light and she was transported; the world whistling past her until suddenly it stopped. There was an uneasy silence, a stillness broken only by a tennis ball that came hurtling towards her. She lifted her hand instinctively as protection only to find a tennis racket clutched in its grasp, with which she hit the ball away. Moments later it came flying back to her and again she hit it away. As she peered into the glaring, white nothingness a wall of solid brick came into view and glancing to her left and right she could see similar walls. She hit the ball now completely instinctively, not even noticing she had done so and finding she had little control over what she did. There was a deadly silence; even the ball bouncing off the wall made no sound. The air was tight and constrained, giving the distinctly indoor feeling but glancing behind her she could she nothing. There was no forth wall. The silence became deafening, as if someone was screaming so loudly that no one could here. It was broken my music, soft at first but crescendoed to a substantial distraction. Again she noticed that she had hit the ball without realising it and she continued to do this, as the music grew louder. She realised that she recognized the music, searching her mind for where she had heard it before. Then it dawned on her and as it did an image rippled on the wall, becoming clearer like a photograph being developed. It was a face and she knew who it belonged to but why was it there? She hit the ball again and realized that it was rebounding straight off the face. As thoughts collected in her mind, the link between the face and the rebounding ball, she was angered and the next time the ball came toward her she consciously hit it has hard as she could. It went hurtling toward the face and hit it with such force that the image was shattered, as was the wall. A gaping door sized hole was left in its place. As she peered at it, it beckoned to her and uncontrollably she walked forward, stepping through the gap.“Have you seen my car keys?” Orlando called, tearing down the stairs with such haste that he stumbled at the bottom. He had slept in and was supposed to be meeting the Hopes at the airport later that day and now was in such a hurry to get ready. He burst into the lounge, the door slamming on the wall from the force and lunged for the coffee table on which sat his keys. Patiently waiting where he had left them. “Thank you,” Orlando whispered to the ceiling and anyone that was listening as he picked up the keys and kissed them. He turned to leave the living room, heading for the kitchen. “Keira,” he shouted at the top of his voice, not realising that she was sitting at the table in the kitchen. “Hey babe,” he said, grinning at the face she had pulled when he had yelled just meters away. She had both hands over her ears and was scowling at him. “Sorry, I thought you were...” he waved his arms about pointing upstairs and using gestures to finish his sentence. He ran his hand through his tangled hair and slumped into a vacant chair. “What’s the rush?” Keira asked, getting up to poor him a coffee. “I thought their plane wasn’t in until late this evening?” She put the coffee on the table beside Orlando and stood behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders and working out some of the tense knots he seemed to have accumulated. As Orlando let out a contented sigh and slumped in his chair, Keira couldn’t help but giggle. “Orlando sweetie,” she said, getting little more than a grunt in response. “You know you have your shirt on inside out, right?” She chuckled again, releasing her grip of his shoulder to play with the shirt label that was poking out beneath his curls. Orlando groaned, “this is not my day.” He stood up and turned to face her, pulling his shirt off over the top of his head and shaking it the right way round. “Can I just go back to bed now?” he asked, his voice sarcastic but his eyes pleading. Keira took his hand and led I’m to the lounge, pushing him down onto the couch. “Sit,” she commanded, before disappearing back in to the kitchen. She returned moments later with the coffee she had made him. “Drink,” she said in an equally stern voice, handing him the mug. “Yes Mum,” he replied, grinning before sipping at the drink. He patted the space beside him, onto which Keira obediently slumped, resting her head on his shoulder. “Hey I have an idea,” Keira said excitedly, raising her head from his shoulder. “How about you stay here and I drive?”<br> “And when you get arrested for having no licence, or smash my car into a tree, how then am I supposed to pick them up from the airport?” He mocked, taking a large gulp of coffee and pulling a face as it burnt the back of his throat. He leaned forward to put the mug down on the table before him and lent back into the coach, twisting his head to one side, to smile at her. “I better get going,” he sighed, but made no attempt to move. “I guess so,” Keira agreed, watching in rapture as his eye lids flickered and closed, his head sliding down the side of the couch until it met her shoulder. She stroked his hair, twisting the lose curls in her fingers and kissed the top of his head lightly. Orlando let out a contented grunt, as he reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up. “Poor baby,” Keira chuckled. “Early night for you tonight, I think,” she added, as he stood up and yawned, outstretching his hands above his head. She followed him to the front door, embracing him tightly. “Drive carefully mister,” she said sternly. Orlando grinned his response. “You know me,” he said, opening the door. “Try not to get up to too much mischief while I’m away,” he called over his shoulder from half way down the path. Keira stood in the doorway until he had driven off, before stepping back into the house. She sighed, making her way to the kitchen and a much needed drink. She cursed when she could not find what she was looking for. “When the hell did I drink that lot?” She muttered to herself, scowling at her empty stash. Her face lit up and she rubbed her hands together in glee. “Time to go shopping,” she said aloud, grabbing her coat and heading for the door…<br>
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Post by Reens on Jul 3, 2004 15:43:43 GMT -5
What do you mean nothing is happening in this chapter?
He is picking up the "Hopes" before the readers start wondering if they had disappeared from the face of the earth!
I think some chapters are needed to establish a few known and obvious facts. I call them fillers to the storyline. I swear the first three chapters of bom were just that. ;D
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