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Pikasyuu
post Feb 6 2011, 08:45 PM
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So, this is kind of a loose concept.
The forums have been less active than they were in 2003-2008, and we've had a few new members that don't have an opportunity to post as much and/or don't come into irc, which is where a lot of the socializing/getting to know you activities happen. (/server dfx.at + #burrito, jsyk)
So I was wondering - say you meet someone and you get one opportunity to translate who you are to them with a story from your life. Which one would you tell? Why? Could you tell it here so the rest of us can munch popcorn and enjoy your tales of woe and triumph?

Go go gadget introspect, Matazone~

ETA: or 283798349 (max) stories because this is a whole thread and i love stories. stop reading the rules, half of you have cursed in posts and yet you listen to me!? bah humbug etc. :P


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Daria
post Feb 15 2011, 05:10 PM
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I already have Elphaba's choice written up, so a quick copypasta means she gets her choice first:

When a cigarette is first lit, it has a very different smell than to the rest of the smoke. It is an almost enjoyable sweet scent, which hits your nostrils and makes you want to have more- always a disappointment when the rest of the smell comes your way and you are engulfed by the smog. Whenever I smell one being lit, I am brought straight back to my childhood of car journeys with Steve.

I used to love these times- just the two of us in the car, talking about anything and everything- science mainly, though. He was like a great encyclopaedia of facts about everything- why is the sky blue? Who made the pyramids? How does a LCD screen work? What makes ice float? How does a computer work? What shape is the universe? – it seemed any question I had, he could answer it. Whether I understood the answer or not was negligible, it was these precious moments of time between us which seemed to count for everything.
When we lived in Withersdale Street, my brother and sister were at highschool and would get the bus home. I was still in primary school, and would be picked up in the afternoons by either Mum or Steve. They would wait in the car and I would go and meet them, throw my stuff in the back of the car and off we would go, driving home. A few minutes into the journey with Steve (about when we got to the Fressingfield turning) he would get out the packet of Marlborough from one of the pockets of his black leather jacket. Holding the wheel with one hand, still talking to me, looking at the road, to me, back to the road, down to the cigarette packet, he would tap it and one would pop up. Lifting the packet to his mouth, he would take the cigarette between his lips, flick his lighter open with a “swish” like a sword being drawn, roll the flint wheel with his thumb and light it. It would be a few moments before the smell would drift across to the front passenger’s seat, snaking its way through the air making curious patterns and get to my nose. Still talking, the cigarette jiggling up and down in his mouth, he would pause only to take that one first inhale- he seemed to savour it the most. He would take the cigarette into his right hand, wind down the window a fraction and continue with his words.
I remember the window was never wound down enough to take away all the smoke, nor would mine ever stay closed so it would all exit through his. I couldn’t stand being in that smoky car; breathing through my hand and taking shallow short breaths to try and inhale as little as possible. That precious gap in the window would never stay there long enough, either- it would be wound up before all the smoke had cleared and we would be left with stagnant wisps curling about the dashboard.
The journey would take about two cigarettes to complete on a winter’s day. In the summer, all the windows would be wound down and we would drive fast along the little lanes- the smoke would whip round into the back and depart from the rear right window. The fields would be green, the sky blue, the trees full of leaves, and he would only smoke one cigarette. I never found the reason for this- perhaps there wasn’t one.
We would get home, my knowledge of the world improved by a little bit, probably not to talk until tea time when the table is a hubbub of conversations amidst the clatter of dishes and serving spoons.


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- Pikasyuu   Storytime!   Feb 6 2011, 08:45 PM
- - Vicachu   I don't have any stories like that. Is that a ...   Feb 7 2011, 03:04 AM
- - Pikasyuu   omfg, NO. minus two participation points. story on...   Feb 7 2011, 04:09 PM
- - SPEAKERfortheLOST   er... well ok... there was this one time at band ...   Feb 8 2011, 04:11 AM
- - Daria   I've had this thread open in a tab for the las...   Feb 8 2011, 07:05 PM
- - Pikasyuu   then tell them all! it's a whole thread. :...   Feb 8 2011, 07:48 PM
- - Daria   Pick a title: Car journeys with Steve Watching mu...   Feb 8 2011, 11:38 PM
- - Vicachu   I vote night skating. Also, if I come up with a s...   Feb 9 2011, 01:26 AM
- - Pikasyuu   'Parisian men are short' And yes, Vic ;)   Feb 9 2011, 02:24 AM
- - SPEAKERfortheLOST   How about: "Car journeys with mum in the yell...   Feb 9 2011, 03:35 AM
- - Daria   Speaker, in that case, you have my life story Vi...   Feb 9 2011, 01:20 PM
- - Phyllis   Okay, since no one else seems to want to go first,...   Feb 9 2011, 07:58 PM
|- - LoLo   QUOTE (Phyllis @ Feb 9 2011, 11:58 AM) Th...   Feb 9 2011, 11:35 PM
- - I_am_the_best   ^^Wow, that does sound quite terrifying! The w...   Feb 10 2011, 10:59 AM
- - Dread Pirate Cath   My mum was doing a biology degree as I was growing...   Feb 13 2011, 02:03 PM
- - Ashbless   Cry havoc and release the cats? It doesn't cou...   Feb 13 2011, 09:17 PM
- - Hobbits   QUOTE (Pikasyuu @ Feb 6 2011, 08:45 PM) S...   Feb 14 2011, 04:32 PM
|- - Phyllis   QUOTE (Hobbits @ Feb 14 2011, 04:32 PM) W...   Feb 14 2011, 06:18 PM
- - elphaba2   Syuu story! Plus I want to hear about car jour...   Feb 14 2011, 04:56 PM
- - Daria   I already have Elphaba's choice written up, so...   Feb 15 2011, 05:10 PM
- - Daria   Night Skating You probably all know the prelude t...   Feb 15 2011, 05:36 PM
- - Mata   Aww! Mine is shorter and less full of romance...   Feb 20 2011, 10:36 AM
- - Sharazad   There are lots of stories I can tell with a lot of...   Feb 26 2011, 03:41 PM
- - Daria   That's beautiful, Sharazad. And Mata! I...   Feb 27 2011, 01:48 PM
- - Sharazad   Thank you Daria, The stories everyone here share a...   Feb 28 2011, 10:43 PM


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