The Call; Prince Caspian.

Okay, I admit it. I am a squishy marshmellow, all soft and pathetic. Yet another movie has made me cry. Chronicals of Narnia; Prince Caspian to be exact.

The reason why? Peter and Susan don't get to return to Narnia, and Lucy had to say goodbye to Aslan. :( Sad sad sad parts! And to top it all off, when they were leaving, to go through the hole in the tree to return to London, this song was playing!



Lyrics:

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

~~~~~~~~~~~

The Call by Regina Spektor. It made me cry! As such, it is now in my playlist. XD I think it's a lovely, wonderful song ...still made me cry though. *sniffles*

Anyways! Review of Prince Caspian.

It was good. I for one, while I have read the entirety of the Chronicals of Narnia, couldn't really get into them. I didn't really understand the hype, therefore, for me, the movies are better than the books. It's a year later, after the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, when Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy had returned to London.

Prince Caspian's uncles wife births a son, lo and behold, Uncle...thingy, I forget his name, plans to have Caspian the tenth assassinated. The old tutor, I forget his name too, helps Caspian escape into the woods and voila! The Narnians that were supposed to be extinct, aren't quite that wiped out, and uncle thingy's guards, the telmorians are beaten up by a dwarf and before another biffs caspian over the head he blows this ivory horn and poof! (not quite, but you get the idea) Susan, Peter, Edmund and Lucy are pulled back into Narnia. A thousand years after they left it, or something along those lines.

Ta da, they meet up with caspian and the narnians, fight an epic battle while not believing Lucy about seeing Aslan, then rely on Lucy FINDING Aslan to help them kick some badguy ass.

Suffice to say it works, the Narnians get back their kindom with Caspian as king, but P, L, S, E have to go back to London. :( It's all sad, Peter gives Caspian his sword.

And then when they're all saying goodbye, be good, stay happy, you've learnt all you can and so on, the call starts playing and I start crying. Lucy didn't even get to hug Aslan goodbye! :( So yes, it made me cry.

Another that I watched, All Dogs Go to Heaven, made me cry at the end too. Even though it was a happy ending, kinda. Sorta. Charlie got to go back to heaven, and Anne-Marie got a family but still.... it made me cry. :( I am such a marshmellow! *sigh* good movie though, even though it was a kids cartoon movie. :) I recommend it for watchings.

Potential novel; Prologue

The oak-wood brush ran down the shining burgundy curls, smoothing out non-existent tangles in the candle-light, the soft, shushing sound of dry hair as it is cared for, almost painstakingly brushed into a shining glory, capturing the soft candle-glow and turning it into dark red highlights in the dark strands. The illusion of lit from within is lost as paler than new snow hands divide the hair into three, and braid it, the thick sections of hair weaving back and forth over, under and around each other, to form a neat, but thick rope of hair, reaching down to midback. This is where the story starts, with a braid of burgundy hair, cared for and prepared in the soft golden glow of candle-light.

The braid whips through the air, the end weighted, and cracks into a face, causing a howl of pain from a broken jaw, another howl and the wet splatter of blood on the wall, a hiss of dying air, and the sobbing moan of the wounded.

“Where are they.”

Only a moan, a pitiful thing, is the response.

“Where. Are. They.”

Another moan, escalating into a shriek as the broken jaw is grabbed and wrenched so that the wounded’s face is turned to his interrogator. He whimpers and points down the alley, curling up into a ball around his pain. A disgusted snort, and the owner of the burgundy braid steps over that piece of human refuse in the direction indicated.

A few metres down, and there is a scungy wooden door. A scan of the surroundings, the braid shifting slightly, heavily, against the owners back, lamplight catching the glean of the almost red strands. “I need to speak to Dmitri.” Is the greeting to the guard, who folds his arms, muscles bulging against the black muscle shirt.

“Who’s askin’?”

“No one of your concern.” Whiter than new snow, the hands and arms they are attached to move, and the guard finds breathing to be much more interesting than questioning the stranger, who walks in the door, the solid clump of a boot against the wooden floor. Another guard approaches, burlying up, muscles flexing, arms folding, eyeballing the intruder. “Who’re you?”

“I am here to speak to Dmitri. Where is he?”

“Aint no one seein’ Dmitri until we clear it.” The tall, bald bouncer looks rather smug at this.

A glance from eyes mostly hidden by shadows, on a paler than pale face, a snap of a wrist and there is a white hand around the bouncers throat, bringing him down to the newcomers height, “Where. Is. He.” A flex of the hand prompts the bouncer to betray his training and his boss, he points to the stairs.

“Of course.” Released, the bouncer stares at the intruders retreating back, the burgundy braid swinging slightly with the flexing of the body as they climb the stairs. First door on the left, a couple being less than discreet, first on the right is the same situation, albeit two pair, and not a one heterosexual. Down to the end of the dark hall, a blue door, two bouncers on either side, each eyeballing the stranger. No word had been sent up to expect anyone.

“Name, purpose?”

“My name is my own and will stay that way, I need to speak to Dmitri.”

The guards exchange a glance, before grunting “Aint been cleared. Gotta know who you are, before we let you in, an’ even then is chancy.” A slight smile curves what is visible of the lips of the stranger, before they move, a dark blur edged with snow white, the white of alabaster, and both guards are curled up on the floor, groaning and holding tender parts of anatomy, kidneys, throat. The door is opened, and the intruder steps in, idly flexing snow white hands.

“Kair. I’ve been expecting you.”

“Where are they, Dmitri?”

The chair behind the ebony desk turns and the seated male is visible, a small smile curving his lips beneath his moustache. “Where are who?”

A step forward from the stranger, that is all, but the threat looms larger than the slight stature. “Where. Are. They.” A low growl fills the strangers voice. A warning all on it’s own.

“I no longer have them. And neither will you get the name of who does.” Brave or foolhardy, two hours later, the guards outside the door, having recovered from their earlier interaction, and a subsequent rapid retreat when they attempted to defend their employer, hear a final shriek and a sharp crack of bone snapping. The stranger opens the door and steps out, a white kerchief in hand, wiping off blood before dropping it to the floor, stalking down the hall like a frustrated feline, and that braid of hair flicks like the tail of the irritated cat. A glance over the shoulder, the light catching and giving colour to the brilliant green eyes, so green as to have some yellow in the centre around the pupil. “Remind Dmitri’s boss that I do not bluff.” And the intruder leaves, as the phone starts to ring.

The guards peek into the room, one answers the phone, the other finds what is left of Dmitri Kobanlov. “Uh, I’m sorry but I can’t put Mr Kobanlov on the phone.....why not? ....uh because sir, he’s dead.” The phone is briefly taken away from the ear “Yes sir, that’s right. Dead sir. ...I don’t know sir. He said to let you know that he didn’t bluff, sir. ....I suppose so sir? .....sir?...” click, the beep beep beep that signals that the other line is dead, and the bemused guards look towards the remains of their former employer, blood soaking into and staining the carpet and thought, what could do such a thing?

A cup of sugar with a bit of salt thrown in

Is apparently what I am, according to a workmates stepfather. Relayed from him to her to me. That's alot of relaying. Is that a good thing...or a bad one?

Also, CHRISTMAS is just TWO weeks away! Not this thursday, but the next!! It's hard to believe, isn't it? Got most of my christmas shopping done, apart from two people. One is because it is being shipped from the US and will be here in 20 days. -_- and the other because I have NO IDEA what to get her. The aforementioned workmate is the her.

Also, seven week old kitten = not much sleep. -_-

Mother's boyfriend brought it home, and she's fixated on me, since they kept her in what was my room, sleeping on my quilt, on old pj's...of mine. So when I dropped by for the weekend (and had to housesit because of little darlings) she took a whole five minutes to say 'hi', and now i have a furry slipper shadow. That tends to be hyper when it's sleep time. And doesn't want anyone else. *sigh*

Oh well.

I squiiiiii!

Because I have a wiiiiii!

Seriously. I'd been saving up my extra notes since august pretty much, and when I was getting into the high triple digits I priced a wii. Around $390 was what I'd found. So I went back to my saved up spare cash, hmm. $300 odd, I need $400 for the wii, plus around $50 for a game ...make it about $100 to be safe, and get the upper end of the games as well.

No problems. I work, I sleep, life goes on as expected, with ten, twenty, the occasional fifty going into my wii savings. I go on holidays for two weeks up at my dads (that was AWESOME, so relaxing and I was sleeping at NIGHT again!) come back home, give the landlord $420 for the rent, two weeks holiday plus this weeks.... and lo and behold, I am broke and have no food. Hmm. well, I expect to have no food.

Surprisingly, my vegetables that I bought about a month ago were still edible. So I tossed up a pasta dish, spaghetti bolognaise, ran out of pot (The thing you cook it in silly) before I'd added everything I'd intended too, cooked up about a packet and a half of spaghetti and voila! We has fud for the next week and a half. XD

I also discovered -why- I was/am broke, I didn't get paid over my holidays. -_- HEADS WILL ROLL. I don't blame Joondalup KFC for not paying me, since I've quit, but I -do- blame midland. So, on saturday if I haven't gotten paid before then, I will seriously go off my tree at them. And demand 28 hours of pay. Upfront. (that's how many hours of holidays I got >_>)

Also, today was hyper productive. I went to no less than seven places and put in a resume, and the only one that replied with a 'perhaps' that -wasn't- into next year, was a bar. XD Oh well. Also applied at myers, david jones, eb games, jb hifi, and a bank. Oh, that's only six. My bad.

So! I have stuff all food, but I have a wii, 3 games for it, credit on my phone, my smart rider (for public transport) topped up and a possible second job for christmas. Life. She be goooooood. :D

(who needs to eat anyways?)