Post by cole latimer on Aug 28, 2011 14:44:19 GMT -5
” as soon as his best friend emerged, cole took a step back, nodding at the pyramid. “it's truly a piece of architecture that will transcend the boundaries of art and engineering,[/font]” he said officiously, affecting the sort of tone he'd overheard pretentious losers using in art galleries for years. he remembered something he'd picked up in egypt. “did you know that the pyramids are a fertility reference? according to ancient egyptian creation myths, the world began when this mound of ground raised out of the still waters of nu, or nun, something like that. the water's like semen and the mound like a pregnant belly, you get it? so they'd bury their dead with mounds on top, as like a promise of resurrection. then that evolved into the later pyramid, since the pharohs had to show everyone up. wankers,” after running off this speech in the manner of a slightly stoned archeology professor, he realized that maybe his beer pyramid wasn't so hot after all. rather than dwell on this, he took a can from the top and cracked it open, pleased to find that it was one of the chilled ones stolen from the fridge.---THROWING a hurricane irene welcome party was probably not, by most people's standards, a tasteful thing to do. cole was quite aware of this as he lugged a crate of beer off his shoulder and onto the ground of his best friend's apartment, where it landed with a small thump. the hurricane was an unexpected twist to cole's pit stop in new york, one that put filming on hold and therefore gave him more of a vacation than he had previously been banking on. he was exhilarated, but then the boy found grocery shopping exciting, even enjoyed his taxes. it would take more than a hurricane to evict him from the city, and more than that, he'd consider missing it intentionally a grave act of wastefulness. it would be like visiting london and bumping into prince harry in a pub only to leave immediately, or sleeping through a solar eclipse. he wasn't going to miss this without good reason, and mandatory evacuation simply wasn't good reason enough. luckily, he could count on his best friend to back him up on that one. the two young men had invited a handful of people over to see the storm through, but expected none of them to show up – to be honest, cole would have been somewhat disappointed if they had. it didn't seem like such a badass thing to do if the girl from the hotel lobby came along, after all. plus, he recalled her saying something about bringing a bourbon milk punch. that in itself didn't distress him – as odd as it might be to bring punch to an overgrown frat party, it sounded like exactly the sort of thing he would like. what really bothered him was the girl's comment that she thought it would be appropriate, as she had picked the recipe up in new orleans some months ago, and “isn't one hurricane kinda the same as the other?” as nonjudgmental as cole undoubtedly was, that wasn't a comment that sat too well with him, and he worried she might give australians a bad name if she came along. thankfully, he also knew she was about as likely to willfully face a natural disaster as he was to purposefully avoid one.
---LOOKING down at the crate that made up one of many the boys had brought into the apartment, given their rightful fear that liquor stores would close and stay closed for more than a few hours (a horrifying prospect), cole chewed over the thought that just maybe they had a little too much beer. maybe. it was a thought that only pleased him further, and as he opened it up with the intention of offloading it into cooler spaces, he realized that wouldn't be easy with the amount of bottles already taking up every inch of available space. he looked at the cans for a second, then made his mind up. probably because charlie had left him alone for more than two minutes, cole's attention span had waned from the task he was supposed to have been carrying out – a task he honestly couldn't recall any detail of, no matter how much he tried – and instead, he began carefully stacking the cans in a pyramid. after maybe ten, fifteen minutes of careful work, he realized he didn't have quite enough to complete the two foot construction, and so he went and pulled a few more out the fridge. already the cans started to sweat in his hand, but his mind was made up. continuing his construction, cole stood back to marvel at the finished product. it truly was a thing of beauty.
---LIKE a child with what it believes to be a particularly impressive piece of finger painting, cole was seized by the need for another human being to see his creation and to offer him praise for it. “charlie!” he yelled, almost scared that the vibrations of his yell would disrupt the delicate engineering he'd just carried out, but then deciding it was much too cleverly constructed for that and yelling louder, “CHARLES SPENCER, GET IN HERE.
---RETURNING his attention to the tv, he was met for perhaps the eighth time that day by a news anchor telling him to evacuate the area. he'd never heard of a mandatory evacuation before, and found it slightly odd. if the hurricane was so bad, why would they have to make the evacuation mandatory? surely people would run away from it by themselves? he and charlie were a case in point that making it so official only made it all the more tempting to resist. would anyone forcibly remove them if they were challenged to do so? who could challenge them? wouldn't the police that stayed behind to detain them be breaching the terms of a mandatory evacuation themselves? he found the whole situation surreal and amusing, like a tidbit from a sci-fi novel or a particularly mundane passage of 'alice's adventures in wonderland'. he just found it truly hilarious that the government would make such a recommendation mandatory, and if people really were so stupid that they had to be told to leave a bad situation rather than do so of their own volition. but then he checked his watch, remembered that he was in the middle of new york, and that their supply of beer was a hefty hint at their lack of plans to leave. maybe they did need to be told. “you know if we die, it'll only be the british and australian press that cares. have you ever noticed that about the press? three americans die in a tsunami that killed thousands, and you can bet that's the angle the american press goes with. we're as bad, though.[/font]” he took a sip of his beer, imagining what the australian press would say about it. 'hollywood star dies trying to escape hurricane', probably, and he snorted with laughter to himself. he wasn't a particularly cynical person by nature, but it was hyperbolic news stories that raised his distrust. which was probably why he was ignoring the severe warnings on the news right now, now that he thought of it. he chucked charlie a beer and slumped onto the sofa. “truth be told, after watching a woman give birth, a hurricane might be picturesque.”
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TAG charlie spencer.
STATUS finisheddd!
OUTFIT such a bro.
MUSIC beethoven 4eva.
NOTES can you tell that i was reading 'myths & legends of ancient egypt' just before i wrote this? c; + sorry i gave you nothing to work with, i suck like that!