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- Sep 8, 2015
I did some more Connor fanfiction. This took less than 2 hours. I'd keep going, but I'm doing my own nanowrimo, and I have other stuff to do. 199 words is such an incredibly weak effort.
Connor awoke with a fright to the sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. He reached for his bedside table, feeling around for a weapon or his glasses with one hand and wiping a film of sweat from his brow with the other.
“Who is it? What do you want?”
An angry voice called back
“Connor, this is the last time I’m asking. You get up right this second and stop this foolishness. You’re going to be late”
Connor groaned and fell back on his pillow.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing to me woman? When you try and burst in like that? Are you trying to give me an embolism?”
Connor rubbed his chest and let out a soft, high-pitched whine.
“No Connor, I mean it. You have all year to be late, the least you can do is be on time for the first day of term”
Connor rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids and smirked.
“What are you saying woman? You aren’t even making any sense. I could probably miss the entire first semester and I’d still be streets ahead of that filthy rabble they call a student body”
“Dont you talk to me like that Connor Bible. You think you’re too big for a clip round the ear, you’ve got another thing coming, now get up.”
Conner was a student at his local community college. At the spry young age of 19, after taking a year to find himself spiritually, and grow as a person, Connor decided that if anybody was ever going to take him seriously as an intellectual, he would need some credentials to back him up, so he went back to the world of education. He was a good student in highschool, and achieved high grades in English and creative writing, but he felt the environment was too stifling for a boy with his kind of brain, and, through no fault of his own, he didnt finish with the kind of grades that would get him into a real college, so his parents suggested he try academically roughing it with the plebs in a community college.
At first, Connor balked at this, but his parents said it would be good for him, so he persevered for two terms, balking all the way, before dropping out. Eventually, he had softened to the idea of community college considerably, and agreed with his parents that it would be a “good experience” and that he could even write about “it”, so when enrolments came around next year he was there. He signed up to LA Community college ready to take on as many of the classes as he possibly could. He took philosophy, film studies, physics, computing and english literature, as well as a compulsory maths and module. Unfortunately, connor wasnt used to this kind of highly cerebral, intense workload and he had to quit again, threatening suicide if his parents didnt let him.
He agreed that he wasnt ready for something so high pressure, so the next year he returned, this time enrolling in LA central community college and taking less classes. This went well until he got involved in some nasty business regarding an incident with a girl. He called it courtship but she called it stalking, and the schoolboard were lax enough to call it an agreement to disagree without getting any other authorities involved. This was enough indication that LA Central community college was a shoddy establishment that Connor wanted nothing to do with - had he really been a sex-pervert, then his release would have meant that a genuine predator had been allowed to walk free after just one quick interview, and barely any form of actual investigation. Because of this, he left and never went back to that college.
The next year, as he felt he had been making such good progress on the actual work until those republican meatheads stepped in with their rules about personal space and other stifling impositions on his intellectual freedom, he decided to enrol part time in the Community college of central LA. This turned out to be the perfect situation for Connor, as he only had to go once a week, the workload was reasonable and he didn’t spend have to spend any real time with any of his alleged peers. The only downside to this arrangement, was that it meant it would take him a total of 7 years to get the final diploma. Connor was currently in his second year. Aah, the life of a career academic.
Connor yawned and stretched and muttered and grumbled, and headed downstairs, staggering through one of the piles of discarded clothes that line his bedroom floor and emerging fully dressed on the other side. He reached the kitchen and just as his mother was buttering him some toast.
"There you are. Eat your breakfast.”
She sliced and plated the toast and placed it at his place at the table and scurried off to fetch some orange juice from the fridge. Connor walked around the table, still grumbling and sat down, picked up the toast, which was cold and smeared with unmelted butter, and by this point had become dry to the point where it was entirely inedible. He started choking it down, noting that he had no beverage with which to lubricate the process, and aid him in the unfortunate event that a chunk of this buttered drywall got lodged in his throat and obstructed his breathing. Connor would usually have bellowed some kind of reprimand at this kind of incompetence, but this time he kept his grievance to himself, and logged it in his ever growing mental list of “times the old witch has tried to kill me”. His mother scurried back in again, filled his glass and said.
“Oh, my little baby, don’t you look ever so handsome! Are you ready to go? Do you have all your books?”
Connor snorted, spittling the air with a shower of toast crumbs.
“Actually, I only have one English lesson today, so I won’t be needing to take any books.”
“No books in an English lesson? That doesnt sound right?”
“Oh, and I would suppose you are the expert on the course, that I am taking, is that right?”
“Don’t you sass me Connor. It doesn’t sound right that you’d have an English course with no books.”
“Mother, I can assure you that I am well read enough to be able to handle whatever questions they have to throw at me, especially when the standards at that godforsaken establishment are so disturbingly low. I take personal issue with your insinuations that I would be ill prepared for any form of intellectual pursuit, let alone for literary discussion, which is a subject that I excel in, and have acquired a good deal of knowledge on, and am particularly skilled at. You have offended me. If your intention was to ruin my day, then I’m afraid I dont have the energy at this ungodly hour to really let you know just how much you indeed have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really must go”
Connor finished munching down the last of his toast, and gulped away all his juice and got up to leave.
“Well I hope so Connor. But remember: everything’s on you this time. I’m saying nothing. My lips are sealed…
She locked her mouth and threw away a tiny invisible key. Conner narrowed his eyes and walked to the door. She called out.
“Do you want a ride?”
Connor was seething by this point and just about managed to force out a reply.
“No. Thankyou. Mother. Good day.”
His mother quickly ran and grabbed her purse and chased after him with a handful of money.
“Here, take this for lunch.”
Conner begrudgingly took the money and nodded and shoved it into his baggy pockets and put on his shapeless brown overcoat and she kissed his cheek and he left, muttering about common courtesy and respect and redemption. His mother stood waving at the window, and watched him skulking sullenly off up the drive, and carried on waving til long after he would have been able to see her. That is if he’d even been looking.
Connor walked through town towards his class, stopping occasionally to inspect the litter in the gutter. Every time he stopped he would screw up his face and make a noise and make a quick note into the dictaphone that he carried with him at all times.
“Connor Bible here. The time is 08:30 am on a Monday. I’ve apparently Stumbled onto a Possible crime scene…Apparent whoring and other vagabond behaviour. Theres a…Condom packet…a symbol of a decaying world where life is cheap, and love has become just another way to nab a quick buck from a hard working joe…I’ll keep my eyes peeled for any more signs of the moral transgression that’s gripped this godforsaken city. Bad things usually happen in threes.”
Connor put his dictaphone back in its holster, slipped his hands into the cavernous baggy pockets of his tracksuit bottoms and carried on, jangling his keys and whistling a mournful tune and thinking of ways in which he could incorporate this dismal scene into his next work-in-progress novel. A heart of gold prostitute would integrate perfectly into the story as a supporting role, also known as a deuteragonist. Her grisly murder at the hands of some unknown fiend was just the kind of narrative driving conflict that Connor was looking for. And her questionable employment sets an excellent backdrop for asking the kinds of moral questions that Joe Public are afraid to ask. This revelation was enough to make Connor’s face turn up into a wide smile. He had to admit, this surely meant hat his day wasnt entirely ruined. He still had his main obsession: writing, and that was enough to keep him going through even the darkest and most difficult times. He began composing a treatment in his head.
On a Faraway planet called trraa’ag, while fantastical magical beasts may roam the uncharted wildernesses, there is also another kind of wilderness. A more familiar wilderness: the wilderness of life at an inner city urban school, and 17 year old Porphyria Milton is having a hard time trying to navigate her way through it in one piece, especially seeing how she is being pursued by shadowy organisations that want to harness her psychic energy for their own nefarious purposes. With the help of the spirit of her murdered friend, who happened to be a prostitute, she…
Connors train of thought was stopped dead in it’s tracks when he reached the bus terminal and saw a face that he didnt much care for at all. It was Alison. She was in Connor’s business maths class. Connor thought she was a stuck up bitch. She noticed he was looking at her and waved and smiled her stuck up bitch smile. She took out her headphones and approached, her mask never slipping, her barracuda smile always stretched to the point where her face looked ready to crack.
“Hi Connor. How are you, hun?”
Connor was seething. He didnt know where this girl found the audacity to approach him in such a way. Like all beautiful girls, she thought she could get away with murder just because she is easy on the eye. She’d been giving Connor the come on for some time now, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He was too smart for that. First they get butter you up all nice, like. Then they start to ask for help with their academic pursuits, or even for money. By that point, they really have their claws in and there is no escape. Connor dreaded to think what kind of effect a distraction like that would have on his writing, and thought his face made his disinterest plain, for the world to see. But still she persisted in this futile little girl’s game. She could take her short skirts and crop tops and tanned, flat midriff with its jewel, encrusted perfectly chamfered indentation of a belly button and haughty airs and go shove it.
Connor said nothing. He just nodded and carried on jangling his keys, only more vigorously.
“Did you have a nice summer?”
Connor couldnt see this interaction ending any time soon, no matter how standoffish he was being. She was too dense to notice. He answered, just to hurry another inane conversation along to its inevitable pointless conclusion.
“It was satisfactory, yes. Although I’m glad to be getting back to my studies. ”
“Really? I think I could have used a few more weeks.”
“Oh.”
Connor made every effort to make sure his remark was tonally neutral, so she wouldn’t mistake it for a question and keep talking. It didn’t work. She was just too self centered.
“Yeah, I was at the beach for most of it with some friends. It was awesome. There were big campfires every night and so much drinking, it was crazy. And just when I was starting to get used to going swimming every morning, it was time to come home. Sucks. Now it’s back to the boring world of books, right?”
This was too much for Connor. He came alive and against his wishes, his disapproval pushed its way past his teeth and spurted through his lips.
“Oh I can assure you Alison, there is nothing boring about books.”
Alison laughed.
“Oh really? Then I must be reading the wrong books.”
Connor continued
“Personally I can’t think of anything more dull with drinking on a beach round a binfire, like some band of transients. No, no. The world of book’s is where I’d rather be, thankyou very much.”
Alison smiled her smile and said
“Well to each his own I guess.”
“And quite honestly, if more of the youth of today valued their education a little more highly, then the country might not be in the state of absolute decline it’s in now!”
“But arent you like, 24?”
Connor frowned and exhaled through his nose.
“Is there an age limit on education?”
“No I guess not, it’s just that I would have thought someone like you would have finished college already?”
“What do you mean someone like me?”
“You know…Bookish”
Conner snorted and looked away. At least she wasn’t completely braindead.
“Well its true I am quite well read, but after I finished school I took a year to find myself spiritually, and grow as a person. After that I realised that to be taken seriously as an intellectual I would need some credentials, so I returned to the world of education.”
Alison replied with an uninterested
“Oh”
Connor barreled on regardless.
“but I felt the environment was too stifling for a boy with my kind of brain, and, through no fault of my own, I didnt finish with the kind of grades that would get me into a real college, so I had to settle for academically roughing it with the plebs in a community college.”
“Plebs?”
Connor backtracked. He had momentarily forgotten that plebs don’t much like being called plebs.
“Oh, present company excluded, I assure you”
“Whats a pleb?”
“Its an ancient greek word. Its used to refer to the uneducated masses”
Alison seemed unphased and said
“I suppose that’s why we’re at college though huh?”
He replied, curtly
“Yes I suppose it is.”
Alison stood and smiled for what seemed to her like an eternity. Connor didn’t want to fall for it, so he diverted all his brainpower towards making his face as blank as physically possible until the bus arrived. When it did, Alison evidently finally got the hint and muttered some transparent parting pleasantry and mercifully left him to his thoughts.
“Who is it? What do you want?”
An angry voice called back
“Connor, this is the last time I’m asking. You get up right this second and stop this foolishness. You’re going to be late”
Connor groaned and fell back on his pillow.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing to me woman? When you try and burst in like that? Are you trying to give me an embolism?”
Connor rubbed his chest and let out a soft, high-pitched whine.
“No Connor, I mean it. You have all year to be late, the least you can do is be on time for the first day of term”
Connor rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids and smirked.
“What are you saying woman? You aren’t even making any sense. I could probably miss the entire first semester and I’d still be streets ahead of that filthy rabble they call a student body”
“Dont you talk to me like that Connor Bible. You think you’re too big for a clip round the ear, you’ve got another thing coming, now get up.”
Conner was a student at his local community college. At the spry young age of 19, after taking a year to find himself spiritually, and grow as a person, Connor decided that if anybody was ever going to take him seriously as an intellectual, he would need some credentials to back him up, so he went back to the world of education. He was a good student in highschool, and achieved high grades in English and creative writing, but he felt the environment was too stifling for a boy with his kind of brain, and, through no fault of his own, he didnt finish with the kind of grades that would get him into a real college, so his parents suggested he try academically roughing it with the plebs in a community college.
At first, Connor balked at this, but his parents said it would be good for him, so he persevered for two terms, balking all the way, before dropping out. Eventually, he had softened to the idea of community college considerably, and agreed with his parents that it would be a “good experience” and that he could even write about “it”, so when enrolments came around next year he was there. He signed up to LA Community college ready to take on as many of the classes as he possibly could. He took philosophy, film studies, physics, computing and english literature, as well as a compulsory maths and module. Unfortunately, connor wasnt used to this kind of highly cerebral, intense workload and he had to quit again, threatening suicide if his parents didnt let him.
He agreed that he wasnt ready for something so high pressure, so the next year he returned, this time enrolling in LA central community college and taking less classes. This went well until he got involved in some nasty business regarding an incident with a girl. He called it courtship but she called it stalking, and the schoolboard were lax enough to call it an agreement to disagree without getting any other authorities involved. This was enough indication that LA Central community college was a shoddy establishment that Connor wanted nothing to do with - had he really been a sex-pervert, then his release would have meant that a genuine predator had been allowed to walk free after just one quick interview, and barely any form of actual investigation. Because of this, he left and never went back to that college.
The next year, as he felt he had been making such good progress on the actual work until those republican meatheads stepped in with their rules about personal space and other stifling impositions on his intellectual freedom, he decided to enrol part time in the Community college of central LA. This turned out to be the perfect situation for Connor, as he only had to go once a week, the workload was reasonable and he didn’t spend have to spend any real time with any of his alleged peers. The only downside to this arrangement, was that it meant it would take him a total of 7 years to get the final diploma. Connor was currently in his second year. Aah, the life of a career academic.
Connor yawned and stretched and muttered and grumbled, and headed downstairs, staggering through one of the piles of discarded clothes that line his bedroom floor and emerging fully dressed on the other side. He reached the kitchen and just as his mother was buttering him some toast.
"There you are. Eat your breakfast.”
She sliced and plated the toast and placed it at his place at the table and scurried off to fetch some orange juice from the fridge. Connor walked around the table, still grumbling and sat down, picked up the toast, which was cold and smeared with unmelted butter, and by this point had become dry to the point where it was entirely inedible. He started choking it down, noting that he had no beverage with which to lubricate the process, and aid him in the unfortunate event that a chunk of this buttered drywall got lodged in his throat and obstructed his breathing. Connor would usually have bellowed some kind of reprimand at this kind of incompetence, but this time he kept his grievance to himself, and logged it in his ever growing mental list of “times the old witch has tried to kill me”. His mother scurried back in again, filled his glass and said.
“Oh, my little baby, don’t you look ever so handsome! Are you ready to go? Do you have all your books?”
Connor snorted, spittling the air with a shower of toast crumbs.
“Actually, I only have one English lesson today, so I won’t be needing to take any books.”
“No books in an English lesson? That doesnt sound right?”
“Oh, and I would suppose you are the expert on the course, that I am taking, is that right?”
“Don’t you sass me Connor. It doesn’t sound right that you’d have an English course with no books.”
“Mother, I can assure you that I am well read enough to be able to handle whatever questions they have to throw at me, especially when the standards at that godforsaken establishment are so disturbingly low. I take personal issue with your insinuations that I would be ill prepared for any form of intellectual pursuit, let alone for literary discussion, which is a subject that I excel in, and have acquired a good deal of knowledge on, and am particularly skilled at. You have offended me. If your intention was to ruin my day, then I’m afraid I dont have the energy at this ungodly hour to really let you know just how much you indeed have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really must go”
Connor finished munching down the last of his toast, and gulped away all his juice and got up to leave.
“Well I hope so Connor. But remember: everything’s on you this time. I’m saying nothing. My lips are sealed…
She locked her mouth and threw away a tiny invisible key. Conner narrowed his eyes and walked to the door. She called out.
“Do you want a ride?”
Connor was seething by this point and just about managed to force out a reply.
“No. Thankyou. Mother. Good day.”
His mother quickly ran and grabbed her purse and chased after him with a handful of money.
“Here, take this for lunch.”
Conner begrudgingly took the money and nodded and shoved it into his baggy pockets and put on his shapeless brown overcoat and she kissed his cheek and he left, muttering about common courtesy and respect and redemption. His mother stood waving at the window, and watched him skulking sullenly off up the drive, and carried on waving til long after he would have been able to see her. That is if he’d even been looking.
Connor walked through town towards his class, stopping occasionally to inspect the litter in the gutter. Every time he stopped he would screw up his face and make a noise and make a quick note into the dictaphone that he carried with him at all times.
“Connor Bible here. The time is 08:30 am on a Monday. I’ve apparently Stumbled onto a Possible crime scene…Apparent whoring and other vagabond behaviour. Theres a…Condom packet…a symbol of a decaying world where life is cheap, and love has become just another way to nab a quick buck from a hard working joe…I’ll keep my eyes peeled for any more signs of the moral transgression that’s gripped this godforsaken city. Bad things usually happen in threes.”
Connor put his dictaphone back in its holster, slipped his hands into the cavernous baggy pockets of his tracksuit bottoms and carried on, jangling his keys and whistling a mournful tune and thinking of ways in which he could incorporate this dismal scene into his next work-in-progress novel. A heart of gold prostitute would integrate perfectly into the story as a supporting role, also known as a deuteragonist. Her grisly murder at the hands of some unknown fiend was just the kind of narrative driving conflict that Connor was looking for. And her questionable employment sets an excellent backdrop for asking the kinds of moral questions that Joe Public are afraid to ask. This revelation was enough to make Connor’s face turn up into a wide smile. He had to admit, this surely meant hat his day wasnt entirely ruined. He still had his main obsession: writing, and that was enough to keep him going through even the darkest and most difficult times. He began composing a treatment in his head.
On a Faraway planet called trraa’ag, while fantastical magical beasts may roam the uncharted wildernesses, there is also another kind of wilderness. A more familiar wilderness: the wilderness of life at an inner city urban school, and 17 year old Porphyria Milton is having a hard time trying to navigate her way through it in one piece, especially seeing how she is being pursued by shadowy organisations that want to harness her psychic energy for their own nefarious purposes. With the help of the spirit of her murdered friend, who happened to be a prostitute, she…
Connors train of thought was stopped dead in it’s tracks when he reached the bus terminal and saw a face that he didnt much care for at all. It was Alison. She was in Connor’s business maths class. Connor thought she was a stuck up bitch. She noticed he was looking at her and waved and smiled her stuck up bitch smile. She took out her headphones and approached, her mask never slipping, her barracuda smile always stretched to the point where her face looked ready to crack.
“Hi Connor. How are you, hun?”
Connor was seething. He didnt know where this girl found the audacity to approach him in such a way. Like all beautiful girls, she thought she could get away with murder just because she is easy on the eye. She’d been giving Connor the come on for some time now, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He was too smart for that. First they get butter you up all nice, like. Then they start to ask for help with their academic pursuits, or even for money. By that point, they really have their claws in and there is no escape. Connor dreaded to think what kind of effect a distraction like that would have on his writing, and thought his face made his disinterest plain, for the world to see. But still she persisted in this futile little girl’s game. She could take her short skirts and crop tops and tanned, flat midriff with its jewel, encrusted perfectly chamfered indentation of a belly button and haughty airs and go shove it.
Connor said nothing. He just nodded and carried on jangling his keys, only more vigorously.
“Did you have a nice summer?”
Connor couldnt see this interaction ending any time soon, no matter how standoffish he was being. She was too dense to notice. He answered, just to hurry another inane conversation along to its inevitable pointless conclusion.
“It was satisfactory, yes. Although I’m glad to be getting back to my studies. ”
“Really? I think I could have used a few more weeks.”
“Oh.”
Connor made every effort to make sure his remark was tonally neutral, so she wouldn’t mistake it for a question and keep talking. It didn’t work. She was just too self centered.
“Yeah, I was at the beach for most of it with some friends. It was awesome. There were big campfires every night and so much drinking, it was crazy. And just when I was starting to get used to going swimming every morning, it was time to come home. Sucks. Now it’s back to the boring world of books, right?”
This was too much for Connor. He came alive and against his wishes, his disapproval pushed its way past his teeth and spurted through his lips.
“Oh I can assure you Alison, there is nothing boring about books.”
Alison laughed.
“Oh really? Then I must be reading the wrong books.”
Connor continued
“Personally I can’t think of anything more dull with drinking on a beach round a binfire, like some band of transients. No, no. The world of book’s is where I’d rather be, thankyou very much.”
Alison smiled her smile and said
“Well to each his own I guess.”
“And quite honestly, if more of the youth of today valued their education a little more highly, then the country might not be in the state of absolute decline it’s in now!”
“But arent you like, 24?”
Connor frowned and exhaled through his nose.
“Is there an age limit on education?”
“No I guess not, it’s just that I would have thought someone like you would have finished college already?”
“What do you mean someone like me?”
“You know…Bookish”
Conner snorted and looked away. At least she wasn’t completely braindead.
“Well its true I am quite well read, but after I finished school I took a year to find myself spiritually, and grow as a person. After that I realised that to be taken seriously as an intellectual I would need some credentials, so I returned to the world of education.”
Alison replied with an uninterested
“Oh”
Connor barreled on regardless.
“but I felt the environment was too stifling for a boy with my kind of brain, and, through no fault of my own, I didnt finish with the kind of grades that would get me into a real college, so I had to settle for academically roughing it with the plebs in a community college.”
“Plebs?”
Connor backtracked. He had momentarily forgotten that plebs don’t much like being called plebs.
“Oh, present company excluded, I assure you”
“Whats a pleb?”
“Its an ancient greek word. Its used to refer to the uneducated masses”
Alison seemed unphased and said
“I suppose that’s why we’re at college though huh?”
He replied, curtly
“Yes I suppose it is.”
Alison stood and smiled for what seemed to her like an eternity. Connor didn’t want to fall for it, so he diverted all his brainpower towards making his face as blank as physically possible until the bus arrived. When it did, Alison evidently finally got the hint and muttered some transparent parting pleasantry and mercifully left him to his thoughts.
