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DVD commentary: ROLL ON SUMMER
I've mentioned this fic before. It's the first one I poster on the pit.
I've been meaning to do DVD style commentary on my fics for a whole now. I'm doing this now because I'm going to be transferring all my fics to AO3 and I wanted to check my spellings and stuff again anyway.
ROLL ON SUMMER
(First posted on FanFiction.net on Mar 22, 2005)
I wrote this during my leaving cert English test (which is why no one's mentioned) but when I had finished I realised I had read the question wrong. Thankfully I had enough time to go back and do it right. (This is a Buffy The Vampire Slayer crossover. Comments will be in blue)
I've been meaning to do DVD style commentary on my fics for a whole now. I'm doing this now because I'm going to be transferring all my fics to AO3 and I wanted to check my spellings and stuff again anyway.
ROLL ON SUMMER
(First posted on FanFiction.net on Mar 22, 2005)
I wrote this during my leaving cert English test (which is why no one's mentioned) but when I had finished I realised I had read the question wrong. Thankfully I had enough time to go back and do it right. (This is a Buffy The Vampire Slayer crossover. Comments will be in blue)
Roll on summer the young man thought.
(As far as I can remember this was part of the prompt on the question. It had defiantly something to do this the summer anyway.)
He was daydreaming of holiday plans and struggling to pay attention.
(This is Xander. I had been reading a lot of fics that were admittedly a bit Gary-Stu like at the time.)
This in itself would be quite usual for a man of his age but instead of looking out a window in a classroom or some other situation along the same lines this young man was crouched on a roof beam of a warehouse hiding in shadows watching some figures unload boxes.
(something I've always struggled with is my run-on sentences. it's about the only piece of advice I got from my enlish teacher I remember)
I'm going to do nothing but laze around in the sun he fought back the urge to sigh even bad guys take a break for the summer.
The people below had finished unloading and were moving them to the centre of the warehouse moving out of the boy's field of vision.
Taking a breath to centre himself and concentrating on balance and silence he practically sprinted across the beam along the top of the warehouse.
Warehouses. I am SICK of warehouses he thought crouching down again.
This better be the last time they try this.
The reassuring weight of a silver ankh hit against his chest as he stopped and he thought about who gave it to him.
flashback
"You know you're the only one of my friends who knows about what I do and doesn't hassle me about it."
"You get what everyone gets, a lifetime. What you do with it is up to you."
(This is Death from the Endless by the way)
"Thanks."
end flashback
Thanks he fingered his chain and smiled as he thought how no matter what the outcome he would be among friends.
(because that's not morbid and emo at all)
A figure below detached itself from the group and got on a crate to make a speech.
He didn't bother listening; it was the usual 'rallying the troops' speech to show how nothing could stop them.
(plus I didn't know what they were actually saying. I also can't remember if they were supposed to be a vampire or some sort of demon.)
Time to get ready.
The figure was wearing black boots with good grips and reinforced toes and heals. Mainly to cause as much damage as possible with a kick 'cause I need all the help I can get and black jeans that he could move comfortably in, which meant that they were beginning to go grey but he didn't care about that.
From the bottom to the knee of the out side on both legs there was a metal bar, also black, that could be snapped together to make a staff.
Above the knee to the pockets you could see the black handles of throwing knives, if you could see him. He wasn't wearing black as a fashion statement after all.
(Yeah, my naration in this is a bit all over the place. I know wheat I was tiring to say but I don't know if I did it the right way.)
Under a leather jacket, that was bullet-proof (and, you guessed it, black) (more informal narration. And I don't think the brackets work) he was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with the words "I went to hell and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" written in red.
It was the only colour in his getup but he risked it, it was a gift from another friend and his favourite t-shirt.
(I can't for the-life-of-me remember who I had in mind for this. or even if I had someone in mind at all.)
He thought about his friend and wondered if he could persuade her to come on holiday with him to a beach somewhere.
(I know I was reading the Journey!verse by tenhawk at the time so maybe it was one of the charmed ones.)
Maybe I could get her to wear a bikini he smiled and shook the thought from his head as he moved toward the corner of the warehouse and away from the figures below.
As he moved the jacket opened and it was possible to see a pair of guns in shoulder holsters and extra clips arranged around his belt.
A few marked with various colours of tape.
(you can really tell the influence or fics like the Wanderer!verse & Journey!verse in this. He obviously has different rounds like hollow points with holy water & incendiary rounds. Of course, this was a story for a test so I didn't actually come out & say I was writing about a TV show vampire hunter. I was always a bit nervous about being too imaginative for English class)
On his back was a double-headed axe, balanced, versatile and easy to use, it slices, it dices but above all sharp.
(I'm aware this fic is just basically me describing the outfit and weapons Xander has. I had this image in my head and I was kind of just working out how to describe it.)
This was over his right shoulder; over his left was a sword; a gift from another friend who had made it himself.
(I had this character in my head who was an OC in the Highlander universe. I've seen the Highlander movies, but I've never watched the TV show. It's a popular crossover show for fic though so I had thought up this guy who was an apprentice blacksmith who found out he was immortal when he got kicked in the head by a horse. I never even gave the character a name though)
The young man had a lot of friends but they all tried to push him away from dangerous situations, but he couldn't go away, not when he knew that they weren't safe.
(see the episode "The Zeppo", spawner of a thousand Xander fics.)
The young man drooped down from the roof in the darkest corner, kicking off both walls to slow his descent and landed as quietly as possible. (Parkour!)
He crept as quietly as the shadows themselves to the door and locked it.
He had taken care of the other escape routes earlier.
Now he was trapped with them and they were trapped in with him.
He fingered the two grenades in his jacket pocket; they were for 'just in case'.
As he moved back towards the centre of the room he smiled.
Roll on summer
(This origaly ended with the line "Let's cause some carnage." But that's a really stupid last line. I needed something to end the fic on but I couldn't think of what us use at the time. I've changed it now becuse I can.)
(As far as I can remember this was part of the prompt on the question. It had defiantly something to do this the summer anyway.)
He was daydreaming of holiday plans and struggling to pay attention.
(This is Xander. I had been reading a lot of fics that were admittedly a bit Gary-Stu like at the time.)
This in itself would be quite usual for a man of his age but instead of looking out a window in a classroom or some other situation along the same lines this young man was crouched on a roof beam of a warehouse hiding in shadows watching some figures unload boxes.
(something I've always struggled with is my run-on sentences. it's about the only piece of advice I got from my enlish teacher I remember)
I'm going to do nothing but laze around in the sun he fought back the urge to sigh even bad guys take a break for the summer.
The people below had finished unloading and were moving them to the centre of the warehouse moving out of the boy's field of vision.
Taking a breath to centre himself and concentrating on balance and silence he practically sprinted across the beam along the top of the warehouse.
Warehouses. I am SICK of warehouses he thought crouching down again.
This better be the last time they try this.
The reassuring weight of a silver ankh hit against his chest as he stopped and he thought about who gave it to him.
flashback
"You know you're the only one of my friends who knows about what I do and doesn't hassle me about it."
"You get what everyone gets, a lifetime. What you do with it is up to you."
(This is Death from the Endless by the way)
"Thanks."
end flashback
Thanks he fingered his chain and smiled as he thought how no matter what the outcome he would be among friends.
(because that's not morbid and emo at all)
A figure below detached itself from the group and got on a crate to make a speech.
He didn't bother listening; it was the usual 'rallying the troops' speech to show how nothing could stop them.
(plus I didn't know what they were actually saying. I also can't remember if they were supposed to be a vampire or some sort of demon.)
Time to get ready.
The figure was wearing black boots with good grips and reinforced toes and heals. Mainly to cause as much damage as possible with a kick 'cause I need all the help I can get and black jeans that he could move comfortably in, which meant that they were beginning to go grey but he didn't care about that.
From the bottom to the knee of the out side on both legs there was a metal bar, also black, that could be snapped together to make a staff.
Above the knee to the pockets you could see the black handles of throwing knives, if you could see him. He wasn't wearing black as a fashion statement after all.
(Yeah, my naration in this is a bit all over the place. I know wheat I was tiring to say but I don't know if I did it the right way.)
Under a leather jacket, that was bullet-proof (and, you guessed it, black) (more informal narration. And I don't think the brackets work) he was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with the words "I went to hell and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" written in red.
It was the only colour in his getup but he risked it, it was a gift from another friend and his favourite t-shirt.
(I can't for the-life-of-me remember who I had in mind for this. or even if I had someone in mind at all.)
He thought about his friend and wondered if he could persuade her to come on holiday with him to a beach somewhere.
(I know I was reading the Journey!verse by tenhawk at the time so maybe it was one of the charmed ones.)
Maybe I could get her to wear a bikini he smiled and shook the thought from his head as he moved toward the corner of the warehouse and away from the figures below.
As he moved the jacket opened and it was possible to see a pair of guns in shoulder holsters and extra clips arranged around his belt.
A few marked with various colours of tape.
(you can really tell the influence or fics like the Wanderer!verse & Journey!verse in this. He obviously has different rounds like hollow points with holy water & incendiary rounds. Of course, this was a story for a test so I didn't actually come out & say I was writing about a TV show vampire hunter. I was always a bit nervous about being too imaginative for English class)
On his back was a double-headed axe, balanced, versatile and easy to use, it slices, it dices but above all sharp.
(I'm aware this fic is just basically me describing the outfit and weapons Xander has. I had this image in my head and I was kind of just working out how to describe it.)
This was over his right shoulder; over his left was a sword; a gift from another friend who had made it himself.
(I had this character in my head who was an OC in the Highlander universe. I've seen the Highlander movies, but I've never watched the TV show. It's a popular crossover show for fic though so I had thought up this guy who was an apprentice blacksmith who found out he was immortal when he got kicked in the head by a horse. I never even gave the character a name though)
The young man had a lot of friends but they all tried to push him away from dangerous situations, but he couldn't go away, not when he knew that they weren't safe.
(see the episode "The Zeppo", spawner of a thousand Xander fics.)
The young man drooped down from the roof in the darkest corner, kicking off both walls to slow his descent and landed as quietly as possible. (Parkour!)
He crept as quietly as the shadows themselves to the door and locked it.
He had taken care of the other escape routes earlier.
Now he was trapped with them and they were trapped in with him.
He fingered the two grenades in his jacket pocket; they were for 'just in case'.
As he moved back towards the centre of the room he smiled.
Roll on summer
(This origaly ended with the line "Let's cause some carnage." But that's a really stupid last line. I needed something to end the fic on but I couldn't think of what us use at the time. I've changed it now becuse I can.)