Title: Cat and Mouse
Description: she was his prey...but neither knew it
Description: she was his prey...but neither knew it
delusional_lala - April 9, 2005 05:10 AM (GMT)
Disclaimer: I keep Orlando locked in my basement, where I feed him cookies so one day I may roast him and eat some Bloomy Ham. But, alas, woe is me, for I do not own this talented actor. Neither do I own other actors that make up the fellowship (I don't know if they will show up, but just in case) This is rated R it may have a NC-17 scene later on, I don't know. I basically bull shitting this. Don't think this is some pedophilic story, just cause he happens to run into a fourteen year old the first couple of chapters. I not being that rabid of a fan of Orlando, don't remember exactly how Orlando's life is mapped out. So if the events don't coincide with Orlando's age or the date, don't worry about it. It is fiction after all. I could decide to make Orlando a ballerina, but what's the fun in that. I'm not much of a dancer myself, but I'm not much of a movie person, either. Actually Orlando Bloom is the first celebrity crush I have had, and I'm doing a really sucky job at being a fan. I know only the basic facts about him. So if I say his favorite color is purple and not what ever it is, I guess that's all fine and dandy. It's really late and I just wanna go to bed. So I'll shut up now. I don't know if this will be funny or serious, or emotional. The last story I did ended up all sappy and tear-ish, when I was going for the funny. We'll just have to see. And I'm not that happy with this one, so I might just all of a sudden stop writing it for a few months until I decide to put myself through the torture of writing bollocks. Anywho:
Cat and Mouse
Starring:
Orlando as Orlando Bloom
Adrianna Smith as Anna Smith
And Greeny Beany from the OBfiles board as Allison Green
Chapter 1:
Orlando frowned, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. He just couldn’t get it. He looked through all the dusty shelves from the beginning of the S authors all the way to T, yet he couldn’t find anything by William Shakespeare. The book, Much Ado About Nothing, was no where in sight. It was befuddling. The book store had to have Shakespeare’s work. He was new to London and this was the only book store that he knew of. Add to the fact he had to have the book for class on Tuesday, he didn’t have much time to search all over the city. Maybe he missed it in the dim lighting.
A small, fragile girl entered his row of shelves, carrying a pile of books over which her hazel eyes appeared, donning a pair of rather large glasses. She had on an oversized sweatshirt that went down to her knees, under which were faded, ripped jeans that covered her feet, dragging on the floor. Every once in a while, sandaled toes poked out from underneath the pants. She began putting away books in different slots.
Maybe she works here, thought Orlando. No, she’s too young, probably only twelve or something.
Now he felt stupid just standing there in confusion. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, as the girls eyes rested upon him.
Stop staring!
He turned and scowled at her, as she ducked her head, blushing.
“Excuse me, mister.” The girl spoke softly and in a gentle manner. Almost frightened, like a mouse.
“What?” Orlando snapped, irritated.
“Maybe, if you’d like, well, I think…What are you looking for?”
“What’s it to you.” The girl frowned.
“Well, I thought that I may be able to help you find it.” Orlando wrinkles his nose at the thought of some child helping him, but his pride finally relented.
“I’m looking for Much Ado About Nothing by-“
“William Shakespeare. Well, one problem might be is that you’re in the mystery section.” She smiles, showing off her braces.
“Well, where would it be, then?”
“In the poetry/plays section. Follow me, I’ll show you.” The mouse like girl walked past Orlando and he caught a whiff of vanilla, following her out and across the store to a area in a corner. She crouched on the ground, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and stood, handing Orlando the book he wanted.
“I could have gotten it myself.”
“I was just trying to help.” She bowed her head, cheeks flushing pink.
Ah, how can you stay mad at that?
“Do you like Shakespeare?”
“Oh, yes. I love As You Like It the best.”
“Well, what a coincidence, my name’s Orlando.”
“Oh, wish I could say my name’s as pretty as Rosalind, but it’s just Anna. Well, Adrianna, but no one calls me that.”
“It’s nice to meet you Anna.” She blushes once again. Well, she’s probably not used to have older guys talking to her or boys at all.
“Nice to meet you, too. I really must get back to work, though.”
“You work here? How old are you?”
“I’m fourteen. My dad owns the place, so I help out.”
“Ah. Well, I must be going now, too. It was nice speaking. Sorry for being mean earlier.” He held out his hand and she shook it. Such small hands.
“Have a good day, sir.”
“It’s Orlando.”
“Yes, sir-I mean, Orlando. Good bye.”
“Bye.” Orlando waved, walking to the cashier, paying for the book, and leaving, not giving a second thought about some nerdy teenage girl who helped him find a book in a musty store.
Okay, I know it's short, but my brain can only function in short amounts. I am stupid as you can see as it is reflected in my writing. Which is utter bollocks. But I, being the loser that I am, have the time to type up stories about famous actors, who would probably freak if they saw people writing stories with them in it. I may switch it to first person so that way my characters can rant and rave more, because I can do a lot more writing having the characters have conversations in their heads....I'l shut up now. Next chapter tomorrow, well, today, because it's 1:00 here...l
Cat and Mouse
Starring:
Orlando as Orlando Bloom
Adrianna Smith as Anna Smith
And Greeny Beany from the OBfiles board as Allison Green
Chapter 1:
Orlando frowned, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. He just couldn’t get it. He looked through all the dusty shelves from the beginning of the S authors all the way to T, yet he couldn’t find anything by William Shakespeare. The book, Much Ado About Nothing, was no where in sight. It was befuddling. The book store had to have Shakespeare’s work. He was new to London and this was the only book store that he knew of. Add to the fact he had to have the book for class on Tuesday, he didn’t have much time to search all over the city. Maybe he missed it in the dim lighting.
A small, fragile girl entered his row of shelves, carrying a pile of books over which her hazel eyes appeared, donning a pair of rather large glasses. She had on an oversized sweatshirt that went down to her knees, under which were faded, ripped jeans that covered her feet, dragging on the floor. Every once in a while, sandaled toes poked out from underneath the pants. She began putting away books in different slots.
Maybe she works here, thought Orlando. No, she’s too young, probably only twelve or something.
Now he felt stupid just standing there in confusion. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, as the girls eyes rested upon him.
Stop staring!
He turned and scowled at her, as she ducked her head, blushing.
“Excuse me, mister.” The girl spoke softly and in a gentle manner. Almost frightened, like a mouse.
“What?” Orlando snapped, irritated.
“Maybe, if you’d like, well, I think…What are you looking for?”
“What’s it to you.” The girl frowned.
“Well, I thought that I may be able to help you find it.” Orlando wrinkles his nose at the thought of some child helping him, but his pride finally relented.
“I’m looking for Much Ado About Nothing by-“
“William Shakespeare. Well, one problem might be is that you’re in the mystery section.” She smiles, showing off her braces.
“Well, where would it be, then?”
“In the poetry/plays section. Follow me, I’ll show you.” The mouse like girl walked past Orlando and he caught a whiff of vanilla, following her out and across the store to a area in a corner. She crouched on the ground, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and stood, handing Orlando the book he wanted.
“I could have gotten it myself.”
“I was just trying to help.” She bowed her head, cheeks flushing pink.
Ah, how can you stay mad at that?
“Do you like Shakespeare?”
“Oh, yes. I love As You Like It the best.”
“Well, what a coincidence, my name’s Orlando.”
“Oh, wish I could say my name’s as pretty as Rosalind, but it’s just Anna. Well, Adrianna, but no one calls me that.”
“It’s nice to meet you Anna.” She blushes once again. Well, she’s probably not used to have older guys talking to her or boys at all.
“Nice to meet you, too. I really must get back to work, though.”
“You work here? How old are you?”
“I’m fourteen. My dad owns the place, so I help out.”
“Ah. Well, I must be going now, too. It was nice speaking. Sorry for being mean earlier.” He held out his hand and she shook it. Such small hands.
“Have a good day, sir.”
“It’s Orlando.”
“Yes, sir-I mean, Orlando. Good bye.”
“Bye.” Orlando waved, walking to the cashier, paying for the book, and leaving, not giving a second thought about some nerdy teenage girl who helped him find a book in a musty store.
Okay, I know it's short, but my brain can only function in short amounts. I am stupid as you can see as it is reflected in my writing. Which is utter bollocks. But I, being the loser that I am, have the time to type up stories about famous actors, who would probably freak if they saw people writing stories with them in it. I may switch it to first person so that way my characters can rant and rave more, because I can do a lot more writing having the characters have conversations in their heads....I'l shut up now. Next chapter tomorrow, well, today, because it's 1:00 here...l
sxc_stylez - April 9, 2005 07:59 AM (GMT)
SQUEE! New fic.
| QUOTE |
| I may switch it to first person so that way my characters can rant and rave more |
Do that! Your rants are so damn funny!
Elijahfan14 - April 9, 2005 02:55 PM (GMT)
This sounds very intresting so far.
^_^
~Stacy~
^_^
~Stacy~
delusional_lala - April 9, 2005 03:53 PM (GMT)
Chapter 2:
Anna was sitting down on one of the many couches in Smith’s Book Emporium, her nose buried deep in a book, when Orlando stumbled into the shop.
“Damn shoelaces, always coming untied.” He mutters to himself, pulling out a stack of papers, throwing himself down on the couch opposite of Anna, and putting his feet up on the coffee table. Anna raised her eyebrow.
Gets right at home, doesn’t he? He doesn’t even say hello. Probably doesn’t remember me, after all, it’s been two weeks.
Anna went back to her reading, almost getting lost in another place and time when it started. The noise. And it was coming from Orlando. His forehead was wrinkled in concentration and his mouth moved, uttering words in a whisper. How could she concentrate with him muttering. She knew she should have taken her ADD medicine that morning. She took off her glasses and wiped them with a cleaning cloth she always kept in her pocket, putting them back on her face. She sneezed, her allergies always heightened by being in the dusty shop. Orlando scowled at the interruption and began whispering louder. Anna delved her nose further in to the book, thinking that maybe if she was closer to the text, she would be able to read more easily. No such luck. She rubbed her forehead and coughed, trying to get Orlando’s attention. This caused him to bring the sheets of paper closer to him and read louder. Anna was getting annoyed. She grumbled to herself. “Stupid guy can’t even read to himself.”
“Would you shut up? I’m trying to read.” Now he’s getting mad at me for talking. What’s with this guy?
“Would you shut up? I’m trying to read.” Orlando looked up in annoyance to find the mousey girl from a couple of weeks ago glaring at him.
“Go somewhere else if you don’t want to listen to me.”
“I was here first!” Anna protested, but then blushed. “Fine, I’ll leave.” She said dejectedly.
Gah! Why do I have to have a conscience? Orlando cursed himself. “No stay.” Anna hesitated, but he motioned for her to sit down, so she drops back into the seat. “What are you reading?”
“The Count of Monte Cristo.” She replied softly.
“That’s a complicated book to read.”
“You’ve read it?”
“No, my friend did back in high school. I don’t like reading very much.”
“Then what are you doing now?” The mouse, as Orlando had christened her, asked.
“Oh, this is a script for school.”
“Ah, so you’re an actor.” She raised her eyebrows, smirking.
“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing…so, any particular reason for you to be reading out loud?”
“Well, I’m kind of dyslexic.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Do you even know what it means?” Sarah cleared her throat, sitting up straight in her seat.
“Dyslexic. Of or relating to dyslexia. A person affected by dyslexia.”
“Very funny. Do you know what dyslexia is?”
“A learning disorder marked by impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words. Stemming from New Latin: dys and the Greek lexis, meaning speech. From legein, to speak, or leg- in Indo-European Roots.”
“That’s kind of creepy.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. But even with your dyslexia, you don’t like to read?”
“Nope. And don’t have time either.”
“But-“
“Just leave me alone, okay, kid.”
“Don’t call me kid. You’re the one who started talking in the first place.” Orlando glared at her and all the new found confidence Anna had was crushed. She bowed her head and shut her mouth, blushing once again.
Orlando sighed, he felt like such a jack ass. He just got uncomfortable talking about reading and things since he was never good at it as a child. He was always struggling in school and he was teased a lot in primary school. So he didn’t need some child getting on his back about it. Even though, relatively, she was only five years younger. Just forget about her and go on memorizing your lines.
Anna was sitting down on one of the many couches in Smith’s Book Emporium, her nose buried deep in a book, when Orlando stumbled into the shop.
“Damn shoelaces, always coming untied.” He mutters to himself, pulling out a stack of papers, throwing himself down on the couch opposite of Anna, and putting his feet up on the coffee table. Anna raised her eyebrow.
Gets right at home, doesn’t he? He doesn’t even say hello. Probably doesn’t remember me, after all, it’s been two weeks.
Anna went back to her reading, almost getting lost in another place and time when it started. The noise. And it was coming from Orlando. His forehead was wrinkled in concentration and his mouth moved, uttering words in a whisper. How could she concentrate with him muttering. She knew she should have taken her ADD medicine that morning. She took off her glasses and wiped them with a cleaning cloth she always kept in her pocket, putting them back on her face. She sneezed, her allergies always heightened by being in the dusty shop. Orlando scowled at the interruption and began whispering louder. Anna delved her nose further in to the book, thinking that maybe if she was closer to the text, she would be able to read more easily. No such luck. She rubbed her forehead and coughed, trying to get Orlando’s attention. This caused him to bring the sheets of paper closer to him and read louder. Anna was getting annoyed. She grumbled to herself. “Stupid guy can’t even read to himself.”
“Would you shut up? I’m trying to read.” Now he’s getting mad at me for talking. What’s with this guy?
“Would you shut up? I’m trying to read.” Orlando looked up in annoyance to find the mousey girl from a couple of weeks ago glaring at him.
“Go somewhere else if you don’t want to listen to me.”
“I was here first!” Anna protested, but then blushed. “Fine, I’ll leave.” She said dejectedly.
Gah! Why do I have to have a conscience? Orlando cursed himself. “No stay.” Anna hesitated, but he motioned for her to sit down, so she drops back into the seat. “What are you reading?”
“The Count of Monte Cristo.” She replied softly.
“That’s a complicated book to read.”
“You’ve read it?”
“No, my friend did back in high school. I don’t like reading very much.”
“Then what are you doing now?” The mouse, as Orlando had christened her, asked.
“Oh, this is a script for school.”
“Ah, so you’re an actor.” She raised her eyebrows, smirking.
“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing…so, any particular reason for you to be reading out loud?”
“Well, I’m kind of dyslexic.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Do you even know what it means?” Sarah cleared her throat, sitting up straight in her seat.
“Dyslexic. Of or relating to dyslexia. A person affected by dyslexia.”
“Very funny. Do you know what dyslexia is?”
“A learning disorder marked by impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words. Stemming from New Latin: dys and the Greek lexis, meaning speech. From legein, to speak, or leg- in Indo-European Roots.”
“That’s kind of creepy.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. But even with your dyslexia, you don’t like to read?”
“Nope. And don’t have time either.”
“But-“
“Just leave me alone, okay, kid.”
“Don’t call me kid. You’re the one who started talking in the first place.” Orlando glared at her and all the new found confidence Anna had was crushed. She bowed her head and shut her mouth, blushing once again.
Orlando sighed, he felt like such a jack ass. He just got uncomfortable talking about reading and things since he was never good at it as a child. He was always struggling in school and he was teased a lot in primary school. So he didn’t need some child getting on his back about it. Even though, relatively, she was only five years younger. Just forget about her and go on memorizing your lines.
Elijahfan14 - April 9, 2005 07:44 PM (GMT)
This is fun reading about the childish, teenage ways of Orlando. Very amusing.
:bloom:
~Stacy~
:bloom:
~Stacy~
delusional_lala - April 10, 2005 03:58 AM (GMT)
You know. I hate this story. I don't think I'm going to write anymore of this. I have a story that's much more my style that I want to do. This was too pansyish for me. I don't like shy girls. I don't really like the plot I had planned out. It was a stupid plot. So anyways. Don't expect anymore updates.
I decided I want to do one completely in Orlando's point of view or something. I'm not very good with third person.
I decided I want to do one completely in Orlando's point of view or something. I'm not very good with third person.
sxc_stylez - April 10, 2005 11:08 AM (GMT)
Awwwww..... :cry:
Elijahfan14 - April 10, 2005 01:56 PM (GMT)
:(
Ok. It was nice while it lasted.
~Stacy~
Ok. It was nice while it lasted.
~Stacy~