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Pillows fluffed around Linus's head when he fell back on his bed, camera in hand. He had been on his feet all day was glad to finally be able to get some rest. He hadn't been able to film much today, but that wouldn't stop him from watching the video he had taken of that postman again. He straightened himself up so that he was not laying so far back.
He felt something uncomfortable under his butt, and wriggled around in the spot he was sitting to see if that helped. Giving up he reached under him and felt the rough paper of a package. Of course his first thought was From the pretty British mail man!? He could only make out the numbers on the return address, and of course the name of his hotel. He hastily ripped open the package, disappointed to find a book. He hated reading, unless it was something about film. Upon closer examination he realized it was not a book book, but a journal.
It wasn't exactly what he was looking for but he opened it, right away noticing his own name on the cover. This Damien fella was good, Linus was sure now that he was a spy or something, how else would he know Linus's middle name. Unless... now Linus couldn't remember if had told the other his full name. Forget the name, what was the other stuff Linus could make out: "AVT-backwards three-PW-something between a c and s..AVTTHREEPWSC" He made a face, that didn't sound nice at all. Of course he recognized the Greek as Greek, but it might as well a pictogram fused with english.
Then.. what made matters worse, this journal was already written in. "Are you kidding me? A USED JOURNAL!" He started skimming through the writings, noticing the different handwriting styles. He didn't care to read them, some of them looked kind of long, and the handwriting wasn't a lot of times too fancy or messy to read, but mostly the length. He pulled a pen from his murse and tapped it on the blank page he turned to.
This was probably some kind book that postman gave to all of those vulnerable young people he had infatuated. What a cocky bastard. He could only imagine those other entries were filled with. Love confessions, telephone numbers, offers for sex. Well he wasn't gonna give this guy the satisfaction.. even if it was tempting...just a bit.
Now all of this started to sound like a really good movie, so even if he was wrong he was gonna go with the idea he had.
Hello little british omen.
I'd like to know how you got my address.
Wait.. he was a postman.. that would be easy.
I was lying when I said I liked Julie Stiles, I hate Save the Last Dance, not to mention she acted with Freddie Prinze Jr. in that one movie
No.. this was no good, he couldn't hide behind Freddie Prinze.
I have decided to post your video on youtube for my own benefit. In case you haven't noticed Charlie the Unicorn is very popular, he has stickers and shirts, and hoodies. And that was just weird looking animation with unicorns. I can make millions from this
you might make millions too that all depends on you-
What the hell was he doing.. of course that story he had just hatched in his mind wasn't real. Actually his dad probably sent this journal and it was like a collection of histories from old grandmothers and great-cousins-uncles. Hanukkah was right around the corner. Well he could use this for movie ideas at least. Not that he wrote down much.
He laughed at the thought of anyone catching him getting carried away with these stories, cause often times when he was alone he would do things like this. He wasn't crazy though, putting himself in the idea he had just made the creative juices flow.
He felt something uncomfortable under his butt, and wriggled around in the spot he was sitting to see if that helped. Giving up he reached under him and felt the rough paper of a package. Of course his first thought was From the pretty British mail man!? He could only make out the numbers on the return address, and of course the name of his hotel. He hastily ripped open the package, disappointed to find a book. He hated reading, unless it was something about film. Upon closer examination he realized it was not a book book, but a journal.
It wasn't exactly what he was looking for but he opened it, right away noticing his own name on the cover. This Damien fella was good, Linus was sure now that he was a spy or something, how else would he know Linus's middle name. Unless... now Linus couldn't remember if had told the other his full name. Forget the name, what was the other stuff Linus could make out: "AVT-backwards three-PW-something between a c and s..AVTTHREEPWSC" He made a face, that didn't sound nice at all. Of course he recognized the Greek as Greek, but it might as well a pictogram fused with english.
Then.. what made matters worse, this journal was already written in. "Are you kidding me? A USED JOURNAL!" He started skimming through the writings, noticing the different handwriting styles. He didn't care to read them, some of them looked kind of long, and the handwriting wasn't a lot of times too fancy or messy to read, but mostly the length. He pulled a pen from his murse and tapped it on the blank page he turned to.
This was probably some kind book that postman gave to all of those vulnerable young people he had infatuated. What a cocky bastard. He could only imagine those other entries were filled with. Love confessions, telephone numbers, offers for sex. Well he wasn't gonna give this guy the satisfaction.. even if it was tempting...just a bit.
Now all of this started to sound like a really good movie, so even if he was wrong he was gonna go with the idea he had.
Hello little british omen.
Wait.. he was a postman.. that would be easy.
No.. this was no good, he couldn't hide behind Freddie Prinze.
I have decided to post your video on youtube for my own benefit. In case you haven't noticed Charlie the Unicorn is very popular, he has stickers and shirts, and hoodies. And that was just weird looking animation with unicorns. I can make millions from this
you might make millions too that all depends on you-
What the hell was he doing.. of course that story he had just hatched in his mind wasn't real. Actually his dad probably sent this journal and it was like a collection of histories from old grandmothers and great-cousins-uncles. Hanukkah was right around the corner. Well he could use this for movie ideas at least. Not that he wrote down much.
He laughed at the thought of anyone catching him getting carried away with these stories, cause often times when he was alone he would do things like this. He wasn't crazy though, putting himself in the idea he had just made the creative juices flow.