Sooooooo.... Been a while since my last post.

What have I been up to? Well not too much since school ended (for the year, not forever). Been working quite a lot, pulling what feels like a sick ammount of shifts, eventhough I should probably not be complaining compared to the hours most other people in this world work.

Haven't been to a single karate class in about six weeks. I just don't like it as much anymore. Think I'll 'revert' to doing Taekwondo again next year, I've got a higher belt in that anyways.

Have also been listening to a lot of music. If you're into the stuff I'm into (which I doubt, since I like mainstream rock and pop-punk primarily), I recommend the albums 'Swan Songs' by Hollywood Undead, 'Only by the Night' by Kings Of Leon, 'One Cold Night' by Seether, 'Rip It Off' by Stroke 9 and finally 'Start Static' by Sugarcult. I'm also quite into the YouTube band Boyce Avenue, look 'em up, they're more about acoustic stuff.

Haven't seen any spectacular movies lately. Just watching a lot of Veronica Mars lately.

Don't know if I've mentioned this, but I was in the paper about 3 months ago. Not as a writer this time (my internship ended past december) but in a pic about this acting class I'm taking. Here's it:

I would be the male. Got my hair cut though (like 4 days ago, it was getting way too long, longer then in the pic). Will put up a pic if I ever get photographed again :P

Aside from that, I have, when I had the time and was in the mood, been working on doing a little more creative writing. Currently scribbling a little about a slackerish guy who fights demons and stuff. I'd describe it as a mixture of Reaper, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Power Rangers and American Pie. Not very original, I know, ergo the still working on it-status.

That's about it for now, more updates when there's anything update-worthy,

Greetings, regards and hugs and kisses (did that make me sound too girly?),

Daan

Hewlo!

So this is a fairly lengthy story about Batman. Not so much about the characters as it is an attempt to get a certain mood and action-vibe going. Put in some pictures just for the sake of breaking it up a bit :P

Pip-pip mates,

Daan

He stood tall on the rooftop, looking over the city covered in darkness. Rain was pouring down, drops of it falling all over the city, but also on him. On his cape, his cowl, his mask. He didn’t respond to it. The Batman was as accustomed to it as he was to the dark of night he operated in. His boots planted firmly on the ledge, he peered over the Gotham Skyline. Certain parts of the city, the good parts, were lit up. Others remained as dark as night. The rain and coming storm made these slums look even more depressing than they were.

 

The Batman waited. Counted the seconds. Vigilantly, he scanned the streets beneath him. He knew that within moments, the people he was prowling for would appear. He tried to shut out the sound of the raindrops dropping and the stormy sky cracking. The building he was standing on was built on the outskirts, the outer-rim, of the city. He tried to hear the sound, the soul, of his nightly Gotham. He heard cars, trains, people and the usual ruckus. He knew that he would hear desperate cries for help and attention if he’d move further into the city. Which wasn’t to say that this part of town was any better. Every quarter of Gotham was dredges by evil and corruption. It wasn’t always apparent, but it lurked around every corner.

 

The sound of a loud car revving down caught his attention. With his binoculars, Batman got as clear a view of it as he could. It was a big black limousine. Old and noisy, a classic. Behind the limousine, two big clunky jeeps followed, and behind them rode a big rig. Batman figured that his main target was in the limousine and the muscle followed in the jeeps. He readied himself for their arrival, keeping a close eye on the vehicles as they crossed the Staten-bridge and drove down the roads towards this abandoned factory he was standing on.

The factory had produced pharmaceutical and chemical products in a lighter, better time. Even though it had shut down years ago, the machinery was still there. To get it up and running, you just had to plug it into the power supply. Since that was gone, however, the criminals had brought their own generator in the big rig.

 

Since he had researched their every move, considering every angle and anticipated their intentions, The Batman knew what these guys were planning. They’d put the factory back in business. But instead of making medicine, they’d make drugs. Drugs they’d sell on the streets, in subway stations and maybe even on schoolyards. They’d corrupt generations, create new criminals and low-lives. People who may have had a small chance, a glimmer of hope of having a good and prosper life. These criminals would prevent that, ruin that chance. They would ensure that the people of Gotham would not get the break they needed to rebuild their once shining city, to pick it up from the ground. Batman couldn’t and wouldn’t let that happen. He would stop them right here and now. It was his mission, his prerogative.

 

As the vehicles pulled up and stopped in front of the factory, The Batman prepared himself to attack. The muscle, six men, got out of their jeeps, while two more dismounted the big heavy rig. The limousine’s right front door opened and the driver got out. He walked towards the back and opened the door for his passenger. It was Bobbi Maroni, one of Gotham’s godfathers, it’s crime lords, stemming from a family of Mafioso with a rich criminal history. While he knew he couldn’t stop them over-night, Batman was determined to end this particular operation right here and now. He took a deep breath and leaped down from the rooftop.

 

The gangsters, a total of ten including Maroni, were shook up by a big black shadow landing violently on top of one of the jeeps. The shadow came to life within instants. It looked at Bobby Maroni with sharp, piercing eyes. The six musclemen drew their weapons, but before they could aim it at him, The Batman had disappeared. Maroni hid behind his driver. He wasn’t just scared, he was frightened. He looked around. His driver had his weapon out. “I need one”, Maroni said. The driver handed his boss a pistol, loaded and cocked. All of the gangsters could feel it in the air, the fear that The Batman had brought with him. Anxiously, Maroni scanned around. His driver was still there, and so was the muscle he brought, but where were the truck driver and his helper? “Tommy, Vitto? Where are you guys?!” He shouted it with a voice that trembled more then he had hoped. He didn’t see them. “Go look!” Maroni ordered one of his goons. The goon walked towards the rig, but before he reached it he fell flat on his back when a loud THUD could be heard.

Three down, The Batman thought. He’d thrown a Batarang into this hoodlums head and he’d taken the two near the rig out when they were all confused because of his appearance. After he’d ‘vanished’, he had snuck up behind the two men and quickly dispatched them with several well-placed chops and punches. Their limb bodies were hidden underneath the rig. The Batman himself was standing behind the rig, out of sight for now, but he knew he’d have to move quickly. He was still outnumbered, even though his odds had improved and it was now ‘only’ seven to one. First crouching down deeply, Batman then jumped up as far and fast as he could and popped up in front of the truck, facing his foes.

 

Maroni and his muscles saw The Batman come up in front of the truck. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air. During a brief moment, they were in shock. Two of the goons were within Batman’s range, one of them standing to his left, the other to his right. The towering Batman, clad in dark grey and black colours as always, spun to his right and backfisted the goon with ferocious power. Before the hoodlum had dropped, the Batman spun to his left, rain still falling on him and being splashed around by his moving feet and waving cape. Batman lifted up his left leg, spun another round and then kicked the gangster square in the face. The man actually spun around in the air before he fell hard to the floor. Batman now stood straight, an imposing figure, ready to take out the remaining five.

 

Maroni and his men had regained their composure. His driver pulled Maroni out of Batman’s sight, behind the limousine. The three musclemen started shooting, pulling the triggers as they dashed towards The Dark Knight. Batman rolled away, covering behind one of the jeeps. He was gone again, the men couldn’t spot him. As they had figured out from their years of enforcing the streets, the best way to find someone was to split up, so they did. One of the men walked over to the rig, while the other two attempted to cover the jeeps. They circled around the vehicles but didn’t spot The Bat. “I don’t see him”, One of them exclaimed loudly, trying to make himself heard over the rain, the storm and thunder. “Do you?” He asked his friend. Before his friend could reply, the jeeps back door flew open and hit him right in the head. Batman had been lying on the rear seat and had kicked the unlocked door open with force. It smashed into the hood with power and took him out of the fight.

 

After seeing his friend drop, the other gangster opened fire and emptied a clip on the truck. When his pistol was empty, which was clearly audible by the clicking sound it made when the hood just kept pulling the trigger of his empty gun, The Batman quickly ran over the jeeps roof, slid down the hood and while doing so, swung a powerful kick around. His boot nailed his attacker in the side of the head. A loud crack confirmed The Batman’s suspicion, the gangster’s jaw had been broken by the kick. Amazingly, the man did not drop. Batman leaped off the jeep, crouched in front of the staggering gangster and then rose up, delivering a fierce uppercut to his opponents chin. Another SNAP was heard and the man dropper, while The Batman moved.

 

The final muscleman was gunning for Batman. He shot several rounds to where The Dark Knight had been standing mere moments ago. Batman dashed and rolled to evade the fire. During this, he threw a Batarang and knocked the muscleman’s guns out of his hand. Now un-armed, the criminal ran towards Gotham’s protector. The hoodlum threw a punch, which Batman caught without difficulty. Batman held his attacker by his wrist. He pulled the man towards himself and then rapidly stepped the other way and twisted the man’s wrist in that direction as well. Because of this sudden change of direction, and using the man’s own weight and momentum against him as leverage, Batman flipped the man over and saw him fall to the soaking wet ground, landing on his back. Still holding the wrist, Batman stepped on the man’s chest as he crouched down and twist the wrist in an unnatural way, breaking it and dislocating the arm. While doing this, Batman used the elbow of his other arm to bash his opponents face in and knock him out cold.

 

“We gotta get out of here!” Maroni shouted as he saw The Batman dispose of the last man and come towards him and his driver. The driver looked unmoving. Fear had taken him over. He was drowning in it as much as he was drowning in the rain. The force of nature that was The Batman now ran towards them, leaping in bounds to avoid taking a straight pattern, only briefly illuminated by flashes of lightning. Maroni fired a few bullets in Batman’s general direction, but even the mobster knew it was to no-effect. Within fractions of a second, The Batman, that dark shadow of good, was in front of him. Maroni closed his eyes and braced himself for impact, but was surprised when he just heard a THWACK. When he opened his eyes, his driver stood in front of him. Maroni’s driver comically and slowly kipped to the side and then Batman stood there, with his fist still stretched out.

 

Batman was surprised by Maroni’s henchman’s impulse to jump in front of his scared boss, but naturally, he responded quickly and punched the man out. Now Maroni was the last one to deal with. The mobster, the godfather, looked scared like a little kid caught in a hungry lion’s cage. Batman smirked and saw Maroni become even smaller as he did so. The gangster had apparently even forgotten he was holding a pistol. Batman quickly grabbed it from the mobsters unmoving hands and then in a rapid motion, delivered three quick but hard punches to his foe. The first hit his right eye, the second his stomach and lunges, the third connected with Maroni’s temple. The gangster dropped, and Batman moved on.

 

He tied the men up and used his special Batlink to inform the police of what he had done. They would be here soon, he thought as he noticed the sky getting slightly lighter. It was still storming and raining. The clouds still covered the sky, but the night was slowly making place for the day. The Batman then jumped back onto the roof of the factory. Before he disappeared back into the shadows, into the vanishing darkness of the stormy night, he allowed himself to smirk once more.

My friend Seeker had this in her blog. Thought it was pretty funny and gave it a go myself.

Howdy!

Haven't blogged in a while. Parlty due to a lack of inspiration (both writing-wise and blogging-wise), partly due to being busy in school (Yeah, that occasionally happens, I'm not happy about it either).

Anyways, I just (like 10 minutes ago) finished typing something out that I wrote in the train one day when I was bored. It's kinda hodgy podgy and cliché, but I figured I'd put it up here anyways because... Well, because 'why not?' really :P

It's kind of girly though, so I'm going to watch something violent and masculine now, so hopefully next time I post something I've written it'll be filled with blood, gore, soldiers, violence, fights, heroes, villains and slow-motion gunbattles and martial arts.

C'est tout. Au revoir mes ami! Talk to you later.

Daan

June and Kyle are lying in bed together, tangled up. He’s awake and looks at the alarm, sighs and then gets up. He sits on the edge of the bed as he starts putting his clothes on.

“What’s up?” She asks him.

“I gotta go”, he replies. “You go back to sleep.”

“I can’t”, she said with a yawn. “Where do you have to go?”

“I have an… Appointment.”

“An appointment?”

How was he gonna explain this? “Well”, he started trying, “It might be more of a date actually.”

Somewhat surprised June replied: “A date?”

“Uh yeah.” He blushed. “I mean no. I’m not sure.”

“What is it?”

“This girl asked me to accompany her to a social event”, Kyle said as he put his socks on and suddenly became aware he was still very much not-dressed.

“Why?”

“You know, so she doesn’t have to go alone.”

June grunted invisibly, she pulled the sheets up further, clenching them. “Sounds exactly like a date to me.”

“Yeah it does”, he had to admit as he focused on putting his socks on way too much. “It’s not though”, Kyle stammered as he looked for his underwear. “We’re just friends. She just asked me along as a favour.”

“What kind of event is it?”

“Think it’s some sort of gala or ball.”

“That so is a date!”, she exclaimed somewhat accusingly. “Are you going to wear a tux?”

“Tux? No. Suit? Maybe. Something neat? Mandatory.”

“Chance of dancing?”

“I hope not…”

 

A short pause filled the bedroom, her bedroom. He looked at her, she looked back, he looked the other way and suddenly noticed his boxers hanging on a chair. Without taking a step, he plucked them from the seat and started putting them on, looking at her again, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He really didn’t know.
“Listen”, he said as he slid into his boxers. “Are you… Are you okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She wasn’t looking at his face. “I told you yesterday, I don’t want this getting too personal.”

For a second, they looked each other right in the eyes.

June: “Do I not seem okay with this?”

Kyle: “You seem a little upset… Maybe a little jealous. Are you?”

“Maybe a little”, she admitted somewhat, but not really, jokingly.

“Little of which?”

“Of which what?”
“Maybe a little jeeaalous”, he said purposely stretching the word, “Or maybe a little upset?”

“Maybe a little both.”

He sighed as he put his pants on and zipped them up. “Sorry. I just, agreed to this before this-“

“I get it. Besides, not too personal, remember…”

“Yah.” He nodded.

“Sooo”, She said as she faked a lack of interest. “Have fun then?”

Kyle sighed again and wrapped his watch around his wrist before he spoke: “Let me make it up to you.”
“Why?”

“You’re a little upset and a little jealous. That makes me feel a little guilty.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Maybe not, but I do.”

 

She got up from under the sheets a bit more, letting them go. Showing more of herself. “How do you plan to make it up to me?”

“I can think of a few ways, more then a few actually.”

“That’s real charming Kyle.”

He pulled his plain white T-Shirt over his head. “You tell me then.”

“Oh that’s just lame and easy.”

“I know”,  he said more to himself then to her as he slid his arms into the T-shirt. “Look, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

 

She got up and sat on the edge of the bed, facing towards him so he couldn’t look passed her. He looked down on her, she put her hands on his knees, holding him, but not pulling him closer then the three feet away he was standing. “Next Friday”, she said, “You’re coming with me. In a suit. But! Not the suit you’re wearing tonight.”

“Okay. What will we be doing?”

“You’ll see. Just bring your dancing shoes. And your wallet.” She’d moved her hands up and held onto his hands, his fingertips.

“Swell”, Kyle sarcastically said.

“Hey, you’re the one feeling guilty.”

 

For a moment that didn’t last long enough, he looked at her as he pulled her up by her hands so she stood in front of him. “Would you feel better if I promised nothing will happen?”

June: “Are you going to keep that promise?”

“To you, always”, he smiled.

She smiled dimly, then grinned. “You know, I can’t promise you the same thing.”

“I know”, He leaned in on her, face to face. Smiling and joking: “You’re a little slut.”

She jokingly slapped him, as expected. He grabbed her hand when she tried to do it again and kissed her fingers. “Are we good?” She just nodded.

Kyle: “Not too ‘personal’?”

“Nope. Hey, you’re even dating other girls.”

“Haha”, Kyle said without really laughing. “We’re just friends.”

“We’re friends”, June said referring to one of the possible meanings of the word.

“Yeah, but we have sex.”
“Don’t you have benefits with her?”

“No.” He slowly brushed some hair out of her face. “Just you.”

“So I’m your only beneficial friend?”

“Yes. Even though we never do the friends things.”

“That’s too personal. You can’t have both, not at the same time.”

A cynic kind of sarcasm filled his tone of voice. “Right.”

“Right?”

“Maybe you just can’t have both. Or maybe just not with me.”

“Are we going to get personal here?”

“No. I was just thinking… We should maybe do friends stuff, sometime, before we stop being friends.”

She didn’t reply. They just looked at each other with distant, hollow eyes that were actually seeing something else. After more seconds then was comfortable, he broke the silence: “See you Friday?”

“Maybe earlier”, she said with a smile. “If I need a friend.”

One word thing. Was bored :P

1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket
2. Your significant other? None
3. Your hair? Messy (not dirty though :P)
4. Your mother? Work
5. Your father? Work
6. Your favorite thing? Movies
7. Your dream last night? Weird-ish
8. Your favorite drink? Coke
9. Your dream/goal? Money
10. The room you're in? Mine
11. Your ex? Not-speaking :(
12. Your fear? Rats
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Elsewhere
14. Where were you last night? Home
15. What you're not? Patient
16. Muffins? Yummy
17. One of your wish list items? Girlfriend
18. Where you grew up? Tv :P
19. The last thing you did? This
20. What are you wearing? Clothes
21. Your TV? On
22. Your pets? Rabbits
23. Your computer? On(line)
24. Your life? Ok.
25. Your mood? Fine.
26. Missing someone? Always.
27. Your car? Showroom :P
28. Something you're not wearing?  Shoes
29. Favorite Store? Supermarket
30. Your summer? Gone
31. Like someone? Unfortunately
32. Your favorite color? Black
33. When is the last time you laughed?  Now
34. Last time you cried? Three years
35. Who will/would re-post this? Unknown