Post by greenblooded on Jun 17, 2010 15:40:07 GMT -5
...could fill several large make-up cases... j/k 
Ok, so title and, well, everything is a total WIP and my first ever fan.fic attempt.
Comments most welcome, please. What needs to change? What, if anything, is good? Should I continue or abandon and go grow cabbage somewhere?
xxJxx
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am not even crazy enough to wish I did.
Chapter One: First Impressions Count
Pausing in the shadowy darkness that was the few meagre trees lining the Shiz courtyard, Elphaba Thropp, nose customarily buried in a large book, paused her read-walking briefly to reflect on her recent conversation. She was still somewhat shaken by what Dr Dillamond had told her over their, somewhat brief, shared ‘meal’. The peanut butter seemed lodged somewhere behind her teeth and the bread was sitting in an uncomfortably acidic ball in her stomach. Were there really so many bad things happening to the Animals? Something bad? In Oz? It couldn’t be true. Surely if it was, the Wizard would have done something by now?
She would just have to work harder at her magic skills so that she could impress Madame Morrible, however nauseating that task sounded, and inevitably his Ozness himself. And to start off the ‘ass-kissing’, Elphaba barely suppressed a shudder at the thought; she would need to make it to the next sorcery seminar on time. Sharing that brief moment of, friendship was a very strong word; Elphaba decided to call it solidarity instead, with her Professor, even though the gesture had touched him, had put some severe restraints upon her schedule. It never failed to amaze Elphaba how she was punished for even the smallest displays of normal human emotion; if she wasn’t an ardent non-believer she would have to assume that the Unnamed god enjoyed taunting her and reminding her how abnormal she was.
Wearily she shook her head and continued walking through the courtyard. She had memorised the walk between classes so that she no longer needed to look where she was going and could thus hide her face in a book and dramatically ignore the stares and whispers that still followed her around. One would think that, by now, the other students would have become somewhat accustomed to her verdigris, but, no, apparently her classmates were really that unoriginal and unintelligent. It had gotten to the stage where she could actually identify who was talking just by the pitch of the murmurs and stage-whispers mercilessly uttered behin-...well, not truly behind her back; it didn’t matter where anyone stood, the mutterings could be heard the split-second she entered the picture.
Even though she was currently re-reading the book she held for the fifth time, her single, battered and DIY-repaired-with-tape suitcase had simply been too small for all the books she had wanted to pack, it still held her interest as she crossed the courtyard as quickly as possible. She didn’t expect anything to interrupt her progress, and thus it was a complete surprise when something hit her, sending her hurtling to the ground; books flew at all angles and she now had a rip in her stockings that she would have to darn; to Galinda’s, albeit hysterically stereotypical, intense delight no doubt. Muttering curses under her breath – the other students milling around the giant Oz-statue hadn’t even tried to hide their sblack persons – she gathered her belongings. Wiping down her precious books she hurriedly shoved them into her satchel and turned to see what had hit her. It was a cart, green with gold patterns. So a green cart hit the green-girl. What irony; typically I am only assaulted by pink or other completely unflattering colours. Elphaba looked closer and a frown sent her face into flickers of disgust and outrage. The occupant of the cart was asleep – at this time of day! The driver blinked cowishly at the student he had hit, but made no motion to help; he seemed content to just sit there, parked in the middle of Oz knows where, until his master woke up.
Sleeping beauty is going to get a strange wake-up call. Elphaba mentally chuckled to herself. She was so absorbed in her task she barely noticed that the pitch of the whispers and murmurs had changed; the students’ attention swayed from their peer for the first time since her arrival at Shiz. They were talking about the owner, and occupant, of the cart. Elphaba barely had time to overhear the words “Fiyero Tigalar”, “Winkie Prince”, “scandalicious” and an all-too-annoyingly familiar high-pitched squawky-squeal before her anger got the better of her and she kicked the back of the cart viciously. This got the driver’s attention faster than her green skin had.
“Madam, you mustn’t! Do you know who he is?”
“I don’t need to know anything than the fact that he is obviously an obnoxious rude and...” the occupant of the cart sat up and looked around, somewhat dazed and with a small amount of drool on his chin.
Elphaba could only stare, mouth slightly open, at the stranger. What a handsome man...even with the drool...as the though snuck unbidden into her head a slightly dazed expression filtered across her face before she snapped her mouth shut and crossed her arms across her chest in an involuntary gesture of defence. Vigorously she shook the thoughts away before they could stick, or invite other, equally strange, and unwanted, thoughts to join them.
She could only stare, her sarcastic sneer masking the dazed and giddy head rush that had suddenly crept up upon her. Thank Oz my cheeks don’t blush red, this could be embarrassing. For the first time in her life Elphaba was thankful that she had been born green; when she was embarrassed, which, let’s face it, was as often as the snarky remarks were thrown her way, she only went a slightly darker shade of green. Nobody noticed the difference, and she got away without ever having to acknowledge that she actually had feelings.
“Your Highness,” the driver had climbed out of his seat and was bowing deeply before the confused man in the cart, “I am sorry for the interruption to your nap. The...lady... was most insistent...” he trailed off as the man wiped his face on his shirtsleeve and rand a hand through his thick, dark hair. After spending what seemed like an age stretching out the kinks in his back, the cart was really an uncomfortable place to sleep in for a man of his height, he reached up and took off his sunglasses before glancing at the person the driver was helplessly gesturing towards.
His eyes were the strongest blue; ice-cold and glinting like sapphires. Casually he glanced at Elphaba, who was recovered enough at this point to send a snarl in his direction before sticking her sharp nose in the air. His eyebrows went up as he took in her colour, and Elphaba tensed, awaiting the all-too-familiar insults that would surely follow, but he didn’t utter a sound in her direction.
“I expect you will be back to fetch me before the week is out,” the driver bowed again as the man exited the cart and swung a monogrammed leather satchel over his shoulder. Elphaba had only a brief moment to cringe inwardly at her weather-beaten book-bag before she found herself under his scrutinising gaze again. “You may go,” a wave of his strong hand sent the driver away and the man was left standing there, revelling in the commotion his arrival had stirred up.
Just another typical attention seeking...handsome...rude...gorgeous...man. Maybe he is different. Here’s a chance for a fresh start. Introduce yourself. Elphaba had the briefest moment to think before her mouth opened and she stuck her usual snarky foot in it. “Is this the way you live your life? Knocking people over? Not even noticing them?” Why did I say that!? Why do I always have to make such a bad first impression!
His eyes seemed to see right through her, into the very soul she didn’t believe she had, although they showed a slightly disturbing lack of insight into his heart. What an interesting woman. Mental note: introduce myself and get her name. “Maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go.” The smile on his face did not match what was happening inside him. Inside of him, there was a mini version of himself beating its head against the wall. What in Oz possessed me to say that? Elphaba’s mouth opened slightly with shock. She’s so beautiful, so...scintillating...and I start by INSULTING her! Not even a ‘Hi, who are you?’ I am an idiot. He could only stand there grinning foolishly, as the rest of the students in the courtyard began to sblack person at his comment.
Boy was I wrong. He isn’t an original. He is just the same as everybody else, even if his handsomeness is irresistibly distracting. Before he, or anyone else, could see the tears that threatened Elphaba swung around and bumped past him as she ran off to her dorm. With the new arrival causing sensations in the courtyard, she was sure to have a few hours alone before Galinda snuck in to refresh her makeup. She desperately needed to gather herself.
Who would have known anyone could leave her so totally despondent after one meeting? And a boy...! She really must get a grip on herself. What did she expect? Had she honestly expected the new arrival not to notice that she was a walking cucumber dressed all in funeral black; even her glasses (which, she would never tell anyone, she didn’t actually need to wear) were black-rimmed and her long hair hung in its customary thick braid snaking down her back.
“What did I expect?” she hissed, somewhat sadly, to herself as she fled. “Kindness? Acceptance? Love?” a sob snarled its way from her throat, startling a student standing on the dormitory steps. “Those things don’t happen to you Elphaba Thropp. Never have, never will. Now shut up about it and go read something.”
With that, she exploded into her dorm room and bounced down onto her spartan bed, the door banging off the wall before exploding shut. Dropping her satchel onto the floor she unearthed the book she had been reading before all this commotion started. Heaving a small, but eternally sad, sigh she began to read.
It took her a full ten minutes to notice she was holding the book upside down.
Ok, so title and, well, everything is a total WIP and my first ever fan.fic attempt.
Comments most welcome, please. What needs to change? What, if anything, is good? Should I continue or abandon and go grow cabbage somewhere?
xxJxx
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am not even crazy enough to wish I did.
Chapter One: First Impressions Count
Pausing in the shadowy darkness that was the few meagre trees lining the Shiz courtyard, Elphaba Thropp, nose customarily buried in a large book, paused her read-walking briefly to reflect on her recent conversation. She was still somewhat shaken by what Dr Dillamond had told her over their, somewhat brief, shared ‘meal’. The peanut butter seemed lodged somewhere behind her teeth and the bread was sitting in an uncomfortably acidic ball in her stomach. Were there really so many bad things happening to the Animals? Something bad? In Oz? It couldn’t be true. Surely if it was, the Wizard would have done something by now?
She would just have to work harder at her magic skills so that she could impress Madame Morrible, however nauseating that task sounded, and inevitably his Ozness himself. And to start off the ‘ass-kissing’, Elphaba barely suppressed a shudder at the thought; she would need to make it to the next sorcery seminar on time. Sharing that brief moment of, friendship was a very strong word; Elphaba decided to call it solidarity instead, with her Professor, even though the gesture had touched him, had put some severe restraints upon her schedule. It never failed to amaze Elphaba how she was punished for even the smallest displays of normal human emotion; if she wasn’t an ardent non-believer she would have to assume that the Unnamed god enjoyed taunting her and reminding her how abnormal she was.
Wearily she shook her head and continued walking through the courtyard. She had memorised the walk between classes so that she no longer needed to look where she was going and could thus hide her face in a book and dramatically ignore the stares and whispers that still followed her around. One would think that, by now, the other students would have become somewhat accustomed to her verdigris, but, no, apparently her classmates were really that unoriginal and unintelligent. It had gotten to the stage where she could actually identify who was talking just by the pitch of the murmurs and stage-whispers mercilessly uttered behin-...well, not truly behind her back; it didn’t matter where anyone stood, the mutterings could be heard the split-second she entered the picture.
Even though she was currently re-reading the book she held for the fifth time, her single, battered and DIY-repaired-with-tape suitcase had simply been too small for all the books she had wanted to pack, it still held her interest as she crossed the courtyard as quickly as possible. She didn’t expect anything to interrupt her progress, and thus it was a complete surprise when something hit her, sending her hurtling to the ground; books flew at all angles and she now had a rip in her stockings that she would have to darn; to Galinda’s, albeit hysterically stereotypical, intense delight no doubt. Muttering curses under her breath – the other students milling around the giant Oz-statue hadn’t even tried to hide their sblack persons – she gathered her belongings. Wiping down her precious books she hurriedly shoved them into her satchel and turned to see what had hit her. It was a cart, green with gold patterns. So a green cart hit the green-girl. What irony; typically I am only assaulted by pink or other completely unflattering colours. Elphaba looked closer and a frown sent her face into flickers of disgust and outrage. The occupant of the cart was asleep – at this time of day! The driver blinked cowishly at the student he had hit, but made no motion to help; he seemed content to just sit there, parked in the middle of Oz knows where, until his master woke up.
Sleeping beauty is going to get a strange wake-up call. Elphaba mentally chuckled to herself. She was so absorbed in her task she barely noticed that the pitch of the whispers and murmurs had changed; the students’ attention swayed from their peer for the first time since her arrival at Shiz. They were talking about the owner, and occupant, of the cart. Elphaba barely had time to overhear the words “Fiyero Tigalar”, “Winkie Prince”, “scandalicious” and an all-too-annoyingly familiar high-pitched squawky-squeal before her anger got the better of her and she kicked the back of the cart viciously. This got the driver’s attention faster than her green skin had.
“Madam, you mustn’t! Do you know who he is?”
“I don’t need to know anything than the fact that he is obviously an obnoxious rude and...” the occupant of the cart sat up and looked around, somewhat dazed and with a small amount of drool on his chin.
Elphaba could only stare, mouth slightly open, at the stranger. What a handsome man...even with the drool...as the though snuck unbidden into her head a slightly dazed expression filtered across her face before she snapped her mouth shut and crossed her arms across her chest in an involuntary gesture of defence. Vigorously she shook the thoughts away before they could stick, or invite other, equally strange, and unwanted, thoughts to join them.
She could only stare, her sarcastic sneer masking the dazed and giddy head rush that had suddenly crept up upon her. Thank Oz my cheeks don’t blush red, this could be embarrassing. For the first time in her life Elphaba was thankful that she had been born green; when she was embarrassed, which, let’s face it, was as often as the snarky remarks were thrown her way, she only went a slightly darker shade of green. Nobody noticed the difference, and she got away without ever having to acknowledge that she actually had feelings.
“Your Highness,” the driver had climbed out of his seat and was bowing deeply before the confused man in the cart, “I am sorry for the interruption to your nap. The...lady... was most insistent...” he trailed off as the man wiped his face on his shirtsleeve and rand a hand through his thick, dark hair. After spending what seemed like an age stretching out the kinks in his back, the cart was really an uncomfortable place to sleep in for a man of his height, he reached up and took off his sunglasses before glancing at the person the driver was helplessly gesturing towards.
His eyes were the strongest blue; ice-cold and glinting like sapphires. Casually he glanced at Elphaba, who was recovered enough at this point to send a snarl in his direction before sticking her sharp nose in the air. His eyebrows went up as he took in her colour, and Elphaba tensed, awaiting the all-too-familiar insults that would surely follow, but he didn’t utter a sound in her direction.
“I expect you will be back to fetch me before the week is out,” the driver bowed again as the man exited the cart and swung a monogrammed leather satchel over his shoulder. Elphaba had only a brief moment to cringe inwardly at her weather-beaten book-bag before she found herself under his scrutinising gaze again. “You may go,” a wave of his strong hand sent the driver away and the man was left standing there, revelling in the commotion his arrival had stirred up.
Just another typical attention seeking...handsome...rude...gorgeous...man. Maybe he is different. Here’s a chance for a fresh start. Introduce yourself. Elphaba had the briefest moment to think before her mouth opened and she stuck her usual snarky foot in it. “Is this the way you live your life? Knocking people over? Not even noticing them?” Why did I say that!? Why do I always have to make such a bad first impression!
His eyes seemed to see right through her, into the very soul she didn’t believe she had, although they showed a slightly disturbing lack of insight into his heart. What an interesting woman. Mental note: introduce myself and get her name. “Maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go.” The smile on his face did not match what was happening inside him. Inside of him, there was a mini version of himself beating its head against the wall. What in Oz possessed me to say that? Elphaba’s mouth opened slightly with shock. She’s so beautiful, so...scintillating...and I start by INSULTING her! Not even a ‘Hi, who are you?’ I am an idiot. He could only stand there grinning foolishly, as the rest of the students in the courtyard began to sblack person at his comment.
Boy was I wrong. He isn’t an original. He is just the same as everybody else, even if his handsomeness is irresistibly distracting. Before he, or anyone else, could see the tears that threatened Elphaba swung around and bumped past him as she ran off to her dorm. With the new arrival causing sensations in the courtyard, she was sure to have a few hours alone before Galinda snuck in to refresh her makeup. She desperately needed to gather herself.
Who would have known anyone could leave her so totally despondent after one meeting? And a boy...! She really must get a grip on herself. What did she expect? Had she honestly expected the new arrival not to notice that she was a walking cucumber dressed all in funeral black; even her glasses (which, she would never tell anyone, she didn’t actually need to wear) were black-rimmed and her long hair hung in its customary thick braid snaking down her back.
“What did I expect?” she hissed, somewhat sadly, to herself as she fled. “Kindness? Acceptance? Love?” a sob snarled its way from her throat, startling a student standing on the dormitory steps. “Those things don’t happen to you Elphaba Thropp. Never have, never will. Now shut up about it and go read something.”
With that, she exploded into her dorm room and bounced down onto her spartan bed, the door banging off the wall before exploding shut. Dropping her satchel onto the floor she unearthed the book she had been reading before all this commotion started. Heaving a small, but eternally sad, sigh she began to read.
It took her a full ten minutes to notice she was holding the book upside down.