S y c o p h a n t, T h A t H e I s

S y c o p h a n t, T h A t H e I s . . .

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Author: LovelyMarshmallowQueen

Date Published: 5 / 7 / 08

Multi-chaptered / one-shot: One-shot (currently)

Main character(s): Damien Beckard, Meredith O' Hara, Arielle Blare, and Emma Verity

Main pairing(s): Damien x Emma (if you squint and tilt your head)

Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Somewhat Crude Humor

Summary: This is just a dialogue between my beloved main characters from my future novel-project. Basically if you read through it, you’ll get the main idea of what it’s about. I can’t spoil it for you since this is just an exercise for me and you’re not supposed to really know what it’s about unless you read through it. Anyway, read it, enjoy it, and respond if you feel that it’s necessary.

Thanks!

((Author’s Notations +1)) – Anything that’s written in italics and is parenthesized signifies the location change or the time transition that’s taking place in the story.

i.e.: ((Springfield, USA; Present Time; Summer 2000))

Or ((Past; Sometime in 1998; Ethan’s House; Monmouth Country, Virginia, USA))

Anything that’s bolded or underlined or has a combination of both is used to emphasize a certain word. It is used to solely express the extremity of an emotion.

I.e.: “I’m so annoyed at you! Don’t you get it?!” Emma exclaimed as she brushed her flushed face with her small hand.

This is used to demonstrate how frustrated the main character is with her subject.

Anyway, I’ll let you start reading now!

LMQ

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(Mrs. Bartley’s 5th Period Health Class; Birkwood High School; Birkwood, California, USA; Sometime during Spring or Summer in 2005)

“So what’s your name again?”

“Emma ... Emma Verity, and what’s yours.”

“Damien Beckard. So Emma . . .”

“Hm? What is it? I’m trying to jot down notes for Mrs. Bartley’s lesson.”

“You know that’s porn right?”

“What?! Ha-ha, no, no it’s NOT! Do you say that to every budding female artist?”

“What? ... Heck no. It’s just that there’s her bre . . .”

“Alright! It’s not porn to me but it can be to you. I just wanted to know your name that’s all.”

“Fine.”

“Okay, I’m going to work now and I think that you should too.”

“Hey, that’s nice but Mrs. Bartley’s kinda eyein’ us now.”

“Great, if only you had shut up then this wouldn’t have happened.”

“YOU asked me for MY name and I gave it to you, why are you blaming me for?”

“I’m blaming you because you had the gall to criticize my picture and get me in trouble . . . almost . . . besides YOU asked me for MY name, remember?”

“Okay sorry, gosh.”

“Thank you.”

“Emma! Damien! Can you pay attention to the lesson, please?”

“Sure thing, Mrs. B.”

“Sorry about that Mrs. Bartley.”

“Thank you, now as I was saying . . . STDs can be contracted through sexual contact . . .”

-The next day; Birkwood High School; outside in a woody crowded soccer field; It’s currently Recess-

“Oooh, Meredith look, there he is! Do I look okay? Does my hair look nice? Am I acting natural to you?”

“Stop you’re acting silly, you look fine. Who’s this guy that you’re talking about now, Emma?”

“He’s from my Health class . . . you know, the one who wouldn’t stop bothering me a few days ago?”

“Oh, the one who said that you drew porn . . . well, where is he?”

“Oh, he’s over there!”

“Where is he now?”

“He’s over there, he’s leaning by the tree ... the brown-haired kid with the AC/DC T-shirt.”

“Oh him ... ew! Ew, I’m sorry but you like HIM?! What is wrong with you? Who smacked all of the common sense out of you?”

“Oh stop, that wasn’t very nice. He’s not THAT bad looking.”

“Wait, who’s not so bad-looking guys? Hey Meredith . . . Emma!”

“Hi Arielle.”

“Hey Ari. I just told Meredith that I liked that guy over there. Don’t you think that he’s a little cute?”

“Emma you didn’t even like him five days ago, you told me that you thought he was rude, insufferable, and unintelligent. Now you’re treating him like he’s heaven-sent or something.”

“Aw, you’re no fun, Meredith! A girl can change her opinion can’t she?”

“Oh, I see him now Em!”

“You see him, really Ari?”

“Yeah, that’s Damien Beckard, right Em?”

“Yeah, that’s him Ari.”

“Oh no . . .”

“What is it Meredith?”

“I know his younger brother . . .”

“Wait you mean that that’s Cameron’s older bro?”

“Yeah, lovely isn’t he, Arielle? Don’t you just adore his random ability to scream out euphemisms and anti-religion jokes?”

“Mer ... stop, please.”

-Friday; After Lunch; Birkwood High School; Mrs. Bartley’s 6th Period Health Class-

“Hey, Em!”

“Hi, Damien.”

“Did you draw any more porn for me?”

“Ha-ha, real funny, and no I didn’t. I could give you some cash to buy a stash of bootleg porn DVDs though. You’ll have to get your own lotion though. Sorry.”

“Oh, slick. So you wanna play dirty huh?”

“Who, me, play dirty? Who ever said anything about me playing dirty? I was just telling it like it is. You like porn and I have cash so I’ll gladly offer you some because I’m such a good Samaritan like that. Then you can buy all of the porn in the world, I won’t care.”

“Wow . . . okay. Hey do you listen to Black Sabbath by any chance?”

“Black—what?”

“Black Sabbath . . . and I’m going to take that as a no then.”

“All right class, good afternoon to you all, I hope that you all had a cool weekend. Now take out your Health textbooks and open up to page . . .”

“You’re right; I’m not into creepy music.”

“Hon, heavy metal is NOT creepy music, it’s very emotional, heavy, and cool ... but it’s not creepy.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll have to listen to it before I change my opinion of it.”

“Fine, I’ll e-mail you some copies. Do you want my e-mail address?”

“Sure. Let me grab a pen and some paper and write down mine as well.”

“Ahem . . . Ms Verity?”

“Oh, dear . . . yes Mrs. Bartley, m’aam?

“Do you have your textbook and notebook opened?”

“Yes, they’re right here on my desk.”

“Good, now can you please be quiet and be civil and listen to me when I’m talking?”

“Yes, I can.”

“I don’t have to move you away from your boyfriend do I? You see, it seems like you’ve been spending more time flirting than you have been doing actual work.”

“No, m’aam you don’t and you see Damien here is not my . . .”

“Just pay attention, please you’re holding up my class!”

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

-Sometime later after Damien and Emma hastily scribbled down some notes and read some passages from their respective textbooks out-loud . . .-

“Here’s my e-mail address.”

“Thanks. Wow, ‘i''. How touching.”

“Hey mine is really self-explanatory, okay. I really do love Ozzy!”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s see yours is '' . . . I think that about rests my case.”

“Pft, oh don’t even start! I was half-asleep when I thought that one up! At least I don’t idolize a guy who bites off doves' heads for the sheer thrill of it!”

“He was intoxicated when he did that!”

“So he bit a dove’s head off, what did the poor dove do? Did it peck him mercilessly on the head, did it . . .”

“No, Em, he was drunk . . . you know inebriated, intoxicated, smashed, stoned, high . . . under the influence, if you will.”

“DAMIEN AND EMMA, STEP OUTSIDE NOW!”

“Man, all right . . . Mrs. B.”

“We will, Mrs. Bartley.”

((Author’s Notations +2)) – So that concludes my odd experimentation with this dialogue-only one-shot. Please reply back with your comments, suggestions, and views on this particular style. I hope that you enjoyed reading this and I hope that you understand where this is heading. I tried to make it as clear and concise as possible. I wanted it to be cohesive and I wanted it to flow together ... hopefully I’ve achieved that.

LMQ