25th October
Hahaha
This
happened at a convention ‘bout a month ago, but I never got around to posting
it. It’s written like a story ‘cuz I felt like doing so. It will be in parts so
it doesn’t look as long….
I shift
impatiently attempting to balance my wait equally on my feet, as, only halfway
through this bloody long line, my legs are just about to collapse under my (not
that I’m flattering myself) on no account considerable, bulk. I can only
console myself with the fact that i am not the (incredibly cute) boy in front
of me, who, aside from being about 5 foot 8, is also decked out in a full set
of clone armour. He’s removed his helmet so that the group of girls in front of
him (and admittedly also myself), have a full view of his handsome face.
His friend
is also kinda cute, though under the long blond wig and elf ears it’s a little
hard to discern his true features. I can tell he’s a redhead though. The
contrast of his eyebrows to his wig is quite startling.
Eventually
one of the girls, after much tittering and laughter, breaks from her gaggle of
friends and makes her way to the elven/clonetrooper contingent. It’s obvious
she’s meant to be Dawn, but she appears to be under the misconception that Mr
Pointy belongs to Buffy’s half-sister and not Buffy herself. I could point this
out, but manage to restrain myself.
‘Um, could I
possibly ask your name?’
She directs
her question to the clone commando.
He kind of
smiles, then tries to hide it, which ends up turning it into a twisted sort of
half-smirk. He raises his eyebrows at his friend over the head of the ball of
energy. The blond-wigged teenager looks her over, seeming approving until he
reaches her right hand, and the offensive object held within. His eyebrows knit
together and he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head. His friend
returns his attention to the expectant girl in front of him.
‘I’m sorry,
but your misconstrued idealism towards a highly commendable show, and also your
dubious choice of character, has not raised you in my esteem, so I sadly must
declaim your request. If you are indeed so anxious to give me a name, you may
call me commander.’ He gives her a smile and a nod.
She looks
disappointed, but at least has the good sense to walk back to her friends with her
head held high. They quickly from a barrier around her and a large amount of
whispering commences. Eventually, united, they turn their backs on the two
boys. The scorned look at each other, smiling, and the rebel shrugs, not
seeming particularly disappointed. Their flow of conversation then continues,
as if they had never been interrupted.
To be
continued……
