Post by REDKITEBAIT on Dec 29, 2011 18:51:07 GMT -5
This story is either going to be called The Journal of Sebastian Drake or Project Wireframe, it's based around a guy called Sebastian who becomes a dragonologist, studying these newly appeared dragon. Although he tries to distract himself from it, he is severely distraught from the loss of his 'the one' girlfriend and little things will set him off but anywho this is the start, and it's slowly forming it's way into a story. The beginning of this story is set in this town - www.visitcumbria.com/amb/grasmere.htm
Clouds. Always clouds around here. Sometimes there would only be a few, and sometimes, like the day today, was a mixture of greys and purples like the creases and folds in a white, feathered duvet. Clouds rolling overhead, just as the fells beneath them that spanned as far as the eye could see.
Sebastian buried himself in his thick winter coat as he walked down the damp street. Despite the terrible weather, the street was crowded with tourists – Japanese, Americans, French, Germans... everyone. Seeking warmth, he entered a pub and approached the counter. Pulling off his hood, a mess of blonde hair sprang out from behind the covers.
“Hey there, anything I can do you for?” The barman asked with a warm smile. “May I suggest our own brew of tea on this cold day?” Sebastian nodded, rubbing his hands together in effort of warming them up. As he was preparing the beverage, the barman continued to speak with Sebastian. “You sound awfully like a local, yet I know every face in this village – what brings you up here to our little town of Grasmere?”
“Well, two reasons, really;” He started, “I was raised here, if that helps as to why I sound local. And another reason is that I've got a new job helping to study dragons. I'm supposed to meet a contact here who's going to show me the ropes in this new study.”
“Ah, yes, I heard from tourists that a dragon had taken up it's home in one of Rydal's caves. Awful shame, that place was really popular with families.” Sebastian nodded in agreement, remembering memories of his own. “It's scaring off a lot of tourists too.”
“I don't know about that.”
Their conversation was interrupted as a new man arrived at the counter, ordering a strong beer. He had a west country accent and had a rough brown beard. At his side, he had laid a strange long bag against the counter. He turned to Sebastian, seeming to recognise his face.
“'Ello, are you Sebastian Drake? I'm Reginald Stuartson, the Dragonologist from Project Wireframe. I'm supposed to be helping you learn the ropes of Dragonology.”
Suddenly, life seemed to course through the young adult, become more engaged with the conversation. His 'teacher' as it was, didn't really match his initial idea of what a dragonologist would be – Sebastian imagined more of a Crocodile Dundee type character. Sebastian didn't feel like getting on this man's bad side: he appeared as those sort of people who can be very menacing and violent, yet have a heart of gold at the same time.
“Yes, that's me!” Sebastian said enthusiastically, sitting up straight against the counter, not wanting to make a bad impression. “When are we going to go see that dragon then?” He asked, hoping it wasn't too intrusive.
“Well, t'is quite rainy today, so I reckon we meet up here tomorrow in the early morn, and get t' that dragon when it'll be less active, or so we hope. This dragon ain't on our records, so no one really knows about it. We'll make a discovery together boy!” With that, he slammed a meaty hand on Sebastian's back, almost winding him in the process. Sebastian nodded, with a slight cough.
What do you think? Any pointers?
Clouds. Always clouds around here. Sometimes there would only be a few, and sometimes, like the day today, was a mixture of greys and purples like the creases and folds in a white, feathered duvet. Clouds rolling overhead, just as the fells beneath them that spanned as far as the eye could see.
Sebastian buried himself in his thick winter coat as he walked down the damp street. Despite the terrible weather, the street was crowded with tourists – Japanese, Americans, French, Germans... everyone. Seeking warmth, he entered a pub and approached the counter. Pulling off his hood, a mess of blonde hair sprang out from behind the covers.
“Hey there, anything I can do you for?” The barman asked with a warm smile. “May I suggest our own brew of tea on this cold day?” Sebastian nodded, rubbing his hands together in effort of warming them up. As he was preparing the beverage, the barman continued to speak with Sebastian. “You sound awfully like a local, yet I know every face in this village – what brings you up here to our little town of Grasmere?”
“Well, two reasons, really;” He started, “I was raised here, if that helps as to why I sound local. And another reason is that I've got a new job helping to study dragons. I'm supposed to meet a contact here who's going to show me the ropes in this new study.”
“Ah, yes, I heard from tourists that a dragon had taken up it's home in one of Rydal's caves. Awful shame, that place was really popular with families.” Sebastian nodded in agreement, remembering memories of his own. “It's scaring off a lot of tourists too.”
“I don't know about that.”
Their conversation was interrupted as a new man arrived at the counter, ordering a strong beer. He had a west country accent and had a rough brown beard. At his side, he had laid a strange long bag against the counter. He turned to Sebastian, seeming to recognise his face.
“'Ello, are you Sebastian Drake? I'm Reginald Stuartson, the Dragonologist from Project Wireframe. I'm supposed to be helping you learn the ropes of Dragonology.”
Suddenly, life seemed to course through the young adult, become more engaged with the conversation. His 'teacher' as it was, didn't really match his initial idea of what a dragonologist would be – Sebastian imagined more of a Crocodile Dundee type character. Sebastian didn't feel like getting on this man's bad side: he appeared as those sort of people who can be very menacing and violent, yet have a heart of gold at the same time.
“Yes, that's me!” Sebastian said enthusiastically, sitting up straight against the counter, not wanting to make a bad impression. “When are we going to go see that dragon then?” He asked, hoping it wasn't too intrusive.
“Well, t'is quite rainy today, so I reckon we meet up here tomorrow in the early morn, and get t' that dragon when it'll be less active, or so we hope. This dragon ain't on our records, so no one really knows about it. We'll make a discovery together boy!” With that, he slammed a meaty hand on Sebastian's back, almost winding him in the process. Sebastian nodded, with a slight cough.
What do you think? Any pointers?
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