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OOC: Escape from NY Audiobook Chapter 1
Sep. 25th, 2008 02:25 pmSo I am still working out some of the recording issues.. especially controlling the volume and keeping an even pace. Despite that.. who is ready for chapter 1?
I am hoping to get to two chapters a week recorded if I can.
Chapter 1 can be downloaded here for the next 30 days. (If the file is unavailable let me know and I will reupload it.)
If you think there is a way you can think of making this better or give me advice if you have done vocal recordings before please do.
I am hoping to get to two chapters a week recorded if I can.
Chapter 1 can be downloaded here for the next 30 days. (If the file is unavailable let me know and I will reupload it.)
If you think there is a way you can think of making this better or give me advice if you have done vocal recordings before please do.
My kids growing up.
The government, all of them
Enemies
Friends
Basketball
Donald Duck cartoons
Technological developments
Gang movements
The stars
The horses
The dogs working
The weather
Security feed
The police force
... everything. Cut the fucking list and save me time.
Enemies
Friends
Basketball
Donald Duck cartoons
Technological developments
Gang movements
The stars
The horses
The dogs working
The weather
Security feed
The police force
... everything. Cut the fucking list and save me time.
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on_thecouch 1. Anger Management
Sep. 25th, 2008 09:18 pmSnake stared down at the paper the shrink handed him. He just stared and didn’t really read any of it.
“I’m suggesting that you go to our anger management meetings. One is starting in ten minutes down in the conference room.”
Snake pressed his lips tightly together before crumpling the page into the smallest, most compact ball he could manage. Raising his arm he moved with cool precision to drop it into the garbage can beside him.
“This is not a request Snake.” She was determined.
All he did was sigh before getting up.
“The second door on your right. Good luck.”
Snake didn’t answer. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need anger management. These bastards just needed to be in his life for awhile to see how mean he needed to be to survive.
Plissken made his way to the plush conference room with a large oak table and high leather back chairs. There were people in all of them except one. It was down at the far end. Snake went to it but his eye was taking in everyone in the room. He hated them, all of them. Slowly he pulled the wheeled chair away from the table and into the corner. He put his back to the wall in a place where he could see everyone and the door. He wouldn’t sit anywhere else.
The door was closed and the droning started about how rage was wrong. The touchy, feely aspect turned his stomach almost as much as the reek of over perfumed men. It smelled like a whorehouse without the whores or the house. Plissken tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair while some fucker in a suit went on about how anger was wrong and he was a bad man for getting angry at some slow driver.
Snake laid his head back and tried to tune everything out. Boredom didn’t even cut an explanation of this place. He’d have more fun watching paint dry and at least it would be quiet. Snake let a breath out as someone else got up. He thought it was a woman but he couldn’t be sure. The only thing this was good for was sleeping. He did just that. Slowly drifting off and lulled by the drone of idiots who thought having balls was a bad thing. Why didn’t they just castrate them and get it over with. There would be less whining and he could be at home.
“You must be Mr. Plissken.”
Snake didn’t hear the doctor. He was fast asleep after a night of being up with the twins and a day of work.
“Mr. Plissken?”
Snake still didn’t respond though somewhere he was starting to realize that there was someone near by.
“Mr. Lylle will you please wake him.”
The touch of the person shaking his arm brought Plissken up like a grizzly. He grabbed the arm as he stood and threw the offender across the table. He was still sliding when the revolver was out. People screamed some of the patients dove under the table. Plissken was trying to get oriented. The screaming was pulling up memories while his mind tried to center on why he was in this room. Things cleared slowly and he looked around with an unfaltering cold gaze. He remembered this place. It was a place he didn’t want to be.
Snake took a few deep breaths before holstering the revolver. The rocking of his body was a nervous tick locked in with his PTSD. He was stressing and unhappy. Not much that shouldn’t be surprised when being woken from a death sleep brought on by idiots.
“Mr. Plissken!” The doctor had her composure before the others.
“Snake.” Plissken let the words slide out cool and syrupy. “Call me Snake.”
“Snake. What the hell was that... this?”
Plissken looked over the scared people just now thinking about coming up and getting back in their chairs. “He startled me.”
“Do you always do this when you’re startled?”
Plissken had lost interest. Why couldn’t they just let him go home?
“Plissken.”
“Hmm?” He finally made eye contact.
“This is normal?”
“You got my file.” Snake shrugged. “Don’t you know?”
“Why don’t you sit down and tell me?” She was trying to sweet talk him only. It pissed him off more.
“I’ll stand.”
“Alright, stand and tell me.” She leaned back getting cocky.
Bile was churning from the anger boiling up inside. Snake turned to face her. “Appears that way doesn’t it?”
She was cracking under his arrogance. Snake lost interest but the people who had slid their chairs down toward the far end of the room along the table amused him enough to smile.
“Is this funny to you?”
“No.” Snake responded once more turning his gaze to the doctor. “It’s a waste of my fucking time.”
“Why are you so angry?”
“I’m not.” Snake shifted again trying to get the fire back under control that was burning in his gut.
“Then what is it?” She copped and attitude in her chair. Everyone was looking at him.
He cocked his head and stepped up to the end of the table. “Since you can’t do your job and read your patient files guess I got to tell you?”
Snake paused pinning her with a gaze that let all the pressure and hate well up hot. “Four years combat behind enemy lines on assassination and rescue mission and 15 years of watching everyone I know murdered. Most of them in front of me including my fiancé and parents.”
Snake gave her a look of absolute disgust. “You’re all fucking whining assholes. Castrated little bastards that think being upset is wrong. Go fucking grow some balls and get a real reason to be pissed off.”
Plissken walked out. Anger management had accomplished one thing, pissing him off more. Some use this was. Waste of time. He really should have gone somewhere to watch the paint dry. At least he’d be rested and calm.
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“I’m suggesting that you go to our anger management meetings. One is starting in ten minutes down in the conference room.”
Snake pressed his lips tightly together before crumpling the page into the smallest, most compact ball he could manage. Raising his arm he moved with cool precision to drop it into the garbage can beside him.
“This is not a request Snake.” She was determined.
All he did was sigh before getting up.
“The second door on your right. Good luck.”
Snake didn’t answer. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need anger management. These bastards just needed to be in his life for awhile to see how mean he needed to be to survive.
Plissken made his way to the plush conference room with a large oak table and high leather back chairs. There were people in all of them except one. It was down at the far end. Snake went to it but his eye was taking in everyone in the room. He hated them, all of them. Slowly he pulled the wheeled chair away from the table and into the corner. He put his back to the wall in a place where he could see everyone and the door. He wouldn’t sit anywhere else.
The door was closed and the droning started about how rage was wrong. The touchy, feely aspect turned his stomach almost as much as the reek of over perfumed men. It smelled like a whorehouse without the whores or the house. Plissken tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair while some fucker in a suit went on about how anger was wrong and he was a bad man for getting angry at some slow driver.
Snake laid his head back and tried to tune everything out. Boredom didn’t even cut an explanation of this place. He’d have more fun watching paint dry and at least it would be quiet. Snake let a breath out as someone else got up. He thought it was a woman but he couldn’t be sure. The only thing this was good for was sleeping. He did just that. Slowly drifting off and lulled by the drone of idiots who thought having balls was a bad thing. Why didn’t they just castrate them and get it over with. There would be less whining and he could be at home.
“You must be Mr. Plissken.”
Snake didn’t hear the doctor. He was fast asleep after a night of being up with the twins and a day of work.
“Mr. Plissken?”
Snake still didn’t respond though somewhere he was starting to realize that there was someone near by.
“Mr. Lylle will you please wake him.”
The touch of the person shaking his arm brought Plissken up like a grizzly. He grabbed the arm as he stood and threw the offender across the table. He was still sliding when the revolver was out. People screamed some of the patients dove under the table. Plissken was trying to get oriented. The screaming was pulling up memories while his mind tried to center on why he was in this room. Things cleared slowly and he looked around with an unfaltering cold gaze. He remembered this place. It was a place he didn’t want to be.
Snake took a few deep breaths before holstering the revolver. The rocking of his body was a nervous tick locked in with his PTSD. He was stressing and unhappy. Not much that shouldn’t be surprised when being woken from a death sleep brought on by idiots.
“Mr. Plissken!” The doctor had her composure before the others.
“Snake.” Plissken let the words slide out cool and syrupy. “Call me Snake.”
“Snake. What the hell was that... this?”
Plissken looked over the scared people just now thinking about coming up and getting back in their chairs. “He startled me.”
“Do you always do this when you’re startled?”
Plissken had lost interest. Why couldn’t they just let him go home?
“Plissken.”
“Hmm?” He finally made eye contact.
“This is normal?”
“You got my file.” Snake shrugged. “Don’t you know?”
“Why don’t you sit down and tell me?” She was trying to sweet talk him only. It pissed him off more.
“I’ll stand.”
“Alright, stand and tell me.” She leaned back getting cocky.
Bile was churning from the anger boiling up inside. Snake turned to face her. “Appears that way doesn’t it?”
She was cracking under his arrogance. Snake lost interest but the people who had slid their chairs down toward the far end of the room along the table amused him enough to smile.
“Is this funny to you?”
“No.” Snake responded once more turning his gaze to the doctor. “It’s a waste of my fucking time.”
“Why are you so angry?”
“I’m not.” Snake shifted again trying to get the fire back under control that was burning in his gut.
“Then what is it?” She copped and attitude in her chair. Everyone was looking at him.
He cocked his head and stepped up to the end of the table. “Since you can’t do your job and read your patient files guess I got to tell you?”
Snake paused pinning her with a gaze that let all the pressure and hate well up hot. “Four years combat behind enemy lines on assassination and rescue mission and 15 years of watching everyone I know murdered. Most of them in front of me including my fiancé and parents.”
Snake gave her a look of absolute disgust. “You’re all fucking whining assholes. Castrated little bastards that think being upset is wrong. Go fucking grow some balls and get a real reason to be pissed off.”
Plissken walked out. Anger management had accomplished one thing, pissing him off more. Some use this was. Waste of time. He really should have gone somewhere to watch the paint dry. At least he’d be rested and calm.
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