Seems like Lord Fiske has been doing alright with the LiveJournal:
Recent Entries that he's been making accordingly to the Theatrical_Muse-
~"Introduction"
A'right, well, introduction.
Kay, so, if you lot don't know me a'ready, I'm Lord Montgomery Fiske (Monty) aka the famous villain, Monkey Fist.
I know what you lor are thinking! "This famous British archeologist is a psychotic villain?" Well, er, yes. I don't really like to talk about it all too much when I'm off doin' my own things in my normal, everyday life, but, people can't help but mention it to me, even in a more sophisticated type of conversation
"So, Lord Fiske. . .how are things, with, y'know, ... the 'villain business'?"
Me: *sigh* -akward silence-
I don't tend to answer the question, but just more or less, smile politely and change the subject. Sure, yah may say tha' I brought it upon myself, an' I rightfully did, but I don't make it my whole life, an' with my power, i control when an' when not to talk about it.
Yes, I was born into a rich family of "east side proper" English lords, and the family fortune was passed down to me (er, I sorta spent most of it on radical mutation on my 'ands and feet), and people think I'm crazy gettin' rid of so much money on soemthing so crazy and useless. Really, I'm still a 'ell of a lot richer than the whole ot of 'em; no worries.
So, ugh, wee lad, growing up in snotty, English family. Well educated; went to college; 'ad my share of birds; became famous archeologist and world's foremost authority on monkies. Why, you say, would I be so fascinated with monkies? Well, I 'ad one as a lad, an' he was basically like my best friend. I took it on myself to learn more about them.
So, tha's 'bout all for know, I suppose.
Age: 40 years old
Single or Taken: Single.. actually, so, uhm, y'know wha' ta do if you're really tha' interested
~"When I Awoke the Next Morning..."
When I awoke the next morning, it was as usual, 'round 5am. There's always tha' painful feeling of waking up in a big bed with a giant empty space beside you; wonderin' if someone is meant to be there to fill it. I start the moring with my usual meditations. They're nothin' special, er, to a lot of people, but for me, they're a complete part of my daily routine. No matter wha' I do tha' day, I always start it off with a cup of tea, an' an hour or so of meditation. Meditation really helps to ease the mind and open up your senses to the world. It's really a good way for me to start off the day, by realizing what every litle thing is tha's goin' on around me. Sometimes I get lost in my meditation as well. . go on for more than an hour, an' Bates 'as to come in an' bring me back to reality. I sorta 'ave some issues with tha' I suppose. S'not something I tend to like to think about, but, it's so much a part of my life, tha' I can't help but not think about it 'ere an' there.
The mornings in my castle are somewhat lonely at tha'. Sure, I 'ave the monkey ninjas, an' Bates is there too, but it's jus' not the same. Bates, being the only bit of family I 'ave left (he was always there to take care of me as a lad), is there to shake me loose and put me back into reality, whereas my monkies only remind me of wha' I've slipped into. The mornings, while peaceful, or ever so quiet, an' I usually just wander around the castle for a bit before ever startin' on something. Every once an' a while I like to go out and sit on the porch, an' look out at the forest. Every bit of my senses go wild, an'it makes me glad to know where I've gotten, but it makes me only wonder what more I can accomplish then.
An' then... the afternoon rolls in...
~"Is There Ever A Good Reason to Get Blinding Drunk?"
Seeing how I am British, it is sorta a more cultural thing for British folk to drink and smoke. No, I do not smoke, though I have tested as a lad, and I'm more of a tea-person myself, but drinking I have still done plenty of.
A good reason to get blinding drunk: Probably t'just let your cares free! I know, I know... there are MUCH better ways to solve tha' problem than drinking, but I know from experience tha' drinking helps supress sorrow. Me, havin; sorta a tough family to deal with, dealt with supressing such depression with drinking. It may come back to bite yah in the arse later on in the week, but if you jus' want to get wild and not care about work/school/life, then you drink and end up on the side of the street with one 'ell of a hangover, an' you say, "darn... that was one of the best flippin' experiences tha' I ever 'ad... an' I don't even remember it!" Probably best yah don't remeber it either!
Ah, being ignorant. Sucha bliss.
~"Do You Believe in Love at First Sight?"
No. In fact, it's an ignorant way of thinking. There's something in the human brain tha' triggers an attraction to someone at first sight, but this is not simply called, "love". It's what evolution 'as brought us to aquire, so tha' we know who simply is the best mate for ourselves; not with personaily and long-term relationships, but with "passing on the genes".
Yea, romantic, isn't it?
But attraction to someone should not simply be ignored, but should be persued. Why live life not trying to acquire something you desire most (I could go on 'bout this, but I jus' won't)? You may come ta find by taking tha' risk tha' the person may be jus' the eprson you're looking for. Unfortunately, teenagers and young lovers tend to hope for "love at first sight". S'mostly hormones, really. Also, they feel they need to 'ave someone there for them. M'not goin' to see I 'aven't been there once or twice before, cause I 'ave, but by maturing, I've come to conclude tha', no, I do not believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in true love.
~"How Did You Lose Your Virginity?"
Haha! Wow, tha's all I'm goin' ta say. Mmk... so, if yah really need ta know.
I lost my virginity when I was 16. Americans go, "Oh lawdy!", an' a just laugh a' you lot. Over 'ere in Britian, the legal age is 16. I was a rebellious teenaged boy, an' the second I turned 16, I took it upon myself to give my girlfriend (an' myself), the time of our lives *smug*. But even though I seem like a really wild guy when it comes ta these things, I'm more romantic first, really.
So, it was my 16th birthday, an' my parents gave me a party, yeayea, jolly good an' all tha'. They could tell, for once, tha' I just wanted to do my own thing on my big 1-6, an' so, they let me.
My girlfriend an' I 'ad walked out into the forest tha' evening:
Ah, late night walks. Probably as romantic as you can get. The sounds of the crickets and the other rainforest animals chirping, filling our ears with life. The moon shining down through the leaves, leaving blue, transparent beams of light, guiding our way down the path. We finally came to it. It was a giant pond, tha' I 'ad gone to a few times, but never taken anyone else. I came there to think, becasue my parents found my meditation routines to be quite ignorant, an' I just wanted to get away from the whole lot 24/7. It was a beautiful, captivating spot, tha' only I, an' the inhabitants of the forest knew about. The moon shone down on the pond; it's reflection taking up the entire space. The frogs and the crickets were chirping wildly; full of life an' abundance. I knew she deserved to share the experience of being out here; of being out in the wild; of being there with jus' me.
I walked her over to a small hill of grass tha' lay next to the pond, and we sat and took in the scenery, hand-in-hand. I believe she could sense my readiness when I squeezed her 'and lovingly, and she pulled me down on top of her into the grass into a kiss. Tha' one kiss tha' I will NEVER forget about; tha' I wish could've lasted forever. I was nervous, y'know, being tha' I was inexperienced an' all, but I 'ad to relize, tha', she too 'ad never been taken, so we were in the same boat. But there's tha' feeling of solitude when you're with tha' one person tha' you love, an' everything around you just floats away, an' the only thing in the world tha' captivates you is your lover's eyes....
...An' then, well, I'm not one to get into detail about these sorta things, an' it's more personal. But, tha's really how it happened.
My parents, I could sense they knew what we did, but for some reason, they actually didn't bother me about it. They took it in as a fact tha' I had grown into a man, an' they finally 'ad respected tha'. We never talked about it of course.
An' then tha' one faithful day when she 'ad to go away. She and her family wanted to explore the world, an' the first stop was America. I was 17; it was 1983; she was gone an' I wasn't sure if I could ever love again. Teenaged sweethearts... probably one of the most ignorant, yet beautiful concepts the world can come up with.
I 'aven't seen her since, but, I'm sure with my popularity both as an archeologist an' a villain, she's seen me around. Obviosuly she wants nothin' to do with me. I'm not sure whether she's embarassed, or, whether she 'ad moved on an' started a whole new life -- a life without me. On tha' note, if any legal woman wants to talk to me, y'know, over a cup of tea, I'm completely up for it!
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P.S. I have to study for finals that are coming up this week. Joy. So.. I won't be on next week. Then after that, it's summer, and I'll be working my arse off to prove to my parents that i can be responsibel enough to go and have fun this summer >.> Childhood....over for me. >.>