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beckyh2112) wrote2007-02-07 02:12 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2007-02-07 02:12 pm
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Over_Look: Two Hak Foo Fics
Apparently I cannot stop writing. At all. Dear God, where is all of this creativity coming from? And can I channel it into writing my Beowulf paper?
Title: Meditations
Fandom: Jackie Chan Adventures
Claim: Hak Foo
Table/Theme Name & Number: Theme Set VI: #8, Ocean
Rating: G
Summary: Hak Foo works out.
Author's Note: 'Taolu', according to Wikipedia, is the Chinese word for the Japanese 'kata', so I used that, since I write Hak Foo as Chinese.
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"Angry crow takes flight," Hak Foo muttered as he performed a flying leap from the entrance to the warehouse onto the dock. There was a slap of flesh as he landed, then immediately shifted into the crane stance. The wood out here felt differently under his bare feet than the wood floor inside the warehouse.
He stood still, staring out across the water to where sea blended into sky. Gradually, he tuned out the sounds of the ships in the harbor and the city behind him, simply listening to the waves striking against the quay. The smells faded, the dead fish and worse, until all that was left was the salt air, fresh and sharp as it had been when he first strode on a beach.
What he saw became abstract color and shape, what he heard blended in with his heartbeat. The outside world became soothingly irrelevent, easing the irritation in his mind and soul. Mental shackles unlocked and fell away, and then after an uncountable time, he slid into a warm-up taolu.
The world came back into focus with a flicker of his eyes as he moved. There, there, there, all good places to test himself on, all places requiring nimble footing and skill to keep the taolu in its proper pattern. A challenge.
His teeth flashed in a tiger's smile, and he began to work out in earnest.
End
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Title: Movie Night
Fandom: Jackie Chan Adventures
Claim: Hak Foo
Table/Theme Name & Number: Theme Set VI: #4, Entertainment
Rating: G
Summary: Hak Foo and his co-workers suffer through each other as they watch "Kill Bill".
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"Angry crow takes flight."
"Will you stop that?" Finn demanded, waving the remote at Hak Foo. The smaller red-haired Enforcer half-sprawled over most of the ratty couch, only having tucked his legs under him to keep from touching Hak Foo when the Chinese martial artist joined them. Chow sat up on the floor, head against the far arm of the couch, while Ratso had laid claim to the recliner. On the screen, Uma Thurman continued her battle with the Crazy-Eighty-Eights.
Hak Foo glowered at Finn.
"Dude, we'll get a chumbarra flick next time and you can make up attack names all you want. But right now, if you can't do anything else, just be quiet." Finn gestured with the remote as he spoke, fingers wrapped loosely enough that he wasn't in danger of pressing any buttons accidentally.
"I don't think it was an 'angry crow takes flight', anyway," Ratso said as he grabbed another handful of popcorn.
Hak Foo turned slowly to glare at the dark man, feeling a vein in his forehead pulse.
Finn jerked forward and stuck the remote in his chest. "Don't you start. Movie time."
He looked sullenly down at the remote, then conspicuously turned his attention back to the TV. Uma was about to go up against Gogo.
End
Title: Meditations
Fandom: Jackie Chan Adventures
Claim: Hak Foo
Table/Theme Name & Number: Theme Set VI: #8, Ocean
Rating: G
Summary: Hak Foo works out.
Author's Note: 'Taolu', according to Wikipedia, is the Chinese word for the Japanese 'kata', so I used that, since I write Hak Foo as Chinese.
---
"Angry crow takes flight," Hak Foo muttered as he performed a flying leap from the entrance to the warehouse onto the dock. There was a slap of flesh as he landed, then immediately shifted into the crane stance. The wood out here felt differently under his bare feet than the wood floor inside the warehouse.
He stood still, staring out across the water to where sea blended into sky. Gradually, he tuned out the sounds of the ships in the harbor and the city behind him, simply listening to the waves striking against the quay. The smells faded, the dead fish and worse, until all that was left was the salt air, fresh and sharp as it had been when he first strode on a beach.
What he saw became abstract color and shape, what he heard blended in with his heartbeat. The outside world became soothingly irrelevent, easing the irritation in his mind and soul. Mental shackles unlocked and fell away, and then after an uncountable time, he slid into a warm-up taolu.
The world came back into focus with a flicker of his eyes as he moved. There, there, there, all good places to test himself on, all places requiring nimble footing and skill to keep the taolu in its proper pattern. A challenge.
His teeth flashed in a tiger's smile, and he began to work out in earnest.
End
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Title: Movie Night
Fandom: Jackie Chan Adventures
Claim: Hak Foo
Table/Theme Name & Number: Theme Set VI: #4, Entertainment
Rating: G
Summary: Hak Foo and his co-workers suffer through each other as they watch "Kill Bill".
---
"Angry crow takes flight."
"Will you stop that?" Finn demanded, waving the remote at Hak Foo. The smaller red-haired Enforcer half-sprawled over most of the ratty couch, only having tucked his legs under him to keep from touching Hak Foo when the Chinese martial artist joined them. Chow sat up on the floor, head against the far arm of the couch, while Ratso had laid claim to the recliner. On the screen, Uma Thurman continued her battle with the Crazy-Eighty-Eights.
Hak Foo glowered at Finn.
"Dude, we'll get a chumbarra flick next time and you can make up attack names all you want. But right now, if you can't do anything else, just be quiet." Finn gestured with the remote as he spoke, fingers wrapped loosely enough that he wasn't in danger of pressing any buttons accidentally.
"I don't think it was an 'angry crow takes flight', anyway," Ratso said as he grabbed another handful of popcorn.
Hak Foo turned slowly to glare at the dark man, feeling a vein in his forehead pulse.
Finn jerked forward and stuck the remote in his chest. "Don't you start. Movie time."
He looked sullenly down at the remote, then conspicuously turned his attention back to the TV. Uma was about to go up against Gogo.
End
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Of course! For Beowulf is violent and therefore great!
If all else fails, go in thinking "how can I make slash based on this...?".