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| Verity | July 22, 2008, 10:35 am Post #376 |
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Dude! Fuck the seafood restaurant. I'd just take my dinner at the candy shop. I love candy!!!! I would have gone ape shit in that place. Natalya's eyes in delight when she saw the display in the window of a candy shop. Chocolates of every description were displayed, ranging from the palest white chocolate to the darkest, in all shapes and sizes. Brilliantly colored lollipops and gummies gleamed in the light, sitting next to a real gingerbread house yum. I love white chocolate. That definitely sounds like my kind of place.
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| maisy blue | July 22, 2008, 11:06 am Post #377 |
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| Wishful | July 22, 2008, 12:41 pm Post #378 |
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Damn that's made me hungry for fudge now
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| Battery | July 23, 2008, 8:54 am Post #379 |
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that candy shop sounded awesome!!!!! I could move in and live there And Helsingor looks soo beautiful :horns2 And I learned something again, thanks!
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 23, 2008, 9:38 am Post #380 |
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That candy shop was based on a candy shop I went to once when my family went to Sarasota, Florida for vacation. It was a family-owned place, on one side they sold homemade fudge and candy, on the other side was homemade ice cream, sorbet and gelato And this is the castle they visit: Kronborg CastleChapter 94 The group walked towards the castle near the Oresund. It sat on a low hill on the shoreline, guarding the entrance to the channel. It was an imposing building with green copper roofs adorning the towers, a red and white Danish flag waving from the very top. There was already a line forming outside the castle gates. Most of the people were tourists from Copenhagen and Sweden, along with a few Germans and British people. The people barely noticed them, but several kept giving Shane odd looks. His auburn hair and his height made him fit it, but he wore old jeans and a Slayer t-shirt, a ratty denim jacket over the shirt. In fact, he looked almost like Cliff's twin in the clothes. "Yeah, you do stick out a bit, Cliff. Danes usually don't wear denim jacket and old jeans", said Lars. "Bummer. Did people stare at my dad?", he asked curiously. "Yeah, at least the older people. The kids thought he was cool", he replied, as the crowd moved inside the gates. Torben paid for their tickets as they entered the foyer of the castle. "You kids run along, there's an English tour, I don't think you'd understand the Danish one. We'll meet outside in three hours, if you're going to be late, text us", said Lars. "Let's roll, lalka. Let's see if there's any ghosts here", he chuckled, taking her hand and leading her inside. Shane and Natalya wandered about the castle with a guidebook. It was surprisingly ornate, considering that the Danish lords had simple taste. The royal chapel was immense, all gold and marble and light red silk. The floor was creamy white marble with veins of gold, the royal coat of arms in each tile. The ceiling was a fresco depicting the Garden of Eden, but instead of a desert oasis, it was a Danish garden with sheep, cows, and fields of rapeseed, the flowers a vivid golden yellow. "Nice, this is awesome", said Shane. "Tak, but it is so elaborate for a Lutheran chapel", said Natalya. "According to the guide, it's a Catholic chapel. I saw a church in San Francisco like this, Mom goes there for her charity drives", he replied. "Your mother is a good woman, Shane. What would you do if Papa and your mother got together?", she asked slyly. Shane almost choked on the question. "I hope not, then we'd be brother and sister. Gross", he said, making a face. Natalya smiled slyly at him as they went into the basement. There were only a few people down here, everyone else upstairs in the castle. It was damp and cool down here, smelling vaguely of mold. There was only a bit of light coming from the torches on the walls, the whole of it resembling a dungeon in a horror movie. "Shane, I don't like this", she said, her eyes darting around nervously. "Relax, lalka. I won't let the ghosts get you", he chuckled, squeezing her hand. They carefully explored the basement, the feeling of doom less pronounced than when they first entered. The basement held the tombs of various kings, queens and bishops of Denmark. The tombs ranged from elaborate marble monuments to simpler stone ones. Moss grew on the stone beams, the dull green adding to the sense of decay. The air was cool and smelled of mold, the dust crunching under their feet. "I wonder if there's any skeletons here?", asked Shane, a gleam in his blue eyes. "Do not say that", she chided. "Calm down, I was just messing with you", he chuckled, embracing her. They stood in front of a carved wooden statue of Holger Danske, the mythical hero of Danish myth. The statue was over six feet tall, clad in chain mail with a horned helmet, his blond hair long and an enormous blond mustache over his upper lip. He held a sword in his right hand and a shield in the other, a fierce look in his blue eyes. "Wow, I don't wanna piss that guy off", he chortled. "Tak, I agree", she whispered. Shane smiled at her as she snuggled closer to him. Her lips were slightly parted, barely an inch from his and oh so tempting... "Let's go now, lalka, it's getting cold down here", he chuckled. |
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| Verity | July 23, 2008, 11:20 am Post #381 |
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That was a good chapter. I think that it's funny that Shane dresses like his dad. I go out of my way not to dress like my parents, but then my mom starts to dress like me anyway. She's even bought some kind of metal looking T-shirts and has started curling her hair and it's like dude! Don't do that. Arg. |
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| Wishful | July 24, 2008, 5:45 am Post #382 |
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Aww I can just imagine Shane, I bet he does look the spit of Cliff. If he suddenly dons a pair of bellbottoms I wouldn't be surprised!!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 24, 2008, 9:42 am Post #383 |
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Ashley, at least your Mom doesn't criticize how you dress. I wear a lot of black band shirt, jeans, and Chucks, Mom doesn't like it at all. She wants me to wear Gap clothes and Abercrombie and crap, fucking preppie clothes like she does She says that only suicidal and crazy people were a lot of black, that it's not normal. At least your Mom doesn't mind Chapter 95 "Well kids, you're on your own now. Hope you enjoy your Scandinavian odyssey, and Farvel", said Lars. "Yeah, Farvel to you too, Uncle Lars. See ya back in the states", said Shane. They were at the train station in Copenhagen, waiting to board the train to Frederikshavn on the Jutland Peninsula. From there they were going to Oslo on the ferry, but not before sightseeing around the beaches of north Jutland. The train was parked on the tracks, a sleek silver train with red and white stripes down the sides. It lay idle, waiting for the passengers to board. "I've seen pictures of the beaches in Skagen, I heard it's gorgeous. Too bad the water is cold, otherwise I'd go for a swim. And from there we go to Oslo, that is one gorgeous city. I gotta show you the Viking Ship Museum and Vigelund Park", said Shane enthusiastically. The train whistled as the passengers filed onto the train. Lars gave Shane one final hug, as they boarded. The interior of the train was done in soft gray carpet and white walls, the seats made of upholstered black leather. "Yeah I know, it's better than Amtrak. If you want anything, there's a club car in the back. We'll be there in about three, four hours", he said. The train whistled one last time, as it chugged out of the station. It emerged into the light from the darkness of the tunnel, the suburbs of Copenhagen surrounding them. Neat houses and apartment buildings lined the tracks, children playing nearby waving to them. The suburbs gave way to farms, the green fields contrasting with the alternating fields of rapeseed. Sheep and cows ate grass, pigs wallowed in mud and some hikers picked berries alongside them. This looks a lot like where I grew up, mused Natalya, looking curiously out the window. "Yeah, this looks like the Midwest, except the farms are smaller. It's nice but I'm too lazy to live on a farm", he cracked. The journey took them across bucolic western Zealand, across the Store Belt, and through equally rural Funen. Both of them had long since fallen asleep, the green sameness of the scenery rather dull to them. They finally arrived at their destination at Frederikshavn that afternoon. The town itself was rather dull, all the buildings clustered around the harbor. "Here we switch trains to get to Skagen. When we get there, I wanna chill a bit, tomorrow we can go to the beach", he said, as they took their bags and got off the train. The station was rather small, with only two tracks. Only a few people were on their side, everyone else wanting to take the train to Copenhagen. "When does the train to Skagen leave?", Shane asked a young man. He was tall and thin, blond hair that was almost white framing his face, his pale blue eyes alert. "The train leaves in an hour. Are you American?", he asked, speaking with a heavy Danish accent. "Yeah, from the Bay Area. I'm Shane Burton, and this is my friend Natalya Stankowski", he said. "Glad to meet you, Herr Burton and Froken Stankowski. I am Sven Hansen, I live in Skagen, my mother runs a guesthouse there. Are you Danish?", he asked. "No, my family is Scottish and Polish, Natalya's family is Polish. I heard Skagen is beautiful, from there we go to Oslo", he said. "Ja, that is good. My mother might have a room available, I will ask her, follow me when we get off the train", said Sven. |
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| Verity | July 24, 2008, 11:26 am Post #384 |
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I'm too lazy to work on a farm too. That's cool that they are going to Oslo next. I heard yesterday that gas is insanely expensive there though. I'm sure that Larsy can help with that. I think the reason that my mom doesn't mind the band and skull shirts is because most of my shirts are girly band shirts. I have a fabulous hot pink Metallica shirt, and shirts with skulls that are trimmed with purple sleeves and shit. I guess that I am a girly girl too. I do wear black sometimes but not all the time. Actually, I'd say that my mom wears black shirts more often than I do. Because of my job I have to look conservitive, so Mom doesn't worry about me getting a bunch of tattoos or dying my hair purple because she knows that I can't. She did really critisize when I started to wear my hair curly (which is it's natural way). For years she used to sit me down and straighten it. It would take forever, at least an hour to straigthen it after every washing. One day when I was away at college, I overslept and didn't have time to spend an hour straightening it that morning so I let it air dry, and it went all curly. I got so many compliments, from teachers, students, people who didn't usually talk to me, saying that the curls suited me better so I kept wearing it that way. I LOVED it. I could just roll out of bed, wash it, and just let it air dry. No fuss, no fucking around in the mornings with it. My mom bitched a ton though. She hated it. Finally, after I had been wearing my hair curly for a few months she started to try and curl her own hair, but her hair is nautrally straight. She can never get the curls to stay. She still tries it though. For some reason I find her copying me annoying. Now she just bitches constantly at me because I don't have bangs. I don't want bangs again. I'll fucking look twelve. Sorry for that rant. I think it's just a mothers/daughters thing. Most of my good friends all say the same thing about their mothers critsizing their clothes, hair. etc... I have one friend who had very long hair and she decided to get 2 inches cut off of it and when her mother say her she started crying, over something as mundane as hair. :wacko: |
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| Wishful | July 24, 2008, 11:52 am Post #385 |
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That train sounded luxurious! our trains here in the UK, have cloth seats that fray easily and can smell real bad too
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| Battery | July 25, 2008, 7:05 am Post #386 |
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Oooh, the basement of the castle sounded exciting And now Shane and Natalya are on their own .. Though I wonder what would happen if their parents became a couple I mean, they wouldn't be blood siblings, so.. Hm. Anyways, great chapters! :horns2
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 25, 2008, 9:32 am Post #387 |
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Yeah Claire, I heard trains in Europe are much nicer than the ones in Britain or here in the states. Amtrak stinks, one of my friends took the train to Florida, she complained that it was hot, the air conditioner didn't work properly and that the train was full of drunks, for some reason. But Greyhound is worse, IMO. I read a description of a Greyhound bus trip that sounded like the bus ride from hell. The guy said that the bus was full of trashy people who didn't bathe, and that the kids were running down the aisles and screaming, that the fat chick next to him put a blanket over her head to smoke a crack pipe Damn. So just don't take a bus ride here in the states, I'm sure it's nicer in Europe. And this is the town where they go:Skagen Chapter 96 Less than an hour later, they arrived at Skagen. The view from the station was all sand dunes, topped with pink and purple blooms of heather. Beyond the dunes was the brilliant blue of the Kattegat, the sunlight bouncing off the water. "I know, the sun is bright but you will get used to it. Hopefully you brought sunglasses", chuckled Sven. "Yeah, dude. Can you go swimming or is the water too cold?", asked Shane, as they got their bags. "Ja, but it is quite cool. You will have to be careful, but yes, you can swim in it", he replied. Meanwhile, Natalya looked curiously at the town center. Almost all of the houses were made of yellow-painted wood with dark brown roofs, almost like cupcakes with chocolate frosting. There were few cars here, but plenty of bicycles and even a few kids skateboarding. "Follow me", said Sven. They grabbed their bags and followed him out of the station. The center of the town was alive with pedestrians and tourists, the latter peering inside the shop windows or taking pictures. "You want fudge?", teased Shane. Natalya blushed. "Nie, you silly boy. It is too close to dinner", she chided. Sven led them to a house just off the main street. It looked warm and inviting, made of the same brown and yellow wood as the rest of the town. On the front porch were pots of vivid red geraniums, the bright red providing a contrast. A middle-aged woman answered the door, smiling at them. She was short and plump, curly gray hair in a bun and wearing an apron over a pale blue dress. Blue eyes peeked out from behind her glasses, a smile forming on her lips. "Goddag, Sven. Hvem star de?", she asked. "Mama, they are staying in Skagen for a few days. This is Shane Burton and Natalya Stankowski", he replied. "Oh, welcome. I have a room for you, please follow me", she said, speaking with a slight Danish accent. They went into the parlor as she motioned for them to sit down on the couch. The parlor was done in a comfortable homey style, which put them at ease. The walls were of a honey-colored wood with watercolor paintings in pastel frames depicting the beach outside the town. Woven rugs in warm pink and red were on the floor, the couch soft and upholstered in maroon silk brocade. A low coffee table sat before the couch, a book of Van Gogh paintings opened in the middle. "I will make some tea, and I baked a blueberry tart. Would you like some?", she asked. "Thank you, ma'am", replied Shane. "I am Sigrid Hansen, Sven's mother. The other guests are out exploring the town. What brings you here?", she asked, going to the kitchen. "We're traveling around Scandinavia this summer. My grandfather lives in Ostersund, that's where we are going to end up", he replied. Sigrid returned with a pot of tea and small blueberry tart. The teaport was made of green metal, the steam rising from the spout. The tart was baked to a rich golden brown, the aroma of blueberries wafting through the air. She cut them each a slice of tart and served them tea, before sitting down. "Are you Swedish, Mr. Burton?", she asked. "No, my family is Scottish and Polish. He's retired in Sweden with his second wife", he replied. "Oh, I see. We went to Ostersund on holiday, it is lovely there. You must see the dunes and the water and buried church. And are you going to Sweden from here?", she asked. "No, we're going onto Norway after this. We got a lot of time", he chuckled, as he and Natalya exchanged a look. "Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here. When you are finished, Sven will lead you to your room", said Sigrid. Sven led them upstairs after they finished. "The rooms are upstairs, I hope you will like it", he said. The second floor was carpeted in the same rich pink carpet as the first floor, the walls made of blond wood. On either side were numbered doors with a brass plate mounted on them. "Here is your room. I hope you will like it", he said, opening the door. The room was pleasant, all creamy white walls with pale green trim. In the center was a large bed with a white lacy quilt trimmed with pale green ribbons, the curtains in the same design. The windows were open as the sea breeze wafted in from the ocean visible in the distance. Shane raised an eyebrow when he saw the bed, as Natalya blushed. We'll figure something out,he thought. |
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| Verity | July 25, 2008, 10:25 am Post #388 |
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Skagen seems very beautiful. I think that Shane and Natalya are going to enjoy their stay.
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| Wishful | July 25, 2008, 10:33 am Post #389 |
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That sounded positively delightful, just like a gingerbread village! Haha Shane are you going to be the perfect gent and sleep on the floor? |
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| maisy blue | July 25, 2008, 4:21 pm Post #390 |
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Vanessa, sorry I haven't been around to comment on the last two chapters. I really missed reading this a lot. Glad I could get back online today and catch up. Your writing is awesome- the descriptions of the cities are amazing. I feel like I am there. When I was in my early 20's, I was still wearing a lot of goth clothes. Black tights year round, plaid kilts, band t-shirts, and dyed hair. My parents were SO relieved when I got tired of wearing it and just started wearing "regular" clothes. I think my mom would have been so happy if I started wearing just jeans, t-shirts and Converse when I was into the whole goth thing! Uh-oh- one bed! |
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And Helsingor looks soo beautiful :horns2 And I learned something again, thanks!

That's cool that they are going to Oslo next. I heard yesterday that gas is insanely expensive there though. I'm sure that Larsy can help with that.
.. Though I wonder what would happen if their parents became a couple
Anyways, great chapters! :horns2
Damn. So just don't take a bus ride here in the states, I'm sure it's nicer in Europe. And this is the town where they go:
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