Perpetual People

The Holy Ground Highlander Forum Midweek Challenge

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MID WEEK CHALLENGE: Perpetual People

Posted by Leah CWPack on 9/20/2000, 8:19 am

Your challenge, should you decide to participate:

Do a PEOPLE magazine interview...with an immortal. Any Immie or Kimmie or Femmie will do, and you can be as long or short as you like. The interviewer may or may not be aware that this fascinating individual is Immortal.

Who ya gonna do? Kenny? Kurgan? Kell? Kate? Amanda? Methos? Ramirez? Duncan? Connor? Cory? The DeVallencourts? Fitz? Cassandra? A surprise?

Good luck!

here goes..1st ever MWC response-please be kind

Posted by nocturnal1 on 9/20/2000, 12:31 pm 

"The King Lives"-People Magazine exclusive

Imagine my surprise when I was contacted by a top secret source that invited me to see for myself that the King is really alive and well. I had scoffed at the tabloid headlines and rumors that Elvis is alive and I laughed out loud when the caller offered me an escort to a private meeting with Mr. Presley. Folks, I am not laughing anymore. I was picked up in a dark car by men in dark suits and taken to an undisclosed location-something was muttered about holy ground but the meaning of that is lost on me. There I did met with Elvis Aaron Presley face to face. What follows is a brief snippet of our interview:

Me: Elvis, I don't quite know what to say! How is it that your appearance is the same as when I was a child?
The King: oh...well.. Its a kind of magic. Let’s get down to the reason of why I wanted to see you
Me: OK
E: Can you give me one good reason the Adrian Paul spread was cancelled?

Didn't say the Immie had to be from the HL universe!!! hehehe
Nicole

MWC (last week's again) "The pen is Mightier..." Part 1
Posted by Ghost Cat on 9/27/2000, 9:46 pm

“The Pen is Mightier…"

Since the passing of his good friend Charlie, Duncan MacLeod had become manager of the dojo in fact as well as in name. He was trying to groom Richie for the day to day routine, but the boy still had a tendency to sleep in. Which left Duncan the task of opening up every morning. Few patrons actually came for early workouts, so Mac could usually go downstairs, unlock the doors, then slip back upstairs to make a leisurely breakfast.

There were two men outside and it looked like they'd been waiting for a while. The Press pass had gone out of style long ago, but there was still a certain oily, too casual quality that marked every journalist; his partner's expensive-looking camera confirmed it. MacLeod blocked the open doorway, keeping the pair outside in the chill morning air.

"No thanks boys"; his voice was much more pleasant than his body language. "This place works mostly by word of mouth, I don't need any promotion."

The taller man pushed his way into the swiftly closing door, almost losing a few fingers in the process. "Let me explain. We're doing an article on modern urban violence. I came here looking for a professional opinion."

Mac hissed a sharp breath, a sign the intruder either didn't notice or chose to ignore. "Violence is not my profession; I teach an art form." Duncan hated publicity, with good reason, and there was something about this man that he instantly disliked. On the other hand, the world was becoming a place even a Highland warrior would call violent. Anything he could do to turn the tide might be worth the risk.

The reporter smiled-- a flash of teeth that never quite reached his eyes, "That's exactly the point of view I'm looking for." He turned to his photographer, a little too quickly for Duncan's taste, "See, Jimmy, I told you he'd be perfect."

The door opened, slowly. "I'm Duncan MacLeod; come in." This provoked another grin; "Amazing, I'm a Duncan too! Duncan Thorne, of the Examiner."

MacLeod stopped him with a harsh glare; "If you want an interview, you'll get one; but I don't need a new best friend."

Re: MWC (last week's again) "The pen is Mightier..." Part 2

Posted by Ghost Cat on 9/27/2000, 9:50 pm , in reply to "MWC (last week's again) "

Mac led Thorne to the office, but lost the photographer somewhere along the way. Jimmy seemed quite fascinated by the weapons displays. "What is he doing?"

Thorne glanced casually out the large office windows, "Don't worry, he's just getting some mood shots. Now, can we begin?" Duncan nodded, carefully. "Let's start with a general statement. Do you think that society is becoming more violent?"

Duncan paused to wet lips gone suddenly dry. He had always preferred action to words and now here he was, caught in a verbal sparring match. "I think that man, that is, humans, have always had violent instincts and probably always will. It's in our blood; our ancestors were hunters." He paused again to gather his thoughts; "But it's the role of society, of civilization, to set limits. Society teaches the individual how to control his instincts." He added, "Something it hasn't been doing very well lately."

Thorne nodded encouragement throughout, scribbling eagerly in his notebook. He hated the mini-recorders everyone was using these days; he needed a pencil in his hand. "OK, now how about you? What made you open a place like this?"

"Hey, I didn't create this, it's Charlie's. Charlie DeSalvo: he wanted to keep the kids off the street; give them something productive. I'm just following his lead, making sure the dream lives on."

The man's statement took him in a new direction, Thorne adjusted his questions to follow the new trail: "And do you really think that teaching someone to fight is 'productive'?"

Duncan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking how many times had he heard that teach me how to fight; victims of bullies who wanted to become bullies themselves. "That's where you're wrong, Thorne. It's not about fighting, not if you have the right teacher. You don't just learn combat; you learn discipline, self-control and, if you're lucky, a better understanding of who and what you are. A student leaves here with more power over himself than power over others." He watched the reporter smile and nod as he scribbled in his notebook, but he had a distinct feeling the man wasn't trying to understand. It was frustrating; especially considering he still hadn't had any breakfast.

The regulars starting coming in and Thorne was still talking. As Duncan's temper grew shorter, the questions started getting worse; "But I heard that you've been teaching swordplay; you can't claim that as just self-defense."

Mac gave a contemptuous snort; "I hate that word. Anything that involves a weapon isn't play, unless you count those Hollywood fops…"

There was an audible snap as the tip broke off his pencil, fop? Thorne considered himself an expert wordsmith, but he couldn't remember ever hearing, or using the word 'fop' in casual conversation. With a start, he realized that he had missed some of what the man was saying.

"…Kendo hasn't used live steel in almost a century; we use bamboo practice swords and full armor. I practice with live steel because it feels different, but I only for solo exercises." That's all you need to know anyway, he added silently. "I've taught one or two exceptional students how to use a steel blade; but they have to give me a very good reason, and I'm the one who decides when they're ready."

Thorne wasn't paying attention to the waves of frustration and borderline hostility pouring off MacLeod, or he never would have pulled his trump. "I heard you had a personal brush with urban violence; something to do with your fiancée?"

Duncan rose to his full height, gripping the edge of the desktop to avoid doing something he'd regret, or at least something he wouldn't want to see on the front page. His voice was a tense whisper; "I really don't think this interview should continue any farther."

Thorne didn't back down. "Just answer me this: if you could find the man who killed your fiancée, if he was standing right here, what would you do?"

"I did meet him, once."

"And?"

"I did nothing," the last word trailed off into an angry hiss.

"And what did you want to do?"

Duncan was up and on the other side of the desk before Thorne could even blink, "Get out."

The reporter sputtered protests as MacLeod, without touching him, backed the man out of the small office and, slowly, out of the main room. "I'm a Journalist! I have the right--" his last words were cut off by the slam of the door. A single glare sent Jimmy in swift retreat. The patrons, who had watched the whole thing in silence, now acted as if they had been deaf and blind to all of it. That didn't stop one or two from smiling slyly when he thought Mac wasn't looking.

Re: MWC (last week's again) "The pen is Mightier..." Part 3

Posted by Ghost Cat on 9/27/2000, 9:53 pm , in reply to "Re: MWC (last week's again) "

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Methos heard the phone ring in his small Seacouver apartment; once again he told himself that his next persona was definitely going to have a decent income. No more starving students! He picked it up on the third ring, "Pierson." He heard a familiar voice on the line: "I'm worried."

"Dawson? What's wrong?" concern crept into his usually cool voice.

"The dojo's closed; nobody's seen Mac for three days, not since the new issue of the Examiner came out. I want you to go check on him."

"Me? Why don't you do it, he knows you better."

"Considering the kind of sounds that have been heard coming from the place, I don't think it would be too healthy for me."

"Oh great, and my 5,000 year old head is expendable?"

Despite his own better judgment, Methos found himself outside the dojo. Mac had given him keys for the elevator, but never anything for the building entrance. No matter, Amanda wasn't the only one who knew a few tricks with doors.

Before he even reached the elevator, he could hear muffled shouts and the occasional crash. It was the first time he had ever heard an Immortal before he Felt them; curses in 4 languages that he knew and 2 more that he didn't recognize.

Opening the overhead door, he was confronted not by a sword but by a crumpled magazine thrust into his face. "Have you seen this yet?"

Methos dodged instinctively; "No I haven't, and frankly I can't see it right now."

"I never should have agreed to that damned interview! No matter what you say, they just pick and choose until they get the story they want."

"You did what? Were you out of your pony-tailed head?!"

With a deep sigh, Mac forcibly calmed himself; "Maybe I was. But I never said any of this, at least not in the way they imply."

"What can you do about it? Assassinating the Press isn't exactly encouraged in modern America; no matter how many people have been tempted."

Suddenly a dangerous gleam flashed in the Highlander's eye; Methos wisely got out of the way as he rushed to a small writing desk. "I'll beat him at his own game: letter to the editor; demand a retraction. If that doesn't work, I'll cry slander; he'll never know what hit him!"

He was already muttering choice phrases as he reached for a clean sheet of paper. As he watched, Methos developed a new appreciation for the phrase "the pen is mightier than the sword." Poor Thorne didn't have a chance.

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