Seymour - "Lift going down, or up?" Pt1

Who: Seymour, Rosette
Where: Broken lift
When: After Justin's explosion
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"I LOST MY SMEGGING PARENTS WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER YOU PEASANT!" Rosette yelled
back, breathing heavily. "I lost everything I'd ever known in one moment..."
she said, quietening down long enough to hide her face in her knees.
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Seymour looked at the bottle of wine in his hand, then at the crying woman. He
edged closer and rubbed her on the shoulder nervously as she sobbed. "Err..." He
looked again at the bottle of wine and cringed as he dropped it to the floor and
kneeled down to give Rosette a hug.
"Er...there there." he said. Trying to ignore the sound of the wine roll across
the floor and out of the gap in the lift where it fell into the flaming lift
shaft below.
"So you.... had servants?" he said, rubbing her back as she dug her face into
his shoulder. He was worried his straggly beard would be annoying her but she
hadn't complained yet.
"And you had a big house?" He just couldn't believe it. He pulled away from her.
"Why didn't you tell me? I thought you were a commoner!"
She laughed, or sobbed, he couldn't tell which. "We could have had dinner
parties!" He said. "I could have invited the other Ambassadors, and you could
have invited your rich family...."
"They're dead you smegging idiot."
"Oh yes, sorry about that. I was still getting over the shock of you not being a
commoner I forgot to listen to the rest." He waited for the sobbing to subside.
"So, what was your big house like? As big as Buckingham palace?"
"They burned it down!" She started wailing and crying more.
Seymour had to hug her again. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry this isn't helping." Then
he thought for a moment. "Although this is taking my mind of my current misery
so it's not so bad."
She stopped crying to smack him around the head, then continued.
"So out of everyone you know, who would you least want to be stuck in a lift
with?"
"You?" Rosette said.
"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!"
Rosette sniffed. "Not as bad as Pancake. I'd hate to see his stupid face right
now. But you're almost as bad."
Seymour grinned at that. Then he heard someone climbing up the lift shaft. He
peered out of the hole to see Justin Pancake climbing up.
"Psst! What are you doing here?" Seymour whispered.
"Saving you!" Justin said.
"Smeg off!" Seymour said, and Justin started to climb down.
Seymour peered his head back in. "Well. It looks like we won't be rescued any
time soon."
Then he crawled across the lift and sat down in the opposite corner and started
twiddling with his beard.
"You know... I never used to want to be an Ambassador." Seymour said. "I never
even wanted to be a Captain." He leaned his head back against the cold metal
wall. "Do you want to know what I wanted to be?"
Rosette continued crying, and didn't answer.
"I wanted to be an Antique Dealer." He said with a grin. "Antiques Roadshow was
my favourite television programme. Or a wine taster... I remember when I was
young..."
**Wibbly wibbly flashback music **
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Who: Young Seymour, 17 years old
Where: Earth, England, West Yorkshire, in a grotty farmhouse between two lanes
of the M62
When: 24 years ago
Seymour hated his life.
He especially hated this house. It was where he lived with his parents, and both
sets of grandparents. He looked out of the window of his tiny bedroom, which
looked out over a small grotty muddy farmyard and then an endless sea of
motorway.
Their house was built directly in the middle of two lanes of a busy motorway.
Seymour's family had bought it cheap because of the constant mind-numbing sound
of cars whizzing past, and the constant pollution.
OOC – This house really exists!http://newsfeed.kosmograd.com/kosmograd/2007/03/the_house_in_th.html
Seymour walked out of his bedroom and into the living room. "I'm bored" he
announced.
The living room was the main room of the house where the entire family
congregated. His mother and father and brother were there, playing a game of
holographic monopoly. Both his two grandfathers and two grandmothers were there
too, all of them in one large bed, just like Charlie Bucket's family from
Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
It was a nuisance having two sets of grandparents sleeping in the living room,
because they got in the way of the TV. But there really wasn't anywhere better
for them to go. The house was small, and they didn't have enough money to move.
The Niples family were poor.
<TBC>