5 Word Challenge #10

October Knight

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Fantasy, Horror and Sci-fi. I'll try basically anything though. I also love strange and unusual RP genre concepts. Different is good!
Vocabulary Challenge
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[bg=#006633]This challenge is to help strengthen your vocabulary. You'll learn new words and how to use them in roleplay posts, stories, poems, etc!

1. Aim for a minimum of 1-3 paragraphs. If you'd like to write more than that, then go for it!
2. Make sure you use each word in your post. Be as creative as you'd like.
3. Style the writing like you would for a story. It can be describing a setting, or written from the perspective of a character. Whatever you feel would work the best.
4. Have fun with this, of course!

The Words:

  • Abeyance (n.) A state of suspension or temporary inaction.
  • Bedaub (v.) To smear over, as with something oily or sticky.
  • Chagrin (n.) Keen vexation, annoyance, or mortification, as at one's failures or errors.
  • Insuperable (adj.) Invincible.
  • Oakum (n.) Hemp-fiber obtained by untwisting and picking out loosely the yarns of old hemp rope.
In his eyes, a wicked glow seemed to light up the rich brown and ignite into something more sinister. The charisma of his voice coupled with the madness raging just thinly veiled behind glassy eyes caused an abeyance in his victim and that was all the chance he needed. Using his superior size and her stillness, he easily caught her and began to bind her with the oakum ties from his pocket. Her screams only earned a feral grin from her assailant who, knowing that her cries would never be heard, was as good as insuperable here.

The triumph of this moment was enough to ease the chagrin of his earlier failure, her escape. Until now, he'd beaten himself mentally over his slip and how easily she blinded him when she used the makeup from her purse to bedaub his eyes. No more, though, would he feel the sting of shame. His prize was captured - the songbird caged.
They had spent the better part of the day driving. It was raining, but the forecast called for clear weather tomorrow, and that's all that mattered to them. Even though they had rain gear, setting up a fireworks show in the middle of a field during a rain storm was extremely depressing work, but by the time they got to the location the skies had cleared up, and they went to bed looking forward to the following day.

The sun woke them as it pierced through the blinds of their motel window. They grabbed a quick breakfast, packed up what little gear they needed, and headed out to the site. After a quick look around for the best place to set up, they opened up the trailer full of fireworks and went straight to work. It didn't take long for Dan to realize that he forgot to pack the supply box, much to his chagrin. The look of mortification on his face said it all; he had made a huge error. They were going to have to find a way to set the show up without electrical matches, little to no tape, and almost no time delay fuses. His mistake meant that they needed to hand fire the show with just a couple of road flares. Lucky for the crew, Dan did his best thinking in times of pressure, and before long, they were back on track. They used tree sap to bedaub the mortars, making them sticky enough to hold the oakum time delay fuses. It was a strange solution, one that they had absolutely no faith in, but they were getting paid a lot of money to fire this show and Dan didn't care much for safety standards.

The show was an unmitigated disaster. As soon as they lit the first fuse, the whole thing had gone up in flames. Dan, caught in a momentary state of abeyance, watched as the small grass fire set off every single mortar rack, shells flying in every direction. He had always thought he was insuperable, that everything he did would always turn out for the best, but he was wrong. One of the bigger shells hurtled towards him, piercing his torso. He didn't have much time to dwell on how instead of moving away, he had just stood there, watching the world crumbling around him.

edit: Ugh, don't feel like that was that good, what with the random perspective shift mid-paragraph :S
Malkus strained against the help rope that bound him to the chair cursing his weakness for ale and a sweet face. he watched as she moved around him in an odd kind of dance of some sort or another. She was a beautiful woman, he could not deny that fact, but she was also mad as a proverbial hatter.

Alura turned and caught him watching her and smiled, "You like how I look?' she smiled as she bedaubed his neck with a spicy oil. "You are going to ensure I stay insuperable...it is every so kind of you. I must say..." She turned again and retrieved a knife from the holder on the counter and looked at him. "It is a shame though," she pouted as she regarded him, "You are a handsome one."

He had been licking at the oakum of the rope the entire time he had been in her kitchen and it was giving way finally. Her abeyance was all the time he needed to burst from his restraints and kick the knife from her hand. He reached up and caught it and now held it to her throat, much to her chagrin. He was the one to smile now, "This night will not see my end but yours." He said as he dragged the knife across her slender neck.