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Post by Shadaras on Sept 28, 2008 17:48:23 GMT -5
Title? Huh. Um. Random ideas.. City Life is the only one that comes to mind, which probably has to do with how little I know about the actual story. So.. yeah. It does sort of fit, though. Sort of. How ironic that I was just thinking 'City' titles. xD I think I may want to stay away from those, though. >.>; Reminds me too much of certain books I really don't care for. xD ..yes, very nice and ironic. And what books would those be? *is curious* |
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Post by Kathleen on Sept 29, 2008 23:42:07 GMT -5
How ironic that I was just thinking 'City' titles. xD I think I may want to stay away from those, though. >.>; Reminds me too much of certain books I really don't care for. xD ..yes, very nice and ironic. And what books would those be? *is curious* Um.. City of Bones, City of Ashes, and (2009) City of Glass, by Cassandra Clare. Not that I'm against them - in fact, the things for which they get grumbled about the most (unoriginal plotline, etc.) I don't find to be true - the writing is just.. poor for my standards. *tries to write better* And.. I would draw pictures of my characters if I could, but I would feel guilty because I'm not that good of an artist, and it would be slighting them to draw anything less than what they are. So yeah. |
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Post by Rikku on Oct 4, 2008 1:53:47 GMT -5
How about Urban Angel?
*brick'd*
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Post by Kathleen on Oct 4, 2008 22:50:38 GMT -5
How about Urban Angel? *brick'd* On second thought, pretend I never said anything about title suggestions, 'kay?  *runs away screaming* S'okay. I'm having a title-dilemma stage here. Lately I can't find titles. |
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Post by Kathleen on Oct 12, 2008 22:27:15 GMT -5
*revives carefully* 'Kay. This is taken from Omni's wonderful character-personality quiz-thing. =D I modified it slightly, but I thought it was a good idea, and sure enough, it really helped.
Most prominent personality trait: Bold
Second most prominent personality trait (s): Proud, bitter, courageous, charming, strong, adept, obnoxious, arrogant, anxious
Believes in/stands up for (can be spiritual, political, etc.): Ridding the world of/killing demons, angels (which I nearly typoed as angles, which would have been incredibly funny xD), religion
Opposed to/doesn't believe in (see above): Demons, love, getting close to people
Obsession(s): Ridding the world of/killing demons xD, the cross his mum gave him
Annoyance(s): Girls, anyone who wants to be his friend, things that ‘waste’ time (see previous), shirts (you’ll see)
Phobias: Being touched by a demon (an ‘inherently evil’ creature—thinks it’ll scar him for life), losing his cross
Very-not-afraid-of (things that many people might be afraid of recommended): Elevators, the dark (he was trained by his mum not to, but he still does. It’s a human thing)
(Family) specialty/occupation: Works at a launderette
Good at: Killing demons (duh xD), aiming and throwing objects, mathematical equations, charming people, creating sculptures, playing the piano
Not-very-good-at: Making friends, keeping plants alive (kills all the flowers), reading, singing
Physical traits, positive (generally not appearance): Quick-footed, fast, agile, flexible, good at turning/ducking/weaving
Physical traits, negative (see above): Weak-stomached
Does well at (school subjects and the like): Math, essay-writing, language, tests
Does poorly at (school subjects and the like): Science, reading (anything—just hates it)
Favourite:
Book: -
Movie/TV show: Dark Knight, PotC
Food: Beans w/rice
Band: 3 Days Grace
Genre (any kind): Classical
Least favorite:
Book: -
Movie/TV show: -
Food: Oranges
Band: Muse
Genre (any kind): Non-fiction
Quirks (little things that might not quite make up a whole 'trait'): Smooth/suave, gets along with people well (but doesn’t make actual friends—the difference is important), likes to keep his fingernails short, likes taking baths (so, very hygienic? xD)
In a battle/sports game, would most likely be: Smiling incredibly widely and not doing a thing
Odd fact (or two): His name means Sweet One (dunno what language yet, I’m working on it), he speaks Spanish and English fluently (mum’s Mexican)
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Post by Rikku on Oct 13, 2008 23:15:41 GMT -5
Kanza sounds very cool. =D Not like someone I'd describe as 'sweet', but definitely cool.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 1, 2008 18:13:53 GMT -5
Hmm, yes, his name is supposed to be rather ironic. =D *hums late response tune*
And so it begins. ^_^ .. while I'm at orchestra all day. >.>;
Ah, well, I'm home now, and I expect to spend many hours writing as fast as I possibly can. And I will. Not. Edit. =D
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 2, 2008 1:21:02 GMT -5
Hah. Finally, I'm into it and I feel comfortable. =D Probably 'cause I've hit the dialogue, otherwise known as word-count filler. xD
3,071 words. Awesome. :3
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2008 0:50:08 GMT -5
Ending my second day with 6,072 words. I got a sudden burst of inspiration, and beat my goal by 1.72k. =D Whoot. Excerpt because I am feeling gleeful~
The night was empty and dark, cold with the stars and the rushing wind as Kanza flung open the door. It looked like one of those nights in dark movies where the hero is about to be faced with impending doom. Kanza didn’t consider himself at risk; he wasn’t exactly a hero, after all.
He closed and locked the apartment door behind him, and then set off down the outside hall at a brisk pace, trenchcoat flapping behind him. He looked like some kind of odd vengeful angel. Well, he would’ve without the trenchcoat, at any rate. With it, he looked more like an evil criminal mastermind. They’re both nice.
.. er, it's small. So no-one who happens to accidentally click it gets scared off. =D Goal for tomorrow: reach 9k. |
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Post by Rikku on Nov 3, 2008 0:56:54 GMT -5
... LOVE. =D 'They're both nice.' <3 Kathkitty is good writer, yesindeed.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2008 1:08:37 GMT -5
... LOVE. =D 'They're both nice.' <3 Kathkitty is good writer, yesindeed. Aww, thank you. :3 Am I really? I don't think so.. *looks nervously to one side and grins cheesily* I think that's her, you're talking about, over there.. Ehem. I'm rather fond of that line myself. =D |
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2008 17:19:34 GMT -5
Seven thousand, now, and I'm not done, but feeling particularly gleeful about the part I've just written. Funfun.
The streets were dark. Everything was dark; dark is a very descriptive word. Kanza used it because he could. And because it sounded nice. ‘Dark’.
The streetlamps were on, but they made little headway into the darkness of Midward at night.
Shadows were beginning to detach themselves from the corners of buildings. Winged shapes fluttered down from the tops of window ledges. Cloaked figures slunk out of shops.
Kanza walked with a bounce in his step, eyes alert, head up. He was watchful. The night was alive.
He turned onto Harcourt Street. It was a nice, quiet little place, full of elderly gentlemen and ancient, wrinkled ladies. No grimy apartment buildings to be found here.
The street was empty and silent. A breeze lifted the hair at the nape of Kanza’s neck; it felt pleasantly cool as he strode along the sidewalk, boots tapping on the pavement. The low rows of houses were dark, their inhabitants having retired for the night. It was not safe to stay up late in Midward. One never knew what might happen.
A tiny trickle of light caught his eye. It was just a flash, a spark, jumping in the bushes. Kanza froze. One hand slid stealthily inside his pockets, searching.
“Oi!” the dark shape detached itself from the bushes and tackled Kanza headlong, throwing him backward. He tripped on the curb and ended up flat on his back in the street. His reflexes screamed danger, and he rolled, kicking out with his feet. It was a fairly pathetic manoeuvre, and had he been able to see it, he might have dropped dead right there of shame. He was an awfully proud sort of person.
“Ow, you idiot!” His attacker, who had a remarkably high-pitched and feminine voice, slammed a fist into the side of his face. Stars. They were shiny…
Kanza lunged out, still seeing bright light, and felt his boot connect with something solid. Bone snapped.
“Who’s…there…” he panted, somewhat unnecessarily, lurching backward. He was a trifle unsteady on his feet; his head was ringing, his vision returning slightly blurred. He paused, one hand now firmly wrapped around the handle of his knife.
A small figure was crouched in the middle of the road a few feet away, cradling its arm against its chest.
“You know, you are seriously going to pay for that,” it announced raggedly.
“You attacked me,” Kanza answered warily, straightening. The figure raised its head, and Kanza was a little taken aback. A girl’s face, her features oddly pointed, stared back at him. The long, dark hair straggling around her shoulders was striped with electric blue. She was glaring at him. Kanza felt his throat tighten.
“Werewolf.”
“Demon-hunter.”
They exchanged looks of mutual hatred, each one trying to outdo the other.
“Filthy shapeshifter,” Kanza spat, looking away in disgust.
“Traitorous murderer,” the girl returned. She was still hunched over in the road, her arm pressed tightly against her chest, but her look was pure venom. Kanza hoped he’d broken her arm.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same of you, demon boy.” A smirk.
“I’m doing my job,” Kanza retorted scornfully. He sheathed his knife. The girl caught the movement.
“Oh, putting away your weapon, now, are you? What, am I no longer a threat?”
“You attacked me.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “And besides, you’re not worth the effort, miss.” The last word was added with obvious effort as he maintained his usual charm with difficulty.
“Oi, Prince Charming, don’t you have any honour?” the girl panted in reply. She snarled, a feral sound that momentarily took Kanza aback. He covered his surprise with an arrogant look that probably couldn’t even have been made out in the virtual no-light. Then again, werewolves have pretty good night vision. “You’re just going to leave me here? I think you broke my wrist.”
Only her wrist? darn. He was highly tempted to finish the job.
“Fine.” Instead, he stalked forward, thrust out his hand without looking down, and stood stonily while she pulled herself up. She was pretty strong; her grip was crushing. Kanza pretended not to notice until she was standing erect, panting a little and shoving her hair out of her eyes with her good hand. She was small; she looked about fifteen or sixteen. Rather young to be out on her own. But werewolves couldn’t be fathomed; they were savages, anyway. He wouldn’t’ve put it past her to be gnawing on a hunk of raw meat. She had a slim sort of build, graceful. Almost pretty, in a wild, wolfish sort of way. Her eyes were silver-green in the moonlight.
“Did you pick those up at the dollar store?” Kanza jerked his head toward the silvery bracelets that jangled along her arm. “I suppose werewolves can’t afford much, not being able to get jobs around here. The Act was for your own good, of course. But you’re probably too stupid to know that.” He smirked. “Be glad we’re looking out for you.”
“They’re real silver,” the girl hissed in reply, shoving her hand at his face. He took a step back.
“Silver, on a werewolf?”
“Prince demon-boy thinks he’s so clever,” the werewolf girl announced sarcastically. “Wouldn’t you know it; an idiot like the lot of them. That’s a stupid myth, pretty boy.”
Kanza had no answer to that; it was the first time he’d ever been called something to the likes of ‘pretty boy’ before, and he was thinking this one over. Demon-boy, now that was okay. That had character. Style.
“Name’s Irony, by the way,” the girl added after a moment. “Not that I’d expect you to remember it; you probably can’t remember your own name.” She grinned gleefully, obviously under the opinion she’d won.
“Kanza,” Kanza said stiffly, not looking at her.
“Mmm. Fancy a drink, demon-boy?” Irony looked at him calculatingly. It was only Kanza’s inbred good manners that prevented him from slapping her. That and the fact that he was sore all over from being tossed in the road. The werewolf girl was strong.
“That would be lovely,” he answered stiffly, raising and lowering one shoulder. It felt dislocated. Irony snorted, tossing her hair back. She had her wrist tightly pressed to herself, but it didn’t stop her from looking as scornful as if he’d just announced his habit of playing with Barbie dolls.
“Yes: lovely. I bet you’ve never been inside a bar in your life. Let me show you the real Midward at night. It’s not all demon-hunting and heroics, pretty boy.”
.. she was just begging to use that line, she really was. =D I like her and Kanza together. They make me squee gleefully. ^_^ Just wait til she starts using the Jon Coulton references on him. :33 |
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 3, 2008 17:25:19 GMT -5
xD ..that's awesome. I really love that last line. And the beginning bit about the word 'dark'. Highly amusing, yes.
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Post by Rikku on Nov 3, 2008 23:15:47 GMT -5
Demon boy. Pretty boy. =D *is much amused* Your writing is love. But I've said that already.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2008 23:18:41 GMT -5
Demon boy. Pretty boy. =D *is much amused* Your writing is love. But I've said that already. *hides* You weren't supposed to see that. xD Eh.. she just.. needed it. Really. She's that sort. xD And he was asking for it. >.>; Can I help it you let me read it? xDD |
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