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Post by Kathleen on Nov 2, 2009 0:13:13 GMT -5
End of day one word count: 4,500. Yay. I would post an excerpt, but I can't find one that is fit to see the light of day, so there you have it. >.< .. hah. I lied. I need something to keep me going, so I shall post it anyway. xD But no one read it; it's simply too horrible for words, and I completely neglect even the humour that could have saved it.
“Ah, welcome, sir,” the man in the uniform was saying to Jack, who didn’t answer. His hand was held out, displaying a badge, and then the uniformed man was nodding, backing away, and the car moved forward. I tried to be more aware of my surroundings—where was I? A prison? A hotel? I could have been in the parking garage of a shopping center, or a bubblegum factory, for all I knew. I gritted my teeth in frustration. I’d read about this type of stuff in the newspaper. You hear it all the time. Kidnappings. Murders. I tried not to think of the headline that I could be: 16 YR OLD GIRL KIDNAPPED FROM HOUSE ON MONDAY; MOTHER THREATENED WITH GUN.
I admitted gloomily that reality was I probably was going to end up dead. So the headline could then be changed to: 16 YR OLD GIRL FOUND DEAD AFTER BEING KIDNAPPED FROM HOUSE WHEN MOTHER WAS THREATENED WITH GUN. There would probably be a bit about how I was the youngest ever to be accepted into the Aaron Engleheim Academy of Aerospace.
Sam, as my best friend, had promised to bring ramen to my funeral in place of flowers. She said it would be suitably Asian as befit her Chinese heritage, and if I had a Chinese-style funeral, her parents couldn’t even complain that she was wasting valuable time better used working towards Harvard, because she would be culturally enriching herself. I didn’t think Sam even knew what a Chinese-style funeral was.
The car came to a halt then, bringing me out of my fantasies about my own funeral. The parking garage was dully lit in the usual style, so that it resembled some kind of underground vault. There were few cars, and they all looked shiny and expensive, of the same quality. I took comfort in the fact that there were actually cars, which meant other people had to be here as well. Though Jack and Ryan could very well just be taking me to the elevator shaft to conveniently murder me. I went cold at that thought, and my hands were shaking again when Jack opened the door and I unbuckled my seat belt. All the brief sense of ‘It’s going to be okay’ that had momentarily manifested itself with thoughts of Sam had disappeared, and my hands were shaking again as I unbuckled my seat belt.
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 2, 2009 0:17:59 GMT -5
It is not that horrible, love. xD ...no, it's not the greatest writing ever, but this is NaNo. It doesn't need to be. It seems interesting, though, and that's always a good thing. ^_^
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Post by Rikku on Nov 2, 2009 2:53:14 GMT -5
Intriguingyes! =D Ah, first person. I remember you well.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 2, 2009 10:08:35 GMT -5
Regretfully, you are both wrong, but that is okay. It's NaNo. =D I'm happy. ^_^
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2009 1:20:34 GMT -5
I squished in just a little bit of writing time, which ended up with actually about a thousand words. =D So I'm up to 5,500. And I believe it may also be edging closer to the realm of believability. Which is very good. =D
I was put-out to find myself drifting off before I could properly begin to consider my plan of action for tomorrow.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 3, 2009 23:46:01 GMT -5
I was actually going to procrastinate and leave this at just over 6k today, when I realised that was unacceptable, and put on the Amelie soundtrack and here I am. =D 8k. ^___^ Hopefully this is better than before. Maybe. Marginally.
“You remember?”
“I remember a lot of things,” Simon said mildly, stopping so suddenly I kept walking, then skidded to a stop a few feet ahead and had to turn back. Very uncatlike, I forgot to pretend I’d meant to do it.
Simon was standing at the wall, bent over a keypad. He adjusted his glasses and punched in numbers, his fingers a blur.
“Like security codes. I kind of wanted to know what they were up to,” he added, seeing my gaping look. “That’s why I was staying. My family… well, I mean, we don’t really have a lot of money. So if they were going to make an offer… well, I probably would have accepted it.” He shrugged. “What else am I going to do with the ability to punch through walls?”
“Punch,” I began, but the wall in front of Simon had begun to rotate, and I forgot the rest of what I was going to say as the doorway formed fully.
“It probably doesn’t matter to you, being rich and all,” Simon said, looking disgustedly at the doorway.
“I’m not rich!” My chest felt hot with the unfairness of his accusation.
“You were going to that rich-kids’ Academy.” Simon gave me a hard stare.
“I had a full—”
The sound of footsteps cut off whatever I’d been about to say. Simon’s eyebrows went up and he went flying through the hole in the wall. I scrambled after him as fast as I could, panic singing in my ears.
I didn’t have adequate time to assess the situation or take in the surroundings, because Simon’s dark back was already hurrying away, and I followed him past a slew of wires and technical panels. I thought it must be some kind of control room; the walls were all shiny metal and there were rough pipes everywhere.
I caught a glimpse of Simon’s jeans through a tangle of wiring, and then he had opened another door. This one was thick metal, I saw, it’s shiny surface reflected as it nearly hit me in the face, and it set off an alarm that chattered shrilly, pulsing red light into my face.
My head full of the wailing, I staggered blindly forward, and the sunlight hit me full-on like some long-lost and dear but nonetheless rather annoying friend, brilliant and blinding and wonderful. I squinted hard, suddenly blinded. After the blank coolness of the indoor building, everything was suddenly so bright… I realized this was in partly due to the fact that the world seemed to have turned to white concrete. I stared around dizzily, disoriented.
Before I could properly begin to get used to this new world, Simon’s face appeared in my vision, a little blurred around the edges.
“Are you just going to stand there? Come on,” he said impatiently.
“This,” I said a little stupidly, “is like having a vision.”
I swore I heard Simon sigh in disgust, as I turned to follow him into this bright new world.
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 3, 2009 23:51:07 GMT -5
I like these people. ^_^ ...Simon seems so interesting. And what exactly does the title of that spoiler box mean? Because it is not all that obvious and I want to know.
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Post by Amneiger on Nov 3, 2009 23:58:22 GMT -5
A guess on my part: Simon is letting Cree out of the maximum security Visionkeeper facility, because she told him that she wanted to go out.
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 4, 2009 0:07:53 GMT -5
Score on the character-count, then? xD The full title would be: Kathleen had no beginning. She made one up really fast, and it was really like 'why the fail' and now she needs a way out. Thus, escape. A guess on my part: Simon is letting Cree out of the maximum security Visionkeeper facility, because she told him that she wanted to go out. *cough* Are you calling my improvised beginning incredibly unbelievable and cliche? >.>; |
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Post by Amneiger on Nov 4, 2009 0:11:34 GMT -5
Score on the character-count, then? xD The full title would be: Kathleen had no beginning. She made one up really fast, and it was really like 'why the fail' and now she needs a way out. Thus, escape. A guess on my part: Simon is letting Cree out of the maximum security Visionkeeper facility, because she told him that she wanted to go out. *cough* Are you calling my improvised beginning incredibly unbelievable and cliche? >.>; What? xD No, I'm not! It's just that in your initial description all the way back in your first post, you were talking about how Cree was bored in the place where they keep the Visionkeeper. I knew it was Cree who was speaking, because she talked about having visions. Persumably she'd be friends with Simon, or at least know him well enough for a few favors. So maybe one day she asked for his help getting out, so he helped her. That assumes that this passage is from partway through the novel, though; if I'd known that this was the beginning, though, I'm not sure I would have thought that. |
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 4, 2009 0:12:50 GMT -5
Score on the character-count, then? xD The full title would be: Kathleen had no beginning. She made one up really fast, and it was really like 'why the fail' and now she needs a way out. Thus, escape. *cough* Are you calling my improvised beginning incredibly unbelievable and cliche? >.>; What? xD No, I'm not! It's just that in your initial description all the way back in your first post, you were talking about how Cree was bored in the place where they keep the Visionkeeper. I knew it was Cree who was speaking, because she talked about having visions. Persumably she'd be friends with Simon, or at least know him well enough for a few favors. So maybe one day she asked for his help getting out, so he helped her. That assumes that this passage is from partway through the novel, though; if I'd known that this was the beginning, though, I'm not sure I would have thought that. See, I can read stuff like this and then utterly fail at remembering it. xD ..my head is entirely in my own NaNo right now. And yes, Kath, score on the characters. I want to read more about them because they interact well with other as much as anything else. |
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 4, 2009 23:41:51 GMT -5
Score on the character-count, then? xD The full title would be: Kathleen had no beginning. She made one up really fast, and it was really like 'why the fail' and now she needs a way out. Thus, escape. *cough* Are you calling my improvised beginning incredibly unbelievable and cliche? >.>; What? xD No, I'm not! It's just that in your initial description all the way back in your first post, you were talking about how Cree was bored in the place where they keep the Visionkeeper. I knew it was Cree who was speaking, because she talked about having visions. Persumably she'd be friends with Simon, or at least know him well enough for a few favors. So maybe one day she asked for his help getting out, so he helped her. That assumes that this passage is from partway through the novel, though; if I'd known that this was the beginning, though, I'm not sure I would have thought that. It's fine; it's merely my own paranoia. xD I am completely aware of how awful it is at the moment. >.>; Incidentally, I think I should have read my own first post before I started this thing. D= What? xD No, I'm not! It's just that in your initial description all the way back in your first post, you were talking about how Cree was bored in the place where they keep the Visionkeeper. I knew it was Cree who was speaking, because she talked about having visions. Persumably she'd be friends with Simon, or at least know him well enough for a few favors. So maybe one day she asked for his help getting out, so he helped her. That assumes that this passage is from partway through the novel, though; if I'd known that this was the beginning, though, I'm not sure I would have thought that. See, I can read stuff like this and then utterly fail at remembering it. xD ..my head is entirely in my own NaNo right now. And yes, Kath, score on the characters. I want to read more about them because they interact well with other as much as anything else. Ha, no worries. xD Thank you. ^_^ My sister says they're underdeveloped. And that my description is fail-tastic. I'll try to remedy this in future. xD |
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Post by Trilly (18426 words) on Nov 5, 2009 0:47:04 GMT -5
...I don't think your characters are underdeveloped at all, even for a NaNo story! D:
I also love how very unimpressed Simon seems to be in regards to his ability to punch holes through walls. ^^
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 5, 2009 0:51:49 GMT -5
See, I can read stuff like this and then utterly fail at remembering it. xD ..my head is entirely in my own NaNo right now. And yes, Kath, score on the characters. I want to read more about them because they interact well with other as much as anything else. Ha, no worries. xD Thank you. ^_^ My sister says they're underdeveloped. And that my description is fail-tastic. I'll try to remedy this in future. xD Yeah, but you have description at all. xD ..that's better than me, a lot of the time. *tends to forget that stuff other than internal monologues exist when writing first-person Nano* |
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 11, 2009 10:24:07 GMT -5
*sidles in sideways, late for school* Thank you, Trilly. =D Seeing this (late) makes me very happyness. ^_^ And reminds me I need, need, need to go read those chapters you posted. >.>;
Internal monologues are all that exist. =D
.. anyway. I forgot to factor in that this week was production week for the musical I'm playing for. Rehearsal from 5:30 - 9:00 pm every single night. Considering I normally get home around five, this is a rather major problem for writing. I solved it last night by writing an incredibly long text message to myself while I wasn't playing. =D Unfortunately, I text rather slower than I write. But this is a good argument for phones!
Yesterday was supposed to be my free day, my catching-up day. Unfortunately it didn't turn out so free, because if you have one free day and plan to do everything on that day, then it becomes awfully crowded. I also forgot to do that equation in my planning. =D
Sad. But all's well, because I'm still hanging on to a reasonable wordcount by my fingernails, and I swear I will catch up on Friday, because it is a HOLIDAY. =D Well, actually, I think today is. But we get Friday off.
I think I shall post an excerpt later. Just to cheer myself.
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