Thief (Birdy's NaNo, 2011)

[Rikku]

I was joking! xD I was joking! Of course that wouldn't work, the setting's completely different. (Yay, Celtic mythology!)

[Birdy]

Oct 26, 2011 0:37:47 GMT -5 Rikku said:

I was joking! xD I was joking! Of course that wouldn't work, the setting's completely different. (Yay, Celtic mythology!)

XD I figured so. =3; *was trying to play along* ^^;

...BUT. I could REFERENCE it. Like "Hey, I'm reading this best-selling novel about a Thief and an alien! =D" _{Why yes; that was my ego speaking~}

Andyes. =D Celtic Mythology. ^_^ (Also, this will give me an excellent excuse to listen to Celtic music. =D _{Not that I really need an excuse, but.})

[Tam]

Gahhh. xD; This is a hard question to take a side on. *waffles between 2 and 3* I think this time, though, for me, the fun characters win out and I'll cast my vote for #3. But all three sound awesome!

[Birdy]

Oct 26, 2011 12:33:00 GMT -5 Tam said:

Gahhh. xD; This is a hard question to take a side on. *waffles between 2 and 3* I think this time, though, for me, the fun characters win out and I'll cast my vote for #3. But all three sound awesome!

Tell me about it. >_>; *flails* I think I'm still trying to plan for all three, just in case one of them suddenly jumps ahead. xD;

And eeee, thank-you! ^_^ *hugs*

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And I've been thinking. If I wanted to, I could combine all three ideas. XD;

Like, the setting is a spaceport. And the characters from ideas one and three are there telling their stories. =D

...So really, I'd be taking the idea of two, tweaking it, and not even using Two's characters. XD;

Oh well. owo

In any case, I'd better get plotting even more, and find out a few more minor details for the currently-in-the-lead idea.

Like, you know, names.

Small stuff like that. :3

(Oh, and homework. >_>; *coughs*)

[Birdy]

I AM NOT PREPARED.

[Birdy]

IDEA THREE!

Thanks to everyone who voted! =D

[Birdy]

Yes. ^_^ Thief. =D

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I have nothing to say, except

GAH I AM ALREADY BEHIND! *FLAILS*


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Expect art-type-spam sometime soon. =D;;;;

[Birdy]

DARES

Coming soon.

[Birdy]

100th Word: all

[Birdy]

400th word: painfully


500th word: could


600th word: it


700th word: ran


800th word: An


900th word: breath

[Birdy]

1,000th word: Gentlemen

[Birdy]

Aaaaand done with my intro/prologue thing.

It's just over 1,200 words long. xD;

Not quite quota, but. I'm tired. XD;

In any case, here it is for your enjoyment. =D

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“THIEF!”

That wasn’t his name, though it may as well have been.

“STOP, THIEF!”

In fact, so often had he heard this phrase directed at him, that he'd decided to adopt it.

“I SAID, STOP!”

Well, not the stop part.

But the “thief” part was fair game as far as he was concerned.

Holding on to his hat with one hand and clutching his brown leather jacket closed with the other, he kept running, his footsteps and the footsteps of his pursuers echoing along the metal corridor.

He wasn't worried about getting caught; he knew all the best hiding places and secret passageways. (...Which. Were really more like maintenance tunnels, but calling them that is boring.)

Dodging quickly to the left, he sprinted down another corridor and proceeded to cram himself into a small crack-like opening in the wall. (For decoration, most likely. You know, one of those little nooks in the wall where they place a pedestal and a vase? The perfect place for a hero to hide from the mooks? Not that that's what was going on, or anything, as this crack was much too small for that sort of thing, but-- oh, you get the picture.)

He waited there, hardly daring to breathe, waiting for the security officers to pass.

They did.

Breathing a sigh of relief that they didn't come down this particular corridor (at least, not yet), he squirmed out of his hiding place and darted into the shadows.

Well, that was his plan, anyway.

There was one small problem.

He was stuck.

Wincing as his arm was pinned painfully against the wall, the boy tried to remove himself from his current location as painlessly as possible.

Finally, he was able to free himself, and landed in the corridor with a thud.

This, of course, alerted the security officers to his presence, thanks to the lovely thing we call an echo.

Scrambling to his feet, he heard one officer calling to the other.

“Over here!”

Thinking fast, he darted over to the first door he saw, yanked it open, and slipped inside, just as the officers found him.

“Hey, kid! Get out of there!”

Really? As if he was just going to waltz out the door because they said so and allow them to haul him off to luxuriate in a nice jail cell. Fat chance.

He kept running.

He didn't know where he was – he'd never been to this part of the Station before. It appeared to be some sort of maintenance room. (Or at least, it sure looked like it. There were wires and tubes and cords everywhere.) Deciding it would be a good idea to slow down, the boy jumped over a rather large, shiny, crinkly-looking tube of sorts and ducked behind an old, abandoned computer terminal. (Or at least, it sure looked old. Cobwebs and dust coated it so thickly, it would give the janitorial 'bots nightmares for months, were they sentient.)

He could hear the officers approaching, and he pressed himself against the wall, silently willing them not to find him.

“Did you see where he went?”

“No, I lost him.”

“Keep looking; he can't have gotten far.”

The boy froze as one of the officers neared his hiding place. Never taking his eyes off his foe, he groped around behind and around himself in search of something - anything - to defend himself with.

His hands finally found something just as he was discovered.

“There you are!”

The boy's hands closed around his weapon: sand. (What exactly it was doing here, he didn't know. Or care, really. All he knew it is was going to help him escape.)

As the officer reached for him, he grabbed a handful of sand and flung it towards the face of the man before him, darting past as soon as the officer was thoughtfully distracted yelping like a scolded puppy and rubbing his eyes (even though that probably isn't the smartest thing to do despite it being a natural reaction).

Knowing he'd have to be quicker than ever now that he'd technically harmed an officer of the law (again), the boy ran further into the depth of the old storage room, leaping over some old cautionary tape as he ran.

He chanced a glance over his shoulder, and saw the officers had now drawn their weapons.

He grimaced. He had no desire to be shot with one of their tasers, or stunguns.

Because. That would hurt.

He looked forward again just in time to see the bottomless pit looming before him.

Trying his best to stop running, he managed to do so, just shy of tumbling into the pit before him. He took a few steps backwards and peered over the edge, but could see nothing but black. An old vent or chimney of sorts, for sure. It would be impossible to tell how deep it was, and there was no way he could leap across it.

It was as he peered over the edge that the footsteps behind him stopped. He turned to face the officers behind him.

“C'mon, kid,” one said. “You've got nowhere to run.”

He didn't move. Sure, it was true, but he didn't have to admit it.

One of the officers took a step forward.

That gave him an idea.

He took a quick, deep breath, and took one step backwards.

The two officers, naturally, proceeded to panic as calmly as possible.

“N-now kid,” the one on the left stammered, holding up a hand. “Don't do anything rash...”

Rash? Ha! Rash was his middle name! (Okay, so not really. But he did rash things enough that it could be.)

Starting to grin slightly, he took another step back, and another. He was now balancing by the toes of his boots over the edge of the pit.

“Kid...” the officer on the left said again, voice wavering slightly.

The boy smirked.

“Gentlemen,” he said, tipping his hat.

And with that, he took one last step backwards, and disappeared over the side.

The officers finally seemed to come unstuck from the floor and lunged forwards, but alas, they were too late. Looking over the edge of the pit, they saw only blackness.

Not knowing what else to do, they solemnly holstered their stunguns and left the room. They'd have to report this, no matter how badly they wished it weren't true.

The only sound left in the room when they left was silence.

However, had the officers stayed around a few moments longer, they might have heard a faint scraping sound, coming from the pit.

Little had they known, about ten feet down the vent, there was a small ledge that stuck out, barely big enough to grab.

And this is exactly what the boy had done.

He grinned as he hung there by one hand, holding his hat on with the other. (Thankfully there were also grooves he could put his feet on.)

He chuckled, and shook his head, unable to believe his luck.

“I can't believe that actually worked.”

But now, there was one other problem he had to solve.

How in the name of sanity was he going to get out of here?

[Birdy]

Behiiiiiiind...

Meh. Guess I'm just in a rut, or something. Or lacking motivation to get started writing again. ...Which. Is bad. >_>

I think it's because I'm not sure where the story's going right now.

So I'd better just get writing and find out as I go, before I'm even more behind. xD;

Because! Once I do that, I'm that much closer to introducing the alien. <3

The alien I actually have drawn-by-me reference pictures for.

..Which. Granted, are mostly headshot-things, BUT THAT IS OKAY. =D

I'll try drawing a full-body one later. x3; _{And cheating by giving him boots as I still do not know what his feet look like, meh. >_>}


Soyeah. Motivation/bribe = posting concept art. c=

[Birdy]

Using a random generator to find a name for my Space Station.

One of its suggestions was "Thief".

I am amused. =D

[Birdy]

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT ON THE FOURTH OF NOVEMBER AT NINE TWENTY-EIGHT AT NIGHT, BIRDY GOT AN IDEA TO DEFEAT HER WRITER'S BLOCK. *CACKLE*

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She is, however, still working on the motivation part. >.>; *cough* _{And finding a name for her Space Station.}

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...Y'know, like an excerpt.