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Post by Birdy on Oct 1, 2013 22:31:18 GMT -5
Welcome!
Hello, and welcome to my NaNo thread for the year 2013! I hope you enjoy your stay here, however long or short it may be. For your comfort, beanbag chairs and a minifridge (fully stocked with snacks and sodas/bottled water) are over there, in the corner. Feel free to take a breather, kick back, and relax for a while. Now, what else can you find here besides contributing factors towards procrastination? I'm glad you asked! (...Wait, you mean you didn't ask? ...Hhmph. Fine, then; be that way. I'll just tell you anyway! So there!) Here in this main post you can find the summary of the NaNo, as well as visual aids as to what the characters look like! (Maybe even bios! ...If my Muse cooperates. I simply must find where that taser went...) You will also find the (final) word count for my NaNo, right here: 22,631
As for what else, EXCERPTS! Everyone loves excerpts! In fact, seeing as how I am a Kind and Generous person, I'll even link to them for you, so you don't even have to scroll down the page! (...Unless you want to. If you want to that is totally okay. ) - Excerpt #1
- Excerpt #2
- Excerpt #3
If anyone wants to comment on them, please go right ahead. I wouldn't mind a bit. >.>; *clears throat then shushes her ego*
And there you have it. I shall now stop typing and thus let you get on with your reading, starting with the summary! (Unless you'd like to skip right on to the characters or excerpts. Whatever you prefer!)
He calls himself “Thief”. (Now, naturally, that isn’t his real name – but having been called that so many times in the past, he decided he might as well adopt it. ) He lives on a space station, called The Dimensional. Things were going well for him – he was managing to get by, stay out of sight, and avoid the security guards that made his life oh-so-hard to live. Then, one day, his luck runs out – he gets caught.
The security/police force naturally wants information out of him, or to lock him away, but he’s not talking. (They never made his life easy – why should he make theirs’ any more so?) But then, the Head of the Security Department offers him quite the interesting proposition…
Seeing as how they’d been trying to catch him for months, he obviously must be highly skilled at what he does. Therefore, if he would be willing to do them one tiny little favour, they in turn would let him go with a clean record.
The favour? Steal a small trinket from a visiting alien.
Our Thief, naturally, is skeptical. What could the head of security want with a worthless trinket? He is told that it is no mere trinket – it is a dangerous object, a weapon, and must be confiscated before the alien uses it to do something horrible that would endanger the entire Station and everyone on board.
So Thief agrees. He finds his target, and quickly completes his job, returning the necklace-trinket to the security department, and he in turn walks free.
Later that day, however, as he’s wandering about the Station, he notices an alien, sitting off by themself… crying. Curiosity finally gets the better of him, and he goes to see what’s wrong. The alien explains that something very important to them has gone missing, and after describing it, the Thief realizes with a sinking feeling that what this alien lost is what he had stolen earlier that day. And from the alien’s description, it really is a mere trinket, not a dangerous weapon.
After promising to keep an eye out for the trinket, Thief leaves to mull over this. He begins to think he was wrong in stealing it - that he should have refused the offer. Finally making up his mind, he decides to steal it back, and return it to its rightful owner. So that night, he breaks into the security office, and steals back the trinket.
This, however, would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes yet, as the head of security is not someone you want to cross – and they will stop at nothing to get what they want.
And right now, a certain double-crossing thief spending eternity rotting in prison is right at the top of their list…
Characters
Malcolm "Mal" Goodfellow: Luka "Quince" Quincey: "Thief": (More shall be added later, as the need arises via excerpts.) |
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Post by Birdy on Oct 8, 2013 19:16:25 GMT -5
Okay so I give up I was gonna wait to update this until I get a proper summery but I can't seem to get one so phooey on it, I WANNA HAVE SOME PLACE TO RAMBLE ABOUT MY RESEARCH FOR THIS THING AND ABOUT BRAINFLASHES OF INSPIRATION. SO THERE. WHATCHA GONNA DO 'BOUT THAT, MUSE? HUH? HUH? ... HUH?!?!.... Right. Moving on. Obviously, I updated the first post with what I'll be writing about. Hopefully that might someday morph into a proper summery, but. *shrug* We'll see. And for historical purposes, here is my original first post: HERE BE MY THREAD. I WILL YELL ABOUT MY NANO HERE. MORE INFO SOON - I'M TOO HYPER TO BE COHERENT AT THE MOMENT. <3 (Oh and as usual beanbag chairs and minifridge/snacks are over there in the corner. *points*) Second First Post: OKAY. So this thing'll be set in either 2225 or 2250 or something like that. (I'll have to see character's ages and decide from there. Work backwards, kinda.) It will also be set in space. Namely, on a Space Station called The Dimensional. The characters who will be most predominately featured as of currently are a couple of security guards, the head of security, a thief, and an alien. ... Yeah, I'm rebooting my 2011 NaNo. ^_^ ...Thinking back over the original, I'm pleased with how much it's changed. There's still a sorta same basic storyline, though how things come to be like that have changed. While before, it was going to focus more on Thief and the Alien, it's now seeming to focus more on one of the security guards and the Thief. ...Also y'know I might actually wanna try something resembling an outline this year since I have a looooot of vagueish (and some not-so-vague!) mental images to work in. ...Also I am going to try and ignore that little "You must write things in order!" voice in my head and just write. Hopefully there'll be character bios and stuff like that before too long. (Also, y'know, a proper summery that doesn't give away major plot points. >_>) We'll just have to see if my Muse cooperates. =| Soyes. Hope this time 'round goes better than the first~ x3;; Third First Post: Yay I have a summary. Thank Avery; she prompted me to do it. (Also I tasered my Muse. That helped a lot. ) Anyway yeah here we go. I may end up editing this again later I dunno. He calls himself “Thief”. (Now, naturally, that isn’t his real name – but having been called that so many times in the past, he decided he might as well adopt it. ) He lives on a space station, called The Dimensional. Things were going well for him – he was managing to get by, stay out of sight, and avoid the security guards that made his life oh-so-hard to live. Then, one day, his luck runs out – he gets caught.
The security/police force naturally wants information out of him, or to lock him away, but he’s not talking. (They never made his life easy – why should he make theirs’ any more so?) But then, the Head of the Security Department offers him quite the interesting proposition…
Seeing as how they’d been trying to catch him for months, he obviously must be highly skilled at what he does. Therefore, if he would be willing to do them one tiny little favour, they in turn would let him go with a clean record.
The favour? Steal a small trinket from a visiting alien.
Our Thief, naturally, is skeptical. What could the head of security want with a worthless trinket? He is told that it is no mere trinket – it is a dangerous object, a weapon, and must be confiscated before the alien uses it to do something horrible that would endanger the entire Station and everyone on board.
So Thief agrees. He finds his target, and quickly completes his job, returning the necklace-trinket to the security department, and he in turn walks free.
Later that day, however, as he’s wandering about the Station, he notices an alien, sitting off by themself… crying. Curiosity finally gets the better of him, and he goes to see what’s wrong. The alien explains that something very important to them has gone missing, and after describing it, the Thief realizes with a sinking feeling that what this alien lost is what he had stolen earlier that day. And from the alien’s description, it really is a mere trinket, not a dangerous weapon.
After promising to keep an eye out for the trinket, Thief leaves to mull over this. He begins to think he was wrong in stealing it - that he should have refused the offer. Finally making up his mind, he decides to steal it back, and return it to its rightful owner. So that night, he breaks into the security office, and steals back the trinket.
This, however, would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes yet, as the head of security is not someone you want to cross – and they will stop at nothing to get what they want.
And right now, a certain double-crossing thief spending eternity rotting in prison is right at the top of their list…
So yeah there we go let's see if I this still makes sense when it's not three am... (Also later when I'm not so sleep-deprived I shall see about adding some pictures - of the trinket and alien. ) |
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Post by Birdy on Oct 18, 2013 0:10:06 GMT -5
I think I keep forgetting this thing is set in the future, which means I can have a little leeway with things.
Such as, if a certain college/university does not have a certain program in the the present day of 2013, who cares? They could totally add it sometime in the next, like, 200 years. =P
Anyway, not much to report new with this thing. Hopefully soon (maybe Sunday?) I'll have some character bios up. We'll see. (Also I still don't know what year it's set - 2225 or 2250. >_> *needs to work on that*)
....Just think. In two weeks at this time I'll probably by typing away on the actual story. Eek. *tries not to think about all the places she has no plot for* ._.; Maybe I should write a brief outline thingy... If for no other reason than to calm my nerves and keep me on track so I don't panic and forget something. >.>;
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Post by Kristykimmy on Oct 20, 2013 17:50:49 GMT -5
I can only like this once? What is wrong with you proboards? I need several million likes. I have been waiting for Birdy to get back to the story of Thief since like forever! =DDDDDDDDDDD
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Post by Birdy on Oct 27, 2013 17:43:44 GMT -5
I can only like this once? What is wrong with you proboards? I need several million likes. I have been waiting for Birdy to get back to the story of Thief since like forever! =DDDDDDDDDDD ^^; Thank-you, Kristy! *hugs*
SO UPDATES. I have an Excel sheet with my more main characters (and some side characters), and their ages and some brief info on 'em. (Such as occupation or relation. ) Also two columns dedicated to years - 2225 and 2250 - so I can see what year they'd be born, depending on when it's set. (I'm starting to lean more towards 2250, though. ) Oh! And names! I figured out some of the main characters names last week! =D That...is a very good thing since one of the characters reeeaaaally needed it. xD; And then just earlier this evening. One minute I'm trying to figure out for sure what year my NaNo is set, the next I'm researching what milestones a baby reaches in its first three weeks of life. I just. What. That- That isn't even plot-relevant. There are no babies in this story. ....Crud no I keep thinking of characters I need to name that I forget about ASDFGHJKL;;;;;; MUSE WHY. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME. (Ah, well. Better to do it now than during NaNo, eh? >_> *goes to edit Excel document*) ((Also, I simply must stock up on some snacks/candy tomorrow when I get to the store after classes. For NaNo fuel. )) |
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Post by Birdy on Oct 27, 2013 18:13:39 GMT -5
NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! CURSE YOU PAST NOOOOOOOOOTESSSSSSSSS!!! I DO NOT NEED MORE CHARACTERS THAT ARE NAMELESS AND WON'T EVEN APPEARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! 
*sulkishly edits them in anyway* >_>
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Post by Birdy on Oct 28, 2013 2:09:13 GMT -5
OKAY I ADDED A SUMMARY.
GO ME.
*flops over*
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Post by Birdy on Oct 31, 2013 23:05:55 GMT -5
IT'S BEEN FIVE MINUTES HERE'S WHAT I HAVE SO FAR. “SADGHsecunhg liserhg;is hrd;goistr”!~!BDNHJ d’ihiosb;s;iohd sodbndnbz nd/kzlnbz/k/nklnhd/bzdn/klbk/knlvbfkl/nzfdb ;oinl.bkndfb;klh;obds;foh;ds p;odfg j;csieomhjsbldiemvgndkbldfkgndkljhbdlfkhngjdsg he;lknbdkjhgilwr;ibn dfzjbkhdf;n gh bfliubs.jkshu;ilczvnb k.sujnbluzidfhbs.lknbxsfilgt8vyuqj4 ea/lyjvh[2”!~!BDNHJ d’ihiosb;s;iohd sodbndnbz nd/kzlnbz/k/nklnhd/bzdn/klbk/knlvbfkl/nzfdb ;oinl.bkndfb;klh;obds;foh;ds p;odfg j;csieomhjsbldiemvgndkbldfkgndkljhbdlfkhngjdsg he;lknbdkjhgilwr;ibn dfzjbkhdf;n gh bfliubs.jkshu;ilczvnb k.sujnbluzidfhbs.lknbxsfilgt8vyuqj4 ea/lyjvh[29hinreo; kllhi;udnbarioe;gbdf l/.,hanb;.sfdilugkjmvzfdkl/vbjrd;ovy/jgtkmfd/klj sgf’poijhrsoi er;thjs r;odbjhnrf/klrg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S THE START OF A BESTSELLER RIGHT THERE, AYUP. |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 1, 2013 17:31:39 GMT -5
I JUST REACHED/PASSED QUOTA.
ON THE FIRST DAY.
FOR LIKE, THE FIRST TIME EVER.
GO ME.
((Too bad I have to get off the computer now. >>; *is in the middle of a scene*))
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Post by Birdy on Nov 2, 2013 23:07:47 GMT -5
NANO PROTIP: Never ever EVER start writing for the day when you only have just barely under an hour left in it. You will be forced to type as fast as you can and make typos (THAT YOU CANNOT IMMEDIATELY FIX) and generally do a bad job. But who knows - you might finish with like thirty seconds to spare and then update your wordcount with only ten to spare!
So technically it is possible but do not do it okay it is not smart At All.
This has been "NaNo Protips with Birdy". Tune in next time when Birdy gives another NaNo Protip full of insight and wisdom.
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Post by Birdy on Nov 3, 2013 20:31:27 GMT -5
OHMIGOODNESS IT'S AN EXCERPT. The young man froze, as the Manager’s eyes had just narrowed, obviously having noticed what had fallen from his jacket. Sure enough, the man drew himself up to full height, and in an impressively loud voice bellowed,
“THIEF!”
Naturally, everyone turned to stare.
Naturally, the young man made a break for it, running for dear life.
“STOP THAT THIEF!”
He ran through the crowd as fast as he could – so much for subtlelyness.
Food would have to wait – not here, not today; not this week or maybe not even ever. The store manager would not be forgiving.
His best bet – should he escape – was to try a food court on a different level, or see if any stores were giving out free samples. Free samples were awesome. Especially those little cubes of cheese on toothpicks.
But for now, escape was key. Sure, they had food in prison, but there was also a conspicuous lack of freedom and a conspicuous surplus of bars and locks and schedule.
Not for him.
He would escape, no matter what it took. *moonwalks out* |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 10, 2013 23:41:24 GMT -5
Updated the first post with some images of what some of the characters look like. (Or mostly look like. As close I could get with the dollmaker-thingys I used. )
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Post by Birdy on Nov 11, 2013 0:23:42 GMT -5
*gaspeth* Another excerpt! Doing his best to keep the miscreant in sight, Luka began to mentally review the proper protocol for situations such as this. If cornered, they should be given the chance to surrender before any major action was taken on the guard’s end. No tasering or the like unless the suspect turned violent.
It wasn’t long before Malcolm caught up with him.
“Do you see him?” he asked, pausing to catch his breath.
Luka was about to respond in the negative, when he saw a flash of colour ahead of them. “There!” he shouted. “He just went around the corner, heading left.”
The guards took chase once more, and upon turning the corner, were just in time to see the thief duck into a restricted area – a construction area, with only those who were authorized could enter.
“Hey, kid – get out of there!” Malcolm shouted. This was bad. That room was dangerous. There could be bare wires, uncovered holes – anything in that place!
Reaching the door, he ducked under the tape himself and reached on his belt for his flashlight. Muttering a mild curse under his breath, he realized he’d forgotten it in his rush that morning. However, his partner, thankfully, had not. Sticking close, they crept forward, looking for any signs of the thief, with the occasional whispered “Do you see anything?” “No, do you?” exchanged.
But then, Malcolm froze, and signaled his partner to stop. He thought he’d seen something. Sure enough, he had, and the thief darted forwards.
Malcolm quickly took chase, ignoring his partner’s yelp of protest. Upon leaping over a large crinkly hose, he frowned as he darted forward. Where could the thief have gone? There was nowhere for him to go, unless he just disapp—
Malcolm suddenly found himself flailing. He had nearly fallen down one of the maintenance vents, which would eventually lead to one of the many large, powerful fans that helped cool the engines of the Station. In fact, he could hear the vroop vroop vroop vroop of the rotating blades far below…
Just as he thought he was going to fall to his doom, he felt a hand on his shoulder and arm, and felt himself being hauled backwards. Stumbling a few steps, he managed to catch his balance.
“Thanks, Quince,” Malcolm sighed in relief.
“Don’t mention it,” he sighed, relieved (and slightly annoyed).
Malcolm surveyed the area and frowned. “I just wonder where the kid wen—” He froze and eyes grew large, as the realization of what might have happened hit him. Dropping to his knees, he peered down into the shaft. Paling at what he saw, he said, “Luka, grab my ankles.”
“What? Why would I—”
“Just do it,” Malcolm responded, starting to wriggle over the side of the vent.
Realizing what was going on, Luka quickly grabbed his friend’s ankles, and carefully, slowly, lowered him down.
The thief had, indeed, fallen down the shaft. By sheer luck, he had been able to grab hold of some old wiring and small tubes that were hanging out of the side of the wall.
“Kid, grab my hand,” Malcolm said, reaching as far out as he could.
The thief hesitated, seeming to be unsure of whether or not he could trust the guard.
“Kid, seriously; grab my hand. I won’t let you fall, and I won’t turn you in.”
“Malcolm,” Luka cautioned, uneasy about such a promise. Malcolm, however, seemed not to care.
The wires slipped, and both Malcolm and the kid grew more panicked.
“Kid, take my hand!” Malcolm pleaded, straining to reach the young thief. “I promise you: I’ll let you go once you’re out of there.”
The kid hesitated once more, and then slowly began to reach for the guard’s hand. But just before he could reach the outstretched hand, the wires and tubing he had been clinging to gave way, sending him plummeting downwards, missing the hand and freedom it had offered.
“NO!”
Malcolm could only watch helplessly as the kid fell, disappearing into the blackness.
The stunned guard was aware of being pulled upwards, and of his partner trying to talk to him. What were they saying? His name? Something about calling it in? He was still too shell-shocked to answer. He vaguely heard his partner using his communication radio calling in the report of what happened, but everything was a blur. He was only aware he had been spoken to when his partner gently shook his shoulder, snapping him back into the bleak, horrid reality of what had just happened.
“What?” he was vaguely aware of the croakish quality to it.
“Mal,” Luka said gently, still resting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I said, ‘Do you want to take the rest of the day off’? I’m sure they’d understand.”
“What about you?” Malcolm asked. “Are you?”
Luka hesitated. “…I’m not sure,” he admitted. “With all the paperwork involved with this…”
“Then I’m not taking it off either.” Malcolm shrugged off his friend’s hand and squared his shoulders, standing to his feet.
“Are you sure?” Luka queried, getting to his feet. “Because I really don’t mind asking them to—”
“I’ll be fine, Luka. We’d better get back to HQ and report this,” he said, moving forwards and around the debris.
Luka watched his partner leave, then cast a glance down the chute, and then shook his head and sighed.
What was done, was done. As horrible as it was, they couldn’t change what had happened. The only thing left to do was fill out the official paperwork and file it away. Then, try to get on with life as normal.
Taking one last look around the room, he made a note to make sure that this area was secured even more so than before, so nothing like this would ever happen again.
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Post by Birdy on Nov 12, 2013 23:23:44 GMT -5
M-my NaNo...
It's...
OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND!
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Post by Birdy on Nov 13, 2013 17:57:26 GMT -5
10,000th word: get
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