Put the entire town to the torch as a burnt offering*
Life: Sucktastic.
NaNo: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a title! Time For Something Biblical, taken from Muse's song "Apocalypse Please". We also have supporting characters! \o/ Mr Saunders, fifty-something, and Agatha, twelve, the only tenants of an abandoned four-story apartment building. Oh dialogue, how I've missed you. And the angel's just upstairs! Also, Chip's being paranoid, which is fun. (Grisly, but fun.) And I like italics :)
Chip didn’t think he could [talk], right now, but that was pretty much beside the point. The voice’s owner was a little girl of - what, ten? twelve? Chip really sucked at aging the younger generations. (If they can’t remember when MTV actually living up to its name, they’re off Chip’s radar entirely and shelved into the “don’t exist” folder.) He couldn’t see much else of her, just a hint of baggy jeans and scraggly hair absolutely everywhere.
Oh, right, question.
“Uh, yeah.” Chip cleared his throat. “I can talk.”
“So, can you?”
Oh God, was he stuck in some kind of loop or what? How was his blood sugar? Conversation was the last thing on his mind right now, he mind was too busy scrambling the walls and trying to figure a thousand things out at once.
Should he just leave now? (Would his legs hold him up if he did? He was exhausted - and that was literally exhausted, can’t-move-or-think exhausted.) He knew that was probably the smarter move in this new world where running away from your problems was exactly what you should do every damn time. Realistically, though, it was probably - just this once - more suicidal to run than to stay. So far as he knew, of course.
There were other people in the building, that was for sure - there were the voices down the hall, for starters - but if this girl was still kicking, then chances were they were people and not blood-crazed balls of violence. (Unless the girl was only alive by some bizarre miracle and latched onto him like a limpet. He did not want to get saddled with a kid.)
Chip grew aware that the girl was staring at him. “Um, can I what?”
“Help him. The angel, can you help him?”
“I, uh...” Oh, right, that question. Was she crazy? Granted, a little crazy twelve-year-old wasn’t that hard a thing to deal with, all possibilities considered, but… “I don’t know.”
“I’m Agatha,” the girl said brightly.
Chip stared at her in silence, still very much rattled by the whole “girl sitting on the stairs” concept (and let’s not forget the added “talking about angels” detail, please, that one’s golden) to follow what she was saying or remember social niceties.
Truth was, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d introduced himself to anyone, not properly. Maybe he had exchanged names whilst on the road sometime? That didn’t count, though, not in his mind, when the person you acknowledged was just another person you would leave, someone who was just passing through and for whom you wouldn’t learn their last name, much less wait for them to catch up.
“My names Charles,” he said, finally. “Chip.”
“Ooh, I wish we had chips! Or chocolate chips, those are my favorite.”
That… That definitely didn’t help on the crazy front.
“So, uh, Agatha, are you...” Are you backed up by machete-wielding people? Been kidnapped by persons of very ill-repute or monstrous imaginations? Hanging out with the killer people? “Is there someone with you?”
6420 / 50000 words. 13% done!
Links of the Day:
trueblood_lj's True Blood Flocked Downloadable Goodies Galore ; Nelsan Ellis (aka. Lafayette) Q&A
vortezproject's Supernatural Video Lazarus Get Over Here - A film adaptation of Lazarus Came Forth by oselle as portrayed by action figures.
* Deuteronomy 13:13-19 NLT
NaNo: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a title! Time For Something Biblical, taken from Muse's song "Apocalypse Please". We also have supporting characters! \o/ Mr Saunders, fifty-something, and Agatha, twelve, the only tenants of an abandoned four-story apartment building. Oh dialogue, how I've missed you. And the angel's just upstairs! Also, Chip's being paranoid, which is fun. (Grisly, but fun.) And I like italics :)
Chip didn’t think he could [talk], right now, but that was pretty much beside the point. The voice’s owner was a little girl of - what, ten? twelve? Chip really sucked at aging the younger generations. (If they can’t remember when MTV actually living up to its name, they’re off Chip’s radar entirely and shelved into the “don’t exist” folder.) He couldn’t see much else of her, just a hint of baggy jeans and scraggly hair absolutely everywhere.
Oh, right, question.
“Uh, yeah.” Chip cleared his throat. “I can talk.”
“So, can you?”
Oh God, was he stuck in some kind of loop or what? How was his blood sugar? Conversation was the last thing on his mind right now, he mind was too busy scrambling the walls and trying to figure a thousand things out at once.
Should he just leave now? (Would his legs hold him up if he did? He was exhausted - and that was literally exhausted, can’t-move-or-think exhausted.) He knew that was probably the smarter move in this new world where running away from your problems was exactly what you should do every damn time. Realistically, though, it was probably - just this once - more suicidal to run than to stay. So far as he knew, of course.
There were other people in the building, that was for sure - there were the voices down the hall, for starters - but if this girl was still kicking, then chances were they were people and not blood-crazed balls of violence. (Unless the girl was only alive by some bizarre miracle and latched onto him like a limpet. He did not want to get saddled with a kid.)
Chip grew aware that the girl was staring at him. “Um, can I what?”
“Help him. The angel, can you help him?”
“I, uh...” Oh, right, that question. Was she crazy? Granted, a little crazy twelve-year-old wasn’t that hard a thing to deal with, all possibilities considered, but… “I don’t know.”
“I’m Agatha,” the girl said brightly.
Chip stared at her in silence, still very much rattled by the whole “girl sitting on the stairs” concept (and let’s not forget the added “talking about angels” detail, please, that one’s golden) to follow what she was saying or remember social niceties.
Truth was, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d introduced himself to anyone, not properly. Maybe he had exchanged names whilst on the road sometime? That didn’t count, though, not in his mind, when the person you acknowledged was just another person you would leave, someone who was just passing through and for whom you wouldn’t learn their last name, much less wait for them to catch up.
“My names Charles,” he said, finally. “Chip.”
“Ooh, I wish we had chips! Or chocolate chips, those are my favorite.”
That… That definitely didn’t help on the crazy front.
“So, uh, Agatha, are you...” Are you backed up by machete-wielding people? Been kidnapped by persons of very ill-repute or monstrous imaginations? Hanging out with the killer people? “Is there someone with you?”
6420 / 50000 words. 13% done!
Links of the Day:
trueblood_lj's True Blood Flocked Downloadable Goodies Galore ; Nelsan Ellis (aka. Lafayette) Q&A
vortezproject's Supernatural Video Lazarus Get Over Here - A film adaptation of Lazarus Came Forth by oselle as portrayed by action figures.
* Deuteronomy 13:13-19 NLT