Charloft: Twosday: 2 New things
Ok, so I only just realised I hadn't cross-posted this to my journal. A little note about "Twosday" on charloft for those not familiar with it. These posts are in the voice of a character, in this case one from an original novel who's named Kim for now. She may have gone a little kooky, but i guess it's to be expected in her circumstances!
What two things are you going to try this year that you've never done before?
So, see in this crazy new world here I think it’d be hard to find two things I’m going to do the same from my life before. I mean, it’s mad, I told Ashton we never should have gone down those potholes, now I’m stuck here. No phone, no tv, no internet. I can’t even get a dial up signal, it sucks! And then there’s the side bit of the soldiers trying to kill us, and those flying things that eat people. Jason would love it here man, I’ll have to get a picture on my camera to show him, man he’ll be sorry he missed it. But I can’t even send him a picture, it’s so unfair.
I wouldn’t mind learning to fight and maybe ride a horse, but apparently it’s not proper or natural. It’s not fair, it’s not. They may as well replace me with a doll for all the stuff they let me do!
Ashton’s trying to get me to join in in this life, but these people, they’re barbarians. We were in the butchers the other day, the guy looked straight through me when I was talking, wouldn’t even acknowledge me. I shouted at him, jumped in his face, and nothing. Just a blank stone look. I was gonna rearrange his face for him, see if he noticed me then, but Ash dragged me out, the big wimp. He says I’ve got to look nice and try to fit in, but it’s not like it’s my fault if they don’t get me round here. They’re savages, don’t even have electric, like those horror stories our folks tell about the past. The sit around and make conversation and sew together. It’s wrong, like prison.
Oh, shut up, Ashton! He’s stood behind me, reading my private stuff, as if it’s not bad enough that I have to use a pen and ink bottle, they don’t even have a typewriter, let alone a computer for me to use. But anyway, he’s saying I need to practice talking and writing less, like he’d know. It’s not like I talk too much, he just don’t talk enough is all. I don’t talk too mooch, you can see that, can’t you?
Right?
Ok, author speaking, I hope this is allowed. I’ve been trying to find the character’s voice. I want her to be annoying and talkative, but I still want people to be able to like her. As she spends longer in this world she will adapt. But do you think this is too much? She won’t speak often on page, but I don’t want to make readers want to put the book down when she does.