Holy poop, something Battle Royale for once
Y helo thar, people who are probably as bored as I am (or more bored, considering I'm the one writing and you're the one reading... ah whatever)!
Here’s a little excerpt-thingy (I don’t know the pretentious, official vernacular for this kind of stuff so I’m just winging it here) from some Battle Royale story I’ve worked a little on, in the past, that I still am undecided on publishing. Probably will, but it still needs a lot of work.
Periperichan, I know you’ll like this XD
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“Why aren’t you playing?”
Shinji looked up from his PowerBook. “Come again?”
“I said, why aren’t you playing?” Takako asked, the fingers of her right hand spinning the ring on her left middle finger.
“Because I’m not a dick?” Shinji went back to work.
Takako sighed. “I meant-well, think about it,” she said, “basketball star, apparently a closet genius, playboy? You’re the type who wants to play this shit, y’know? You’d be able to make something out of your life, have a future, get out of Shiroiwa. College, or something.”
“You college bound?” Shinji asked, “kinda young to be thinkin’ about college…”
Takako shrugged. “Never too early to be ahead of the game,” she said, flashing a grin, that made Shinji’s heartbeat speed up ever-so-slightly, “so, seriously, though. Why aren’t you picking off the other kids? The losers?”
“Fucking hell, Takako,” said Shinji, looking mildly affronted, “what the hell do you take me for?”
“A jerk?” Takako said, bluntly. “Hey, I call ‘em as I see ‘em!”
“Well I guess it’s a damn good thing for you I didn’t ‘call ‘em as I see ‘em’ and let the Robo-Bitch lie there and die in a puddle of her own blood,” Shinji answered, and went back to work.
Takako sighed, and sat back enough so her head was against the tree. She made a face and shifted uncomfortably. “I guess I deserved that.”
“Don’t judge the book by its cover,” said Shinji wisely.
“Yeah,” said Takako, after a moment. Sure, Kazushi Niida was a creep but she’d never taken him for a attempted rapist-hell, rapist, had she not been able to kick his ass into next Tuesday. And she wouldn’t have expected the class playboy Shinji Mimura to not only risk his own ass to save her-a complete stranger, might she add, Shinji didn’t know her from a hole in the wall-but to stick with her, tell her his escape plan?
Then again, she was a cripple, regardless of how reluctant she was to disclose that information (which Shinji already knew, she tried to take a few strides to keep up with him and wound up making an impression in the dirt with her face, arrgghhhhhh-she hated Niida more and more), so he probably didn’t see her as any threat anyway. Damn.
She’d felt some of that muscle for herself when he’d helped her up; Shinji Mimura was a good guy to have on your side, especially during shit like this.
And a good guy to have bent over when he’s all hot and sweaty and-
Arrghh, dammit, Taka, get your head out of the gutter!
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And that’s it. Feedback, comments, sacrificial offerings, ect, ect, all welcome.