Feng Shui Punk: genre undetermined
Tiny balls of crystal dangled from the end of her dreads as she swayed down the street, with a swagger that managed to somehow suggest grace at the same time. She wore combat boots and parachute pants under a kimono that had been slit up the sides to her waist. Knifes were sheathed at her wrists and tied into place with red cords like the ones that pulled her dreads back away from her face. She saw the obstruction ahead of her, smiled a closed-lip smile, turned up the volume on her headphones, and began to sprint towards it. Panic spread over his face; he hadn't expected that. He'd probably expected her to duck into the shimosaasen next to her, despite the neon lights blaring their images of writing pink flesh. Maybe that had been the plan all along--get her inside where nobody would see her be taken. She ran up the crowded street to him, weaving through the crowd.
Inspiration: This what you get when you mash together the Feng Shui research book I've been reading and "Falling Away" and "Bitch" by Dope. It's a very strange combination.
Story Potential: Urm. Medium-high? Nothing super-great is going to come from this, but I have a certain weakness for the cyberpunk ass-kicking genre, which I think this would turn out to be. Not great literature, but fun....
Finished Length: Short story, unless this thing puts more meat on its bones in the writing.
Notes: Mmm, ass-kicking....
Inspiration: This what you get when you mash together the Feng Shui research book I've been reading and "Falling Away" and "Bitch" by Dope. It's a very strange combination.
Story Potential: Urm. Medium-high? Nothing super-great is going to come from this, but I have a certain weakness for the cyberpunk ass-kicking genre, which I think this would turn out to be. Not great literature, but fun....
Finished Length: Short story, unless this thing puts more meat on its bones in the writing.
Notes: Mmm, ass-kicking....