4th November
Now playing: Katy Perry - Hot N Cold
We used to be just like twins, so in sync. The same energy now's a dead battery. Used to laugh 'bout nothing, now you're plain boring. I should know that you're not gonna change
I downloaded Katy Perry's album. I love it. : D
And, after an interesting day at school I think I'm doing really well. I've really enjoying writing today, and the 5k that I've written really doesn't feel like it. This puts me way ahead of my target, so I'm going to run with it and see if I can't get 50k by Friday. That would be wonderful. *bounce*
I got my characters drunk tonight, which was amusing, and I had Rouge's bosses threaten to fire her. It's kinda funny. She's all like "But you CAN'T fire me! I'm special!" and they're all like "Ms. Noir, you're the Health Food Coordinator. It's hardly special. -Oh, and while you're at it you can have an assistant. Maybe she'll take your place one day". I love it. XD
Torture is the best kind of therapy.
And, now for another craptastic excerpt.
“I’m a HERO!”
That produced laughter all round, even from Boo who was looking rather queasy. Eden cackled to herself before falling back on her bed, and I wiggled my eyebrows enticingly.
“You can’t be a hero without a hero name, though,” Q called back. She’d just cut through from the driver’s box up the front of the trailer and was making her way towards her bed, considerably less drunk than the rest of us, but still looking rosy-cheeked and generally quite relaxed.
“A hero name?”
“Yeah, you know. Like Superman, or Cat Woman, those foreign guys that we always hear so much about in the news. If you’re going to be a hero you totally need a hero name. Like, an alias?”
“Yeah, I knew what you meant, but what kind of hero name could I have?”
“Geek Girl?” Danger snorted.
“Fat chance,” I said. “Not likely. Ew.”
“What about AC cooler,” Eden cracked.
“Shut up,” I whined. “Don’t make fun of my name, it’s not funny.”
“That’s not your name anyway,” Q pointed out. “Stop complaining.”
“What am I going to do without an alias thingy though? I can’t be a good superhero if I don’t have a name, and I can’t have a name because I’m not cool. I’m too drunk. Can’t we sleep now?”
“No!” Danger cried. “No, if you’re gonna be a hero you need to be one now. That means you’ve got to stay up late or something.”
“Is that written in the rules?”
“It is now.”
“Crap. Okay, give me a name! I’m going to be such as awesome superhero. I’ll be able to fly, and sprinkle magical dust on people to make them tell me the truth, and I’ll hand homemade candy to all of the kids to make them happy and stop them from being all evil and stuff. Does that sound like cool- do they sound cool?”
“Yeah!” Eden yelled enthusiastically, making the trailer rock so hard that I nearly fell over and ending up sitting on the table, on top of the playing cards. “Yeah, and you’ll bake evil cookies that the villain can’t eat or they’ll get poisoned, and you’ll be able to solve all your crimes really quickly because you’ll be able to bribe them with sweets. That’s pretty damn sweet.”
“Candy Girl,” Boo snickered. “Yo, that sounds like something on one of those fifties infomercials. ‘Buy Candy Girl today and she’ll stay sweet on you for always’.” She burst into laughter, but nobody else joined in. We all looked at each other excitedly.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Candy Girl. That’s actually kinda-”
“Cool, and you could be really-”
“Famous.” Q smirked. “Boo, you’re a genius.”
“Yeah man,” she answered, and then frowned. “Wait, why?”
“Candy girl. That’s frickin’ awesome,” Danger laughed. “And it’s very fitting too don’t you think?” She raised her eyebrows, still grinning. “Like, we’re on a quest to save the world- Madam Butter Rum’s World- and we’re going to save all the candy in the store as well.”
“Dude, it’s like it was meant to be.” I pulled a face and then collapsed back on the table. “I’m going to be a hero, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Danger slapped her thigh happily. “I totally knew you weren’t a loser.”
“Right,” I said happily, glad that I’d finally figured out how to lock away that horrible boring part of myself. “Whatever. Sure you did.”
“Candy girl.”
“Epic.”
Words written today: 5,201
Wordcount: 30,291
We used to be just like twins, so in sync. The same energy now's a dead battery. Used to laugh 'bout nothing, now you're plain boring. I should know that you're not gonna change
I downloaded Katy Perry's album. I love it. : D
And, after an interesting day at school I think I'm doing really well. I've really enjoying writing today, and the 5k that I've written really doesn't feel like it. This puts me way ahead of my target, so I'm going to run with it and see if I can't get 50k by Friday. That would be wonderful. *bounce*
I got my characters drunk tonight, which was amusing, and I had Rouge's bosses threaten to fire her. It's kinda funny. She's all like "But you CAN'T fire me! I'm special!" and they're all like "Ms. Noir, you're the Health Food Coordinator. It's hardly special. -Oh, and while you're at it you can have an assistant. Maybe she'll take your place one day". I love it. XD
Torture is the best kind of therapy.
And, now for another craptastic excerpt.
“I’m a HERO!”
That produced laughter all round, even from Boo who was looking rather queasy. Eden cackled to herself before falling back on her bed, and I wiggled my eyebrows enticingly.
“You can’t be a hero without a hero name, though,” Q called back. She’d just cut through from the driver’s box up the front of the trailer and was making her way towards her bed, considerably less drunk than the rest of us, but still looking rosy-cheeked and generally quite relaxed.
“A hero name?”
“Yeah, you know. Like Superman, or Cat Woman, those foreign guys that we always hear so much about in the news. If you’re going to be a hero you totally need a hero name. Like, an alias?”
“Yeah, I knew what you meant, but what kind of hero name could I have?”
“Geek Girl?” Danger snorted.
“Fat chance,” I said. “Not likely. Ew.”
“What about AC cooler,” Eden cracked.
“Shut up,” I whined. “Don’t make fun of my name, it’s not funny.”
“That’s not your name anyway,” Q pointed out. “Stop complaining.”
“What am I going to do without an alias thingy though? I can’t be a good superhero if I don’t have a name, and I can’t have a name because I’m not cool. I’m too drunk. Can’t we sleep now?”
“No!” Danger cried. “No, if you’re gonna be a hero you need to be one now. That means you’ve got to stay up late or something.”
“Is that written in the rules?”
“It is now.”
“Crap. Okay, give me a name! I’m going to be such as awesome superhero. I’ll be able to fly, and sprinkle magical dust on people to make them tell me the truth, and I’ll hand homemade candy to all of the kids to make them happy and stop them from being all evil and stuff. Does that sound like cool- do they sound cool?”
“Yeah!” Eden yelled enthusiastically, making the trailer rock so hard that I nearly fell over and ending up sitting on the table, on top of the playing cards. “Yeah, and you’ll bake evil cookies that the villain can’t eat or they’ll get poisoned, and you’ll be able to solve all your crimes really quickly because you’ll be able to bribe them with sweets. That’s pretty damn sweet.”
“Candy Girl,” Boo snickered. “Yo, that sounds like something on one of those fifties infomercials. ‘Buy Candy Girl today and she’ll stay sweet on you for always’.” She burst into laughter, but nobody else joined in. We all looked at each other excitedly.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Candy Girl. That’s actually kinda-”
“Cool, and you could be really-”
“Famous.” Q smirked. “Boo, you’re a genius.”
“Yeah man,” she answered, and then frowned. “Wait, why?”
“Candy girl. That’s frickin’ awesome,” Danger laughed. “And it’s very fitting too don’t you think?” She raised her eyebrows, still grinning. “Like, we’re on a quest to save the world- Madam Butter Rum’s World- and we’re going to save all the candy in the store as well.”
“Dude, it’s like it was meant to be.” I pulled a face and then collapsed back on the table. “I’m going to be a hero, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Danger slapped her thigh happily. “I totally knew you weren’t a loser.”
“Right,” I said happily, glad that I’d finally figured out how to lock away that horrible boring part of myself. “Whatever. Sure you did.”
“Candy girl.”
“Epic.”
Words written today: 5,201
Wordcount: 30,291
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