So close, so very close…

I know just enough about military matters to know that the military elements included in this story are entirely ludicrous. However, if I cut them out the story is a lot shorter and less interesting. So the ludicrous elements remain.

I’ve got this at the beginning of my story now. It’s far too true.

Word count: 15,764
Words remaining: 16,083
Coherence: I have mine own dialect. Is there a problem you might have with this? Negative? Good.
Panic Level: I’m sustained and buoyed up by the prospect of Reading Week. It looms so beautifully on the horizon. *grins*

I’m ALMOST at the halfway mark. *grins stupidly*

I don’t know if I can make the story stretch, but I will try my darnest. I managed to get 1322 words out of Ben pwning Mr. X/ This is good, is good. Also Ben now has to explain what he was doing beating up a man on someone else’s back porch. I hurt him fairly bad, so he might pass out dramatically sometime.

Ben stood up, then slipped in his own blood

I feel sorry for him, but I just couldn’t let him have the fight all his own way! He’s unarmed, after all, and he basically beat Mr. X into a bloody pulp. With a chair, none the less. Pretty much a man.

Now now, I already know I’m disturbing, and I can rest calmly in the fact that Stephanie is probably worse to her people. For one thing, she kills them, and and and… Yes, I’m prevaricating. Whatever.

Next on the slate: Michael and Lynn discuss things, Ben explains things, Alexander showes up, Alison shoots things… Maybe I’ll have Alison shoot Alexander. He needs to die, it is true. Anyways, I’m not pondering it now. Think only on paper. This is my new motto.

"Have fun." "Oh, I intend to."

This is what happens when you have multiple writers in the same house

Jasmine: I just shot one of my characters.
Stephanie: Mine all got mind-raped.
Jasmine: oh

I just disposed of 2/3s of my Main characters. I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. I also got to use the title line, and give Mr. X a chance to show his creepiness. Good times with rhubarb crumble and caffeine overload.

It’s funny, I thought up the story and characters before I came to Ottawa, and at the time the names I chose were all not attached to any people I knew. Now half of my MC’s share names. Moreover, the characters are pretty much diametrically opposed to the people. The characters are:

  • Alison: 18. red hair. Gangly, but can move quite quietly when she wants too. She’s got a temper. Good with guns. Uncomfortably accurate memory. Currently planning something illegal.
  • Katie: 15, (the youngest). Sweet. Stubborn. Talkative. Unexpected planner and observer. Cute. Currently going to fetch firemen.
  • Ben: 16. Goof ball. Really quiet when he wants to be. Good at recovering from his tactlessness. Hand to hand combat. Currently going to fetch help, and towards a prepared Mr. X.
  • Kathleen. 16. Serene. A ridiculous mind for numbers. Currently keeping track of everything that moves in or out.
  • Lynn: 17. Arrogant. Handsome and boy does he know it. Surprisingly good at acting drunk. Rich. Currently “limp and white” in a storage container in -20 weather.
  • Michael: 18. Pretty much a man. Liberating supplies? no problem. Currently tied up and shot in a storage container in -20 weather.

Any correlations seen? *smile*

Ah, I like my people, but I like Alison, Lynn and Michael best. I’m glad I’m writing this for an age group which necessitates that I don’t kill off my MC’s. They can get mauled a bit, but not killed. *gentle smile* However, I need to get Michael to relax a bit.

Seriously.

Just cause he was right, doesn’t mean he needs to go about being grim! Maybe blood loss will help.