This needs a title, but my eyes are stuck open and I therefore cannot think of one. It's a complicated emotion.

Word Count: 3,621

Scenes: 4

*victory dance*

I was pretty sure this day was gonna be a fail. But interestingly enough, once I was tired enough I could look at a screen without twitching, I got some words done! Who would have guessed! But now my eyes hurt from being open, and I realized another scene I might have to write before I'm done. Or maybe I'll just allude to it...

I am so excited to be done. You have no idea.

Also, Jennet went out to look for children and came back with a gun. Sometimes that girl scares me. And Petria is GOOD at making people jealous, I can tell you that right now. Too bad Appel's good too, and he uses different methods. I heart those two. I need to shut up and sleep. Only now I'm scared of my dreams, due to certain bizzaro fiction I read today. *sigh* Think happy thoughts about happy things! Like the fights I get to write next! Yes, happy... ^_^

Run On Sentences Rock My World

I thought, since there's, like, three whole* new people who are reading this blog, and they haven't read any of my so-called writing, that I'd jump on the excerpt bandwagon. Also, formatting this post buys me almost five whole minutes of procrastination time, and I'm out of tea to procrastinate by making. My logic is without peer.

*Perhaps not "whole" people, because they seem to be pretty much insane in the best of ways, which lends its self to being mildly shattered.

Excerpt:
Shoes

I really should be in bed sleeping now. About that.

Appel and Petria decided to fight with each other today, just in case Danen and Haggerty weren't QUITE uncomfortable enough. Appel goes really expressionless when he's mad, and boy oh boy, was he mad. I was twitching just writing him. I only managed two pages, but I think they might be good pages?

*hopeful*

Oh, who am I kidding, I have edits for years to do. But at least I got people moving. :D Yay for movement! Tomorrow I think Sarti and Etna get their place in the spotlight. Maybe.

Another OC meme! Because I don't have enough OCs in my head.

I'm going to do this with the Charas who have been in my head most recently, and not the "main" ones. Cause I'm cool like that.

 Chose ten of your OCs. If you don't have ten of your own, chose ten cool people. 

1 = Kassy

2 = Haggerty

3 = Basket Case

4 = Dulamon

5 = Jole

6 = Petria

7 = Sarti

8 = Howling

9 = Neph

10 = Jaslyn

1.) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at his house. What happens?

Howling: "Mmmm, delicious morsels. Let me just get my sword and my assistant..."

Dulamon: "Not in the UO, you don't." *breaks Howling* *looks at Basket Case.* "Why do they always give me the crazy ones? Why? What crime have I committed against the fates?"

Basket Case: "Wait a second. I'm crazy? I can see your memories, dude!

Dulamon: "We are not discussing my morals right now, young man."

Basket Case: "Maybe we should. You did What?

Dulamon: *headdesk*

2.) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club. 

Jole: *looks at sign* "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Neph: "Yep!" *pulls out napkin with name printed on it* "They had these really awesome drinks which fizzed, though Tenish made me sit at the back so I'm not sure what they're called."

Jole: "Ah-huh."

3.) You need to stay at a friend's house for a night. Who do you choose, 1 or 6?

Kassy: "Sorry, but I don't really have a house. Or an apartment. I'd offer to let you stay where I'm staying, but it's kinda not mine. And I don't think Ty would let me invite people over. Um, I have bus tickets, you can have, and oh! Getting arrested is always good for a place to sleep. And airports! They're warm, and stuff."

Petria: "Wait, you want to stay at my HOUSE? After what you did to me? No exiling way, thank you. Get out before I kick you in the head."

Me: "Ummmmmm."

4.) 2 and 7 are making out, 10 walks in. What are the reactions?

Jaslyn: *raises eyebrows* "Nice one, Sar. Though I wouldn't think he's quite your type..."

Sarti: *smiles* "Oh, he isn't. I'm just practicing!"

Haggerty: ~Demons. You exiling are all exiling demons. And why did I let her make me a drink, anyways?~

5.) 3 falls in love with 6, 8 is jealous. What happens?

Basket Case: *after much attempting to convince* "I swear I know that I'm doing!"

Petria: "Right. Come back when you're legal. Or not."

Howling: "I saw her first..." *everyone in every 'verse shoots him*

6.) 4 jumps you in a dark alleyway. Who comes to your rescue; 10, 2 or 7?

Me: "Go AWAY. I don't want to be rescued!"

7.) 1 decides to start a cooking show. Fifteen minutes later, what is cooking?

Kassy: "Wait, do I actually have to make edible food, or can I just set things on fire? Oh. Oh, okay then. Let's make butter toffee!" 

8.) 3 has to marry either 8, 4 or 9. Who do they choose?

Basket Case: "..." *looks again at the all-male options.* "Suicide it is, then."

9.) 7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2's release. What is it?

Sarti: "Hey, you with the eyebrows! Teach me how to read!"

Jole: *stares* "You really are on drugs, aren't you?"

Haggerty: *is unconcious* *drugged to within an inch of his life* *tied up* *and in an locked room*

Sarti: "Or I tell Haggerty that you kidnapped him when he gets out!"

Jole: "Okay, we'd better work fast. This is the alphabet. Got that? Good."

10.) Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?

Basket Case: "No, no I really don't. I wonder if this is what happened last time?"

11.) Everyone is invited to 2 and 10's wedding except for 8. How do they react?

Haggerty:

Jaslyn: "Oh, hush. You think you're the one who's coming out poorly from this deal?"

Howling: "You always leave me out. And to think I brought you all together." *everyone shoots him, again*

12.) Why is 6 afraid of 7?

Petria: "She's a drudge. With blue hair. Who knows how to read. And you never know what she'e gonna do!" *tries to look invisible as Sarti dances in, singing*

13.) 1 arrives late for 2 and 10's wedding. What happens, and why were they late?

Kassy: "Sorry I'm late, I forgot to look at the clock. (And I kinda got distracted...)"

*everyone decides not to ask*

14.) 5 and 9 get roaring drunk and end up at your house- what happens?

Me: *walks in on drunken reminisces about death and suicide and girls, and walks out again.* *makes coffee in the morning*

15.) 9 murders 2's best friend. What does 2 do to get back at 9?

THIS REPLY HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO EXTREME VIOLENT CONTENT.

16.) 6 and 1 are in mortal danger. Only one of them can survive. Does 6 save herself or 1?

Petria: "Uhhh, wait, I, I, I can't just leave, I-"

Kassy: "Get out of here or I'll come back and haunt you! MOVE!

17.) 8 and 3 go camping. For some reason they don't have any food. What do they do?

Howling: *looks at Basket case*

Basket Case: *looks at Howling*

At the same time: "Food!"

18.) 5 is critically injured in a car crash. What does 9 do?

Neph: *drags out of wreck and calls the medics* *pats on head* "Don't worry, the medics are really good, they can put you back together from anything! You'll be back to as good as new in months!"

Jole: *groans* "Why does this never work..."

"I believe in double-checking. Especially in this case."

I do not know what muse I was channeling for this morning's scenes, but it makes my skin crawl. I am now at the fun place where I have taken my appetite away due to having taken an little side foray into the mind of my psychotic villain. 

Yay for Plucky-Heros-Are-Defiant scene. *flatly* Only it doesn't make any difference, you're all going to die anyhow. Painfully. Yeah, sometimes I really don't like the way my mind works. *is ill*

On the other hand, I think I established my despicable villain as fully despicable. Oh, and Petria, Appel and Jennet endeared themselves to me even more than usual. I knew you were all awesome, you just needed a chance to show it. 

I'm sorry, guies!

EDIT: And Jennet just gave a "buck up" speech, despite the fact that I just knocked out her teeth. That girl is QUALITY. 

EDIT2: New crack-ship! Jole/Kael. You know they would be CUTE together. *falls into hysterical laughter* Yeah, the fact that this amuses me this much is one of those signs that maybe I should stop. Now. Just stop. 

...

Nope! Finish scene first!

"Welcome to Women Now where women are trusted friends please put your hands where I can see them and surrender any bombs."

Yes, I watched Juno, as might be evident from my title. I've also been writing. 

*muses*

It is curiously liberating to just throw quality out the window, shred it into tiny pieces, jump up and down on it, douse it in gasoline, and shower it with lighted matches. It's the Nano state of mind, only more so. 

So, current state of affairs: Kael and all the Military are hungover, Bleach and Cole are sightseeing, the rest of the techs are cracking the world network, (assisted by the Military,) the Drudges are shopping, Appel is being interrogated, Jennet discovered an empty closet, and Dane and Very are being nauseating. I think Petria locked herself in the shower again too, which is related to Dane and Very being nauseating. That about covers it!

EDIT: Objective of the weekend- write 6k. Everyone else I know is juggling some combination of school, work, reading, and writing, so I can manage this, right? *crosses fingers*

"We get to hallucinate too? I should have done this years ago!'

A shout out out to each of my poor mistreated (main) characters. :D

Tenish: You're made of awesome. You're SO made of awesome. I'm sorry about what I'm going to do to you, I really am. But you'll get through it- you're made of awesome.

Haggerty: Watch your mouth, man. Though you probably did get me 200 extra words for that scene alone, not to mention the whole "fighting the guest" deal. I, ah, don't quite know if I like you or not.

Neph: See, aren't you glad you survived? You have the potential to be made of awesome, I just know it. *hugs him*

Jole: You poor man. Uh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry? I'll get you out in the end, I SWEAR!

Bleach: You're an arrogant S.O.B. and you need to bleed. I'm sorry I wasn't able to show that yet. It will come, though, never fear.

Etna: Life happens, we know. I'll get them out safe. I'm sorry? I'll just be, uh, over here. Please don't look at me.

Jaslyn: You're hard core, woman. *runs away*

Sarti: See, aren't you glad you unexpectedly turned out to be a druggie? Now you get to play with ships, and hallucinate and stuff! *sheepish* I'll, uh, find you a nice guy. *cough* *backs away*

Bensch, Tru, Terra and Pepper: Your moment will come, I swear. You have good moments, too. With books and ribbons.

Dane: I hate you. *slaps him*

Verjinya: STOP CRYING, GIRL. *slaps her*

Petria. Well, now that I know your backstory, it makes more sense. I'm sorry you ever looked at Dane? *pats on shoulder* And it just gets worse for you, too. I'm sorry. See, here's some nice chocolate! You like chocolate, right?

Appel: *laughs* I don't actually know your backstory, or what you have hidden in that room of yours, or what illegal activities you're engaged in. But I'm sure they're VERY interesting. And your tattoo is shiny.

Jennet: I'm sorry... *hugs her* But you're too smart to not know the truth.

Tanner and all the Guardians: I'M SORRY!!!!!! I NEEDED DEATH SCENE!

Kael: I would apologize, but you brought it all on yourself. And you know this. Look, it does get better, eventually. So don't get too drunk, please? Uh, Tenish, could you watch Kael please? She's gone off to hurt herself again...

Dulamon: You might be one of my favorite characters of all time. So I send creepy women your way and set you on fire. Huh. CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE IT!!! And the message thing was really sweet, it really was. Too bad she never got the messages and settled for cutting herself instead. Yep, you fail, man. Maybe I'll give you a second chance?

Howling: Uh, please no torture? I mean, what would be the point of that? Uh, don't answer that. I'll just stay on the other side of the 'verse, thank you. Stay away. I will shoot you with a flame thrower!

I like my story. :D

Baby you're my disease...

Petria just informed me that her Theme song is Rehab, by Rihanna and Justin Timberlake. Should I be concerned? I don't even listen to Rihanna, it just came up on a Youtube video. Good Grief.

"You Noticed" EXCERPT

Time + 25 minutes

“I want a gun.” Petria whispered suddenly from her position under the transport. There was no response, probably due to the earplugs the men with guns were sporting. She poked Danen in the elbow, physical contact allowing her to overcome the Implant Jamming, and repeated her demand. ~I want a gun.~

“What- why?” Danen risked a glance in her direction. He and Haggerty were near the outside of the transport with the Trainees jammed between them, where it was presumably safer. Danen focused his attention back at the immediate danger, and took out an arm someone obviously regarded as a spare, they had it hanging out all over the place. ~There’s no need, really. And you’ve got a lot of drugs in your system, you could hurt yourself.~ That ended it, according to his mental tone.

Petria, however, was generally regarded as a stubborn girl, when she wanted to be. And that was before she’d been held against her will and tortured. ~I. Want. A. Gun.~ Her jaw was set. ~I don’t want to go back there, if it comes to that. And wouldn’t an extra marksman help?~

~A marksman, yes.~ Haggerty cut in. Appel’s shoulder was jammed into his back painfully (for Appel,) and Petria was holding Appel’s hand. The Corporal was apparently able to overcome the small technicality of the fact that he and Appel were not really touching, and so the four were able to “converse” via mind-to-mind link. Or argue, as the case might be. ~Not some hopped-up exiling Intellectual who wants to exiling participate.~

Petria’s lips thinned. ~I know how to shoot.~ Again, they didn’t dignify this was a response. The one girl in the group decided to take advantage of the fact that she was mad enough she didn’t care if this was painful, and flipped over. It was painful, but she didn’t care. At least she was doing something. Petria took a careful breath to steady herself. ~Please? Just a handgun? I don’t want to fight them unarmed again.~ She forced a grin that no one could see, though it made it slightly through her voice. ~Just cause they want to take me alive doesn’t mean they won’t hurt me, and I’d rather be able to do some actual damage, with more than my feet.~ There was another pause, during which Petria’s shoulders slumped in defeat. More people in power who didn’t listen to her.

~It’s a good idea to listen to her.~ Appel’s mental voice was as calm as if he was discussing breakfast choices. Calmer than he was about breakfast, actually, though Petria was the only one around who knew for sure that he was unnaturally serene, not just unaware of the situation. It would be pretty hard to be unaware of the situation while crammed underneath a Prisoner Transport to avoid being shot at, but Haggerty and Danen had a great deal of faith in the unobservation skills of Intellectuals. ~For one thing she’s telling the truth. And for another, she’ll keep distracting you till either she gets her way or you’re dead. Which is when she’ll take the guns off your body and use them how she wants.~

~Oh Appell, you noticed that little quirk?~ Petria made her voice sickly sweet enough to cause diabetic comas for anyone within a half mile.

~The one about you wanting to get your own way?~ Appel’s calm was pointedly impervious to even that much sweetness at close range. ~I made a note the day I met you.~

Petria switched tactics, purring her response. ~Was that before or after I kicked your sorry ass at history revision, and helped you find your way to the medical lab because you didn’t know up from down?~

~De SHASTelane!~ Haggerty tossed a handgun back over his shoulder at Petria and another at Appel in an effort to stop the conversation he was being forced to witness. ~Do you two ever stop talking like that? It’s exiling demonic!~

~At times.~ Appel unhooked his hands from the undercarriage of the transport and turned over so he was looking out where the guards were pinning them down.

~Yeah, sometimes we don’t talk.~ Petria just loaded that statement with meaning and let it sit there, ticking dangerously and daring people to prod it. She checked to see if the gun was loaded, which it was.

Her fellow Controller Trainee decided to to avoid that particular conversation bomb. ~You meant what you said about knowing how to shoot?~

~I thought you said I was telling the truth.~

~Oh, you were. There’s just levels and levels of truth, you know?~ Appel finished checking his gun and steadied his breathing as he watched for movement. He continued after the perfect pause. ~And you do know.~

~I meant it.~ Petria said shortly, steadying her breathing as well. It was gonna be harder to ignore her sore body, but she’d manage somehow.

~Do you know how illegal that is? Just asking out of vague curiosity,~

Petria grinned disconcertingly and squeezed off a few shots at a shadow she didn’t like the look of. ~Yes, yes I do. And so I got someone to teach me when I was twelve.~ The shadow cursed and fell over, clutching its arm. ~How ‘bout you, pretty boy? You just realizing what bad company you’ve been taking up?~

Appell’s grin was similarly disconcerting. ~Hardly. I took up that particular illegal activity when I was eight.~ He fired a single shot, and was rewarded with the whump of a quiet body hitting the ground.
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