Ponderings
Wednesday, 8 June 2005 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I wish MV was back up. :( I need a place to house my bazillion bad disjointed notes.
Latest story = 11,042 words. It's going to be another big 'un, I can tell. *sobs* And I STILL don't have atitle for it. Why am I so bad at coming up with titles? It'll end up being something either really cryptic, or really bad and cryptic, or just really bad. *chews*
Anyway, just because I feel like it, some notes. To whet the appetite? Liek, whut-evar.
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“All right, you!” That was Hiro’s voice – it was unusually loud, for the softly spoken young Japanese lieutenant, loud enough to rouse 101 from his tormented ‘slumber’, and somewhat surprisingly he sounded angry for once. “How did you get here and what did you do with the sergeant?!”
101 opened his eyes and stared at Hiro for a moment, wondering who he was shouting at, shaking off the residual dream disorientation with some difficulty – why was he on the desk and not his plinth? And why did he have his nose down and almost touching the computer banks? – then realised that the gun in Hiro’s hand was pointing resolutely at him. Please, don’t let my dream have been real – I’m not a cube, I can’t be-
“Hiro, this is me… I don’t know what you mean,” he observed, sitting up, and glanced down at his hands…- fuck me with a sharp stick, sitting? HANDS?! 101 gave a strangled little scream of shock and promptly fainted.
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I wonder why it is I have this propensity towards torturing my characters? Rach, any ideas? ;) Maybe it's that Xar coming to the fore again...
PS Going to EAP tomorrow - BIIIIG deathbot! Yay!