9000 and something or other, I forget what I'm on now. Anyway.
So, like I was saying in Phyrebrat's thread, I've not written since Dec 22nd. What I'm going to post next is from my other WiP (Locke & Co), which hasn't been touched since September the 9th. I'm thinking maybe I can get some ideas, or that by posting this it'll kick me into working on it again. Who knows.
This is the very last scene of what I've got so far (which is 27k), so it's not far in, really. These guys are Team Evil. Neither of them are human, one was once. I know this won't make much sense out of context but, maybe you'll still get the gist.
I'll add a question at the end...
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Max decided that what Jacob didn't know wouldn't hurt him so he didn't bother telling him about the encounter with Poedan. Besides, it was getting dark in… he scratched his head and prodded the boy in the back.
"Oi, kid? Where are we?"
They were walking along a street lined with terraced houses that could've been almost anywhere in the world – except Max recognised the British number plates on the cars parked along the road.
"Brislington," the boy said.
"Brislington… Bristol, right? So we're back in the south west." Once they'd left Jacob, the boy had opened a door and Max had quickly followed him through it. Jacob had given them no more instructions and until they were called upon they were free to do whatever they liked. Max cleared his throat nosily and spat onto the pavement. "Any particular reason?"
The kid shrugged. "Used to live here."
"Oh." Well, that was weird. Wardens usually lost every sense of their self after Jacob turned them, but this particular nuisance seemed be clinging to his past like a limpet. "You remember your name, don't you."
"Dillon."
Max snorted. "Poncey-arse name if ever I heard one."
They continued walking in silence. Somewhere in the distance, cats screamed, setting off all the local dogs. Max debated telling Jacob he hadn't turned the boy properly, but then decided that if Jacob was losing his touch, it was nothing to do with him.
"Tia remembers her name too."
Max looked up as Dillon spoke. The warden continued walking ahead, not turning back to him. "And who the hell is Tia?"
"The girl who killed Poedan's male."
Maybe he should tell Jacob after all. He couldn't be dealing with wardens knowing their own names and having personalities and things. That was far too human. They were probably all reverting and then what would happen?
He reached out to tug on the kid's hood, telling him to stop. "Can you open a door back to the boss man for me, eh? There's a good lad."
Dillon turned around and blinked his black eyes slowly, as if he hadn't understood. "We're on free time."
"I know—"
"Don't you need to go and do your thing?"
"I don't need to do it," Max said, annoyed. "It's not like my bollocks'll explode if I don't get my leg over one night."
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(And that's it!)
So, I stopped writing because I couldn't work out whether Max should actually go and speak to Jacob (that's the Big Bad) or not. Jacob's not appeared in the story yet other than being mentioned a couple of times by Max. Jacob turns teens into these 'Wardens' and they basically lose all their humanity. So by telling Jacob, that means Jacob has to do something about it. I didn't know what. I also didn't know whether I'd lose whatever interesting stuff I might gain by having these wardens regaining parts of their humanity. So, yeah. I just stopped. (This is what you get from not plotting).
So, like I was saying in Phyrebrat's thread, I've not written since Dec 22nd. What I'm going to post next is from my other WiP (Locke & Co), which hasn't been touched since September the 9th. I'm thinking maybe I can get some ideas, or that by posting this it'll kick me into working on it again. Who knows.
This is the very last scene of what I've got so far (which is 27k), so it's not far in, really. These guys are Team Evil. Neither of them are human, one was once. I know this won't make much sense out of context but, maybe you'll still get the gist.
I'll add a question at the end...
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Max decided that what Jacob didn't know wouldn't hurt him so he didn't bother telling him about the encounter with Poedan. Besides, it was getting dark in… he scratched his head and prodded the boy in the back.
"Oi, kid? Where are we?"
They were walking along a street lined with terraced houses that could've been almost anywhere in the world – except Max recognised the British number plates on the cars parked along the road.
"Brislington," the boy said.
"Brislington… Bristol, right? So we're back in the south west." Once they'd left Jacob, the boy had opened a door and Max had quickly followed him through it. Jacob had given them no more instructions and until they were called upon they were free to do whatever they liked. Max cleared his throat nosily and spat onto the pavement. "Any particular reason?"
The kid shrugged. "Used to live here."
"Oh." Well, that was weird. Wardens usually lost every sense of their self after Jacob turned them, but this particular nuisance seemed be clinging to his past like a limpet. "You remember your name, don't you."
"Dillon."
Max snorted. "Poncey-arse name if ever I heard one."
They continued walking in silence. Somewhere in the distance, cats screamed, setting off all the local dogs. Max debated telling Jacob he hadn't turned the boy properly, but then decided that if Jacob was losing his touch, it was nothing to do with him.
"Tia remembers her name too."
Max looked up as Dillon spoke. The warden continued walking ahead, not turning back to him. "And who the hell is Tia?"
"The girl who killed Poedan's male."
Maybe he should tell Jacob after all. He couldn't be dealing with wardens knowing their own names and having personalities and things. That was far too human. They were probably all reverting and then what would happen?
He reached out to tug on the kid's hood, telling him to stop. "Can you open a door back to the boss man for me, eh? There's a good lad."
Dillon turned around and blinked his black eyes slowly, as if he hadn't understood. "We're on free time."
"I know—"
"Don't you need to go and do your thing?"
"I don't need to do it," Max said, annoyed. "It's not like my bollocks'll explode if I don't get my leg over one night."
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(And that's it!)
So, I stopped writing because I couldn't work out whether Max should actually go and speak to Jacob (that's the Big Bad) or not. Jacob's not appeared in the story yet other than being mentioned a couple of times by Max. Jacob turns teens into these 'Wardens' and they basically lose all their humanity. So by telling Jacob, that means Jacob has to do something about it. I didn't know what. I also didn't know whether I'd lose whatever interesting stuff I might gain by having these wardens regaining parts of their humanity. So, yeah. I just stopped. (This is what you get from not plotting).
I'd forget that one, and let me have it 
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