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Nov. 7th, 2010 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keykSometimes I think I can feel like crap on request at the drop of a hat. I'm awfully good at it. :|b
The story and character roles for the Counterpoint still needs loooots of tweaking (and having my sister setting her characters down a bit more, which I think involves waiting for them to age and grow), but it's a project I have no plans on dropping. A good chunk of the reason why I'm attempting to join the engineering department. So have them and a bunch of words. No two characters (minus Mr. DID Isaac with the equilibrium sign) are the same here.
"Well, before I gotta fly, got any quick steaming questions for me?"
"Th-that's, uh... S-sorry. My mind's going haywire."
"And have him hoist by his own petard? Clever you. Good luck pulling it off, 'Sir Hubris.'"
"I'm a private detective, sir. My reputation as one is perfect, and I won't let that change. I'm not free, but you won't lose a single limb hiring me. Are you yet satisfied? I do enjoy having a job to do."
"Don't like my joint? THEN GO HOME, PUNK."
"ALL RIGHT!! I'll fold! So what do you want? Just stop bugging me..."
"...What do you propose I do?"
"The suburbs are surprisingly noisy today..."
"Er...immigration isn't easy, hun."
"AGAIN? REALLY?"
"The reporter and mystery novelist in me couldn't possible be more ENTHUSED!!!"
"Trust me. I'm good at this."
"A little compassion runs quite a ways, the way I see it."
"Not at all!!! I like seeing children enjoy math."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I supposed to give you a blessing now?"
"...."
"You're just imagining things. Pay it no mind!"
"Please...tell us about our children..."
I can only manage dumps right now. UGH, creativity, wherefore art thou not here?
The story and character roles for the Counterpoint still needs loooots of tweaking (and having my sister setting her characters down a bit more, which I think involves waiting for them to age and grow), but it's a project I have no plans on dropping. A good chunk of the reason why I'm attempting to join the engineering department. So have them and a bunch of words. No two characters (minus Mr. DID Isaac with the equilibrium sign) are the same here.
"Well, before I gotta fly, got any quick steaming questions for me?"
"Th-that's, uh... S-sorry. My mind's going haywire."
"And have him hoist by his own petard? Clever you. Good luck pulling it off, 'Sir Hubris.'"
"I'm a private detective, sir. My reputation as one is perfect, and I won't let that change. I'm not free, but you won't lose a single limb hiring me. Are you yet satisfied? I do enjoy having a job to do."
"Don't like my joint? THEN GO HOME, PUNK."
"ALL RIGHT!! I'll fold! So what do you want? Just stop bugging me..."
"...What do you propose I do?"
"The suburbs are surprisingly noisy today..."
"Er...immigration isn't easy, hun."
"AGAIN? REALLY?"
"The reporter and mystery novelist in me couldn't possible be more ENTHUSED!!!"
"Trust me. I'm good at this."
"A little compassion runs quite a ways, the way I see it."
"Not at all!!! I like seeing children enjoy math."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I supposed to give you a blessing now?"
"...."
"You're just imagining things. Pay it no mind!"
"Please...tell us about our children..."
I can only manage dumps right now. UGH, creativity, wherefore art thou not here?
