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...because I just watched the trailer for Star Trek Into Darkness and Benedict Cumberbatch is so awesome and stuff is being blown up and aa;sldfkj q;weoi j. So I have all excitedness feelings so I must force these feelings into creativeness. BecaUSE who actually finishes their Nano novel? Not me!
Oi. So... don't know what this is about. Please let your Chatterboxery imaginations do whatever they want with this sentence. Well, sentences.
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Cercil leaned against the wall, shaking. "Did you do it?" Vass asked him, her voice cold, as it always was. Who was he kidding? It wasn't like Vass would ever be proud of him or something. "Did you finish the job?"
Cercil nodded, wiping sweaty palms on dirty pants.
"Were you seen?" Vass asked.
Cercil shook his head. "No. But Donovan... he'll know it was me. Donovan always knows."
Vass lifted an elegant eyebrow. "How?"
"He's- it's- well, D-Donovan always knows. He and Kester. They always know it's me."
Vass frowned. "We should start moving, then."
Cercil nodded, twice, quickly. He had done it.
submitted by SC, age FOR NARNIA, ALLONS-Y!
(December 7, 2012 - 9:17 pm)
(December 7, 2012 - 9:17 pm)
They moved quickly through the streets of New York. They made sure to dodge anyone who looked important. They had learned the art of blending in long ago; now was not the time to forget.
"Stop," Vass whispered. He tilted his head toward a cop. "We need to split up," he told Cercil. "That's not a regular cop. He's been sent by Mr. T. Just look at his uniform."
Cercil quickly turned on his heel and made it look like he forgot something. "Bakery, bakery," he muttered, just loud enough for the cop to hear. On his way inside, he checked himself in the window. Good, he was still disguised. "Hello, Maude," he said to the red-headed woman inside. Her son, Kole, was clinging to her skirts. "And hi there Koley," he said as the boy clung even harder to the soft fabric. He looked around the shop like he was looking at the goods. In reality, he was making sure the cop was gone. "Can I have some of those soft rolls you make?" The cop definitely hadn't followed him into the shop.
"I have a fresh batch in the back," she said. Another customer stepped in the line behind Cercil. "You know it well enough, why not get it yourself?"
"Alright, then, Maudy. See you later, Kole." He gave a slight wave from beneath his mother. Cercil walked to the back room. The back door closed behind him as he slipped out into the alleyway in back. Sweet freedom! No one following him and no Vass to boss him around.
He was enjoying his freedom so much, he didn't even notice when he ran straight into a man. A man in uniform. "Buttons."
(December 8, 2012 - 1:07 pm)
"Buttons." The man stared down at Cercil menacingly.
"Wh-what?" Cercil's eyes darted around, nervous, like a deer about to be killed.
"I said Buttons, boy! You know the rules. You need the Button to be out here. Unless you didn't register..." The man's raised his left eyebrow so much that it disappeared under his black fringe.
Cercil's heart raced. He didn't have a Button. If he'd gone to register, they would've found out, found out that his parents were rebels who had tried to blow up the Headquarters. He wiped his sweaty palms across his jeans slowly. He knew what Vass would say to this. He would shake his head and roll his eyes as he always did when Cercil messed up.
"Boy! I don't have all day to stand here! Either you show me the button or I'll take you with me." The officer growled, his scowl becoming deeper.
"I-I have it right here." Stupid Kid! Acting like some idiot. Vass's voice said in his head. He groped in the pocket of his fading grey coat. Think fast. He told himself. Suddenly his fingers felt the cool metal of his knife. The one with his father's name engraved in the hilt. "Here it is!" He tried to make his voice sound as bright as possible. In seconds his hand shot out of his pocket, flipping the blade open and holding it to the man's neck. The man's hand went for his phone that was attached to his belt.
"If you call for help I'll slice you're throat." Cercil gulped at the thought of blood but managed to keep his hand steady.
"Then do it kid!" The officer's voice sounded strained, maybe angry yet nowhere near scared.
Cercil hesitated.
The officer pressed the EMERGENCY button on his phone.
Sirens.
Cercil turned on his heel and headed for the next-best alley way. He skidded around the corner of a white building, stuffing his knife into his pocket as he ran. He heard something that sounded like a bullet piercing glass. And then everything went dark.
(December 10, 2012 - 12:09 pm)
Yes, Cercil. Everything is dark and there is no one here and there is a cop chasing you looking for your nonexistant button and most importantly YOU HAVE NO SOFT ROLLS. Cercil thought.
"Puwar," he said deliriously.
"Puwar indeed, earthling." A green face was staring at him, and talking in a distorted voice.
Of all the things that could happen to you in life, did you ever think of an alien abduction? Of course you didn't, my dear Cercil. You never know what is going to happen because you're ignorant.
"Take me to your leader," the alien said. She started giggling.
"French the llama, Cercil. Are you suffering from amnesia or what?" The girl took off her alien mask and revealed a freckle with a face on it. Literally, her face had been invaded by freckles.
"Mmf," Cercil grunted, and sat up. "So why is my sister pretending she is an alien when I'm passed out in an alley?"
"Well," the girl began, "for one," then she went all girly, "like totally, Cercil. You practically got shot by a gun, you're in the only section of town where daddy is like 'you stay away from there Mister Cercil or else' and worst of all," she paused for dramatic effect.
"Spare me."
"And worst of all Mommy's not able to work because you used all her staples!" she squealed.
"I don't think I used that much. I don't hoard rations, like you do," Cercil defended.
"Rations of what?"
"Stop being snotty and just let me go home."
"We got the office supplies yesterday, Cercil," the girl whined, "and you're the only one who used them. And now there's a shortage of taaaaaaape."
"Who cares?"
"Mommy does." She gave Cercil a puppy face.
"Mommy this, mommy that," Cercil imitated. "Sure, if I used all the staples, so what?"
"Mommy says that she's going to be unhappy."
"People with chronic depression are always unhappy. I'm going home." Cercil stopped at the underground station.
"And as I recall you used up all your travel card space," he yelled back at the girl, and walked down the stairs.
(December 10, 2012 - 5:03 pm)
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(December 8, 2012 - 10:02 pm)
So, are we just supposed to pick up where the last person left off?
(December 10, 2012 - 10:49 pm)
Yes, that's how an RR (Round Robin) works. :)
(December 11, 2012 - 10:18 am)