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Hiikaru is the most adorable! I demand we make you NaNo mascot.
...Yeah I have very few words because I didn't plan out this story enough D:
damn it I should've went with the ones where I actually knew what I was gonna do.
You crazy? ... Well, apparently you are Crazy. But yeah I've had to do one battle scene and hrgh it was so slowgoing. Kinda mostly because I of course had to look up on BP for every single move for visual description and then hey, while I was on the internet, might as well check this that and the other... so um :|.
What are you talking about this is cool beans. Anita is awesome and is going to be super bad-ass with a spatula. Or a frying pan. Or something.really awesome writing
speaking of chapters I'm probably going to have to cut those down to like six or something considering the length of what I'm calling chapters hurp. speaking of chapters off to finish the first one!! ganbatte, tudo mundo! \o/
ALSO SINCE I FORGOT TO SAY IT IN THE LAST POST we could definitely use the help, Midnight, although I don't know whether I should add you to Team A because then it would have too many people--I've been trying to balance the distribution. If Team B wouldn't mind taking one of the people who has nothing, though, hint-hint... or if no one else actually cares that the numbers are so far off. That too.
On a side note, I love how we're only six-seven days in and this thread is already almost as long as the last two years' were by December.
7:21, the hoot-hoot clock said, glowing softly in the gloom.
So he still had the better part of five hours. Tom settled down in front of his table and, flicking on the lights, started on his homework.
“— just stay there?! After what happened?” The noise was rising; his mother was screaming now, her hysterical cries trying to overpower his grandfather’s ranting, but to no avail.
“— it’s not his problem — the League — “
“— it’s always the League with you, isn’t it?! Can’t you just —“
Tom turned back to his homework, trying to focus on the fundamentals of pokemon handling. A sound of something heavy slamming against a table vibrated through the room, and Tom nearly dropped his pencil. The house fell into a deep silence, the only sound being the buzzing of the television. His father’s up. Tom peered at the clock – 7:27 – and sighed, tapping his pencil against the book. Psychic pokemon are extremely sensitive to emotion; Ralts, for example, have been known to only appear to humans thinking positive thoughts and are known to teleport away the minute they sense hostility. Extended studies show that...
A low murmur started in the living room, his father saying something too soft for Tom to hear. It was followed by another stretch of silence – Tom silently prayed for the argument to end right here, and everyone could go back to their rooms and spend their night in peace, but of course his wish wouldn’t be granted. It simply wasn’t in the routine.
Grrr. This had completely slipped my mind and I had completely forgotten about NaNoWriMo. Should I start a little late or wait until next year? I've been thinking of a Haruhi-Yotsuba crossover for my own amusement.
i'm doing terribly. :( went to see a concert yesterday and the school play Friday night so that... cost me. and my chemistry teacher decided to assign a retarded amt of homework...
Midnight should join us and then we should steal Negrek and Cirrus from the other two teams and be Team Modforce. (with some, uh, other people.)
Stepping over to me, Ashton put his hands on my face, pressing the ends on my lips upwards toward my cheeks. “It seems we both have some family ties that are going to haunt us. But for now, cheer up and smile, kid,” he said in the most serious way.
"NaNoWriMo counter, what is Crazy Linoone's current word count?"
"IT'S OVER 10,000!!!"
MidnightSaboteur said:Trade Cirrus for ECM and Negrek for Superbird?
"So," Rhombus spoke up about a minute later, "When are we going to go meet the neighbors?"
"Hmm... good question," Pugh said. "I think I just found a map of the area that has the place marked, so... how about right now?"
Everyone strapped themselves back in, and soon the Bloodmobile was rolling off down the road once again. This time, it wasn't such a long drive--just one mile down the highway, Pugh made a right turn onto an unmarked road leading into a forested area. Before too long, the freshly-paved road gave way to an older one; another mile or so down the road, even that asphault was gone, replaced by loosely-packed gravel. By the time they reached their destination, the road was little more than a dirt path with trees leaning in close on either side, barely giving the Bloodmobile enough room to move.
In a clearing just about a hundred feet down the road, shaded by the older and taller trees that rose high above the ground, were three run-down old trailers propped up on cinderblocks. The grass around them looked like it hadn't been trimmed at all in months, if not years; occasionally part of an old appliance or a broken children's toy could be seen poking up between the tall green blades, but for the most part it was impossible to tell what might be lying hidden in the yard. The only thing clearly visible above the grass was a scarecrow, shaped roughly like a human body but with X'ed-out eyes and various rips and tears in its clothing. Hanging around its neck was a sign clearly labeled "NO TRESSPASSING."
"Uh... I dunno... I don't think I like the look of this place," Steve said, almost shivering at the sight of the apparently-strangled scarecrow.
"Not exactly the most welcoming," Zamboni mumbled, glancing around the yard as the Bloodmobile rolled to a stop just short of the disturbing scarecrow. "But who knows? Maybe they're just getting too old to keep the place cleaned up like they used to."
"Something tells me that's not too likely," Crurotarsi said. "Probably the whole 'sign choking the scarecrow with X'ed-out eyes' thing. Kinda hard to do that by accident."
Well I'm done for today.You know, the funnest thing about this entire thing so far is seeing the stupidity of Microsoft Word's grammar-check. I swear, 9/10 times it's absolutely horrible grammar that they're recommending for my perfect grammar. *sigh* Microsoft needs to program their programs better =P.
Also. Dear Hiikaru: Can you make miniature versions of yourself that switch on and off and cheer adorable, inspirational things concerning NaNoWriMo in a somewhat fangirly voice? I'd pay almost any amount of money for it.