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Develop Your Story / Re: Genechild
« on: August 11, 2013, 07:50:05 PM »
Well, I may as well get started with what I've got so far.
Just a few points before I begin
- I'll be writing in third person present tense
- Feel free to suggest things and don't worry about if I like it, I won't bite your head off!
- If i do use any ideas then I'll try to remember to give you credit. If i haven't PLEASE REMIND ME!!! I'd hate it if you didn't!
I thought i'd start simply with an introduction to the protagonist - Kai - so here it goes.
Genechild - Part 1 (Kai)
The figure shuffles slowly in the rain before stopping in the middle of the courtyard. The figure is soaked through to the skin, but doesn't care. The ragged, makeshift, coat he wears is pulled open slightly and the sound of steel being slid slowly across leather echoes of the four walls surrounding him, but no one hears, because no one comes here. The sword he carries is moderate in length - about the same length of a grown man's arm. It is basic in design - a simple handle with a diamond shaped hilt, with a straight steel blade. There are only two unusual things about this weapon and they are the words Hear my song inscribed on the blade and the fact that it has remained hidden for so long.
The figure however, does not admire the blade. He knows the sword to it's very core. He alone knows the weight and the balance. He alone knows the shape and size. He alone knows the meaning of those three words. He created it so does not need to admire it.
Flourishing the blade he raises it above his head in a readying stance. Quickly and rapidly, he brings it down and from here he executes a series of twirls, leaps, parries and strikes against an invisible opponent. To anyone watching it would appear as an intricate dance - perhaps representing a battle of old. However, against an opponent it would become clear that this person is fighting with a ruthless efficiency and determination. Fighting with a purpose.
It is over as soon as it has begun. The figure sheathes the sword and bows to his imaginary opponent, before unclipping his belt and tucking the illegal item into it's hiding place amongst the scrap metal that litters the area. Then, he leaves. Upon leaving he takes a left out of the alley and bumps into a solid object that would normally not have been there unless someone had put it there. Or if it had put itself there.
"Citizen, you have been found leaving a restricted area. Remove the hood and state your full ID."
The figure looks up at the speaking robot and removes the hood. The figure is a boy of seventeen. His black hair falls into its natural place, with a lock hanging down in front of his strikingly green left eye. He brushes it away and replies:
"Steelyard worker class B. Age 17. Name: Kai Shiguri."
Just a few points before I begin
- I'll be writing in third person present tense
- Feel free to suggest things and don't worry about if I like it, I won't bite your head off!
- If i do use any ideas then I'll try to remember to give you credit. If i haven't PLEASE REMIND ME!!! I'd hate it if you didn't!
I thought i'd start simply with an introduction to the protagonist - Kai - so here it goes.
Genechild - Part 1 (Kai)
The figure shuffles slowly in the rain before stopping in the middle of the courtyard. The figure is soaked through to the skin, but doesn't care. The ragged, makeshift, coat he wears is pulled open slightly and the sound of steel being slid slowly across leather echoes of the four walls surrounding him, but no one hears, because no one comes here. The sword he carries is moderate in length - about the same length of a grown man's arm. It is basic in design - a simple handle with a diamond shaped hilt, with a straight steel blade. There are only two unusual things about this weapon and they are the words Hear my song inscribed on the blade and the fact that it has remained hidden for so long.
The figure however, does not admire the blade. He knows the sword to it's very core. He alone knows the weight and the balance. He alone knows the shape and size. He alone knows the meaning of those three words. He created it so does not need to admire it.
Flourishing the blade he raises it above his head in a readying stance. Quickly and rapidly, he brings it down and from here he executes a series of twirls, leaps, parries and strikes against an invisible opponent. To anyone watching it would appear as an intricate dance - perhaps representing a battle of old. However, against an opponent it would become clear that this person is fighting with a ruthless efficiency and determination. Fighting with a purpose.
It is over as soon as it has begun. The figure sheathes the sword and bows to his imaginary opponent, before unclipping his belt and tucking the illegal item into it's hiding place amongst the scrap metal that litters the area. Then, he leaves. Upon leaving he takes a left out of the alley and bumps into a solid object that would normally not have been there unless someone had put it there. Or if it had put itself there.
"Citizen, you have been found leaving a restricted area. Remove the hood and state your full ID."
The figure looks up at the speaking robot and removes the hood. The figure is a boy of seventeen. His black hair falls into its natural place, with a lock hanging down in front of his strikingly green left eye. He brushes it away and replies:
"Steelyard worker class B. Age 17. Name: Kai Shiguri."
