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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 16, 2008 20:34:03 GMT -5
Welcome, cozy!
You nearly gave me a heart attack.
Your word prompt, in the third person, is:
Under the rain
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Post by Cozy on Aug 17, 2008 0:23:21 GMT -5
Shoving a few rain-slicked curls from his eyes, Harlan groped hastily along the alley wall in search of a connecting passage. He had to get out. He couldn't be seen like this, it didn't matter by who. On his split lips he could still taste the blood from the one good blow the dealer had managed to land before he fell victim to Harlan's switchblade.
He didn't know if the other man was dead or alive. The downpour had served to clean away some of the blood, but other than that, the man still lay in a slack heap where he had fallen. If it was an act, Harlan reasoned, then he couldn't risk coming too close. And if it wasn't...
His nails scrabbled nervously over the rough surface of the wall, fingers clutching hopefully in the darkness. Just behind his ears he could feel the low thrum of his own pulse, and he swallowed forcefully to try to clear the sensation. Just get out of here. The low thud of footfalls in the mouth of the alley made him jump before he could stop himself.
No. Maybe, whoever they were, the rain would make them as blind to him as he was to them. He could barely even make out the row of trash bags in the middle of the alleyway. Maybe they'd just pass by. Eyes narrowing, he drew a sharp, silent breath and fell still.
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Post by Cozy on Aug 17, 2008 0:26:21 GMT -5
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 0:31:48 GMT -5
-applause-
^.^;
Challenge:
Multiple flashlights sweep the alley. It's the victims posse, come to his aide, though admittedly a bit late. One of which is an enraged and frantic lover, a redhead female a few slices short of a loaf.
(first person)
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 17, 2008 1:09:53 GMT -5
Nice, so far! I just want to add, no need to put the 'reason for editing' post. (;
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Post by Cozy on Aug 17, 2008 1:23:33 GMT -5
My breath catches in my throat. Squinting against the harsh lights, I raise one hand to shield my eyes. Slowly, the figures in front of me begin to unblur.
I've seen all these pieces of shit before, hanging around in the mouths of alleys just before nightfall. Donzetti's gang. An unbidden frown crosses my lips, though it's cut short with a hiss at the sparks of pain it brings with it. Silently, I take a quick count. There are four of them, counting Elsa. (Though I guess, counting her, there could be any number. And judging by her face, she's gonna' count for at least two tonight.)
My eyes narrow, my mouth thinning into a firm line. In my pocket, I can still feel the weight of the switchblade. The muscles in my arm coil beneath my jacket sleeve, readying themselves. And then, in one swift, sharp motion, the blade is ready again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 1:31:45 GMT -5
Yay! I think you did exceptionally well my dear.
Your writing talents are thus far proved, and so I give you my official stamp of administrative approval!
-stamp-
And now, might I implore you to create a character sheet?
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Post by Maestro on Aug 17, 2008 1:46:07 GMT -5
*grins evilly* Glad to see you've been approved. And welcome to the boards, officially!
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