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Adam and Calliope.

SCENE 1
(Scene opens on a comfortably messy study; the way things are strewn about it's obvious that to someone out there, it is perfectly organized. None of the furnishings match each other, though each piece looks well-worn and well-loved. Though there is a writing table sitting against one wall with papers piled haphazardly on top of it, the writer is seated elsewhere; ADAM, an up-and-coming novelist, is seated cross-legged in a faded armchair with a laptop sitting on his legs, hunched over the machine and staring down at a blank screen. His eyes are frustrated and blank; he's been up for days, feebly testing out a new paragra

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NaNo Day OneI can't resist from letting my foot tap on the ground as I sit and wait. Everyone around me seems so much more relaxed than I, casually talking to their partner, and here I am, hands clasping each other in a death grip, foot relentlessly tapping against the tiled floor. The staccato beat is surprisingly soothing, actually; though I'm sure it is managing to get on the nerves of some other people, considering the massive amount of nasty stares-death glares, I think some people call them-I continue to collect from everyone who passes.

Then again, who are they to judge? The lot of them seem so calm and relaxed, just sitting and wait NaNo Day One
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Dreams kinda suck.She was warm, and it was nice.

Her evening had been spent at a gloriously lavish dinner; dancing was involved, as was drinking, though nothing bad enough to get her terribly off-kilter. She had just enough wine(God, the wine! The sweetest vintage she'd ever consumed, and so very easy in her stomach) to make everything all the more exciting. His hands were large and wrapped themselves completely around hers, rough enough to make her feel protected but soft enough to prevent scratching hers to all hell. She rested her head on his chest and was greeted with an overwhelming rush of delicious musk, causing her eyes to slip closed and Dreams kinda suck.
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Fall.(Lights begin dim on a completely neutral looking sidewalk—nothing on screen is out of the ordinary at the least. The lights are a warm orange colour, like the sun’s begun to set. The only real piece of set (other than a painted background, possibly) is a tall building that extends up past the top frame of the stage, sitting on far stage right. It looks ominous, and casts a shadow over the entire set. All logical light is dim because of the height of this building. From stage left, a person enters on crutches; they look very bruised and haggard, but educated. A good man who’s been through a tough time. Their eyes are circled wi Fall.
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We Hate It WhenThe sigh she let out seemed to propel her backwards; she fell onto the bed with a complete defeated lifelessness, what little breath she had left in her knocked out in a pathetic wheeze when the springs in the mattress sent her flopping across the sheetless messy thing. Her eyes stared up at the blurred shapes in the moulded ceiling, since her glasses had been thrown off of her face with the initial descent. Even when she felt her arm bend at a sharply uncomfortable angle and a sudden mess of hair rubbed against her neck, she didn’t bother to tear her eyes from the blurred mess of the ceiling. She simply didn’t have the energy. She& We Hate It When
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Holy crap.

Sun Oct 25, 2009, 3:05 PM

It's been ages since I've updated this thing.

Don't worry though. NaNoWriMo is next month, and I will fordefinite be participating.

(Even if I don't finish all fifty thousand words, it'll give me something to post.)

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Current Residence: Roswell.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Fatass.
Interests: Reading, writing, music, singing, acting like a jackass in public
Favourite movie: Pan\\\'s Labyrinth, Labyrinth, Across the Universe, Rocky Horror
Favourite band or musician: David Bowie, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Dresden Dolls, Elvis Costello
Favourite genre of music: Anything but country.
Favourite artist: Escher.
Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King, Thomas Harris, Chuck Paulahuniuk (or however the hell his name\\\'s spelled)
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Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, retardation