Write Me A Story

[Jiro]

Here's the deal EoFF. November is National Novel Writing Month and I'm participating. I think you should participate too because it'll be fun. Basically, you write as much as you can within that month (the target is 50k words) and then you can say you've written a novel! There's also the chance that what you write is awesome and then you might be able to get it published or something!

If enough of you budding novelists are interested, then we can create ourselves an EoFF NaNoWriMo (cool name huh?) LJ community where we can complain and share ideas and such!

IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN GUYS

So you should all join in on the fun. Don't give me the "I don't have time" excuse, because I have to finish school, go on two holidays and compete at the Australian Athletics championship in that month. If I can do it, so can you!

Get stuck in!

[Freya]

I think this could be an awesome thing! Plus since we all at least vaguely know each other it'll be a little bit more comfortable for us to bounce ideas off each other :P

I'm up for it!

[Agrias]

Well i'm going to strongly consider it.

[rubah]

I can't even bring myself to do my homework and you're asking me to write a novella?!

I guess it is a good way to procrastinate

[Psychotic]

I could write more of my EoFF fanfiction!

[Agrias]

I could write more of my EoFF fanfiction!

Oh and whats it about? :o

[Jiro]

I can't even bring myself to do my homework and you're asking me to write a novella?!

I guess it is a good way to procrastinate

I'm not asking you, I'm <s>demanding</s> pleading with you. You know you want to do it!

This is the most productive form of procrastination I have found. You should attempt to write about your homework so that you're effectively killing two birds with one stone.

[krissy]

Psy picked up the drill after wiping his brow and threw a worried look at rubah. She returned it.

"Are you little bitches slacking on the job?" the coarse, pubescent and often whiny voice of Roogle echoed through the cavern, and Psy looked behind a dollar-store plastic table where Roogle sat, continuously scribbling on his blueprints.

"No, but-" rubah started, and didn't finish before Roogle flipped them the bird.

"Get your scrawny dicks back into the digging, or I swear I'll take you both back to the slammer myself. You two owe me your freedom and ipso facto I own your lazy bodies until this job is over," Roogle held a glare from above his aviators in a way that reminded Psy of Uzbekistan. It was a memory he did not enjoy reliving, and he went back to drilling so that any possibility of a repeat of Uzbekistan would not occur.

Just a few more hours, Psy thought to himself, and then he could get as far away from Roogle as his legs and his share of the cash (however tiny it will probably be) will take him. Digging into the Square-Enix money vault was a risky idea, and when Roogle first explained it to him during the jail break it made him sick. There was a very good possibility that he was being thrown into a situation worse than death row. His previous fate may have been kinder than what was about to take place. But you don't say no to Roogle after he shot two cops and crashed your transport van. No, saying no then would make him angry. And Psy was genuinely scared of Roogle ever since Uzbekistan.

He had no idea why rubah was here but she was digging. Her job for the past week was the accumulation of explosives, which worked out fine for the plan but a little less fine for her eyes, which were circled with blackness. Psy wasn't interested in how she got the C4, and he wasn't interested where Roogle busted her out of (and what she paying her debt to society for). He was only interested in keeping the peace until this was over. He hadn't been on good terms with her since before Tavrobel assassinated the premier of FFO. He wasn't comfortable with her methodology during that time. He wasn't comfortable with his own methodology during that time. As much as you try to grow beyond the past, sometimes the past will not let you get away. It will envelop you like a tentacle monster and devour your purity every night, with every bottle of scotch downed.

Roogle spat and swore as his cell phone started ringing. Psy knew the ringtone, he had learned it well in the past week. Rantzien was giving a status update from the surface.

"Don't you give me that bull, you little nutpuncher," Roogle growled into his cellphone, "You're up there to MAKE SURE that no one enters the hole. If someone did, then the next hole that's gonna be entered is gonna be yours, you hear me you major disappointment?"

Psy kept drilling. But he began to think. The only other person that knew about the dig today was...

"Oh no, it Rirse," Roogle scoffed as the hooded figure walked into view from the entrance, boots shuffling rhythmically.

[Jiro]

I'll assume that's an application to join then!

[Freya]

bahahah I love it!

[Psychotic]

But what happened in Uzbekistan?

[Wolf Kanno]

Might give me an excuse to go back to something I've been working on or at least start writing down on paper my other ideas. I've been putting off my writing for years.

[rubah]

... I walked into a door

[theundeadhero]

Roogle is <i>always</i> that way

[The Summoner of Leviathan]

I am in if I can get my arse in gear!