JanNoWriMo: Day 1
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seventheDaily Total: 540 words. Nothing super, but above target! I am pleased.
Overall Total: 540. XD
Work In Progress: as-yet-untitled FFVIII AU in which Irvine is a country singer and Seifer is hired as his bodyguard. This is more fun to write than I thought. I should write crack more often.
Fujin reached out for Seifer's beer, taking a long swig. "Continue."
"Are you supposed to be drinking on the job?" Seifer pulled the mug back to its original place, and smirked. "You guys don't let me do that."
"Owner," Fujin shot back, pulling the mug back possessively. "Different." Fujin and Raijin had hired him on as a bouncer when he'd showed up on their doorstep, jobless and with no prospects, recently ex-mil with a huge chip on his shoulder from the entire experience. Seifer knew they didn't mind supporting him, but his pride chafed from their charity; no matter how ridiculous this job turned out to be, it would be worth it.
"Anyway," Raijin said, sounding weary. "So you got the job?"
"Yeah." Seifer sipped at his water; where to start? "The guy interviewing me was a bit of a weirdo. His office looked like a flea market threw up, and his fashion sense... look, if I ever come home wearing a carpet, shoot me. I hope they don't supply me with some new wardrobe or something." He'd slipped back into his comfortable jeans and shirt; the 'work outfit' lay neatly across the chair in his room, ready for tomorrow morning.
Fujin eyed him contemplatively. "You, leather?" She grinned, evilly. "Could work."
"What's the actual job?" Raijin asked. He grabbed Seifer's glass of water and refilled it from the bar tap.
Seifer sighed. "Basically they want me to babysit the great rock star himself for three weeks. Make sure none of his fans go crazy and give him a black eye or something."
Raijin pursed his lips. "It's kinda funny he needs a bodyguard anyway, y'know? Is he getting death threats or something?"
Fujin gave a loud snort of laughter. "Music, terrible?"
"I have no idea." Seifer shrugged. "He's a country singer, apparently; made it really big on the scene last year. That's all I know, though, and I had to ask the guy at the gym about him."
This obviously may not make the final cut; I'm just trying to write right now. :)
How about you guys? Progress?
Overall Total: 540. XD
Work In Progress: as-yet-untitled FFVIII AU in which Irvine is a country singer and Seifer is hired as his bodyguard. This is more fun to write than I thought. I should write crack more often.
Fujin reached out for Seifer's beer, taking a long swig. "Continue."
"Are you supposed to be drinking on the job?" Seifer pulled the mug back to its original place, and smirked. "You guys don't let me do that."
"Owner," Fujin shot back, pulling the mug back possessively. "Different." Fujin and Raijin had hired him on as a bouncer when he'd showed up on their doorstep, jobless and with no prospects, recently ex-mil with a huge chip on his shoulder from the entire experience. Seifer knew they didn't mind supporting him, but his pride chafed from their charity; no matter how ridiculous this job turned out to be, it would be worth it.
"Anyway," Raijin said, sounding weary. "So you got the job?"
"Yeah." Seifer sipped at his water; where to start? "The guy interviewing me was a bit of a weirdo. His office looked like a flea market threw up, and his fashion sense... look, if I ever come home wearing a carpet, shoot me. I hope they don't supply me with some new wardrobe or something." He'd slipped back into his comfortable jeans and shirt; the 'work outfit' lay neatly across the chair in his room, ready for tomorrow morning.
Fujin eyed him contemplatively. "You, leather?" She grinned, evilly. "Could work."
"What's the actual job?" Raijin asked. He grabbed Seifer's glass of water and refilled it from the bar tap.
Seifer sighed. "Basically they want me to babysit the great rock star himself for three weeks. Make sure none of his fans go crazy and give him a black eye or something."
Raijin pursed his lips. "It's kinda funny he needs a bodyguard anyway, y'know? Is he getting death threats or something?"
Fujin gave a loud snort of laughter. "Music, terrible?"
"I have no idea." Seifer shrugged. "He's a country singer, apparently; made it really big on the scene last year. That's all I know, though, and I had to ask the guy at the gym about him."
This obviously may not make the final cut; I'm just trying to write right now. :)
How about you guys? Progress?
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Date: 2009-01-02 04:55 am (UTC)That is a basically hilarious idea. Kudos.
~Cendri
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Date: 2009-01-02 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-02 05:13 am (UTC)i do like the premise of this AU, though. i kind of hope we get to see more of it this january.
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Date: 2009-01-02 05:15 am (UTC)I wrote about 1000 words today :)
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Date: 2009-01-02 05:36 am (UTC)rofl I love this AU
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Date: 2009-01-02 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-02 02:12 pm (UTC)(I love this.)
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Date: 2009-01-02 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-02 08:13 pm (UTC)I'm hijacking your idea, and doing JanoArMo. So. A sketch a day.
I think I'll post results at the end of the week.
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:07 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, I love this! Mainly because Fujin is AWESOME SNARKY LOVE. ♥! Although now I have the image of Seifer in leather in my head and it won't leave, s-sob.
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