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Writing Group / Re: Writing Prompts!
« on: December 20, 2010, 10:46:38 AM »
Hello, all. I'm another first-time poster. This is my attempt at Brandon's dialogue prompt. Feel free to critique and make fun of it-- I know I am!
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“So, you must be the new girl.”
“Yeah. I’m Kaccia.”
“I’m Scott. So how are you?”
“Honestly? I feel as if I just dropped into an x-men comic book. This school, this place. Places like this just don’t exist in the real world.”
“You mean people like us. Special people.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, in your wildest dreams did you ever think anything like this was even possible?”
“Sure. Why not? Comic book writers had to get their ideas from somewhere.”
“I still can’t believe I’m a super hero.”
“You’re not, not really. You just have… enhanced abilities.”
“Yeah, I know. Dr. Grismohr explained it already. I still don’t get all the genetic stuff he was trying to explain.”
“Yeah. Well, obviously that’s not your area of enhancement.”
“I guess not. Hey—did you just make fun of me?”
“Of course I did. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t tease the pretty, new girl?”
“Not a very good one, I suppose… “
“Tell me, Kaccia, what’s your nick-name?”
“Oh, I don’t have one. It’s just Kaccia.”
“No, no. Not for your first name. Your real nick-name.”
“I’m not following.”
“Surely they must have called you something in relation to your ability.”
“Oh. I don’t have one.”
“A name virgin, eh? I guess I’ll have to give you a nick-name.”
“Do you have a nick-name?”
“Sure do. It’s Phosphor—because I glow in the dark. But we’ll get back to me later; I wanna know about you. What is it exactly that you do? I tried to ask Lawrence about it, but he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Nothing. “
“Common! Tell me.”
“No. It’s embarrassing.”
“I’ll find out sooner or later. You might as well tell me now and get it over with.”
“I… do you promise not to laugh?”
“I swear.”
“I can find where squirrels find their nuts.”
“What?”
“I can find where squirrels find their nuts. See, squirrels really aren’t that smart. They hide nuts in preparation for the winter, and then they forget where they hide them. Most the time if they find a nut, it’s because it was buried shallowly and they could smell it from the surface. I can find them no matter how deep they are. And I can tell what kind they are too.”
“You’re joking.”
“Um… no. Not really. That’s what I do.”
“That’s the most ridiculous ability I’ve ever heard of!”
“I know.”
“Oh, no, no. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll put that to good use here.”
“Really?”
“Eh. Maybe. But for now, you need a nick name. How about Nut-Case?”
“Maybe…but that makes me sound like I’m crazy! I’m not crazy; in fact, they just let me out of a home because I was definitely not crazy.”
“Alright then. What about Nut-Job?”
“Nut-Job? No way. That sounds too dirty.”
“I know; that’s why I like it. Okay, how about the Nut-Cracker?”
“No. Then people will think that I have something to do with Christmas, and I really don’t even like that holiday. What about… Nutty-Buddy?”
“Pftck! Hahahahaha!”
“Okay, so no. You got anything else?”
“Squirrel Girl?”
“No. There’s a Marvel super hero named Squirrel Girl. She’s really obscure and totally uncool. I’d die of mortification if anyone were to relate me to her.”
“You’re joking! Really? Squirrel Girl is a real comic character? How do you know that?”
“I’ve read fantasy books and comics as long as I can remember. X-men and Red Sonja were by far my favorites. All those years spent wishing I had powers, and now I do… I’m just a geek, I guess.”
“Yeah, you are. That’s all the suggestions I’ve got. Nut-Case is the only one you didn’t flat-out say no to.”
“Okay. I guess I’m stuck with Nut-Case.”
“You know, I kinda like it. It makes you sound …dangerous. It’s like I’d be taking a risk just to talk to you, and that is very, very sexy.”
“Yeah. Cause finding nuts makes me sexy.”
“Of course that part doesn’t. But it’s all in how you go about presenting yourself.”
“And you would know?”
“Of course. I’m an old pro at this stuff.”
“Oh, I forgot. You’re the super-hero meets James Bond man.”
“Pretty much. At least, I could be if I wanted to. I am a government agent, after all. You will be too… if you want to be.”
“Is that really what I’m here for? “
“No. You’re here to learn about your abilities. Most of the time there are things that people can do that they don’t realize they can do, even if they know they are special.”
“So I might be able to do more than find nuts and identify them?”
“You might. Then again you might not. Either way, the training is really good for making people into spy-material.”
“Because it lets them know what their strengths and limitations are, right?”
“Partially. Actually, the majority of the agents that are trained here have pretty sucky powers… kinda like yours. But the training makes you more aware of your surroundings, and it helps your brain focus on minute details that normal people would miss.”
“Does that mean that this school is really just some sort of big government spy-training program?”
“Not at all. In fact, most people that train do not become agents. Most people come, leave and then go on to lead semi-normal lives.”
“I feel like I’m missing something. There has to be another point to this school than just training potential agents and letting most of them go free. Why would the government go to such an extreme to fund this?”
“One word: monitoring. Even though yours, and mine for that matter, is kind of a pansy ability, there are people out there with enhanced abilities who would pose a potential threat to society. The government seeks those people out and they dispose of them if they turn out to be a problem. Because, unlike your precious x-men, the general populous doesn’t know about us.”
___________________________________________________________________________________
“So, you must be the new girl.”
“Yeah. I’m Kaccia.”
“I’m Scott. So how are you?”
“Honestly? I feel as if I just dropped into an x-men comic book. This school, this place. Places like this just don’t exist in the real world.”
“You mean people like us. Special people.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, in your wildest dreams did you ever think anything like this was even possible?”
“Sure. Why not? Comic book writers had to get their ideas from somewhere.”
“I still can’t believe I’m a super hero.”
“You’re not, not really. You just have… enhanced abilities.”
“Yeah, I know. Dr. Grismohr explained it already. I still don’t get all the genetic stuff he was trying to explain.”
“Yeah. Well, obviously that’s not your area of enhancement.”
“I guess not. Hey—did you just make fun of me?”
“Of course I did. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t tease the pretty, new girl?”
“Not a very good one, I suppose… “
“Tell me, Kaccia, what’s your nick-name?”
“Oh, I don’t have one. It’s just Kaccia.”
“No, no. Not for your first name. Your real nick-name.”
“I’m not following.”
“Surely they must have called you something in relation to your ability.”
“Oh. I don’t have one.”
“A name virgin, eh? I guess I’ll have to give you a nick-name.”
“Do you have a nick-name?”
“Sure do. It’s Phosphor—because I glow in the dark. But we’ll get back to me later; I wanna know about you. What is it exactly that you do? I tried to ask Lawrence about it, but he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Nothing. “
“Common! Tell me.”
“No. It’s embarrassing.”
“I’ll find out sooner or later. You might as well tell me now and get it over with.”
“I… do you promise not to laugh?”
“I swear.”
“I can find where squirrels find their nuts.”
“What?”
“I can find where squirrels find their nuts. See, squirrels really aren’t that smart. They hide nuts in preparation for the winter, and then they forget where they hide them. Most the time if they find a nut, it’s because it was buried shallowly and they could smell it from the surface. I can find them no matter how deep they are. And I can tell what kind they are too.”
“You’re joking.”
“Um… no. Not really. That’s what I do.”
“That’s the most ridiculous ability I’ve ever heard of!”
“I know.”
“Oh, no, no. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll put that to good use here.”
“Really?”
“Eh. Maybe. But for now, you need a nick name. How about Nut-Case?”
“Maybe…but that makes me sound like I’m crazy! I’m not crazy; in fact, they just let me out of a home because I was definitely not crazy.”
“Alright then. What about Nut-Job?”
“Nut-Job? No way. That sounds too dirty.”
“I know; that’s why I like it. Okay, how about the Nut-Cracker?”
“No. Then people will think that I have something to do with Christmas, and I really don’t even like that holiday. What about… Nutty-Buddy?”
“Pftck! Hahahahaha!”
“Okay, so no. You got anything else?”
“Squirrel Girl?”
“No. There’s a Marvel super hero named Squirrel Girl. She’s really obscure and totally uncool. I’d die of mortification if anyone were to relate me to her.”
“You’re joking! Really? Squirrel Girl is a real comic character? How do you know that?”
“I’ve read fantasy books and comics as long as I can remember. X-men and Red Sonja were by far my favorites. All those years spent wishing I had powers, and now I do… I’m just a geek, I guess.”
“Yeah, you are. That’s all the suggestions I’ve got. Nut-Case is the only one you didn’t flat-out say no to.”
“Okay. I guess I’m stuck with Nut-Case.”
“You know, I kinda like it. It makes you sound …dangerous. It’s like I’d be taking a risk just to talk to you, and that is very, very sexy.”
“Yeah. Cause finding nuts makes me sexy.”
“Of course that part doesn’t. But it’s all in how you go about presenting yourself.”
“And you would know?”
“Of course. I’m an old pro at this stuff.”
“Oh, I forgot. You’re the super-hero meets James Bond man.”
“Pretty much. At least, I could be if I wanted to. I am a government agent, after all. You will be too… if you want to be.”
“Is that really what I’m here for? “
“No. You’re here to learn about your abilities. Most of the time there are things that people can do that they don’t realize they can do, even if they know they are special.”
“So I might be able to do more than find nuts and identify them?”
“You might. Then again you might not. Either way, the training is really good for making people into spy-material.”
“Because it lets them know what their strengths and limitations are, right?”
“Partially. Actually, the majority of the agents that are trained here have pretty sucky powers… kinda like yours. But the training makes you more aware of your surroundings, and it helps your brain focus on minute details that normal people would miss.”
“Does that mean that this school is really just some sort of big government spy-training program?”
“Not at all. In fact, most people that train do not become agents. Most people come, leave and then go on to lead semi-normal lives.”
“I feel like I’m missing something. There has to be another point to this school than just training potential agents and letting most of them go free. Why would the government go to such an extreme to fund this?”
“One word: monitoring. Even though yours, and mine for that matter, is kind of a pansy ability, there are people out there with enhanced abilities who would pose a potential threat to society. The government seeks those people out and they dispose of them if they turn out to be a problem. Because, unlike your precious x-men, the general populous doesn’t know about us.”