Sunday, November 4, 2007

   djy
So, I got back my one thing I had to write for English. I'm not too bored, since I'm working on Epic on the Unsaid Works board, but I might as well type it up on here anyway just for something to do.

So, open scene with dialog written by the prof. Everything else added by me:

The fourteen-year-old, Dice, with dark hair followedhis mentor through the darkened streets. Snapdragon's long black hair fanned out behind him as he walked briskly to a lone dilapidated house. Snapdragon pointed at the small window next to the door. Dice wrapped up his hand, smashed it, and unlocked the door. The two proceeded upstairs.
As Dice was looking in a spare room, Snapdragon had found what they were looking for and whistled for him. Dice hurried towards the sound and found himself in the master bedroom. Snapdragon had caught the man who'd cheated him at his late poker game and tied him up. The mentor nodded at the student. Dice took out his gun but didn't aim.
"I'm not really sure about this," Dice said nervously. "I mean...."
"What, this doesn't work for you," Snapdragon asked in a small growl. "You don't want to do this?" Dice felt the metal in his hand.
"It's not that, I just feel at times like this isn't going to matter at all," Dice said, "know what I mean?" Dice still couldn't tell Snapdragon that it was is fault the man whimpering into the gag was able to cheat.
"Yes," Snapdragon said, looking slightly confused, "but still...it's not like it's something we've never done before. You've never had a problem before this."
"Things change," Dice said with a shrug.
"Well, of course things change," Snapdragon snapped. Dice flinched and the mentor took a dep breath to try to calm himself. "But even then, this is rather sudden, don't you think? I just don't understand why." Again, Dice briefly thought about how wrong it was to slip that ace to the tied man.
"It's not like...," Dice said but lost his nerve, "forget it."
"It's not like what," Snapdragon asked, starting to look slightly concerned about Dice's behavior. "I'm not going to just forget it."
"Look, do we have to get into this now," Dice asked, nodding towards their captive. He was trying to inch away. Snapdragon stomped on his back.
"Yes, we do," Snapdragon said firmly. "This is something I thought was important to both of us, and apparently I was wrong. I deserve to know what the deal is." Dice's eyes shifted to the man squirming under Snapdragon's foot. He was going to die, Snapdragon would see to that.
"I just don't think we should talk about this right now," Dice said. "Not like this." Snapdragon noticed him staring at the captive and gave the gagged man a kick.
"Why not," Snapdragon asked snidely. "What better time would there be? I honestly think that you'll conveniently forget about it, and we'll never manage to talkabout this, because you'll always want to put it off until later." Snapdragon glared at Dice, grinding his heel angrily into his prisoner's spine.
"Look, I'm not comfortable talking about this here, and now," Dice said, watching the captive's gag carefully. He wondered if he said anything to Snapdragon before that was put in place. "This isn't the time, it isn't the place."
"Then when is the time," Snapdragon growled. "Where is the place? I don't understand you at all at times. One moment you're fine with everything, and then suddenly you're not sure, you're uncomfortable talking about it.... I thought this meant something...."Dice raised his gun slightly to watch the street light below reflect off it. Snapdragon had saved his life, taking him in, given him a home.
"It does," Dice said, putting his gun back into his holster. "I just...give me some time to think, okay? I swear I'll talk with you about it later."
"I bet," Snapdragon said dryly. He clearly didn't believe Dice. "Well, you just enjoy your thinking time, and call me when you want to talk." Dice forced a grin. In a dangrous show of trust, he turned his back on Snapdragon and left the room. As he reached the downstairs, he heard Snapdragon's gun fire.

Not part of the story, just something for class with these two characters. Dice Rebels and Snapdragon Rambler belong to me, an no one else. They're actually in the same "story" as Mica Masters. Man, he creeps me out. However, the Devil doesn't wear ruby red lipstick or hold a hand of cards. The Devil has a flashy grin and a rebelious roll.

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