13 June 2012
One of the stranger things about this thing is the fact that I can just write as I usually would, sitting here at this desk, and yet have the characters I created sitting around me, living and breathing as if they were born and had been alive for the same time as I had. It was an amazing feeling, sure. But man... It was weird.
I'd just put down my pen when I saw the first person comment, asking the first of what seemed many.
"Yates, why do you kill?"
My face = O.o
Seriously, the first question you ask to any of the characters, and it's about death. Great! Awesome way to start it off.
But then the questions came rolling in, one after another. Although they only lasted one day. But I suppose we couldn't ALL be in the studio all the time, so it worked out for all of us. It had been a somewhat success. Everybody enjoyed it, at least.
Sarah was happy that her new stuff was released this week, but she wasn't pleased that the chapter was short. A whack across the head was the thanks for that. At least she gets to have a longer part next time.
And whilst I was pondering about what I could do, Travis said to me about something he'd seen on TV earlier that day.
"Dude, why not have a go at writing a one-off on a hacker?"
Rena had responded that she was the resident hacker. "Uhh, remember I'm here too you know."
"No, no," Travis answered, taking off his headphones from around his neck. "I mean in like a darker way. More subtle. I dunno..." His eyes fell to his iPhone, then pointed at it. "Hacking using an app on a smartphone. You could do all sorts of things: take over phones, access private networks, you know..." Travis pointed at Rena. "Her sorta shit."
I nodded. "I can see what you mean. A hacker of the modern age. Subtle, yet powerful. A teenager?"
"Gotta be an older teenager though," said Rena, crossing her arms over her breasts. "Ya don't want a fifteen year old dude messing with this stuff."
I scoffed at her. "Says you! The girl who hacked into a network barely into her teens?"
Rena smiled at us smugly. "Yeah well, I'm smart."
Yates let out a small chuckle. "Of course you are." The sarcasm was evident in his voice. Who invited this prat anyway?
A click of a gun out of nowhere made all of us jump. "A few seconds I've been here, and I already hate your guts."
"Who are you?!"
The voice came from a boy about five feet from the table, within the shadows. He had a small cap atop his head, and a long, dark jacket. He looked as if he walked with a shuffle, his life spent as if trying to hide from others, and this slightly bent-over posture was the result. He put the gun - a small pistol with a suppressor - inside his jacket. "Name's Jack Yamato, but I'd rather you call me by my surname."
I looked at him with a grin. "Now this is the guy I want! Perfect look about him. A killer, a hacker, a dark-humoured wise-ass." Yamato looked at me with a dark grin, and gave me a nod.
"It's why I'm in this world, boss. I'm your image of the story. So write the story, and create my world."
ToLife, Week 2 • Opuss № I