Post by TheFinch on Nov 16, 2007 0:23:22 GMT
Well, heres the first lil' bit of the Sci-Fi ish story I talked about.
It kinda lays it out, but might be a bit quick. Comments plzthxbai!
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Modelled Uniqueness
The air was certainly crisp. Adam Ryans exhaled, and his breath was clearly visable against the blackness of the night sky. It was white as smoke, but disappeared into the atmosphere faster. It was also far less dangerous to his health.
The park was mostly empty. A few teen girls sat on the bench by the big stone archway which led the public from the dusty concrete streets to the tarmac paths of the dingy greenery. They shared a smoke, and had a couple of cans of White Lightening Cider. Judging by the noise they were making, it was more than enough to set them into a tipsy giggles. They were the kind of girls who wore the tiniest of tops, and a skirt which was technically classified a belt and then complained of being cold. Most were blond, startlingly made up with painted nails. What they were doing in a park this late dressed like that, well, Ryan would never know. He caught an admired glance from one of them, and rolled his eyes skyward.
Footsteps broke his thoughts. They were owned by a set of tattered Converse AllStars which, in turn, were owned by another teen ‘heart throb’. Neal Alford was slightly older than Adam, but looked a good few years his senior. Hairs sprouted from his small chin, a few protruding from above his top lip. His hair was flicked back from his eyes, and his body was covered in a hoody and slightly torn jeans.
Ryan smiled wryly. “Saviour,” he muttered, rising from his deserted wooden seat and jerking a thumb toward the girls, all of which now had gone silent. “At least it’s more likely that you get raped,”
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They ended up back at Neal’s house, a family house in an ‘iffy’ part of town. The family car was absent from the stony driveway, the telling sign that his parents were away for the week. Unlocking the door, he looked back at Adam with a smirk. “Watch the expensive stuff. Y’know, TV, PS3,” He warned, pushing the door open
The cool air was replaced with warm, the shoes replaced with socks and the empty hands replaced with a beer bottle. “C’mon, one more time,” Neal grinned, launching the TV remote at Adam's head before he even got the chance to inhale air into his lungs in which to voice his objections with. He focused some of his energy on the soaring plastic object, forcing his mind to stop the molecules of the plastic and metals going any further through the air. The remote slowed to a halt, staying stock still in the atmosphere. Adam lifted his right hand and, connecting his mind back to the remote, made the obect move a few inches to make sure he'd got a firm 'grip' on it. The hard part done, he flicked his index finger towards the sofa. A mini slingshot effect occurred, and after a delay of a few microseconds, the speed of the remote finally caught up with his disconnecting mind. It rocketed from Adam's mind’s grasp, sailing through the air and landing with a thud on the leather surface of the main settee. Neal laughed heartily, and looked at him through squinted eyes.
“That,” He commented, wiping a lone tear from his eye. “Gets me every time,”
It kinda lays it out, but might be a bit quick. Comments plzthxbai!
________________________
Modelled Uniqueness
The air was certainly crisp. Adam Ryans exhaled, and his breath was clearly visable against the blackness of the night sky. It was white as smoke, but disappeared into the atmosphere faster. It was also far less dangerous to his health.
The park was mostly empty. A few teen girls sat on the bench by the big stone archway which led the public from the dusty concrete streets to the tarmac paths of the dingy greenery. They shared a smoke, and had a couple of cans of White Lightening Cider. Judging by the noise they were making, it was more than enough to set them into a tipsy giggles. They were the kind of girls who wore the tiniest of tops, and a skirt which was technically classified a belt and then complained of being cold. Most were blond, startlingly made up with painted nails. What they were doing in a park this late dressed like that, well, Ryan would never know. He caught an admired glance from one of them, and rolled his eyes skyward.
Footsteps broke his thoughts. They were owned by a set of tattered Converse AllStars which, in turn, were owned by another teen ‘heart throb’. Neal Alford was slightly older than Adam, but looked a good few years his senior. Hairs sprouted from his small chin, a few protruding from above his top lip. His hair was flicked back from his eyes, and his body was covered in a hoody and slightly torn jeans.
Ryan smiled wryly. “Saviour,” he muttered, rising from his deserted wooden seat and jerking a thumb toward the girls, all of which now had gone silent. “At least it’s more likely that you get raped,”
****************
They ended up back at Neal’s house, a family house in an ‘iffy’ part of town. The family car was absent from the stony driveway, the telling sign that his parents were away for the week. Unlocking the door, he looked back at Adam with a smirk. “Watch the expensive stuff. Y’know, TV, PS3,” He warned, pushing the door open
The cool air was replaced with warm, the shoes replaced with socks and the empty hands replaced with a beer bottle. “C’mon, one more time,” Neal grinned, launching the TV remote at Adam's head before he even got the chance to inhale air into his lungs in which to voice his objections with. He focused some of his energy on the soaring plastic object, forcing his mind to stop the molecules of the plastic and metals going any further through the air. The remote slowed to a halt, staying stock still in the atmosphere. Adam lifted his right hand and, connecting his mind back to the remote, made the obect move a few inches to make sure he'd got a firm 'grip' on it. The hard part done, he flicked his index finger towards the sofa. A mini slingshot effect occurred, and after a delay of a few microseconds, the speed of the remote finally caught up with his disconnecting mind. It rocketed from Adam's mind’s grasp, sailing through the air and landing with a thud on the leather surface of the main settee. Neal laughed heartily, and looked at him through squinted eyes.
“That,” He commented, wiping a lone tear from his eye. “Gets me every time,”
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