Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Louis Benett-- Beautiful People.

This is super late, but here is my Beautiful People post! I'm doing Louis Benett, from my story A Matter of Trust that needs some serious revision. I need to actually get around to doing it.

1. What is their motive?

Hmm, does Louis have a motive? He does things because he wants to, or because he wants revenge. Yeah, revenge can be a factor, at least for part or the main thing of what he does in the story.

2. What do they want, and what are they prepared to do to get it?
Revenge. Louis will do anything to take revenge on anyone who had hurt him or wronged him. Jacques happens to be the person he's after.

3. How do they deal with conflict?
Violence, usually, or else sickly sweet, cunning words to try and slide his way out of whatever situation or conflict he's in.

4. Describe their current place of residence.
Umm, well, it depends where in the story. But before the story began he was in a jail cell in Calais. 

5. If they were writing this story, how would it end?
Heh. Well, answering that could give away some stuff, so can I just say that things would end differently than they do, and in Louis' favor?

6. What habits, speech patterns, etc. are unique to them?
I'm not sure if he has any.

7. How do they show love? What do they like to do with/for people they love?
Louis never loved anyone but his sister, who died of tuberculosis when she was eight and he was eleven. He doesn't make any show of love, but mostly was just rude to her whenever they were together. He isn't the best in showing love. He liked to pinch the back of her neck. He would care for her when she was sick, and wanted to be with her when she got tuberculosis, but he wasn't allowed.

8. Do they have any pets?
Nope, Louis doesn't want to have any, because he would have to take care of them.

9. Where would they go to relax/think?
Anywhere where there's plenty of money, so probably a bank.

10. What is their weapon of choice? (FYI: words, eyes/looks, and fists count as weapons, too.)
A pistol.

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Alphabet for 9/11.

A mother, carrying her
Baby into the
Center of World Trade.
Down a hallway and up seemingly
Eternel stairs they go to a high up
Going into the office, mama,
Holding her baby with one arm,
Inspects her progress from the previous day.
Just as she is about to begin her work,
Katelyn, her baby, begins to cry.
Leaving her computer,
Mama takes her baby down to the lobby,
Not knowing what is going to happen to the upper floors she just left.
Over the buildings of New York, a
Plane flies, and then crashes deliberately into the World Trade Center.
Quickly, as the building rocks and shakes, panicked people
Run, trying to get away from the crumbling tower to
Terrorists have attacked the World Trade Center and in
Under half-an-hour, the other tower is hit by another plane.
Very terrified, mama and Katelyn stand and cry
With some of the other people who were not killed in the attack.
Xavier, mama’s husband, has been injured, though not killed.
Years after the attack, Katelyn will still see the pain and hurt left by the
Zealous terrorism that happened to America, on September 11, 2001.
~Molly Weston

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Snippet Time Again.

“Perhaps real princesses don’t blame their parents for things. I want to be a princess, but what I know doesn’t leave my mind. I know it is their fault. And what makes it worse it that I can’t do anything to make it not so.” ~Happily Never After

“Then President Bush picked up The Pet Goat again and began to read. I felt very calm and relieved all of the sudden, as if I had just been saved from an attack of some sort. My feelings were somewhat true, for none of us kids knew that what that the man had whispered into the President’s ear was that a second plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers, and that America was under attack. ~He Kept Reading

       Lenard laughed. “I sure do, Stew. Heh, that rhymes. Maybe I should go into the poetry line of work...”
       “Lenard,” Stewart said evenly, icily, “if you do not pay attention I will come and personally cut your head off.” ~Beauty and the Beast Retelling Story That Doesn't Yet Have An Official Name

      “I don’t know, Greg. It is the chance I’ve been waiting for and wanting for over five years… but how can I leave you? You need my care.”
     Greg winced, as if he had wished her to say something different than what she had. “Does it really mean a lot to you? Going to Africa?” he asked softly, rising to his feet. 
     “Yes,” Barbara whispered.
     “Then go and take the job.” ~Same as Above

      The trunk was open. From where she was, she couldn't see into it, but if she went closer.... Barbara clasped her hands together. Greg had told her not to touch his trunk, but if she did look, she might be able to understand what had happened to her fiancĂ©. ~Same As Above

       Officer Stone looked at Lenard. “What do I say now?” he whispered.
       Lenard shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he muttered. “I never planned this far ahead.” ~Same As Above