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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-10-15 01:06 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-10-15 01:06 am
Halfway - mostly
We're basically halfway through the month of October, and I have about fifteen days left to finish "GT." I... might actually make it. Maybe.
I'm past the halfway point in writing, at least. I hope.
In celebration, I am posting random (literally no thought is going into this selection, so) snippets from what's currently residing in the Official Word Document (which is to say, the one that contains things I figure I'm mostly done reworking).
*
It wasn't completely in vain. He learned a few things by listening to the human - who considered Mirage to be his car, which made sense enough but was still rather annoying. The man's named appeared to be Jeremy Clarkson and he had opinions on everything, all of which he tended to voice quite loudly. He talked about cars with two other male humans. He -
Mirage's observations of his surroundings cut themselves short when his sensors registered something damp against him. He focused in on it, puzzled.
*
"Because no one is going to notice my car driving itself away."
"No one is going to see me."
"Right," Clarkson snorted.
"You don't honestly think Ravage just didn't see me when he went past a little while ago, do you?" Mirage asked.
"How should I know? And cars don't have eyes, so they can't see." Clarkson pointed at Mirage. "That includes you."
*
"You were watching me," Clarkson said, a bit smug, as soon as they were away from the others.
Mirage hitched a bit. "I'm surprised you could tell. Most don't notice."
"There's a car staring at me. How does anyone miss that?"
"Most don't expect a car to be watching them. Your two friends don't seem to."
"Well, you're not watching them, are you?"
"Not as often," Mirage conceded. "The Decepticons probably aren't looking for them, so I don't see the need to keep such a close watch on them."
Clarkson smirked. "Well, if that's how you want to justify it to yourself...."
*
Mirage huffed angrily and started ranting as Clarkson got in. "You're just making things up! I can't believe this. It's not true and you know it!"
"But they don't," the man replied gleefully.
*
"I don't talk to every car. I don't even talk to most of them! I talk about them, and there's a significant difference."
"Then pretend to make a call or something, I don't care!" Mirage opened his door back up. "Just get out there. And shout if it tries to kill you."
"I think I could've figured that one out for myself," Jeremy muttered darkly as he left.
*
"Where's who gone?" May asked, stepping up beside him.
Clarkson frowned. Both May and Hammond had been looking a bit too smug all afternoon. "Where's my car gone?"
"Probably wherever you left it. I doubt it drove off on its own." May shrugged. "Not that it'd get far if it did."
"That idiot," Clarkson hissed under his breath, but not quietly enough. May looked at him quizzically. "I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him."
"Jeremy," James said, "it's a car."
*
He was moving a bit awkwardly, Mirage noted. Nervously, almost. What could possibly be bringing that on? He popped his driver's side door open.
Jeremy quickly ducked inside and grabbed the wheel. "There's a Jeep out there," he hissed.
"That's ... nice?"
"Why is there a Jeep out there? It's staring at me."
*
As I continue to refuse to give away any of the ending (WHICH I STILL ADORE, WHAT), I am cutting the last several pages from the selection pool. No ending clues for you.
So, if you've read that, I do have to admit, I am curious - what's working? What's not? What's missing (or, what do you worry might be missing, as this is in no way the entirety, that you want to see)? (Do not feel obligated.)
I'm past the halfway point in writing, at least. I hope.
In celebration, I am posting random (literally no thought is going into this selection, so) snippets from what's currently residing in the Official Word Document (which is to say, the one that contains things I figure I'm mostly done reworking).
*
It wasn't completely in vain. He learned a few things by listening to the human - who considered Mirage to be his car, which made sense enough but was still rather annoying. The man's named appeared to be Jeremy Clarkson and he had opinions on everything, all of which he tended to voice quite loudly. He talked about cars with two other male humans. He -
Mirage's observations of his surroundings cut themselves short when his sensors registered something damp against him. He focused in on it, puzzled.
*
"Because no one is going to notice my car driving itself away."
"No one is going to see me."
"Right," Clarkson snorted.
"You don't honestly think Ravage just didn't see me when he went past a little while ago, do you?" Mirage asked.
"How should I know? And cars don't have eyes, so they can't see." Clarkson pointed at Mirage. "That includes you."
*
"You were watching me," Clarkson said, a bit smug, as soon as they were away from the others.
Mirage hitched a bit. "I'm surprised you could tell. Most don't notice."
"There's a car staring at me. How does anyone miss that?"
"Most don't expect a car to be watching them. Your two friends don't seem to."
"Well, you're not watching them, are you?"
"Not as often," Mirage conceded. "The Decepticons probably aren't looking for them, so I don't see the need to keep such a close watch on them."
Clarkson smirked. "Well, if that's how you want to justify it to yourself...."
*
Mirage huffed angrily and started ranting as Clarkson got in. "You're just making things up! I can't believe this. It's not true and you know it!"
"But they don't," the man replied gleefully.
*
"I don't talk to every car. I don't even talk to most of them! I talk about them, and there's a significant difference."
"Then pretend to make a call or something, I don't care!" Mirage opened his door back up. "Just get out there. And shout if it tries to kill you."
"I think I could've figured that one out for myself," Jeremy muttered darkly as he left.
*
"Where's who gone?" May asked, stepping up beside him.
Clarkson frowned. Both May and Hammond had been looking a bit too smug all afternoon. "Where's my car gone?"
"Probably wherever you left it. I doubt it drove off on its own." May shrugged. "Not that it'd get far if it did."
"That idiot," Clarkson hissed under his breath, but not quietly enough. May looked at him quizzically. "I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him."
"Jeremy," James said, "it's a car."
*
He was moving a bit awkwardly, Mirage noted. Nervously, almost. What could possibly be bringing that on? He popped his driver's side door open.
Jeremy quickly ducked inside and grabbed the wheel. "There's a Jeep out there," he hissed.
"That's ... nice?"
"Why is there a Jeep out there? It's staring at me."
*
As I continue to refuse to give away any of the ending (WHICH I STILL ADORE, WHAT), I am cutting the last several pages from the selection pool. No ending clues for you.
So, if you've read that, I do have to admit, I am curious - what's working? What's not? What's missing (or, what do you worry might be missing, as this is in no way the entirety, that you want to see)? (Do not feel obligated.)