Shot Chapter 2 (Still thinking of a new title)
Okay...I can't come up with a name for the main character. Anyone want to help me out?
Aside from that, this is a dream about our main character's past. It's going to last about 3 maybe 4 chapters. (Might as well just write a different story right?)
Anywhoo.. comments are cool, I need some help with names, used to writing spoken words....
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Chapter Two- Odin and Alexander
Sunlight travels through the white linen curtains covering two large doors, currently propped open to allow the morning breeze and birds calls to travel mystically around his room. It’s the 28th day, the month of Diamonds, sleeping in on his day of birth lies a new 18 year old. He’s about 5’10, 6’1 when he has his boots on, he has raven black hair that falls just to his shoulders. His hair has a certain flip to it from the constant head motions he makes to remove the hair from his eyes and sometimes lips. He has pale grey eyes; bright, cunning, and cold. He is not dashingly handsome, but he has a rather infectious smile…when he finally shows it.
There is some form of movement on the patio and the boy jerks upward, nearly gliding off of his bed and landing silently on is feet. He is standing in dark brown, broken in, leather pants with two large guns resting on his waist. A gold chain holding the symbol of his family lies on his naked chest. Both hands on the either butt of each gun, he tenses slightly, straining his ears to catch the slightest sound of what woke him. A shadow rushes towards the white linen curtains and two daggers pierce through and shred the sheets.
The boy had already removed both .45s from their holsters and fired a shot towards the shadow, blew the rising smoke from his barrel, and started to laugh. A knife shot out from the shadow and caught the boy’s pants, fastening them to the floorboard.
"Ouch….those new pea shooters you’ve got aren’t a joke, I’ll be hearing ringing for the rest of the week." Said another 18-year-old boy.
His name is Landdroth, though he preferred the name Lee to his birth name. Lee was just slightly shorter than the other boy, standing at 5’9, he was wearing a black loose fitting jacket with no sleeves and an over sized hood that covered everything but his lower lip and below when worn. His hair was fiery orange, perfectly straight, and was roughly 3 inches longer than his comrades. Eyes of emerald peaked through his hair. He had on a pair of loose fitting black pants and shoes that made hardly any sound as he walked around in them.
"Yeah, I know. The kick back on these babies are a pain, but they’re horribly accurate and I feel bad for anyone that has to meet my two new favorite concubines." joked the raven-haired young man.
"So, an important question to ask anyone who gets their first real form of weaponry: what are your plans for naming them?" Lee asked, not a hint of jest in his voice.
"The whole idea of naming your weapons never really appealed to me, but I dunno… This one has a pearl in the handle and this one has an onyx stone in it, possibly an ebony sphere. I can’t really tell right now. So Ebony and Ivory?" he said turning his guns over almost expecting them to reply to their new names.
"Wow…how unoriginal my dear friend how about…hmm, toss me Harley really quick." Lee was sitting on his haunches with his arm extended waiting to receive the blade. After catching his knife Lee laid down, holding both of his knives towards the ceiling. "Come on Harley, come on Quinn, let’s think of a name for our friend’s guns over there."
After several moments of watching Landdroth whisper to his blades, jokingly asking for names for his new guns, his friend jumped, sheathed his armaments, and clapped his hands together. "Thunder and Lightning! Wait, damn…we were aiming for original.... Meh, let’s go for Odin and Alexander. Seems suitable."
"Fine. Odin, Alexander. Nice to meet you two." Winked the boy, after spinning each gun around he returned them to their holsters and walked over to Landdroth, ruffling this hair then putting him in a headlock. "Oh, if you throw another knife at me, I won’t miss, you dick."
"Please, that miss was totally unintentional, I couldn’t even feel the wind off of it, if anything I shouldn’t have pulled to the right so much so at least you’d learn how to shoot better."
"Whatever, today at training, we’ll see who sets the record."
"What? No, no fair. Here I am using my whole body for each attack and you get your guns, I call shenanigans. The only way I’ll shut up is if you beat me in a boxing match my dear, dear friend."
"Don’t tempt me." He picked up a pillow and threw it towards Lee.
The two of them then rushed off towards their lessons with their teacher, Shawn.
Anywhoo.. comments are cool, I need some help with names, used to writing spoken words....
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Chapter Two- Odin and Alexander
Sunlight travels through the white linen curtains covering two large doors, currently propped open to allow the morning breeze and birds calls to travel mystically around his room. It’s the 28th day, the month of Diamonds, sleeping in on his day of birth lies a new 18 year old. He’s about 5’10, 6’1 when he has his boots on, he has raven black hair that falls just to his shoulders. His hair has a certain flip to it from the constant head motions he makes to remove the hair from his eyes and sometimes lips. He has pale grey eyes; bright, cunning, and cold. He is not dashingly handsome, but he has a rather infectious smile…when he finally shows it.
There is some form of movement on the patio and the boy jerks upward, nearly gliding off of his bed and landing silently on is feet. He is standing in dark brown, broken in, leather pants with two large guns resting on his waist. A gold chain holding the symbol of his family lies on his naked chest. Both hands on the either butt of each gun, he tenses slightly, straining his ears to catch the slightest sound of what woke him. A shadow rushes towards the white linen curtains and two daggers pierce through and shred the sheets.
The boy had already removed both .45s from their holsters and fired a shot towards the shadow, blew the rising smoke from his barrel, and started to laugh. A knife shot out from the shadow and caught the boy’s pants, fastening them to the floorboard.
"Ouch….those new pea shooters you’ve got aren’t a joke, I’ll be hearing ringing for the rest of the week." Said another 18-year-old boy.
His name is Landdroth, though he preferred the name Lee to his birth name. Lee was just slightly shorter than the other boy, standing at 5’9, he was wearing a black loose fitting jacket with no sleeves and an over sized hood that covered everything but his lower lip and below when worn. His hair was fiery orange, perfectly straight, and was roughly 3 inches longer than his comrades. Eyes of emerald peaked through his hair. He had on a pair of loose fitting black pants and shoes that made hardly any sound as he walked around in them.
"Yeah, I know. The kick back on these babies are a pain, but they’re horribly accurate and I feel bad for anyone that has to meet my two new favorite concubines." joked the raven-haired young man.
"So, an important question to ask anyone who gets their first real form of weaponry: what are your plans for naming them?" Lee asked, not a hint of jest in his voice.
"The whole idea of naming your weapons never really appealed to me, but I dunno… This one has a pearl in the handle and this one has an onyx stone in it, possibly an ebony sphere. I can’t really tell right now. So Ebony and Ivory?" he said turning his guns over almost expecting them to reply to their new names.
"Wow…how unoriginal my dear friend how about…hmm, toss me Harley really quick." Lee was sitting on his haunches with his arm extended waiting to receive the blade. After catching his knife Lee laid down, holding both of his knives towards the ceiling. "Come on Harley, come on Quinn, let’s think of a name for our friend’s guns over there."
After several moments of watching Landdroth whisper to his blades, jokingly asking for names for his new guns, his friend jumped, sheathed his armaments, and clapped his hands together. "Thunder and Lightning! Wait, damn…we were aiming for original.... Meh, let’s go for Odin and Alexander. Seems suitable."
"Fine. Odin, Alexander. Nice to meet you two." Winked the boy, after spinning each gun around he returned them to their holsters and walked over to Landdroth, ruffling this hair then putting him in a headlock. "Oh, if you throw another knife at me, I won’t miss, you dick."
"Please, that miss was totally unintentional, I couldn’t even feel the wind off of it, if anything I shouldn’t have pulled to the right so much so at least you’d learn how to shoot better."
"Whatever, today at training, we’ll see who sets the record."
"What? No, no fair. Here I am using my whole body for each attack and you get your guns, I call shenanigans. The only way I’ll shut up is if you beat me in a boxing match my dear, dear friend."
"Don’t tempt me." He picked up a pillow and threw it towards Lee.
The two of them then rushed off towards their lessons with their teacher, Shawn.
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