Writing Prompt: First Meetings

So I'm laying there in bed and this whole scene just popped into my head. I had to jot it down of course.

“Did a bag of skittles throw up on your head?” Not the wisest words to say to someone upon your first meeting with them but now that the words were out there Hayden supposed he couldn’t really take them back. Besides, if you didn’t want people to ask you stupid questions like that then you shouldn’t dye your damn hair the color of a rainbow. 

Hehehe.

Taste the Rainbow. His mother would be so proud of him right now. He was living up to her expectations with his childish amusements.

The door slams on his face without so much as a warning but it doesn't really surprise Hayden. He sighs and settles down on the floor. It was going to be a long night.

First meetings couldn’t have gone better.

Figments

So I have a character in my NANO named Keir who was a Seer back on there world of Gaia. When Keir came to the human realm of Earth the Gate Keeper, Averok, supposedly took away his ability to see the future. A side of effect of his abilities disappearing is that Keir is now seeing figments of a person who is not there, or a hallucination (but he calls it Figment).

When I first threw in that he saw a figment I wasn't thinking to much about it. I just didn't want to make him blind, and I suppose a part of me thought well if you see as much as he has you are bound to go crazy, right? Somewhere along the past 7 chapters the Figment has developed a mind of it's own and his and Keir interactions are fast becoming my favorite part of this NANO.

So this is my favorite scene so far that really shows the figment changing (excuse any errors, part of NANO is not being able to edit your story whatsoever until the end of November when you have written the 50K words)

“What do you see?”

“I see disaster.” Says the little boy as he stares straight ahead at the wall in front of him, a blank look on his face and in his golden colored eyes. He was only about 10 at the time and his father had came to his room demanding answers to some question. He couldn’t remember it but the outcome was clear as day. Disaster for all.

“Where?” His father stressed urgently. The little boy turned to him and shrugged in answer. It was so simple. What did he mean where, could he not see the answer. “Where Keir, tell me.”

“Everywhere.” He breathed. “I see a disaster everywhere.”

Keir woke up with a gasp, the words of his child self still fresh in his mind. His father had stormed angrily out of the room declaring his visions faulty. He told everyone that he had been a bad seer, a curse from the gods for trying to learn to much. The words had stung at the time, and Keir started to doubt himself. His mother had turned it around though. She always managed to instill some sort of faith in Keir. She believed in him no matter how odd his visions sounded to everyone else. Best yet, she didn’t care that he could see the future. It was just another ability, like any other, to her.

Keir closed his eyes to the memory and took a breath of air. The dream faded from his mind as the breath was exhaled and he was ready for the rest of the day, wherever it lead him to. So he pushed himself to sit up and got off the couch. At some point while he was sleeping someone, probably Eire since Delyth was still out, had gotten him clothes and laid them out on the coffee table in front of the couch. He picked the clothes and made his way to bathroom down the hall.

He held the shirt out in front of him. It wasn’t anything real fancy or special. It was gray with black vertical stripes on the bottom and had long sleeves. He pulled off the tattered white shirt he was wearing and attempted to not look at himself. It was hard though with a mirror right in front of him. His stomach looked like it was caving in upon itself, with his ribs poking out from under the skin. He looked pale, paler then he had ever looked before and his arms were almost like sticks with meat on them. He quickly put the long sleeved shirt on to hide the skinny figure and then slipped on his jeans with his eyes closed. He threw his old clothes in the trash, there was no saving them.

It felt like he was throwing away an old part of his life, his world and he felt little remorse at the idea. It was out with the old and in with the new, and the new would be better. Know one knew him here, he could start over and have a chance at the freedom he always dreamed of.

“’Bout time, no offense dude but all this mopin’ about was gettin’ a little old.” If only those figments would disappear. “I’ma part of you, there no way to make me disappear until you realize what you missin’.”

“I’m not missing anything.”

“Well, no you sure ain’t missin’ it a bit.” The figment agreed as he walked up to stand behind Keir. He looked like him and yet wasn’t. Every time he appeared it seemed like he involved into his own person. His tone had changed into a slang that you heard more in the deeper part of the forests, and his appearance no longer resembled Keir completely. Where once he had blond hair it was no a pure black, and his golden eyes where a dark crimson. He was fuller in body, and not half starved.

Keir turned his head away from the mirror and the figment. It hurt to look, it made him real and him being real made Keir insane.

NANO 2011

We all end up running from something at one point or another in our lives. The only difference is what we are running from. Our world is torn apart by war, the light rules it with an iron fist and kills anyone who stands against them. So we ran away, and we ran fast. We traveled across the universe to another world entirely, were we try to fit in among the humans.

The problem is that you can't run forever, and sooner or later the thing you are running from is going to find you.

The awesome idea behind my NANO this year. I don't know normally pick out themes or anything, but I was listening to Pandora and a song about running popped up and it sort of clicked and solidify the idea I already had about running away into something bigger. I'm going to attempt 3rd Person, and stick with it if it kills me. I have 4 characters somewhat planned. 2 Girls, and 2 Guys. I want more characters then that. 

I don't think they all really run away together, but some how they sort of end up in the some place by some design of fate. The story is actually going to need planning and that pretty much kills me because I hate planning things. We'll see how it goes I suppose. I am excited for it though. It's kind of like... my first bout of CAMP NANO. I was excited for my story, and it came out pretty good in the end. 

I am sticking with my theme of writing about things no one else wants to ever write about in stories. 

My first two babies that I have a concrete idea about is Jolyon and Delythi. Both are arranged to be married to the other, but neither wants the marriage to go through. They are good friends but realize it'll never be anything more.

Jolyon is a bit genderfluid, I think that is the term I want. He's biologically a boy, he's comfortable for the most part being a boy. Some days he wakes up though and just feels like a girl. 

Del.. crap. I got them mixed up. Ashtyn is the one he is in an arrange marriage with, or he was suppose to be. I might change it now. 

Well, Del is on the run from Hunters because she supposedly murder someone... high up... in the light court. Yes, Yes I am plotting this as I type this out. That is how my brain works. 

I think this other character, Keir, might be my Seer who is slowly slipping into madness. Him or Brendan. He's running away from his abilities. I'm not sure how this will work yet. I need to plot them further.