"So it doesn't have a name?"
"As a great man once said, 'to define is to limit.'" She winked.
"That man was a fictional character."
"And so are you if you think about it."
Ten cookies to whoever can figure out which two people are included in that conversation. ;D
Well, many apologies to anyone who has been waiting for my next post. My internet's been down for more than two weeks now, and I've been limited in its use. I've also just been settling into school (and I know some of you have just started). However, (and excuse me if I get off-topic and start typing song lyrics) I am very excited to tell you all about my new ideas for another story (good heavens, yes) that some of you already know of. Most don't, so here we go.
This will be my NaNoWriMo for 2012 (wow I plan ahead) and currently the story has no name. But hey, The Last started that way too, and see where that is. :) Anyway, I've got several drawn-out characters already, although the main character has no name (which should come first, I know). I have a couple other characters I'm thinking about adding as well, but I've got doubts.
The main sitch is that this guy (let's call the main character Billiam for now)... Billiam is a struggling writer in Victorian London who needs a break very, very badly. He ends up stumbling upon a carnival(which he could have sworn was not there before *heh*) that has absolutely no name.
The person in charge, also the ringmaster, is named Jaqueline. No surname, just Jaqueline. Jackie is never seen in a different mood than the smirk on her face and the tip of her hat. Not many know much about her.
There are many many unique acts in the carnival, inlcuding a Were-fox named Warren(he's... weird. and color-blind), a bipolar maniac named Cassidy Thomas(she's the one who manages the carnival's income and money and boring stuff like that), and a dancing doll named Lorraine. Lorraine has troubles with herself, condsidering she knows she's not even supposed to be alive.
In fact, most of the people in this story have troubles.
Haunting the area is the personification of fear itself. No, he's not a ghost. I'm not into that stuff. His name is Jabber.
Hanna is a suductive demon-type creature, in which she can take the souls of anyone daring to get too close. Her dead giveaway that she's part of Jabber is that her eyes are a glowing yellow, an unfortunate gene that always is passed down to his creations.
Now, for the alliance, Jaqueline is somehow affiliated with Jabber, and I'm not going to tell how or why, because that will just spoil the whole thing, now won't it? I'm especially excited about this little plunnie here. It's rather sad actually, but that's all good. ;)
So Billiam of course has to fit in somewhere. Billiam's been hired to write something for an act(in which I'm still developing the character for that particular act), and he just can't help but notice a couple out-of-place items in his new home. The ringmaster may be hiding a few things. Well, actually OF COURSE she has to be hiding something. No one can be that cool without having some sort of evil motive. Eh, but I'm not saying she's evil. Just insanely clever.
So that's about it. I hope I haven't forgotten anything. I've thought this out pretty well I think. And I can tell that Panic! at the Disco is going to be my favorite thing to listen to when I write this. Brenden Urie just has the perfect voice, and their music is where I've gotten most of these ideas from. :D
Rather long post, me thinks. Me also thinks I should close this. Gotta love that good grammar from back in the day. ^^