Have a desire to start a new interactive story. I intend for this to be a bit more serious than say the NeS or the Captain Cadpill adventures, but I'd still like for it to be dialogue driven (hence the script format). Humor is of course allowed, but it should be in the appropriate tone and vein of the story. Anyone is welcome to post to the story, but I should tell you all now, that I am posting this with the hopes of reawakening my dream of being a published writer, and I intend and reserve the right to use anything you post to adapt into a potential novel. (On that note, if I don't like the direction it's going, I may jump in with a NSP (non-story-post) to direct a bit, but I intend to keep that to a minimum as I don't want to miss out on any good oppurtunities because I'm taking too tight a grip on this.
If things progress how I'd like, I will also at some point begin thinking of a title, and I will be open to suggestion.
Now without further adu, the story:
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Two men sit in a stuffy room with no windows. By their appearance, they've had a longer day than they'd have liked, white button-up shirts not quite wrinkled, but definitely not showing the stiffness of a fresh starch, ties loosened around unbuttoned collars. A ceiling fan spins lazily over their heads, while they lounge; not sitting straight, but not quite slouching at a small round table. One man appears tall and noticeably thin, the pale skin of his face punctuated by half a day's growth of stubble and dark circles under his eyes. In his left hand, he holds an unlit cigarette, while the fingers of his right hand drum nervously on the table. His dark eyes are focused at the center of the table, where 3 flat screens face outward in a triangular pattern, held in place by the stands built into the table. They were designed so that the screens would be visible to the full compliment of six or seven individuals who would fit comfortably around the table, though now the two men are the table's only occupants, and they are sitting closely enough that two of the three screens are not needed and so remain dark.
The tall man's companion is unlike him in every way, except for the dull, exhausted look in his eyes, which are pale blue, so light in color that they appear gray. His hair is blond, cropped close, and while he wouldn't likely be called short, he appears to be of below average height and above average weight, the buttons of his shirt stretched just a little too tight around the mid-section. He is also showing stubble at his cheeks, contrasting the tall man's salt and pepper shadow with the beginnings of a beard that promises to curl and glints copper when the light hits it at the right angle. He also watches the one lit screen, though with less intensity than his dark companion.
Tall dark man: Has he shown any signs of awakening?
Blonde man: Nothing yet that we've been able to monitor. It's unlikely he's hiding it. He doesn't know he's being watched.
Tall dark man: How do we know that for sure?
Blonde man: We're watching him pretty closely. Nothing out of the norm. Nothing you would expect from someone who has suspicions.
Tall dark man: I suppose. Or maybe he has you fooled. Video surveillance isn't perfect.
Blonde man: We're talking about an ordinary teenager here. This isn't some criminal mastermind.
Tall dark man: I wouldn't say ordinary if I were you.
Blonde man: Ok, smartass. Maybe I should have specified ordinary intelligence.
Tall dark man: So what's going on then? Why did you call me in here?
Blonde man: I called you in here because we're growing tired of waiting. We're going to awaken him.
Tall dark man: And how do you plan to do that, exactly?
Blonde man: You've seen the files from the others. Many of them discovered their gifts when circumstances placed them in... shall we say abnormally dangerous situations.
The dark man tries unsuccessfully to hide his surprise, his shoulders stiffening and his eyebrows rising slightly. He didn't get where he was today by wearing his thoughts on his sleeve, but what his companion is talking about is a huge risk; one he hadn't expected the organization to take.
Tall dark man: James, why would we take such a risk? After all the time and resources we've devoted, are we willing to throw it all away now?
Blonde man: It would seem, Raymond, that we have less time than we originally anticipated. If we don't move now, we risk everything. The boy must awaken, and he must awaken now. The wheels are already in motion. I brought you in here because if he survives, you are being assigned as his Director.
Raymond turned his head in James' direction, his face momentarily betraying his shock.
Raymond: If he survives?
James: We're not pretending here. In order for the sensation of danger to be perfect, it must not be an illusion. Now pay attention. It will begin in a few minutes and there are already doubts about your ability to live up to our expectations. I don't want you to miss anything you might be able to use.
If things progress how I'd like, I will also at some point begin thinking of a title, and I will be open to suggestion.
Now without further adu, the story:
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Two men sit in a stuffy room with no windows. By their appearance, they've had a longer day than they'd have liked, white button-up shirts not quite wrinkled, but definitely not showing the stiffness of a fresh starch, ties loosened around unbuttoned collars. A ceiling fan spins lazily over their heads, while they lounge; not sitting straight, but not quite slouching at a small round table. One man appears tall and noticeably thin, the pale skin of his face punctuated by half a day's growth of stubble and dark circles under his eyes. In his left hand, he holds an unlit cigarette, while the fingers of his right hand drum nervously on the table. His dark eyes are focused at the center of the table, where 3 flat screens face outward in a triangular pattern, held in place by the stands built into the table. They were designed so that the screens would be visible to the full compliment of six or seven individuals who would fit comfortably around the table, though now the two men are the table's only occupants, and they are sitting closely enough that two of the three screens are not needed and so remain dark.
The tall man's companion is unlike him in every way, except for the dull, exhausted look in his eyes, which are pale blue, so light in color that they appear gray. His hair is blond, cropped close, and while he wouldn't likely be called short, he appears to be of below average height and above average weight, the buttons of his shirt stretched just a little too tight around the mid-section. He is also showing stubble at his cheeks, contrasting the tall man's salt and pepper shadow with the beginnings of a beard that promises to curl and glints copper when the light hits it at the right angle. He also watches the one lit screen, though with less intensity than his dark companion.
Tall dark man: Has he shown any signs of awakening?
Blonde man: Nothing yet that we've been able to monitor. It's unlikely he's hiding it. He doesn't know he's being watched.
Tall dark man: How do we know that for sure?
Blonde man: We're watching him pretty closely. Nothing out of the norm. Nothing you would expect from someone who has suspicions.
Tall dark man: I suppose. Or maybe he has you fooled. Video surveillance isn't perfect.
Blonde man: We're talking about an ordinary teenager here. This isn't some criminal mastermind.
Tall dark man: I wouldn't say ordinary if I were you.
Blonde man: Ok, smartass. Maybe I should have specified ordinary intelligence.
Tall dark man: So what's going on then? Why did you call me in here?
Blonde man: I called you in here because we're growing tired of waiting. We're going to awaken him.
Tall dark man: And how do you plan to do that, exactly?
Blonde man: You've seen the files from the others. Many of them discovered their gifts when circumstances placed them in... shall we say abnormally dangerous situations.
The dark man tries unsuccessfully to hide his surprise, his shoulders stiffening and his eyebrows rising slightly. He didn't get where he was today by wearing his thoughts on his sleeve, but what his companion is talking about is a huge risk; one he hadn't expected the organization to take.
Tall dark man: James, why would we take such a risk? After all the time and resources we've devoted, are we willing to throw it all away now?
Blonde man: It would seem, Raymond, that we have less time than we originally anticipated. If we don't move now, we risk everything. The boy must awaken, and he must awaken now. The wheels are already in motion. I brought you in here because if he survives, you are being assigned as his Director.
Raymond turned his head in James' direction, his face momentarily betraying his shock.
Raymond: If he survives?
James: We're not pretending here. In order for the sensation of danger to be perfect, it must not be an illusion. Now pay attention. It will begin in a few minutes and there are already doubts about your ability to live up to our expectations. I don't want you to miss anything you might be able to use.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
Lassev: I guess there was something captivating in savagery, because I liked it.
Lassev: I guess there was something captivating in savagery, because I liked it.