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Friday, 24 December 2010

Jodi Harte: Christmas Special

So, as my gift to all of you, i'm doing a one shot story of Jodi Harte at Christmas. I'm posting it at around 11o'clock at Christmas Eve right now, because it's already Christmas in half the world
So, on with the show right?

Jodi Harte loathed the word. It rested on her mind, and weighed down on her shoulders like the shadow of a greater being. Jodi unwrapped an ├ęclair, and let it slide onto her tongue, as it ventured around her mouth; she thought to herself. People rarely did any business deals at Christmas. They did plenty of promotions, but it was best not to sell out by looking for more sponsors. This is what Jodi called a problem.
It wasn’t a big problem. The leftover money from her scams from January alone were enough to make it through the next ten years, but when there was no one to con, what was Jodi supposed to do? She hated sitting at home, watching the merry people walk by her window with empty pockets but large stacks of bags piled on top of their thin figured bodies.
What does a rebel Kid do when you can’t take money?
You shoplift.
Jodi had done it before when she was fifth-teen. She was darn good at it too.
She walked across four isles before making her selection. Sliding the yo-yo up into her pocket, Jodi didn’t even stop to look at it. She held out her hand, letting her fingers brush against the toys, before gently unhooking the yo-you off the shelf, and letting it fall down her coat sleeve. When the isle came to an end, she put her hand in her pocket, and let the yo-yo fall in. She smiled in success, turning the corner to head down the next isle.
When Shoplifting, it’s best not to be picky. Don’t spend long hovering in one area, don’t walk to quickly, just mirror other people’s expressions. When a trolley caught the back of Jodi’s shoe, she turned and smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” She said, while the woman apologised. “Merry Christmas!” Jodi called after her, stepping out the way so she wouldn’t get hit again.
There’s a beauty section, and Jodi ponders down it, swiping a powder brush and hair comb off the sides. She pretends to drop her glove, watching it land on a abandoned nail file. She bends down to pick it up, along with the nail file and puts both items into her pocket. Pleased, she found herself in the centre of one of the food isles, and grabbed a pot of Ben And Jerry's. She paid for that, because while she could easily hide that beneath her coat, it was Christmas, and that was Jodi's good deed for the holiday.
Jodi walked outside, feeling through her pockets, and pulling out a yo-yo. She spun the cord round her finger, and let go of the yo-yo, watching it spiral towards that ground, then pull up again. Jodi laughed, catching it in her palm.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Jodi Harte turned as the leaning figure raised their arm and...

Haha, yes I'm evil. I'll update tomorrow on Christmas Day, with Part Two, and I'll probably redo this. (My Dad is about to turn the internet connection off, so at least i'm giving you SOMETHING, right?)
Merry Christmas!
I'll be back tomorrow, with a rewrite of this and a new post!

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Part Seventeen and Look! It's half three... in the goddamn morning.

So. It's 03:27am in England, and so i'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes, but i have a serious case of cba (can't be asked) and i need to go to sleep. So, here you are:

It’s easy to scream. Skyril thought to herself. Just scream. Save her.
But Skyril didn’t move. She stayed hidden in a empty cell, the door open a small crack, and she watched the three figures peer through a cell. Worse, she saw the main man smile slightly. They had found her. And Skyril didn’t want to save her.
Did she even have to?
But Skyril kept her mouth shut, and didn’t move. She waited for someone else to save Jodi Harte, she waited and no one came. Simply because no one wanted to save her. Not out of righteousness, not out friendship, not out of family. And that’s when Skyril realised it: Jodi was alone in the world.
Skyril had never thought about that. She just assumed she had some sources, or a good-hearted neighbour. Someone who listened, and heard the truth and the laughter between the words. But who did Skyril have? She didn’t have a partner. Skyril didn’t have her parents, not after she had run away from home. The closest person was Vivacious Fog, and he had been murdered on Skyril’s 25th birthday. And Skyril tried hard not to think about Springheeled Jack – the one who wielded the weapon – because that was Tanith Low’s target. And Skyril knew that it was disrespectful to complete someone else’s task.
What had been Skyril’s task? To capture Jodi, to make her admit to her crimes. And she had already done both; so what was there left to do?
Skyril tossed the thought over in her mind. She could save Jodi, she could kill the people who had come for her...

Skylara shuffled the cards, letting Israel pick a card for the seventeenth time. “Okay, I think I can do it this time.” Skylara whispered checking the way Israel was positioned and her own place on the backseat. Israel swept a card for the pack, nodded and slid it back into the middle. Skylara smiled, shuffled the cards quickly through her figures and then sifted through them. She picked out one, and showed it to Israel.
“No.” Israel muttered. “It was the Jack of spades.”
“No it bloody wasn’t!” Skylara cried. “It was the 7 of hearts! I saw it in the rear-view mirror behind you!”
Israel smiled. “I know that. So why are you showing me the 4 of diamonds?”
Skylara looked down to the card she was holding out. And sure enough, there it was; the 4 of diamonds. Skylara blushed, and bit her lower lip. “I suck at this.”
“No, it’s just that Jodi Harte has had seventy-five years of practice. You’ve given it a week.” Israel muttered, starring at his watch. “I think we should go in now. She hasn’t come out for an hour.”
“Meh, leave her.” Bridget muttered.
“Yeah, if she’s about to be killed, I’m not that fussed.” Skylara said, shuffling the cards again. “Skyril can save herself, I think we can all witness that. Plus she knows that if she comes without Jodi that we can most probably kill her. She just doesn’t know that we won’t.”
“What if she works it out?” Israel protested. “What if she risks it? Knowing that we won’t kill her either way?”
Bridget laughed. “You actually think people on this planet have common sense? The odd thing with that type of sense is that it isn’t that common, Israel. Skyril’s a good little dear, she can easily get past, free Jodi and run out.”
“Then why is it taking so long?”
Skylara frowned. “Maybe Jodi is conning some of the Cleavers and Skyril wants to kick the crap out of her before she saves her. I don’t know. Either way, Jodi will come out of that building in five minutes, I bet you.”

Skyril carefully unlatched the bomb from the strap around her waist beneath her coat. The light on the top wasn’t flickering, and Skyril carefully tested it’s weight. She held her breath and slowly stood, holding the bomb away at arm’s length. The bomb was only meant to be inflicted on one person, within a metre radius. She couldn’t take out all three of the kidnappers with one bomb, and now the decision was clear.
She wouldn’t take out the main one alone, because the other two would easily be able to kill her. And since she had no idea which of the two guards were more powerful, she wouldn’t waste it on either of them, just in case.
They wanted Jodi Harte.
And more importantly, with the way they were carefully tearing apart the locks, the wanted her alive.
Skyril measured the orb in comparison to her hand. It was a small circle, about the size of a bouncy ball, and she could hide it in her palm to make it look like she was only keeping a stern fist. It would easily fit in-between bars or into a pocket. Skyril closed her eyes, and imagined the three figures outside of Jodi’s cell. She took a deep breath, and tried her hardest at her power. When she looked again, the figures were collapsed against the floor, and Skyril knew she only had one chance to get it right.
The pen in pocket was still heavy, and Skyril threw it to the floor, and stepped on it with the edge of her purple boots, until the metal was broken beneath her foot. She had maybe five seconds before Israel Skylara and Bridget all decided to set the bomb off.
She raced down the hall, not even glancing at the figures. She looked into Jodi’s cell, noticing the rainbow clips in her hair. Skyril was still sprinting, and quickly threw the orb through the gaps between the bars of the cell.
Skyril didn’t look back. And as soon as she kept the thought in her mind, she burst out of the doors and into the streets, the waves of leaves and the misty air.

So what did you think?
Plus, if you see any socks on the internet with crazy/cute patterns or cool colours on, post a link!
g'night, or morning to the Brits ;)