So it might be terrible, so you can tell me if you want me to continue or not after this.
It had been a long day. To be honest, it had been a long night too, and I’d just gotten home a couple hours before dawn after killing a bright orange tentacle monster that oozed corrosive blue goo. Which exploded on me when it died. After spending two hours under freezing water trying to get the burning goo out of my scalp, all I wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunate how things never go the way I want, as the moment my head hit the pillow there was a knock on my door.
I would have been perfectly content to ignore the knocking but it just grew louder and more insistent.
“Dresden, open the door before I kick it down! There’s a problem!” I perked up at problem. The voice was familiar, but not one I heard often. Trudging to the door and looking through the peephole, I groaned.
Hendricks.
Hell’s bells, of course the problem would have something to do with Gentleman Johnny Marcone. Only he’d be so spiteful as to get into trouble when I wanted to get some z’s. I contemplated not answering, but Hendricks had looked agitated enough for my conscience to get the better of me.
Fine, have it your way conscience.
I yanked opened the door and fixed Hendricks with my best glare. “This better be good Cujo, because i have a date with the Sandman that you are making me late for.”
Hendricks grunted, unfazed at my glare. He jerked his head down and towards the right. “Fix him.”
“Fix wha-” That’s when I saw a mass of dark hair peaking out from behind the large man’s pant leg. The hair moved and I was face to face with a pair of money-green eyes glowering at me as well as a five year-old could.
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I've never written fanfic before
Date: 2011-03-01 01:06 am (UTC)It had been a long day. To be honest, it had been a long night too, and I’d just gotten home a couple hours before dawn after killing a bright orange tentacle monster that oozed corrosive blue goo. Which exploded on me when it died. After spending two hours under freezing water trying to get the burning goo out of my scalp, all I wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunate how things never go the way I want, as the moment my head hit the pillow there was a knock on my door.
I would have been perfectly content to ignore the knocking but it just grew louder and more insistent.
“Dresden, open the door before I kick it down! There’s a problem!” I perked up at problem. The voice was familiar, but not one I heard often. Trudging to the door and looking through the peephole, I groaned.
Hendricks.
Hell’s bells, of course the problem would have something to do with Gentleman Johnny Marcone. Only he’d be so spiteful as to get into trouble when I wanted to get some z’s. I contemplated not answering, but Hendricks had looked agitated enough for my conscience to get the better of me.
Fine, have it your way conscience.
I yanked opened the door and fixed Hendricks with my best glare. “This better be good Cujo, because i have a date with the Sandman that you are making me late for.”
Hendricks grunted, unfazed at my glare. He jerked his head down and towards the right. “Fix him.”
“Fix wha-” That’s when I saw a mass of dark hair peaking out from behind the large man’s pant leg. The hair moved and I was face to face with a pair of money-green eyes glowering at me as well as a five year-old could.
Hell’s fucking bells.
OP - Re: I've never written fanfic before
Date: 2011-03-01 02:35 am (UTC)*ahem.* What I mean is: yes, more would be appreciated. Thank you.
Re: I've never written fanfic before
Date: 2011-03-03 10:17 pm (UTC)Um, that is to say, you've mangaged to catch Harry's voice and daily life very well, please let us know what happens next!
Re: I've never written fanfic before
Date: 2011-03-04 03:41 pm (UTC)With such a grasp of style you HAVE TO write more!