Kat: More Character Development Excercises
Title: Late Lunch
Rating: PG
World: Original
Characters: Kat, Me
Word Count: 1,065
Summary: Your main character has invited you to lunch. Where does he/she meet you? What is ordered? What do you talk about?
The young girl stood under the streetlamp, hands shoved deep into her pockets. She’d lost count of the number of people who had told her not to come, that she was being reckless, stupid. But she had to be there. She had to meet her.
”Isn’t it a bit late for little girls to be out on the street? The worlds a dangerous place you know.”
She whirled, her eyes searching the darkness until finally she found it. The woman stepped out of the shadows, her eyes black in the darkness. Katie turned and smiled, trying to make sure her eyes didn’t focus on the scar that marked the woman’s cheek.
”You know, when you said lunch I was expecting daytime.” She chuckled, trying to hide the fact her whole being was shaking like a leaf.
”I never do what people expect.” Kat replied, smiling. “And stop shaking. I promised I wouldn’t kill you did I? Don’t you trust my word? That would be very rude.”
”It’s not that.” The girl blurted. “Just… y’know… meeting a serial killer isn’t your everyday experience.”
Kat shrugged and laughed, pulling a lighter from her pocket and lighting herself a cigarette.
”You smoke kid? It’s a bit of a walk.”
Katie nodded and pulled a cigarette from one of her pockets, pressing it to her lips. With a pleased smile Kat held out her lighter and lit the cigarette for her.
”Good kid.”
”So where are we going?”
Kat laughed and shook her head. “Little place I know. Just… stick with me and you’ll be fine. The company isn’t always savoury, but I can’t exactly dine in the nicest parts of town, y’know?”
Their walk was filled with this kind of idle chatter. Katie began to feel more at ease that the woman beside her, despite being wanted by police across the UK and America, wasn’t going to harm her. And through continued questioning she learnt much more the place they would be going to eat. Kat had told her it was called Corpus Cavus and assured her it was the finest place for dining among members of the underworld, very exclusive. Apparently you had to have the password to enter, but even then it was a difficult place to find. Hidden in one of the towns many back streets and all done up like the back door of a warehouse. When they eventually did find it Katie wasn’t surprised it was hard to find. She had hardly even seen the door in the wall.
Kat went up without her, and had a short but violent sounding conversation with the man through the latch before it was opened. Turning, she slid her knife back into her pocket and extended a hand.
”Do come in my dear.” She giggled. “We’re going to be subject to the finest dining experience the underbelly of the world can offer.”
Katie took her hand and was whisked away inside into a world of bright lights and raucous laughter. They took a corner table, just the two of them sat opposite each other, hands rested softly on the flowery table cover waiting for their menus.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Kat asked conversationally.
”I’m not really sure.” The girl admitted. “I half thought it was all some mad dream, and even when I realised that it wasn’t a dream none of the questions I can up with seemed even half decent. I guess we’ll just have to talk and see where that takes us.”
”Wise words.” The woman smiled, taking menus as they were offered. “What will you have?”
Katie poured over the menu, frowning slightly. Apparently she had taken too long because the assassin-for-hire opposite clicked her fingers and whispered something to the waiter who nodded, taking both menus from them and disappearing.
”Dare I ask what you ordered?”
”Chicken and bacon salad wraps.” She replied. “I know you like chicken, I know you like bacon and a definitely know you like salad.” Kat paused and smirked at the other girl’s worried expression. “What? You thought I would meet you, contact you, without knowing anything about you?”
Katie shrugged. “I guess you’re right. Do you check out everyone you talk to?”
”I try to.” She smiled. “Especially or jobs. I made the mistake of going into a job once without knowing anything about the people I was getting involved with. I was young and stupid back then and it ended with me digging a bullet out of my shoulder. Suffice to say I never did that again.”
”Do you get hurt often in your line of work?”
”What do you think?” She laughed dryly. “I try not to get hurt, and luckily for me I’ve suffered only a few real injuries. I guess it just depends who I’m working with. Some people have gotten me injured a lot more than others.”
Katie opened her mouth to ask something else when the food arrived, pausing to see what her host would do. Kat picked hers up straight away and bit into it so Katie wisely chose to do the same. They didn’t speak again until they were finished with the food, by which time Kat had ordered them both glasses of double vodka and orange.
”Who has been your favourite person to work with so far?” Katie asked, lifting a glass to her lips.
”The Joker. Well… I didn’t really work with him or for him we just had a kind of run in and understanding. Still, I think he has been my favourite.” She smiled, eyes looking a little misty for a moment. “Certainly one of the more high-class criminals I have worked with.”
”Who have you worked with?”
Kat’s eyes darkened and she shot Katie a look that made her gulp.
”You’re on dangerous territory there kid. ‘Sides, our dessert menus have arrived.” She murmured. “I’ll even let you chose for yourself this time.”
It was only seconds from when she first looked at the menu to the moment Katie’s eyes lit up.
”Which do you suggest? Apple pie or raspberries and yoghurt?”
”Ah, a girl after my own heart. Raspberries and yoghurt.” Kat smiled. “Apple pie you can have year round, the raspberries are only in season for a short time. After this how about I take you clubbing and drinking? I promise no one would dare hurt you.”
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing and the characters all belong to me. It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Character development = more fun and rewarding than I thought.
I have a shit-tonne of these ganked from all over the web.
Rating: PG
World: Original
Characters: Kat, Me
Word Count: 1,065
Summary: Your main character has invited you to lunch. Where does he/she meet you? What is ordered? What do you talk about?
The young girl stood under the streetlamp, hands shoved deep into her pockets. She’d lost count of the number of people who had told her not to come, that she was being reckless, stupid. But she had to be there. She had to meet her.
”Isn’t it a bit late for little girls to be out on the street? The worlds a dangerous place you know.”
She whirled, her eyes searching the darkness until finally she found it. The woman stepped out of the shadows, her eyes black in the darkness. Katie turned and smiled, trying to make sure her eyes didn’t focus on the scar that marked the woman’s cheek.
”You know, when you said lunch I was expecting daytime.” She chuckled, trying to hide the fact her whole being was shaking like a leaf.
”I never do what people expect.” Kat replied, smiling. “And stop shaking. I promised I wouldn’t kill you did I? Don’t you trust my word? That would be very rude.”
”It’s not that.” The girl blurted. “Just… y’know… meeting a serial killer isn’t your everyday experience.”
Kat shrugged and laughed, pulling a lighter from her pocket and lighting herself a cigarette.
”You smoke kid? It’s a bit of a walk.”
Katie nodded and pulled a cigarette from one of her pockets, pressing it to her lips. With a pleased smile Kat held out her lighter and lit the cigarette for her.
”Good kid.”
”So where are we going?”
Kat laughed and shook her head. “Little place I know. Just… stick with me and you’ll be fine. The company isn’t always savoury, but I can’t exactly dine in the nicest parts of town, y’know?”
Their walk was filled with this kind of idle chatter. Katie began to feel more at ease that the woman beside her, despite being wanted by police across the UK and America, wasn’t going to harm her. And through continued questioning she learnt much more the place they would be going to eat. Kat had told her it was called Corpus Cavus and assured her it was the finest place for dining among members of the underworld, very exclusive. Apparently you had to have the password to enter, but even then it was a difficult place to find. Hidden in one of the towns many back streets and all done up like the back door of a warehouse. When they eventually did find it Katie wasn’t surprised it was hard to find. She had hardly even seen the door in the wall.
Kat went up without her, and had a short but violent sounding conversation with the man through the latch before it was opened. Turning, she slid her knife back into her pocket and extended a hand.
”Do come in my dear.” She giggled. “We’re going to be subject to the finest dining experience the underbelly of the world can offer.”
Katie took her hand and was whisked away inside into a world of bright lights and raucous laughter. They took a corner table, just the two of them sat opposite each other, hands rested softly on the flowery table cover waiting for their menus.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Kat asked conversationally.
”I’m not really sure.” The girl admitted. “I half thought it was all some mad dream, and even when I realised that it wasn’t a dream none of the questions I can up with seemed even half decent. I guess we’ll just have to talk and see where that takes us.”
”Wise words.” The woman smiled, taking menus as they were offered. “What will you have?”
Katie poured over the menu, frowning slightly. Apparently she had taken too long because the assassin-for-hire opposite clicked her fingers and whispered something to the waiter who nodded, taking both menus from them and disappearing.
”Dare I ask what you ordered?”
”Chicken and bacon salad wraps.” She replied. “I know you like chicken, I know you like bacon and a definitely know you like salad.” Kat paused and smirked at the other girl’s worried expression. “What? You thought I would meet you, contact you, without knowing anything about you?”
Katie shrugged. “I guess you’re right. Do you check out everyone you talk to?”
”I try to.” She smiled. “Especially or jobs. I made the mistake of going into a job once without knowing anything about the people I was getting involved with. I was young and stupid back then and it ended with me digging a bullet out of my shoulder. Suffice to say I never did that again.”
”Do you get hurt often in your line of work?”
”What do you think?” She laughed dryly. “I try not to get hurt, and luckily for me I’ve suffered only a few real injuries. I guess it just depends who I’m working with. Some people have gotten me injured a lot more than others.”
Katie opened her mouth to ask something else when the food arrived, pausing to see what her host would do. Kat picked hers up straight away and bit into it so Katie wisely chose to do the same. They didn’t speak again until they were finished with the food, by which time Kat had ordered them both glasses of double vodka and orange.
”Who has been your favourite person to work with so far?” Katie asked, lifting a glass to her lips.
”The Joker. Well… I didn’t really work with him or for him we just had a kind of run in and understanding. Still, I think he has been my favourite.” She smiled, eyes looking a little misty for a moment. “Certainly one of the more high-class criminals I have worked with.”
”Who have you worked with?”
Kat’s eyes darkened and she shot Katie a look that made her gulp.
”You’re on dangerous territory there kid. ‘Sides, our dessert menus have arrived.” She murmured. “I’ll even let you chose for yourself this time.”
It was only seconds from when she first looked at the menu to the moment Katie’s eyes lit up.
”Which do you suggest? Apple pie or raspberries and yoghurt?”
”Ah, a girl after my own heart. Raspberries and yoghurt.” Kat smiled. “Apple pie you can have year round, the raspberries are only in season for a short time. After this how about I take you clubbing and drinking? I promise no one would dare hurt you.”
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing and the characters all belong to me. It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Character development = more fun and rewarding than I thought.
I have a shit-tonne of these ganked from all over the web.