Edist (working title in progress...)
Normal Everyday Life
Shock into new daily life, that is completely different
Tries to find normalcy in her new life
hates her new life, wants out
something happens which leads to her accepting her new life
Characters:
Agent 12: Commonly know as 12. Mysterious founder of the NanoAir Corporation (20X0)
Works as field operative, doing Class 1 missions
Class 1 missions involve infecting and training newly selected shadow agents, or high risk missions where living is considered a miracle.
Personality Traits
Easy going
Understanding, very intuitive.
Omniscient
Gives inanimate objects names
Heavy smoker
Truck loving, well one truck, his truck, Naru.
Physical Traits
Leaner build, average height, 5' 6”
Sarah
Agent 12's Monitor/Personal Concierge, also his lover, friend, and “mother”
Personality Traits
Very cynical
Attached to her computers
Quick learner,
Obedient (although she says its just her job)
logical, thinks 12's names for his truck, gun, knife, etc.. is ridiculous.
Loves to tease and pick at people
very caring, motherly
Physical Traits
Skinny, glasses wearing, with hazel eyes.
Long dark brown hair, with hints of red. Not well tended, a bit messy, its length is due to her lack of care.
Anne (Agent 24) – Main character
12's new trainee. Ex spy/assassin, with a background of misconduct, her past is a mystery, as she submitted herself to a memory erase as punishment for her misconduct. Before she was infected, she was working as a waitress at a local diner.
Personality Traits
innocent
decisive
level headed
She is always aware of her surroundings
a bit immature, and impatient
Physical Traits
Very quick reflexes
Small bodied
Shoulder length straight light brown hair, always wears it in a pony tail, to keep it away from her face during work as a waitress
Dark brown eyes
Sample Scene:
In the old Ridgeline again, on our way to some place. I really hate it, everything is old, and beaten, but strangely everything still works. 12 told me how he's changed almost everything in the truck, the only things he hasn't replaced are the things I see and sit on, and the suspension. If I ask him about it, he always explains in minute detail, and makes sure to mention that he did the work himself. I really don't understand it all, but strangely it makes sense to me. Maybe its because of my fuzzy past.
“You know, the suspension design of this truck is completely unmodified, Anne.”
“Well, I've seen the underside of it, and it looks old and original.”
“Haha, really?”
“I always check under a car before I get in one. Its a weird habit of mine.”
“You're checking for something suspicious and out of place, or different.” he said straight faced.
“Never thought of that.”
“You've erased your past memories, so don't expect to know exactly why you do certain things.”
“Erased my past?”
“Yeah, ask Sarah, she's better at explaining these things.”
So I called up Sarah, just by touching the my phone and thinking of calling her. I'm getting the hang of these machines running throughout my body.
“Hello Anne.”
“Hey Sarah.”
“What can I do for you, princess?”
I cringe, “You can stop calling me princess.”
“I can tell it makes you angry, so I won't.”
“Can you tell me about my past?”
“No I cannot.” with a firm tone, she's gone into her concierge mode.
“Really?”
“The committee hasn't given me permission to do so.”
“You mean 12 and the rest?”
“Yes. Would you like me to connect 12?”
“Well, 12 told me to ask you about my past.”
“Oh, you should've said so.” she says with some lightness to her tone.
“What difference does it make!”
“With that knowledge, I'm allowed to provide you with limited information of your past.”
“Whats with the formalities?!”
“I'm just doing my job, princess.”
“God! Sarah.”
“Well, you were a trained assassin, hired to spy on then kill your target.”
For some reason I started to remember a green open field when she said that.
“You accomplished your mission, but then erased your own memory. That is all I can tell you.”
“Oh” my voice quivered as I spoke, the memory was filled with an eerily familiar feeling of despair and sadness.
“Don't worry princess, nothing bad happened.” Sarah said reassuringly, trying to bring me back.
It worked, “So can you tell me why 12 still uses this old truck X9 years later?”
She laughs casually and says, “Go ask the old man yourself!”
“Thanks, Sarah.”
“Take care kid, remember I'm always looking out for you two.”
I ended the call. I knew she was always watching our vitals and synapses, its part of the connection that is made through the machines, phone and her computers. Sarah monitors us daily, like a mother hen watching her eggs. 12 told me that the virus, which gave me these new abilities come from nanomachines she controlled and created in her body, and that she was actually Agent 13, one of the most powerful agents of the Shadow Unit.
The scene is relatively clear (you might want to work with a few more markers to help your reader follow along), but the outline is pretty underdeveloped. 'Something happens' is obvously vague. Either you want to really make a concerted effort to work through a timeline or you should start writing your story as soon as possible, and to keep working on it a little bit as often as possible, so that you can find your way to a workable draft. Some of us don't work well with the outline (I certainly don't) but then we have to treat our first draft as that outline and be ready to abandon false starts and wrong turns and head back to begin again. That can take time, so you might want to start working that way now.
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