Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Character Profiles: Nikki Reynolds and Travis Kennedy

Nikolette Reynolds

1. Name: Nikki Reynolds
2. Age: 23
3. Hair: Short blond bob
4. Eyes: Brown
5. Build: Thin/Petite
6. Height: 5'2'
7. Personality: Sweet natured, a little naive, tough when needed.
8. Likes: Gossip, parties, fun, Travis
9. Dislikes: Conflict, problems, drama.
10. Music: Country Taylor Swift, Colbie Calliat rock.
11. Movies: 80's films
12. Actress whom my character resembles: Carey Mulligan
13. Clothes: Jeans, cute top, skirts on occasion.
14. Job: Waitress at Lyles, Clerk at Wicks, Sticks, & Tricks
15. Song: "I've Got This Friend" The Civil Wars

"I've Got This Friend" by The Civil Wars

Nikki's Words
“Nothing at all.” I said.
“Huh, that’s weird.” She said.
“Why is that weird?”
“The Lo I know wouldn’t just take some guy home and not do anything at all with him. It’s just too normal too rated G.”
I snorted, great, even my closest friend thought I was a whore.
“Thanks.” I said.
“No I just mean have you ever done that before, ever?” Nikki said.
“See that says something, it’s your lack of not doing anything that makes me think something’s up. Usually you’d get what you want, and be done with him. You wouldn’t take care of him, and you sure as hell wouldn’t take him home with you.” Nikki said.
I smiled and held up the diary for Nikki to see.
“What’s that?”
“A journal from work.” I said. A devious grin tugged at my face.
“How’d you get it?”
I laughed. “It dropped out of the sky.”
“Did you steal it?” Nikki said.
“No.” I said.
“Then how’d you get it?” She said again.
“I told you, it dropped out of the sky.”
“Holy shit, you’ve finally lost it, I knew when you told me about those dreams you’d lost it. I can’t believe you stole from your new boss.”
I sighed. “Nikki.”
“No you can’t talk me out of it. The crazy always believe they are sane. It’s for your own good. You don’t want to end up wearing pajamas and bunny slippers every day and feeding all the local cats do you?” She said.
“Nikki I swear to God, I’m not turning into Old Lady Mercer.” I said.
Nikki snorted. “That’s what Old Lady Mercer says, before she goes bat-shit and starts throwing her garbage at the kids who walk by her house.”
“She’s a kleptomaniac. I just borrowed this.” I said.

Travis Kennedy

1. Name: Travis Kennedy
2. Age: 26
3. Hair: Blond
4. Eyes: Green
5. Build: Athletic
6. Height: 6'1'
7. Personality: Friendly, out-going, joker.
8. Likes: Beer and pizza, parties, playing on the lake.
9. Dislikes: Arrogance, drama.
10. Music: 90's rock, Nirvana, Sublime, Bob Marley
11. Movies: Comedy, Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, American Pie, Hallpass, Hangover.
12. Actor whom my character resembles: Drew Van Acker
13. Clothes: Shorts, flip flops, tees. Laid back.
14. Job: Artist at Custom E Bikes.
15. Song: "Lithium" Nirvana

"Lithium" by Nirvana

Travis's Words

“Hi I’m Travis, you must be Lorelei.” He stuck out his hand and grasped mine. I felt a tingle of warmth move through my skin. He was like a warm blanket, his eyes and manner put you at ease. If I were a more open person, I would have told him my life story right there and then.
“Getting along well I see.” Travis’s voice was amused.
“Oh yea fantastically, why’d you bring him anyway?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Um…Nikki suggested it, but I’ll remember not to next time.” The smile had fallen from his face and I loosened my posture guiltily.
“Sorry, I just, he bugs me you know.” I said.
Travis’s smile returned.
“You have no idea. All I’ve listened to lately is Lo this, and Lo that. He won’t shut up about you. It’s pretty funny; I’ve never seen him this messed up over a girl.”
I bit my cheek to keep from smiling. Yes, Duncan annoyed me, because I didn’t know what to do with him, and he had this irritating way of breaking me down that drove me crazy.
“I find that hard to believe.” I said.
Travis shrugged and carried the tray of steaks towards the back door.
“You don’t have to but it’s the truth, there are plenty of girls in Concord that would kill to be you.” Travis stated.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Scent Hound

I took a break from The Otherside, because its so damn intimidating. I don't know how to pump out a second book that's just as detailed as the first one in a quarter of the time. Lets hope that starting a new project inspires me.

Scent Hound is a novella/novel (I'm not yet sure which it will be) that is based in the same world as The Wild Hunt, but focuses on a different protagonist. Arley Dufrey. She is a private investigator with a nose for trouble. Her specialty is being able to smell emotions, lies, secrets, everything about you down to your hand soap. The books will intertwine at some point in The Otherside, when Lo goes to Alabama to help release the earth bound spirits of dead soldiers.

So far I have about 10,000 words which is a pretty great start. I think I'll post a tiny snippet just to give you a taste.



Second Scents



Few things in this world turn my stomach the way a large city does. The undertones of fried food and urine are the perfect pairing to the overwhelming scent of garbage and body odor. My fragile nose hates cities, but my job requires my presence. No one in the sticks hires private investigators. There are no paranoid rich wives, or jealous rich husbands, not to mention the absolute absence of corporate espionage.

I’m what you call a scent hound. My ability makes it possible for me to smell not only the garbage in the dumpsters, but the place that serves fried chicken a mile away. My biggest advantage in this business is that I can actually smell your secrets. Every emotion gives of a certain smell. Only gifted people, or creatures I should say, are capable of distinguishing the subtle differences. Just like perfume can smell differently on people so too can a particular feeling.

Envy for instance, is a pungent odor so sour it’s almost dripping with lemon. It is almost identical to hate. I am one of a few people that can tell the difference. I’m sort of a connoisseur of scent. I can smell your lies, your fears, and your deepest and darkest desires. If you have something to hide, I’m your worst nightmare. I’m a living and breathing, walking lie detector, and I can smell you down to the type of soap you use, your morning ritual to the last time you took a hand and stroked your favorite body part. Everything leaves behind a scent…Everything.