Day 2, word count and excerpt!

1352 words!

The doorbell was ringing, I could hear it down the hallway. I pulled the covers over my head and hoped that whoever it was would go away. It was a Sunday, for chrissakes!

I heard muffled voices and then someone started banging on my door.
"Clarke! You awake?" called Rach, she sounded tired and pissed off. To be honest, so was I.

"No," I called back.

I waited, they waited.

"Uh ... My l-- Clarke?" called Brannigan.
"I have rather urgent information..."

I waited. The clock blinked 7am.

"Come on Clarke, I got woken up, so just get your lazy arse out of bed!" cried Rach thumping on the door.

"Sun's up," I said.

"Clarke!" Rach banged on the door. I leaped out of bed and opened it wide.
"Bloody hell, Clarke, tell your friends not to call this early on Sunday!"
said Rach. It seemed that lack of sleep made her less scared of Brannigan.

"Whatever," I said, waving her away.
"Oh, hey, would you make me a coffee?"

She gave me a look of utter evil and I chuckled; there's nothing like seeing someone behaving much worse than you to make you behave yourself.

I turned to Brannigan. He looked pale.

"Uh... sorry for waking you, my lord, I thought you'd be up."

"God's day," I said, motioning him into my room.

His eyes widened.
"You find it harder to leave your lair because it's a holy day?"

My lair?

I glared at him.
"No Brannigan, I went to sleep at 5, now what was so urgent?"

"Hunters," he whispered.

1020 yesterday!

'She considered going for a walk, but thought that Emily wouldn’t be so forgiving if two people were caught out of their room in the institution after lights out two nights in a row. Julia left Raven every night, but very rarely went within the building itself, because that was where you would get caught. Funnily enough, the staff never caught any of them when they roamed outside the building at night.

The first step, Julia decided, was to imagine the character. She did not imagine physically, but in another way. She imagined his strength, his loneliness, his difference. She imagined him so thoroughly that she did not need to imagine his physical appearance. A chill swept through her, and she opened her eyes to see the silver cat from the cathedral grounds standing in her room.'

Even I cringed when writing 'a chill swept through her'. Editing in December!

@plv I like the sound of yours! Sounds very British, which I like :) have you seen the program Being Human? That's the kind of thing it reminds me of.

Procrastination baking sessions: 2

Prose before hos.

1580 yesterday

Olivia glanced across at the room to her left. It had been a conference room before the Incident and had been her room when she had been consort. Now she was Queen, the head of a new dynasty, not a disposable whore. It was why she had worked so hard to find the right girl for her son, and it seemed that she had finally done so. After all the hopeless, pretty nobody's she had dragged into the building, she had finally found one who would work. Who would do what she was supposed to and not kick and wail and scream. Maybe this girl was a girl of ambition like she had been. Like she still was.