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Noir Project Masterpost
About six months ago, I did a week or two of writing what I called "noir vignettes" for anyone who left a request in my ask inbox. Â It was a fun, creativity-straining project that I really enjoyed.
(Original post on this lives here)
I also never finished it. Â Writing a scientific paper and then my thesis got in the way. Â I've still got about twenty requests that I never answered, and I'd like to get to them soon. Â Before I do that, though, I wanted to collate all of the ones I'd already done into a single post, organized by the "type" of character I'd assigned to each requester.
This is that post.
Where possible, I've @mentioned the user who requested the vignette. Â I've also put asterisks and notes on ones I'm especially proud of, but that's my vanity--it's not a commentary on the user I wrote it for. Â They're ALL fun.
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Thank you for the short, of course I love it. So cute and kickass and awesome, thank you!
Iâm so glad you liked it! Â Thanks for inviting me to write one.
Everyone else: Iâm super busy with science this week BUT noir asks will return soon, for those of you waiting on one.
Are you still doing noir vignettes? :D
Original post: http://www.johnskylar.com/post/82996706080/masochistic-writer-does-tumblr-ask-event. Tag for all posts: #noirproject.  This oneâs for @thatopinionatedfemme, whoâs already kind of a noir character in her own right.
These kids come in from all over the country, and all they have is idiotic cop shows to tell them what likeâs like in the places where the moneyâs dried up unless itâs dripping out one end of a needle.
So the school wants me to scare âem of before they do something stupid.
Iâve got a canned lecture for it:
Always go out in groups, donât go past the area that school security patrols, keep your wits about you, donât advertise your expensive shitâŚyou know, the kinds of advice you give to lily white kids.
So this past year, Iâm about halfway through the usual spiel when this short-haired girl in the front row starts rolling her eyes. Â Sheâd had her arms crossed the whole time, and now she clearly didnât buy that you shouldnât take rides in those vans that wander late-night Brooklyn.
They call âem dollar cabs, and for us locals theyâre a hell of a way to get around. Â Lot better than waiting on a street corner for somebody to come along and mug you. Â But the school tells me to say theyâre bad news, so I say it. Â Itâs some liability thing.
"Thatâs bullshit," the girl finally said. Â "As long as you donât act like some entitled prick, most people donât bother you. Â You know acting like entitled rich white kids isnât gonna teach us anything about the world, right?"
I agreed with her, but I wasnât being paid to. Â âYeah? Â And youâd know about that? Â You from the rough side of town, or something?â Â she didnât look it.
"No, Iâm from Oregon. Â But Iâve been here awhile already, and I know my shit. Â You treat people with a little decency and you actually learn a thing or two."
I frowned. Â I didnât want to say, âBut the rest of this room is a bunch of clueless classists so Iâm paid to say the opposite.â Â Instead, I said, âWhatâs your major?â I expected to hear âeconomicsâ or âminority studies,â or something.
"Iâm a math/physics double majors."
Damn. Â âYou got plans tonight, lady?â Â I think I kinda forgot for a minute that I was in front of a lecture hall of 300 kids.
"For you? Â Yes, Iâve got plans."
Ouch.
I think she saw that on my face. Â âYouâre not really my type.â
"Thatâs fair. Â I wonât ask again. Â But Iâll ask this: you want a job?"
She smiled. Â âIâll think about it.â
"Alright." Â I handed her my card, then looked around at the rest of the lecture hall.
"Well? Â What are the rest of you still doing here? Â Go find a bar that doesnât card, or something."
Oh! Yeah, she pronouns are fine :)
Original post: http://www.johnskylar.com/post/82996706080/masochistic-writer-does-tumblr-ask-event. Tag for all posts: #noirproject.This one is for @obsessivepuzzles, who I'm working with on a top secret project to be announced soon. Check out her blog! I'm on my iPad, so I'm having some issues with the formatting, but here's where it starts:
The spray paint cans littered the crime scene, emptied of their souls all over the brick alley-wall.
A 30 foot mural screamed across the neighborhood as the cops wandered the site looking for anything that might point to a suspect.
It was the fifth mural this week.
I stepped back to see the three-color monster in all its glory. This one read, âYOU ARE FREE TO BE YOU.â It showed people, real people from the neighborhood, painted with deep black lines, blue highlights, and some red accenting here and there. It showed hookers, bookies, cops, barflies, the works, all of them happily getting along. In the gutter, unconscious, was a mob enforcer.
That had been the theme of all the murals: take down the criminals.
"BE YOUR OWN MASTER," the second read.
"THE WICKED ARE JUST SCARED," said the first.
In the corner, on all three, the signature just said âKSB.â
And they were starting to change minds around town, it seemed. Some people were talking about a neighborhood watch. They even asked me if Iâd consult.
The detective on the scene turned to me. âYou want to help us catch this hooligan?â
I squinted at the mural again, which was starting to reflect some glare as the sun came out.
"No, not really," I said. I tossed my cigarette down and put it out with my heel, then walked off to find something worth doing.
