Theo's NaNo Plot Idea.

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Okay so I have always had an infatuation with twins. (Weird? Yes I agree) Anyhoot! My story/plot start with one Main Character, Ryan, who would form an Alter Ego, Rain. But then I realized that the plotholes would be crazy hard to fill. So I was like, okay I'll add a Twin, Rick.... ANYWHY! Here is my idea(so far):

"One New Voicemail" delves into the the lives of Ryan and Rick, identical twins who are seemingly the same in all aspects. They grow up in foster care together and realize that the only person they can count on is each other. On their eighteenth birthday, they are released from foster care and thrown out into the world with only a few dollars and the clothes on their backs. Rick discovers that people are low and shameless enough to have sex and pay them for it and Ryan is dragged in when he is mistaken for Rick.

They devise a system of contact between them and their customers. The system is called Voicemail. It is not like on a phone, but it is a voice recording hidden in certain areas of the city. Rain becomes a well-known sex deviant and both women and men line up to be with him.

Rick creates an alias, Rain, for them to hide behind. Rain soon envelopes Rick's every thought and action.

Ryan starts to see their lives spiral out of control, while Rick (Rain) is blinded by the lust and greed. Ryan can no longer tolerate the actions of Rain and Rick can no longer control his altered self, however; after a run in with the police, death of a customer, and a tragic accident. The brothers have to reevaluate their lives and choose a path to travel down.


I have spoken to some twins that I know personally and they told me WAY different things.

Barbara and Brandi:

“As far as specifics, the twins I know best (my best friends) look very much alike and did all of the same things in school. They had the same friends, took the same classes, played the same sports, got the same grades, etc. That being said, there were always differences. One twin was a little more philosophical and the other was more practical. They both ran track, but one was better at long distance and the other in the shorter races. They had similar tastes in foods and things, but one twin hates eggs and tuna while her twin sister likes them both." <----My Summary of what they told me!

"I don't know how old your twins will be, but the biggest difference in twins I know (the twins who are very similar, that is) is the type of people they fall in love with. One twin friend has ended up with someone very outgoing and fun while the other is with a man who is pretty quiet but super protective of her."<---Barbara's Words of Wisdom

"As far as foster care, if we were in foster care I'd imagine us to be unusually protective of each other. It doesn't mean we wouldn't get annoyed with each other, but we'd try to stick together. One or the other has taken turns in life being the responsible protective one, it just switches every few years or so. "<----Brandi's Two-Cents

Then I emailed my old High School English Teacher(who is a twin) my plot and she said:

“Your plot sounds interesting. Can I make a couple of suggestions? I can see that you want to make Ryan and Rick very similar in the beginning, try not to make it so similar that it's confusing. Also, my sister and I tend to behave similarly when we are around each other, and differently after we are apart. (Environment and all that.) So, if you want to really delve into that aspect, you could have Ryan in the immediacy of a situation and Rick a little more removed. Or the high-strung situation might happen to one twin, leaving one to recover and the other to cope. Things like sudden illness, medical emergency, or even punishment that affected my sister always had a huge effect on me, as well.”

ANYCAHHOOTS!
I am planning to break my novel into chapters.
For Example;
For Example, 'Chapter 1' would be Ryan, 'Chapter 2' would be Rick, and so forth.
At the end of each 'chapter,' the next 'chapter' will pick up from the other twins point of view.
^--That makes sense right? Bah!

And here are the excerpts that I put on NaNo....

"No one ever told us the truths about having sex. No one ever cared enough to tell us the wrongs about selling yourself for money. No one ever loved us enough to find us help. When I realized that we were in trouble, the damage was seemingly irreparable."
~Ryan
"No one ever told me the beauty of creating a new name for yourself. The only chains to held me down were from my twin. He didn't understand the freedom that Rain brought me. I was scared for Ryan's safety because Rain wanted him dead."
~Rick



PLEASE give me some feedback...I think I need it.
Thanks. Lovers you guys! =)

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Explaination: This is the outline of two of the chapters. They are in foster care...they grew up their and this will be like the last part of their experience in Foster Care.... Enjoy!


~Theo

Ryan-

Rick and I were like the same person split into two separate, but identical casings. We had the same dirty blond and sky blue eyes. Our physiques were well defined and toned. We both suffered through the same hardships that life dished out, however; we always denied the frightening similarities between one another. I guess it was a form of foreshadowing for the future. Our similarities would be the things to drive each other so far apart, yet we could never escape the other. We would be forever cursed with the same features.

Rick and I both disliked the foster care system with a deep passion, but we adapted fairly quick when compared to the other children. Looking back, I see it was because we had one another, which was plenty more than the rest of the orphaned children that cried themselves to sleep. We were separated for about six months at one point, and that half year seemed to kill a part of me. The foster family only wanted one son, so they literally picked us by name. Since the second letter of Rick's name was an 'i,' he was the one chosen to go. I was sent into a pit of depression. It seemed to devour me from the inside out. Slowly causing me to feel more and more worthless and abandoned. The thoughts of taking my own life had plagued me and taunted me like the sweet escape, but I never followed through because I always knew that we would be reunited.

We both were a bit distant for a while, but soon we grew back into the comfort of having the other. I think that those six short months were the beginning of the end for me and Rick.

Rick-

Ryan and I were separated for six months on June fifth, which was four days after our twelfth birthday. I was not pleased when they announced that I was the one chosen because of the lettering of my name. I felt like the older brother that was leaving his younger brother to fend for himself in the harsh world that we were always facing together. While packing we avoided speaking and contact, we knew what the other wanted to say, but nothing could change that now. In my heart, I was both happy and sad. Happy to be free, yet sad that my brother couldn't be with me.

The six months were definitely the longest in my twelve years. The happiness faded shortly after realizing that it was a possibility that I would never be reunited with Ryan. I hit the rock bottom so hard that it left me broken and unfix able for anyone, except for Ryan. The foster parents tried their damnedest to find me help, but nothing seemed to keep me together. Happiness was too far away from me to actually reach. I spent many sleepless nights crying and wishing to see Ryan again. The physical and emotional pain that I endured then left me scarred, even after being reunited with Ryan.

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I lied about the above paragraphs...I added more to them to make them juicier...

~Theo


Ryan

Rick and I were like the same person split into two separate, but identical casings. We had the same dirty blond and sky blue eyes. Our physiques were well defined and toned. We both suffered through the same hardships that life dished out, however; we always denied the frightening similarities between one another. I guess it was a form of foreshadowing for the future. Since our similarities would enviably be the things to drive each other so far apart, yet we could never escape the other. We would be forever cursed with identical faces; however, before I can tell you the bad, I must indulge you in the ‘good’.
Our mother and father were the culprits behind me and Rick’s shit hole of a life. Their plan succeeded when they left us to the care of the foster home system. We were filled with dreams of a family. One that would take us in, cloth us, feed us, and love us of life, but the dream never came. It seemed that we would forever be examined like cattle, while we lived the orphanage. Our dreams never exceeded beyond a year or two, yet they always included have us together.
Rick and I had a bond that extended beyond the norm of most twins. At the age of ten, we had planned a future super family. Thinking back on the times when we would sit awake adding onto the hopes and dreams, I truly miss those simple days of blissful ignorance. Being the wide eyed imaginers that we were, we never thought of negative outcomes. Our calculations, formulas, and recipes consisted of everything enjoyable that life offered for those more fortunate. We believed that life had a set amount of sadness and gloom, but after one reached that max, then happiness and sunny days were to take over.
Rick was the dreamer, while I was the planner. I would place the dreams and hopes of Rick into a neat and flawless plan. We agreed to consult the other when one modified the master plan. I never thought of changing the plan and as far as I knew neither had Rick, yet when life throws you a curveball a perfect plan must prepare to be reevaluated.
We were separated for about six months at one point, and that half year seemed to kill a part of me. The foster family only wanted one son, so they literally picked us by name. Since the second letter of Rick's name was an 'i,' he was the one chosen to go. I was happy for Rick, but I was unprepared for the emotions that would follow suit.
About two and a half months after Rick left, I was sent into a pit of depression and anger. They seemed to devour me from the inside out. The sadness slowly caused me to feel more and more abandoned, while the anger left me feeling worthless and unwanted. The caretakers of the orphanage never noticed the tears or the deep purple bags hanging ominously under my eyes. Thoughts of taking my own life had plagued me and taunted me like the sweet escape. Self injury was the easiest way to cope, so I began to make a habit of punching my legs and arms in the deepest of night.
I was ready to give up, but a familiar face lifted me from the blackness of the waters of depression.