Who needs sleep, anyway?

I'm in the middle of a caffeine-fueled writing spree, having just devoured an entire box of chocolate-covered espresso beans. I may not need to sleep for another week.

Anyway, the bright side is, I've been making great progress on part II of the Working-Class Heroes story. Sophie, the Doctor, and Jake are just too fun to write.

In the original draft, all three of them went into a gas station to get some food after spending a very long time looking out for crime. They met up with three gunmen and easily pwned them.

Well, I didn't like the way their personalities were showing. So I fiddled around with it while completely rushed on the caffeine. Now I like this version better--Sophie goes in alone, meets with a lone criminal, attempts lone pwnage, and does it pretty well. She gets shot, but "the good thing about superstrength? Usually comes in a package deal with invulnerability." She picks the bullet out of her stomach and spends a few lines complaining about how hard it's going to be to wash out when her companions come and see what's going on.

In the original, they were quite cardboard. But I like the way they are now. Sophie is brave, but she's also reckless and impatient about charging the armed robber head-on. Jake is kind and sweet, but he also freaks out when the Doctor exhibits some of his abilities over the course of the chapter. The Doctor is calm and collected and bad-ass, except when he finds Sophie has been shot and doesn't seem to really notice that there is a BULLET in her BODY. (He came in while she was complaining to herself about how hard it would be to wash out.)

They seem more human in this draft. I like that.