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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:30 pm Post subject: |
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I stared at Iolo. "You what?"
"What?"
"You said... that Little Miss Priss was..."
Iolo's eyebrows rocketed up and into his hair. "I did not!"
"I heard you."
"... I thought that."
There was a long, long silence. Then Iolo said, "Did you really think Raoulin'man-us was hotter than a - "
I squawked. "Are you doing this too?"
"No! Erm, well, yes."
"Well stop it!"
"How, exactly?"
"You tell me. You're the dude with the fantasy food."
Iolo blinked. "Having fantasy food doesn't mean that I can turn off a telepathic communication."
"Y'know," I said thoughtfully, "if we can do this with each other, then maybe we can do it with other people as well."
"Like, read Domyn'c's thoughts?" Iolo grinned. "And find out what he angsts about."
"And why Alifvani's obsessed with 'e's in faeries..."
"And what Laratishn'nialyae daydreams about when she looks at Raoulin'man-us..."
"For a cynic, you can be surprisingly gross. Hey, what are you - "
"I didn't mean to think that!"
I rolled my eyes. "I wonder what Spot thinks of. Never mind Little Miss Priss, what does he think of, when he looks at Lorens?"
Iolo unfolded his long legs and got up. "Well, I'm going to find out. Coming?"
I followed him. "We need to try this with the barbarians, next time we meet them."
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| Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 11:42 pm Post subject: |
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Elizabeth would get out and run away, furious a them.
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| Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 3:38 pm Post subject: |
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Marc!! 
I swore as loudly as possible, hoping that someone would recognize my foul-mouthed frustration and follow my voice. But I'd be damned if I actually cried for help. "I hate green," I muttered to myself. "As soon as I get home, I'm burning every article of green clothing that I own." Growling under my breath, I lifted my voice and cussed out my friends again, hoping that they would forgive me when they found me.
Your character suddenly discovers that they can become invisible at will. What to they do with this new ability? |
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| Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:14 pm Post subject: |
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((I'm going to write this one out. I'll do one on each Character, if you don't mind))
Elizabeth
"Finally, I don't have to put up with this," Elizabeth said as she ate her lunch. She finished quickly, turned invisible, and set her head down.
"Where's that loser?" A familiar voice said as she walked by. Finally, and end to the bullying.
Allyson
"He he..." Allyson said as she walked into Daniel's room, where he was eating a piece of cake. She grabbed the cake and began eating it. Daniel stared, astounded, and ran out of the room.
Daniel
"Daniel!" A voice shouted from his house. "It's time for bed! Where are you?" Daniel snickered as he continued practicing his flight. |
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TL G-Wooster
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| Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 6:27 pm Post subject: |
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| Dude, where's the next scenario? |
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| Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:20 pm Post subject: |
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My bad! OK...uh...
Your character has been in prison for a while and has just been freed. What do they do? |
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| Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:31 pm Post subject: |
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Amy didn't want to be in prison. In the end it became more of a mental trap than a physical one. No one understood her and that prison made her vulnerable. She pretended it didn't; she put on her face, the one thats happy.
No one ever told Amy that happiness is an emotion, not a characteristic. Happiness had been locked away too, in the bars of Amy's mind.
Today happiness could walk free. Happiness was allowed to explore the world again.
Amy was never free though. The monstrous bars of that prison were still grasping onto Amy's emotions were not allowed to be released. The shock hadn't been on a swift delivery to Amy like those of the shocking electric fence. The bright light of it still scarred her, still blinding her free will.
Today Amy was free, her hand bearing the invisible blood of the man who had locked that little, crying girl a long time ago.
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| Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:10 am Post subject: |
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Tov glanced up, guilt too expressive to be aught but feigned.
'Er,' he said, 'I did.'
In the dim room, dust dying the light grey, Fedya's stunned look turned into a choked cough. 'You--gavno-- no, you didn't. God, Tov, you--'
'Sure I stole it.' Tove shrugged. 'Er, obviously. Right?'
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Scenario: Your character is stuck in an elevator going up twenty floors with someone they don't [seem?] to know. |
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| Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:28 am Post subject: |
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~ Mirabelle
I growled as I sunk to the floor, eying the ceiling of the elevator. My gaze wandered over to the stranger next to me. He met my gaze and smiled politely, turning back to watch the floor numbers shoot up.
I examined him more closely - he seemed vaguely familiar. The words slipped out before I could control them, "Michael?" He turned around and frowned, running his hand through his hair.
"Sorry," he apologized. "You must have mistaken me for somebody else." My face went red and I hid myself between my knees.
"Oh," I muttered, trying to hide my embarassment.
Scenario: Your character is baby-sitting a child, and they are in a place out of their reach. The child is about to eat a marker (or do something they aren't supposed to with a marker) and your character is trying to convince them otherwise. |
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| Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 9:31 am Post subject: |
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DI James Mason sighed at the prospect of being stuck with his nephew for the next God-knows-how-many hours. Even simply staring at a suspect through the two-way mirror, eyes glinting with terror or disdain (depending on whether the madman was psychopathic or someone who steamrolled grandmothers for fun) would be better than this eternal hell.
As he sank into the deep armchair, he eyed Matthew reached again for the marker pen. He kicked the dinky little plaything a little further than the boy's arm could reach. He gurgled in amusement. As Matthew crawled towards it, bent on savaging the lid, Mason wheeled it back the other way. The boy responded with what the detective deemed a chuckle, although you could have mistaken it for an evil witch's cackle. The game continued for several more minutes, until Mason, for want of boredom, snatched the pen and began to caress it himself.
Matthew, half-crying, half-envious, leaped into the man's lap.
"Oh, you poor thing. Want your mummy back, do you? Well, I'm afraid I've got to bloody sit here and watch you crawl, kick and crap until she's finished seeing her bloody doctor. Mind you, I might as well see him too - I'm suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder aggravated by babysitting a bloody three-year-old."
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Adela's breath failed to leave her lungs. She continued walking but she was sure her follower must have guessed by now that she was aware of their prescence. Her steps quickened in pace, as if that wasn't and obvious indicator. She silently cursed at herself. Yes, brilliant Adela walking about at night without an escort. Perhaps she could lose the strange figure by running and hiding in a shop. No, no, there were no shops open at this hour. She had no choice but to confront the shadow that floated behind her.
She clenched her fists and turned on her heel and stared down her amber eyed shadow.
"I should have know it was you," she hissed.
Her outward appearence was flaming and headstrong, but in her mind she thanked God that it was Death and not a rapist. She knew Death would not violate her in such a way, despite his previous forcing of an occasional kiss and the killing of many of her loved ones.
"Who do you want now? I'm alone. I have no sacrifices for you." Her words were like venom.
"You," he stated simply, "You know that's all I've ever wanted."
"All I've ever wanted is for you to go away," Adela replied.
His shadowy figure approached her and took a firm hold of her jaw. "You just wont die. I dont understand it, but I'll be frank with you, it makes my blood run with lust. I want to feed on your essence."
Adela stuggled against his grip, but she could not free herself. He didn't even flinch when her nails drilled into his skin and drew his black blood.
Death forced his cold lips against hers and held her to his body.
Adela about fainted in fear. His kiss was stronger, more desperate. She cursed him, knowing that she'd be violated in a new way tonight. As he fed off her she felt her consciousness slipping from her.
Deimos, she thought. Why couldn't you be here to save me. I don't want this. I wish you could make it go awa-
The world blacked out, and Adela was no longer there.
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"No." Jera folded her arms.
"Please, Jera," Alarise pleaded, "it's just for a little. It's to help. You don't have to do anything stupid --"
"Holding a hoop for an animal to jump through is stupid! Why can't your freak do it?"
"Well..." Alarise giggled nervously. "That's the thing. The Raven's going to be the one who jumps through it."
"But - you - " Jera sputtered.
"You're on in one minute!" someone called.
Alarise held out the brightly coloured hoop. "It's going to be fine, Jer. You'll be fine."
"I know I'll be fine," Jera snapped, taking the hoop and holding it like it was a dead rat. "I'm worried about that stupid scavenger."
"She promised she'd behave!"
Jera raised an eyebrow at her sister. "Allie, you can be extraordinarily naive at time."
"Now! You're on!" The circus master beckoned.
"Go on," Alarise said, smiling encouragingly.
"Oh help." Jera went out through the tent into the sawdust covered ring. For a moment, it seemed as though the whole world was a bright light and a screaming audience. Then she became aware of someone shouting, "And heeeeeeeeeere we have..."
Something dashed out of the tent, somersaulted through the air and landed on all fours. The Raven cocked her head at Jera and grinned. "I say! Your Highness! Didn't know you liked the circus."
"Just jump though the stupid hoop," Jera hissed through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry, didn't hear that."
"Jump through!" Jera could feel her ears going pink.
"Me? Jump through a hoop? What are you implying, your highness?" The Raven opened her eyes very wide and blinked.
"Is the hybrid not going to jump through?" came the announcer's voice. "Well, now, folks, isn't that a shame? Looks like the trainer's slipped up somewhere. Never mind, darling, keep trying!"
"I am not her trainer!" Jera yelled. She jammed the hoop down over the Raven's head and shoulders, pinning her elbows to her sides.
"Your highness..." the Raven protested, wriggling.
"There! See that?" Jera shouted to the audience, indicating the Raven. "Laugh at that! That's funny!"
She turned and ran out of the ring back into the tent. Ignoring Alarise's startled questions and apologies, she stalked into her dressing room and began scrubbing her face. Never again would she do anything to do with that hybrid, that awful creature... Never, ever, ever.
Back in the ring, the Raven was calmly doing a bellydance with the hoop and attempting to do a cabriole in bare feet.
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| Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 4:07 am Post subject: |
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Hmmmm, I think I'll go with Annie from The Revenge.
I walked down the hall to math, arm in arm with my best friend Michaela. I knew I was going to fail this. My stomach churned; this was the major end-of-year exam, and I hadn't studied at all. Before I could get to feeling too sorry for myself though, the now-familiar guilt bubbled up. Michael would have taken the test two years ago, and could have helped me prepare, even if the questions had changed. Micheal should have graduating this year. He should have been doing a lot of things. I know deep down there's really nothing I could have done, I was only five, but still, I can't help but blame myself. All I did was watch...
Scenario: You're character is walking somewhere when someone brushes past them. The person spins you around and tells you to watch where you're going. He's much bigger than you. What does you're character do? |
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He was looking at me like he knew me; like one of those boys at school who the girls loved. Like one of those boys who'd ping my bra-strap and watch the blush rise up on my cheeks.
I found that I was not twenty-six anymore - I had morphed back into fifteen-year-old Annie again, chubby and pale, watching everyone with glassy eyes. I found that I was small, so small, beside this bulging giant.
He wasn't young, beanpole thin and spotty, like they had been, but he was them when they were older - the generic school bully. His face, meaty and stern, was too close to mine.
'Excuse me,' I said, voice a quiet warble, stringy.
'You want to watch where you're going.'
A silence. He wanted to see how he could intimidate me.
'You're in my way. Please.'
Oh, that 'please'. Now he would laugh at me.
'What's it worth?'
I pushed past him, hands digging into his vast span of belly, till he nudged to the side and I was sprung free. I was walking fast, my shoes smacking the concrete harder than ever before, my eyes intent on getting home. In the background, I heard him muttering expletives, ridiculing me with a festoon of crude words. But I was free, again.
Scenario: Your character has just witnessed a woman get assualted by her drunk and dangerous boyfriend. He is standing over her as she lies there, swearing at her, spitting at her. Your character is hidden by the shadows. What does he/she do? |
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| Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:18 pm Post subject: |
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Your character has just witnessed a woman get assualted by her drunk and dangerous boyfriend. He is standing over her as she lies there, swearing at her, spitting at her. Your character is hidden by the shadows. What does he/she do?
I'm gonna go with Riy from Aura.
She had been in her own world, hardly really thinking about walking, lost in her own thoughts. The shouting broke the bubble, she stopped, sucking in her cheeks in apprehension. He was standing over the woman, his words impossible to understand through the slur of fury and alcohol. Riy pressed her back against the wall of the street, feeling the cold rough brick, unable to control the unfamiliar urge to help the poor woman squirming and yelling beneath his immovable bulk. The woman went quiet, abruptly, and the man stepped back, spitting down towards her. He murmured something angrily, staggering a few steps away and then back again. Riy got a better look at the woman, who was curled in a defensive position her face streaming with tears and helplessness.
She stepped forward without really meaning to, some instinct working beneath her consciousness. The man, eyes blurred and hardly seeing didn't seem to notice her dark figure as it moved around the corner towards him. She lifted her bag over her head, the weight of it making her arms shake a little, and she brought it down on the back of his head. He fell on top of the woman, who screamed and twisted away. Riy dropped the bag on the ground, breath too fast, her heart stammering with anxiety. She struggled along with the woman to lift the stinking bulk off her. Her dress was torn at the shoulder, one of her shoes heels twisted sideways. She staggered back a little crab like without standing, Riy held her shoulder to keep her still. She put a hand to her head, checked her pulse and eyes. Seeing that she wasn't hurt too badly, whimpering quietly and staring at the fallen figure of the man, Riy moved in closer for a moment.
"You need to go to a hospital," Riy whispered close to her ear. She stood up quietly, leaving the two of them in the distance, listening to her heart beat slowing bit by bit. It had been so easy to stop him, so easy to stay hidden and silent. She should have been afraid but she hadn't been, only determined and distant, as though there had been no other option.
Scenario: someone your character knows is in a relationship with a much older or otherwise entirely inappropriate man/woman and has been keeping it secret. Your character sees them together, but is hidden from view. What does he/she do? |
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