Character Conversations

J. Wilder · 2005-07-27T02:19:10Z

I've got one, but it's kind of hard to explain. We used to do this often on About.com teenwriting, but that forum's been pretty dead the last few months. Basically the first person chooses a scene--this has ranged from a forest to an NYC bookstore. Each person chooses a character from something they're writing, and together we write a scene where all the characters meet. Some are just for fantasy characters, some are just for sci-fi, and I remember starting one just for realistic, but most are for any genre, which means elves end up running into normal high school kids. Here's an example. Person 1 wrote: Here are the terms: fantasy characters only (so no aliens, please). They can be good, evil, in between, whatever you want. The setting is in a deep forest, in winter, in the middle of the night. No killing other characters, and lets try to keep it to a reasonable amount here, so a limit of 5. Beneath the cover of the trees, a young man of perhaps 20 years sits on a log by a small firepit. His chocolate brown eyes are locked on the fire, and he pulls his black cloak even tighter about him to stave off the chill. The flames' light causes the ruby fastening his cloak to sparkle, a hint of color on his otherwise black attire. A long steel sword is fastened to his hip, and its handle is engraved with black and grey runes from some unknown language. Suddenly, he stands and turns to the forest, scanning the trees for any disturbance. No sound was heard, but he could feel the intruder's presence. Slowly, he draws his blade. Person 2 wrote: "Finally a light, in all this withering dark wood." A young girl, perhaps seventeen walks out of a brush. She wore a high light pink dress that reached to just above her knees, and the rest of her legs were covered with a blend of bluish gray heavy jean-like leggings. Her arms were covered by a shawl, that was as white as snow. In her right hand was a large staff, that was as dark as midnight. Currently the girl had been glancing down at her leggings, while wiping off the many twigs, and dead plants that were loittered all over them. It wasn't until a moment later, when she looked up at a tall black cloaked figure with its hand resting on the hilt of a blade. "Um. . . " the girl became nervous "Hello there. I'm- m -m , sorry to uhhhh- um- disturb you and - oh sorry! I apologize for my rudeness, my name's Fey and I'm sure I must've caught you at a bad time but. But if you don't mind . . ." She glanced at the warmth of the fire, and it gave her strength to finish her sentence "do you mind if I rest here, for a few moments?" Person 1 wrote: (Just a quick note: these Character Conversations are supposed to be written in present tense) He studies her for a moment in silence, searching for any weapons. Just the staff, but he hardly thinks it would be able to hold up against his sword. She seems harmless enough, though, and his telepathy tells him that her intentions are good. She is amazingly hard to read, and this confuses him. Nevertheless, he puts his sword away. "Little late for a stroll in the woods, isn't it Fey?" he asks finally, and with another look at her clothes, he adds, "And that can't be keeping you very warm." Looking back to the fire, he says, "You can warm yourself by my fire, if you wish." Person 2 wrote: "Thank you, so much," Fey exclaimed. She let out a sigh of relief, and noticed that her breath was visible. She sat down beside the flames and shivered. Soon the cloaked figure walked over and sat next to her. She looked at the cloaked man, for a second, and saw that he was looking back at her. Fey couldn't help but think that those deep dark brown eyes were looking right through her instead of at her. She ignored it and stared back at the flame. I hate this, she thought. I hate this stupid forest, this stupid winter, this stupid isolation. . . Oooh, I'd give anything to be back home right now. But no! Don't think like that Fey. You know what's waiting for you there. . . *she shivered*. I just have to coax with whatever's thrown at me. "Peh," she said aloud "take that destiny." With that, her eyes grew heavy, and as she knealt by the flames, her head dropped several times. A moment later she gave up, fighting the cold and fell sideways on to a lap. *She shivered again* Suddenly she felt a warmth, like a blanket, and to no one in particular she said "Thank you." Etc., etc. There are usually more than two characters, though. There might be two at first but then more join. Anyone want to start one?

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Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:37 am

Emma says... · Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:37 am

"I don't know..." She yawns,
She can barely keep her eyes open, maybe she should just sleep on him. Then again, that probably won't be very comfy for Damien. She lets go of him and turns to the direction of her house.
"Maybe we should go for a sleep first... If not, I think I'll need to go home." She sighs.
Emma turns around and looks at him hopefully.

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Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:52 pm

Gazza_14 says... · Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:52 pm

Damien doesn't hear what Emma's saying, it becomes an inaudible blur as he stares at what he belives to be a shadow across the beach.
The figure just stands there, looking at them both.
Damien feels sick, he cluthes his head and feels the drops of sweat on his forehead. Does he know him? Is he bringing him home?
Emma continues to yawn and mutter beside him, but his eyes cannot move from the figure.
His breath becomes rapid, his whole body tingling.
Without hesitation, he rushes across the beach, the sand flying around him.

Stop. Look. Jive!

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Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:58 pm

Emma says... · Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:58 pm

Emma, getting slightly annoyed with Damien again, crosses her arms and glares at his back, her eyes so piercing it could form a hole in his back.
"FINE! IGNORE ME! LEAVE ME!" She screamed at him, "I'm going home!"
She stormed off the other direction and started her to way to home.

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Sun Oct 23, 2005 4:05 pm

Gazza_14 says... · Sun Oct 23, 2005 4:05 pm

Damien turns suddenly to see a distraught Emma storming across the beach, her arms flailing wildly and insults pouring from her mouth.
"Not again" He shouts over to her "You are the moodiest girl I've ever met. I think you better go!"
He sits down on the beach, and just stares at the sand.
She's gone now. He's alone again.

Stop. Look. Jive!

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Sun Oct 23, 2005 5:07 pm

Emma says... · Sun Oct 23, 2005 5:07 pm

"Not again" He shouts over to her "You are the moodiest girl I've ever met. I think you better go!"
She stops dead in her tracks. Her hands curled up in a ball, her nails digging into her flesh. She turns round, her curly hair covering much of her face. Making her look like a mad woman.
"Maybe it is because I haven't slept in twenty four hours!" She screams at him,
Not able to take anymore, and being her lazy self, she drops to the ground. Asleep.

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