breaking the 4th wall

First of all, NaNoWriMo had a thread like this that was AWESOME, so I decided to make one here.

Okay, the 4th wall: we all know what it is. That invisible boundary that provides the suspension of disbelief for the audience.

This thread is here to break that wall. For here, characters know they are characters and authors can pop in as themselves to freely interact with one another as they may. There is a comfy armchair, a roaring fire, and tissues and a stiff drink if a character needs it or needs a good cry.

Open to all, let's get going!

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**Oh dear. I'm not sure I'd like to be in the same room as my characters. All the hell I've put them through... But this sounds awesome ^^ Do you have to make them up just for this or can they be characters from stuff you're writing?**

"So let me get this right," said Portia, leaning towards EmmaJane. "You've created me, and you know my background and everything, yet you still have no idea what you're going to put me through?"

"Yes, that's right," said EmmaJane meekly. "I don't just need a light bulb, I need a freakin' spotlight for you."

"How flattering. Yet its the opposite for the other one. The character even more important than me. You don't even have a name for him yet and you've already decided his life is going to be miserable. Wonderful. I'd rather be in a comedy, thank you very much."

"I can't write comedies."

"Well learn!"

"Hey! Watch your tone or I'll ... I'll... think of something really terrible to put you through!"

**Pret-ty bad, I know. Oh well.**

A girl wearing black sweat pants and a green tank top walked into the room and collapsed on a thick rug that lay on the floor. She opened her notebook and started scribbling words down as she was warmed by the fire.

"Hey, Lauren!" a girl who looked about seventeen busted into the room. "I need to talk to you." She sat down in a huff on the rug next to Lauren and crossed her arms.

"Yes, Natura?"

"I hate you," she said.

Lauren sat up and looked at Natura, confused. "You hate me?"

"Yes," she said. "And I don't appreciate how you are writing my story."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"I'm the main character and I'm not even the freakin' hero!" Natura yelled.

Everyone else in the room stopped their own arguements and stared at Lauren and Natura.

"Natura, please." Lauren tried to calm her. "Let's control our tempers, here."

"If you wanted me to control me temper you wouldn't have given me such a short one." Natura mumbled.

Lauren sighed and went back to her notebook. "Why don't you take some time to calm down before talking to me about your issues. I control your fate, you know."

Natura stood and stalked off to a different part of the room.

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((I would appreciate it if no one puppets any of mine in this thread. I promise to acknowledge you otherwise and since this is not a story driven RP there is no need. Wren is a novel character and I am protective of her.))

Scd laughed.

"Wren acts like she's got it so much worse off than she actually does," she said. "She's like my pet. I have to give her everything she wants."

"No you don't!"

"You got Rannok, didn't you?" Scd smirked.

"Only after we spent about three quarters of the book arguing!" Wren huffed, arms folded. "And what's with your OOC? Protective of me my ass!"

"Watch it, Wren!" Scd said. "There's no need to swear in here. Watch it or I'll bring in Rannok."

"Please do!" Wren snapped. "I'm sure he'd love to give you an earful about how you made me NINE MONTHS PREGNANT and traveling across the desert in an offsite thread!"

Woah. Sorry.

EmmaJane wrote:Woah. Sorry.

Oh, it's okay. Just wanted to let everyone now. Sorry if that sounded harsher than intended xP.

Meh, don't worry. I shan't write any more - I'm revealing too much plot, or, at least, I will. :S

AWW now I'm all alone >.<

lol

I'm still here =)

Natura took the card from Wren and examined it.

"Natura," Lauren called from where she still sat on the rug, "come over here."

Natura went to the rug and sat down. "Yes, oh talented writer of mine?"

"No need for sarcasm, Natura," Lauren scolded.

"Whatever," Natura mumbled and fell backwards onto the rug, flipping the card towards the fire. It didn't quite make it, and landed on the stone that lay before the fireplace.

Lauren grabbed it up and examined it. "I hate my author." she read aloud. She turned to Natura with a frown on her face, "You hate me?"

Natura didn't say anything, and just stared into the fire with her knees pulled to her chest.

"Why do you hate me?" Lauren asked.

Natura hid her face in her arms that rested over her knees. "You ruined my life," she mumbled.

Lauren laughed. "Ruined your life?" she said. "You don't even know what your life would have been like if I hadn't written it the way it is. You would have been miserable."

"I'm miserable now." Natura mumbled.

"You have a lot of friends now." Lauren pointed out. "You are getting an excellent education, and you are developing your powers quite nicely. I'd say you are much better off."

"Whatever," Natura said. She then stood and walked out of the room. Lauren went back to writing in her notebook.

Everyone had met there character...except me. Then, as if on cue, Charlotte walked cautiously in the door. She was as beautiful as I pictured her. I smiled as I noticed her wings had not yet faded away. They looked like crystal. So delicate and transparent with a multitude of colors gleaming in the sun.

"Charlotte," I smiled. My character! She was here. She looked m way and I smiled again. With all the chaos and her across the room she couldn't have heard me. That was her heightned senses.

"You are my author?" She asked. Her voice was gentle, but I could sense the heartache and sadness within.

"Yes," I said, reaching to touch her. She stepped away and for the first time I saw tears in her eyes.

"Why?" She asked. "I handled everything you through at me but why this?" My eyes widened. Her character had grew so much. She was still her kind, caring self, but she was also bolder and stronger. It killed me to see her cry.

The whole room was silent now. The other authors looked at my with something of pity in thier eyes.

"Charlotte...I," I started.

"You killed him. You killed Kyle," she accused. She turned away for a minute. "You killed the one person I loved. We were escaping but you killed him. You didn't even let me have his body. Everyone just thinks he went missing! I can't bury him!"

She was really crying now. "Charlotte, it would have never worked."

"Is that your excuse?" She asked. Even though she was angry, it still didn't take away from her beauty and gentleness. "Just tell me why you killed him."

"He was a human. You are a pixie," I said, softly, keeping my voice down. "He died to save you. That is the ultimate sacrifice. The ultimate show of love."

"I am not a Pixie," she replied. "I am half. And I would have rather died in his place."

"But Andrew needs you," I responded.

"I don't care!" She yelled. I bowed my head. Had I really put her through too much. I loved her. She was my character, but...Kyle's death was a show of love for her. I needed his death to continue her story.

"You hate me don't you," I said. Charlotte, sighed.

"I don't know. You once said it was impossible for me to hate anyone...but since Kyle died I have changed. I don't know if I hate you or not," she replied.

(Now this is interesting. The character I'm going to be using is from a book I haven't posted on here yet.)

Mr. Pie sat and watched all of the commotion and slumped into his chair, On no, my character is going to kill me. Suddenly he felt blood lust emanating from behind himself and began to shake. "That's you isn't it Alex."

"Hello creator," said the 23 year old young man standing behind him. His dark brown hair was all rustled and his pants and t-shirt were all torn up.

Oh god, he's the Alex from the end of the story. Mr. Pie gulped and stood up. "Would you like to sit down?"

Alex answered by lifting Mr. Pie up by the collar and and raising his fist punching his in the face sending him into the wall. "Okay, I feel better now."

Mr. Pie slowly picked himself up and whipped his mouth getting rid of some blood. "Okay, which of all the bad things that I did caused that punch, because I'm sure I deserved it."

Alex looked at him, "Four women, four beautiful women fell in love with me and what happens? I die without so much as a girlfriend. You suck at understanding men."

"W, what? Are you kidding me? After all the crap you suffered that's what you regret the most?"

"Let me think for a sec, yes!"

"You are such an animal. Didn't I design you to be a gentleman?"

"Yeah, but I'm a guy non the less."

"I can't believe this." Mr. Pie lower his head in shame. No matter how much he tried to evolve his character throughout the story he's still the same energetic teenager he started out has. Turning his head he noticed a lot of people were starring at them and he began scratching his head.

"You know, I wouldn't have been so upset if you at lest let me get lai..." Alex was interrupted by Mr. Pie putting his hand over Alex's mouth.

"Sorry about all this, we'll try to be a bit more quiet." Alex grabbed Mr. Pie's hand and began twisting it. "Ow, ow, ow, okay, okay, no touchy, I get it, ow, ow." Alex released Mr. Pie's arm. "Man, you still have the same temper too."

"What did you say?" Alex look at Mr. Pie with the intent to kill.

"Um, I have to use the bathroom, be right back." With that Mr. Pie ran out of the room with Alex behind him yelling the whole way.

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