Now I'm gonna try a thing.
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Thread Topic: Now I'm gonna try a thing.
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Therefore, post the names names of any Gotoquiz users here as well as a situation for them to be placed in, and if I know them well enough, I'll attempt a small story. These will be third person and I'll try not to generalize a single trait and make it the basis of anyone's personality.
I'll, of course, want to know how my characterization is at the end of any given story, preferably from the people it involves rather than onlookers or whoever gave me the names. If you're uncomfortable with the context of any situation supplied with your name, please say something. (in other words, "The Kish" is not gonna happen here.) -
Uh, me, I guess? At a party, and this person who's drunk of their ass won't leave me alone?
I'll write you into a scenario if you give me one. -
Okie. Lemme try. :3
Sure. ^-^ How about me at a con? -
Okay. I'll do that.
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"Come onnnnnn."
Emmi recoiled from the smell of his breath. It was laden with alcohol, and he was all but pushing the offensive smell right up her nose with each word. She moved over uncomfortably, setting her bag down on the bench next to her so he couldn't move closer.
He looked surprised for a second, then angry, then smug. He reached for her bag, pulling it closer to him and beginning to open it.
She jumped, reaching out for him quickly.
"No, don't!"
It was too late. One hand sunk deep down into the bag, until his whole arm was engulfed in the fabric. He was up to his arm in the bag, his eyes dazed and confused and then round as the full moon as his drunken mind slowly came to terms with what was happening. He began to pull his arm out, opening his mouth to say something, but, with a jerking motion, was dragged back in. He was panicking now, letting out a loud and choppy series of fearful shrieks as the bag continued to suck him in. His eyes were pleading, his muscles twitching with the effort to pull himself free, but Emmi could only watch in horror as her bag, riddled with Dr. Who and Supernatural and Furry pins, swallowed him up. The crowd had gone silent, watching in shock at the spectacle, and, at last, his whole body was dragged in a quick spasm of movement into the bag. she waited a moment, frozen in wonder, before reaching for the bag. She poked around in it for a moment, sorting through the contents until she was sure he was good and gone.
She blinked, setting it down again, and adjusted her glasses like a villain in an anime. The entire party was watching her, mouths gaping.
She cleared her throat.
"I had a thing with the Doctor for a while." she explained uncomfortably, as she stood and picked up her bag, closing it and slinging it over her shoulder. She looked around, feeling just a bit awkward. "It's, um.. it's bigger on the inside. I might need to clean it out. I guess the, uh, Wendigo.."
She trailed off, looking around again.
No one responded and no one moved, so she went ahead and inched her way out. She needed to stop bringing her cool stuff to parties. All she really needed was a banana.
I can write you an alternate ending if this one was too ridiculous. -
Ooh how about... How about ICEE trying to convince me to break the law? :3
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Hold up. I need to clean.
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Okay.
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I don't care if it's a ship about me, it's fictional writing and i can laugh at myself. I want to see this fanfic. -
I'll do my best, although I don't know Damask so well. I'll have to research a bit. .3.
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Go far enough back in the garden and you'll find her.
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Alright. I'll give it a go once I figure out whether or not ICEE and ILP are together and finish hers.
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Her eyes scanned the crowded room, and she smiled. When she'd first arrived, she felt a bit self-conscious, considering that the only cosplay she could put together was a generic hunter, but she wouldn't let that ruin her weekend. She'd spent weeks saving up KFC salaries for the room and the admission, and then for money to spend on merchandise. She'd spent breaks and days off creating her schedule, then disregarding her plans after reading online about how to prepare for conventions. And of course, she'd talked. She wouldn't shut up about the cosplays she hoped to see, and the fandoms she was excited to play a more active part in. In the week leading up, she would have difficulty sleeping due to excitement, and she found it was all she could talk about to her friends on the forums and on tumblr. Now, as Maru stood just outside the artist's alley, she knew it would be difficult not to become overwhelmed by the convention and all of its possibilities. She took out her phone, which she'd saved up money to buy, and took a picture in front of one of the large banners. She wasn't usually one for selfies, but this *had* to be documented.
Later that night, she returned to her hotel room, which she was sharing with another Superwholock, whose Rose Tyler cosplay was one she was a bit jealous of. She decided she'd look through her purchases from the day before taking a much needed shower and finally falling asleep. There were two posters, one of the tenth and eleventh doctors and the other of Team Free Will. There was a Castiel plushie, which she'd found a bit expensive but couldn't resist. She'd also grabbed a Dean Winchester phone charm that made him look like he was hanging from her device. She couldn't help but smile at the charm's permanently annoyed expression as she shook her phone gently and the tiny hunter bounced and jiggled with it. She flipped through her notebook, which had been filled with doodles and sketches from other people, as well as notes and new fanfiction ideas. Maru then turned to her phone, and opened the photos on it. It was running out of battery, so she only had a few minutes to look at the pictures on it. She started to quickly swipe through them, reminiscing over each one, even though they were only from a few hours before.
In one, she stood with two other cosplayers, these two from Doctor Who. Ten and Donna grinned at the camera as she took a picture of the three of them, two redheads and an unfortunate not-ginger. She swiped to the next one, seeing that it was an excellent Cas cosplay, complete with wings and the typical Castiel expression. She smiled, admiring the wings as she had earlier that day. The next picture featured the same cosplayer, and one of his friends, who'd decided to cosplay Dean. I'm just gonna f--- things up as the narrator and say that what was going on made Sunnybutt way happy. Basically she met a lot of people and they were all super rad and she hugged a lot of them and found other violent individuals and ate a lot of food the end -
ALSO OH MY GOD THAT STORY IS SO ME
I WOULD DO THAT -
DESTIEL
and a perfect day at a con thank you Si ;w;
I'm so glad you like it. ^o^
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