IHLAOY
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I was wondering if you'd enjoy doing a one on one soap/RP/whatever you call it with me.
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I...wow, I'm pretty touched.
Sure. Anything you have in mind? -
Was it something I said, or the fact I called for you?
Not just yet. I'll come up with something in a minute, I mean, it shouldn't take long. It depends on your preferred genres. What are you in the mood for? Romance, action, fantasy, horror, ect.? -
The fact that you called for me.
I can do pretty much anything, but I've never been interested in romance as the center point of stories. Never found a book that did it well. -
Well I did it. You have better writing skills then myself, and it's just amazing what you can write. I've always wanted to do one with you.
Alright. Then let me search my brain for something that isn't all based upon romance. -
So, my mind's blank, but I found some online that we could try unless you want me to think more.
"Hunters of the Supernatural and the Creatures That Go Bump In The Night"
What happens when you realize that the people on the other side arent as evil as you were always told they were? That a friend or neighbor has been passing for mortal, but has been something more than mortal all along - or that the new kid in class just may have a stake, silver bullet, or chunk of cold iron with your name on it?
"Written"
Two characters have been pen pals for years, never meeting and always stuck to paper. But one day out of the blue one of the characters recognize the name of their pen pal being mentioned in a conversation and finds out their pen pal is in town for a couple of weeks. Now its up to find out whether or not their friendship is genuine (especially if one of the character has been keeping a big secret).
Here's one I kind of thought up.
A dome has been over the city, our city, forever. You shouldn't ask questions because you'll never receive an answer. You're told to do rituals, and to only speak when spoken to. What do you think would happen if you broke the tradition?
Basically, it's a "utopia". And our characters are being logical f---ers and try to escape. -
That third one sounds good. Or we could go for the first if you want. Really, it's your choice now. Flip a coin if you need.
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Okay. We can do the third one, then.
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I'll make a character then.
Name: Dina Who.
Age: 16
Appearance: Dina wouldn't describe herself as special. She's mature, used to taking charge, occasionally silly, rarely tardy and sometimes dangerously sweet. She follows the rules to a tee and rarely questions them, and has long since accepted that sometimes you'll never know why you do the things you do. As the daughter of the local mailman, she understands that sometimes you just need to close your eyes and power through things to keep everything running smoothly.
Personality: Small and thin for her age, but suitably meek. Dina keeps her blonde hair long, her teeth clean and her clothes simple; if a little fancier than needed. -
Name: Cassandra Owens
Age: 14
Cassandra has think, short brown hair. She has decent teeth and skin. She stands at exactly five foot and has normal muscle weight.
Cassandra is pretty talkative. She's always excited, and eager to learn things. She's always been told to follow the rules. She has asked questions in her head, but never dared to ask them out loud. -
(I suppose I'll start. I'm not good at starting, but I'll do my best.)
"Remember, be back by eight. I know you want to stay out later, and you can, but it's better to be safe."
"Yes, I know."
"And don't speak first. I don't want another epistle in the mail. We can't afford any more."
"Yes, I know. We do this every day, mom. I know the rules."
"I just don't want you to get hurt..."
"I'll be fine. You worry too much."
The door swung shut; not even bother to make a noise as it hit the frame. A small body, lithe and confident, slunk down the path towards the street. Taking in a breath of air, Dina set off.
Her mother wasn't bad, as far as parents went; a little slow, a little overprotective, but sometimes Dina wished she'd just be a little calmer. It would make things much easier for both of them. Besides, what she didn't know couldn't hurt her.
Her tie thumped against her chest as she ran, certain no one could see her. A rattle escaped from her pockets, freed into the air, as she moved. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late. And Dina was never late. The blood of the mail system ran in her veins, and it physically wouldn't let her be late.
And so she ran, through perfect streets, with the soft glow of the afternoon sun glittering off the the dome that encased her world. -
Cassandra bit her lip in frustration as she glared at the cans rolling on the floor. She had gone off to buy stuff for her mother. Murphy's law was that the damned bag would break, each and every time, letting the contents spill out all over the street. This was probably the twentieth time.
She bent down and hastily began to shove them in her backpack. She worried if the laptop would get wet. Again, a Murphy's law thing. Cassandra took her sweet old time as she picked up the cans that had cost about a hundred dollars. Money her parents had. Loads of it, frankly. But it was the same for everyone who lived inside of the dome. Everyone had an equal chance, equal amounts of stuff. Unless they were outcasts. -
Gradually, the sounds of the city began to intensify in Dina's ears as she broke through into the busy streets. The spring in her step slowed, but never left as she slotted into an opening. A counter buzzed in her mind, winding down to the exact second when she would be late. It was fine though, she still had about twenty minutes. There was plenty of time.
Blank faces surrounded her as she broke through the crowd again, leaving them behind. Stumbling into a store, Dina was immediately hit by the smell of fresh bread. The specifics of where it came from were lost on her, but she hastily closed her eyes and refocused on why she was here.
The can rattled in her pocket as she stalked the aisles. A look or two were thrown her way, but she ignored them. She'd learned a couple of years ago that her mothers reputation had rubbed off on her; and as a result she herself had earned a reputation for being slow. It must have been surprising to see her actually doing something. But then again, it wasn't like her mother could.
The counter kept ticking, and Dina picked up her pace. If she wanted to get all her chores done in time, she'd need to pick up the pace. -
Cassandra was able to obtain every last item of food that had been on the floor. She zipped up the backpack, threw away the bags, and headed down the street once more. She hoped that her father would be home, and that she wouldn't get in trouble for walking in without the bags. Odd enough, her mom liked to use grocery bags for art projects.
Cassandra glanced at the buildings surrounding her as she continued to trudge through. Her mind was almost blank. She hated the feeling. Why wouldn't she? The buildings looked like they could fall at any minute. It still scared the crap out of her, even though she knew it wouldn't hurt her at all. They were as sturdy as could be. -
"Say hello to your mother for me, will you Dinky?"
Dina decided not to correct the shopkeeper as she grabbed the things she needed. The name was humiliating, but she could bear it. And it would make too much of a fuss to contest it, especially since, at this point, it had seemed to overtake her real name in terms of identifying her.
Stepping outside, Dina pushed herself against the wall as a crowd of people rushed past her. Her nose was assaulted by the smell of sweat, and Dina pushed forward to try and escape it. A distinct rattling escaped her pockets as she walked. Her face darkened to a deep red as she realized it was possible for other people to hear it, before swallowing roughly and pushing forward. There were more important things to focus on.
And then she saw something that caused her to press the pause button on the counter. Cassandra.
The two of them weren't the best of friends, not through history or any malicious intent, but simply because they could never find time to just hang out. Dina was always stuck taking care of her mother, and Cass was busy doing...things. Dina was sure she did things. She just wasn't sure what things.
Sneaking forward like a lion hunting its prey, Dina came to rest just behind Cass. Her breath was quick as she paused, before she threw her hands behind her head and walked forward casually; like it was complete accident that the two of them had run into each other.
"You know, you'd save at least a good 22.3 seconds if you didn't stop to take the food out of the bags. It doesn't sound like a lot, but if you make cuts like that all the time, they add up and you might even have time to do something you actually want to do."
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