Grief
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Thread Topic: Grief
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C1 is a writer. They live in a penthouse apartment in the big city. They are known world-wide for stories they write. C2 is a character from one of C1's novels. They broke free from the pages of the book, to drag C1 into the hellish universe they made. Will C1 make it out alive? What will happen as C2 travels from book to book?
(How's this sound?) -
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Extraordinary. -
Which character would you like? :3
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Hm... I’ll take C2 if that!s alright
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That's fine!
I'll make my character later tonight! -
Alright
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Name: Scarlette Windsor
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Personality: Tends to stay alone, but knows how to deal with crowds. Isn't very talkitive unless it's a subject she is knowledgeable about.
Skill(s): Writing stories, but that's about it
Appearance: Long brown hair, with circular wire rimmed glasses. She has a thin like jawline, and it averagely built.
Weaknesses: She doesn't know how to defend herself. It has never been a top priority in her life.
Extra: Develops in RP
(Yours can have special abilities etc., since your character comes from a novel. I'm going to head to bed for now though.) -
Name: Grimly Hatchet
Gender: male
Age: 80
Personality: Grimly doesn’t put up with nonsense, he also thinks his role in the world is unfair. Most time, he meditates in his meditation garden to keep himself calm. But when angered, he’ll rage.
Appearance: A short and stocky dark electric blue color with a mix of green. He’s bald and has large amber eyes. Grimly also has an underbite showing his yellowish square teeth. His usual outfit is a brown tunic and a pair of socks without boots. He wears a hat to cover up his bald head, and it covers his eyes as well, making him look like a walking hat with an underbite.
Extra: he carries a staff. Made of two pine wood pieces that twist around each other and create something almost like a bowl to carry a large, blue orb. -
(Would you like to start? ☺)
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Sure))
Grimly looked around for something to snap, his anger had gotten ahold of him again. With a grunt, he hobbled towards his small cottage, and threw himself at the wall. It wasn’t exactly pleasant but it felt good to smack himself against a wall every now and then. -
Scarlette sat in her penthouse apartment, an old school type-writer at hand. She was working on her latest novel, but writers block had gripped her hard this time. She was stuck in a rut. She had her ideas, they just wouldn't come out onto the paper. "Come on..." she clasped her hands together, and gritted her teeth in frustration. Why was this time so difficult?
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Grimly groaned, as he rubbed his head and slapped his hat back on. With a grunt, he hobbled back over to his garden to tend to his unique plants.
After all his work was done, he waved his staff around as the world suddenly changed dramatically. -
She stood up, and looked out the window. She noticed the sunset and smiled. She hadn't been able to look at it in a long time. Watching it descend past the horizon felt like a comfort to her. As she admired the site that was outside her penthouse window, she failed to realize the slight shuffling of papers on her desk. Electric static filled the air; and a breeze filled the room.
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Grimly felt his world disappear as he landed in some sort of high-tower. The stocky man grasped his staff as it leaned to the side, ready to fall. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the women in the room, “Why am I here?”
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Scarlette turned around to see an old man, who seemed to be in eighties. He carried a wooden staff that seemed to support most of his weight, and looked as if he was about to collapse at any moment. She stood there, dumbfounded. This man seemed so...familiar. Thoights racked up in her mind, as she ran over to her desk and picked up the nearest object. It's only going to be used if you need too. She gripped it tightly in her hand, as she tried to form words.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Her voice shook as she spoke. She was still in a state of disbelief.
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