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You guys know the drill. First come, first served. I'll do the best I can to keep up, but these are NOT my first priority.
submitted by Inktail
(February 12, 2018 - 8:21 pm)
(February 12, 2018 - 8:21 pm)
I'm first! Hahaha!
Name: Viola?
Personality: Curious, capricious, dramatic, a fangirl, doesn't let go of things easily
Appearance: Tall, thin, long hair and nails
Mexi says tvnv! My first thought was Tinúviel.
(February 13, 2018 - 7:42 am)
Top it up! :)
Coming soon, Viola! :)
(February 13, 2018 - 1:30 pm)
Viola?--
“I can't believe I'm here!!!” She squeaked, jumping up and down. The books were clenched between her clammy hands and she took a deep breath. It's not everyday one gets to meet their three favorite authors. In one place. All at once. She felt her breathing go funny again and took another deep breath.
“I can do this. Calm down.” The line began to shuffle forward and she nearly screamed in excitement. The other people were giving her funny looks, but she ignored them.
Today was her day. And ain't nothing was gonna stop her from getting them signatures
(February 13, 2018 - 5:24 pm)
Aaaaah! That does sound exciting! Thank you so much!
(February 13, 2018 - 7:37 pm)
(February 13, 2018 - 1:57 pm)
Me?
(February 13, 2018 - 2:05 pm)
Neat! ^^
Name: Kyoto
Personality: Funny, sarcastic, mischievous, brave, curious, intelligent, always talks my way out of bad situations (I find this to be too true)
Appearance: Loosely curly black hair to shoulder blades, fair skin, a few freckles on face, almond shaped eyes (slightly rounded), slim, average height
Sakura says “oxca” Reminds me of Oxiclean or whatever for some weird reason
(February 13, 2018 - 2:18 pm)
Kyoto--
Just like the city, the girl stands tall. Brave and strong. She will not falter.
“Tell us.”
She smirks. “Can't. Shouldn't. Won't.”
“What if we bring in some bait?”
She flat out laughs in the man’s face. “There's nothing you COULD bait me with!” Her face softens just a little and her voice quiets. “No one cares about me anyway.”
The man hardens. “On that case, you're so wrong.”
Whirrrrr. Mechanics click around and the girl's face pales.
“You didn't…Don't hurt them. Please.” She whispers.
“Why don't you tell us what we need to know?”
She looks down. She's obviously unhappy and in a lot of pain. After a few moments, she speaks. “Alright. Deal.”
She looks up then. Her face is hard. “But free them first.”
“Fine,” the man smirks. The mechanics click again.
The girl thinks for a moment. There was nothing I could do. I can take care of myself, figure something out--but they can't.
She takes a deep breath.
Let’s go.
(February 13, 2018 - 5:26 pm)
Argh. The italics didn't transfer. Lemme try again.
Kyoto--
Just like the city, the girl stands tall. Brave and strong. She will not falter.
“Tell us.”
She smirks. “Can't. Shouldn't. Won't.”
“What if we bring in some bait?”
She flat out laughs in the man’s face. “There's nothing you COULD bait me with!” Her face softens just a little and her voice quiets. “No one cares about me anyway.”
The man hardens. “On that case, you're so wrong.”
Whirrrrr. Mechanics click around and the girl's face pales.
“You didn't…Don't hurt them. Please.” She whispers.
“Why don't you tell us what we need to know?”
She looks down. She's obviously unhappy and in a lot of pain. After a few moments, she speaks. “Alright. Deal.”
She looks up then. Her face is hard. “But free them first.”
“Fine,” the man smirks. The mechanics click again.
The girl thinks for a moment. There was nothing I could do. I can take care of myself, figure something out--but they can't.
She takes a deep breath.
Let’s go.
Viola?--
“I can't believe I'm here!!!” She squeaked, jumping up and down. The books were clenched between her clammy hands and she took a deep breath. It's not everyday one gets to meet their three favorite authors. In one place. All at once. She felt her breathing go funny again and took another deep breath.
“I can do this. Calm down.” The line began to shuffle forward and she nearly screamed in excitement. The other people were giving her funny looks, but she ignored them.
Today was her day. And ain't nothing was gonna stop her from getting them signatures.
Quill--
“She spends most of her days like this. Always there. Never here. In reality. One day she'll have to wake up and face the music.”
“But not now. Honey, let her be for just a little longer.”
Sigh. “I guess you're right. And it's good for her brain. Unless it's that fake rot junk.”
“Darling. Fiction is not rot or junk. It's a story. Remember those fairytales you used to love to read when you were a kid?”
“Yeah, but that's not--”
“Yes it is. It's exactly the same. You don't think the Big Bad Wolf is actually real, do you?”
“Well, no, bu--”
“No buts. Let her go a few more hours. At four, I'll get her to do some homework, some chores. But let her be for now, alright?”
Another heavy sigh. “Fine. You two win this time.”
The girl heard all of this, wrapped up in her book as she was. And he was right. She would have to face reality someday. But reality was so much harder to understand and belong in than a fictional world was. In a story, you not only lose your mind, but your body as well. You are the story, as she always said. Sure, she read plenty of nonfiction. Books about wars, books about royalty, books about medicine, computers, biographies…
But she had, and always would, return to fiction to lose herself again. To find herself. To live.
(February 13, 2018 - 9:41 pm)
Ooh, mysterious and very well written. Thank you so much! ^^
(February 13, 2018 - 10:31 pm)
I love these!
Name: Quill
Personality: Bookish, bubbly, loves redaing, writing, and drawing, outgoing with people I know, but shy otherwise.
Appearance: Long wavy brown hair, light blue jeans, deathly hallows t-shirt, denim jacket.
Thank you!!
(February 13, 2018 - 3:19 pm)
Quill--
“She spends most of her days like this. Always there. Never here. In reality. One day she'll have to wake up and face the music.”
“But not now. Honey, let her be for just a little longer.”
Sigh. “I guess you're right. And it's good for her brain. Unless it's that fake rot junk.”
“Darling. Fiction is not rot or junk. It's a story. Remember those fairytales you used to love to read when you were a kid?”
“Yeah, but that's not--”
“Yes it is. It's exactly the same. You don't think the Big Bad Wolf is actually real, do you?”
“Well, no, bu--”
“No buts. Let her go a few more hours. At four, I'll get her to do some homework, some chores. But let her be for now, alright?”
Another heavy sigh. “Fine. You two win this time.”
The girl heard all of this, wrapped up in her book as she was. And he was right. She would have to face reality someday. But reality was so much harder to understand and belong in than a fictional world was. In a story, you not only lose your mind, but your body as well. You are the story, as she always said. Sure, she read plenty of nonfiction. Books about wars, books about royalty, books about medicine, computers, biographies…
But she had, and always would, return to fiction to lose herself again. To find herself. To live.
(February 13, 2018 - 5:28 pm)
I don't know the drill. What is this?
(Hey, Inktail, look what I got!)
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(February 13, 2018 - 5:19 pm)
(HAHA, not for long. Check the thread ;);))
Oh, lol no problem! A written picturing is where I portray you or rather, your character, in a fictional short story. You can read Kyoto, Quill and Viola's to get a sense of what it is! ;)
(February 13, 2018 - 5:29 pm)
Oh sorry, I should probably fill this out lol
Name: In the name box
Personality: Quirky, loud, very sarcastic, funny and love drawing. Kind and can be quiet, but likes talking.
Appearance: Whatever you imagine, I dunno lol
Thanks! Love the others btw, great job!
(February 13, 2018 - 6:30 pm)