49 and counting. (extendable) wrote in seconddealing,
@ 2011-07-28 13:23:00

The Storm Meme

Here's how it works:

RULES
☂ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject header!
☂ When you reply to someone else's thread, RNG for a number between 1 and 8. The number you generate corresponds to the type of "storm" your characters are dealing with. The purpose of these is to generate an idea for a mood or event for the thread. Feel free to be a bit creative with things!
☂ Go from there!

Rainbow After the Storm
you can come out now : [a day-in-the-life] : post-series, pre-series, or AU; everything is calm, normal, and safe.

Snow Storm
baby, it's cold outside : [survival, hurt/comfort] : huddle together for warmth, you've got no choice if you want to survive.

Hail Storm
ouch, that stings! : [physical or emotional confrontation] : tempers flare and words fly, this is the fight that's been building for ages.

Rain Storm
you can stand under my umbrella : [fluff] : a moment of sweet and innocent romance, maybe your very first date!

Dust Storm
lost in a strange land : [adventure] : where are you? how will you ever get home?

Thunder Storm
one one-thousand, two one-thousand : [horror] : terror lurks in the dark; confront your fears or cower together.

Fire Storm
is it hot in here or is it just you? : [smut] : honey, you've never looked so fine.

Calm Before the Storm
player's choice : any other number, or any combination.

Your scene can involve literal weather, but it doesn't have to. That's up to you!

Taken from marinara_lol @ IJ, who took it from connikebox @ LJ.

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getakickoutofit
2011-07-30 05:31 am UTC (link)

[All right, the sheer amount of concerning things to address in what he's just said is to such a point that she isn't sure where to even start. Her mouth had automatically fallen open to retort his bleak prognosis of how long she'll supposedly last in this chill, but she clamps it shut again when he goes on to mention prison. By the time he gets to "they don't always treat girls so good", her lips are a thin bloodless line, and then her brain circles round again to that homeless bit and she starts stammering.]

N-No! I'm not homeless, I'm just... [Well, there's the problem; she technically is homeless. No Order, no war, no Brother, and sure, she has a room, but it's not her room.] —I just can't go back right now!

[Because that sounds so much better. She clutches the blanket closer around her.] It isn't as if I asked to be brought here! That's just what this place does— and I'm not going to die, thank you very much.

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imnotyourdog
2011-07-30 05:52 am UTC (link)

Can't go back? What, you a runaway or somethin'?

[He never got that. Why would people want to leave when they have somewhere to go back to. Her talk of... This 'place' bringing her to other places gets her the oddest look, but surprisingly, he doesn't so much as comment on it. Live with a loony long enough and you learn to skim past some things for efficiency's sake.]

S'cold. Y'need someplace to stay or it'll get you.

['Course she's not going to die, not if Allen can do anything about it, but he wanted to toss all her options out there first -- he was rather hoping the first one would apply. If people see him bringing her home, home to a shabby motel room, they're going to talk. Him and Mana will be gone by next week, but this girl and her reputation's going to hang around for quite a bit.

Oh well.]

...Could bring ya home for dinner, I s'pose. Where's he anyway? You see this guy around? Tall, wears a top hat.

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getakickoutofit
2011-07-30 06:34 am UTC (link)

[With thin frustration, directed at that first question:] No!

[She won't argue that she needs to find somewhere to warm up, however. The feeling in her legs is fast disappearing and she wriggles her toes worriedly. Ah, at least Dark Boots aren't Equipment Type anymore. Lenalee begins to agree, then cuts herself off at that grudging dinner invitation. "Tall" and "wears a top hat" unfortunately describes two people that Lenalee knows, neither of which are Mana: the Earl (who is tall by way of being monstrously proportioned), and Tyki. She raises her hackles a bit, then catches herself and lowers them again. This is an Allen. If his world is anything like hers, then he can't possibly be talking about Tyki, because up until the Rewinding Town, neither of them had even been aware of what a Noah fundamentally was.]

No, I— haven't... [And she frowns, still tugging at the blanket. It's started to freeze stiff. Going out on a limb, here.] Ah, where's your home, if you don't mind my asking?

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imnotyourdog
2011-07-30 12:35 pm UTC (link)

[Tilts his head slightly at her reply. The force with which it's delivered makes it as good as a 'yes' to him, but he doesn't push the issue, because it's none of his business. He'd wanted to leave the circus too. Maybe she has a good reason for running away. When she says she hasn't seen Mana, though, the first waver of uncertainty quakes its way across his expression ― then breaks into the most unattractive scowl.]

[ muttering to himself: ] Tch, why's he always gotta wander off anyhow. Even promised he's gunna wait right'ere this time―

[Comes marching up to Lenalee, tugging his oversized mittens off as he goes. He's careful to keep his left side turned away, but she may still catch a glimpse of red before he drives that hand deep into a pocket and shoves the mittens at her, groceries tucked awkwardly under his left arm.]

[ continuing like he didn't just do that: ] Don't got one. Me an' my dad gotta room at this inn a few streets from'ere, it ain't posh or nothin' but it beats freezing outside. [ adding with a preemptively defensive hunch of bony shoulders! ] ―He's a good guy.

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