Liz (ow_mybrain) wrote,
@ 2008-06-11 19:53:00

Current location:	living room
Current mood:	geeky
Current music:	"Hotel Song," Regina Spektor
Entry tags:	drabbles, top ten

more memes (who'd'a thunk it?)
Comment on this entry with one (or more) of my characters and a category (or more than one, if you like), and I'll reply with my top 10. Anything (conceivably) goes, i.e. books, punctuation marks, designers, beverages, etc.

AND

Comment on this entry with a character and three prompts - a noun, an adjective, and a verb - and I'll write a little drabble about it.

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	colourexplosion 2008-06-12 01:53 am UTC (link)
	Laura: top ten movies! Cori: Ros, green, dancing. (Reply to this)(Thread)

ow_mybrain
2008-06-12 06:54 am UTC (link)

Laura
(In no particular order)
1. Forrest Gump
2. Pocahontas
3. Footloose
4. Peter Pan (2003)
5. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
6. A Walk to Remember
7. Little Women
8. Miss Congeniality
9. That Thing You Do!
10. The Princess Bride

Cori
Cori pokes her head out of her dorm room door and glances down either side of the hallway. It's a Sunday afternoon and most everyone is outside soaking up the rays on the beach. She smiles a little to herself and closes the door, then pushes aside the throw rug between her and her roommate's beds. She ducks down to pull a green shoebox from underneath her bed, revealing a pair of tap shoes. It's been a while since she's taken lessons, but she just caught the end of Singin' in the Rain on TV and wanted to see what she could remember. She slips the shoes on and ties them tightly, then moves to the center of the room. She smiles when the taps clack against the tile floor and starts to hop around, trying to find the steps. She's getting really into it when there's a knock at the door. Frantic, she tosses the box back under the bed, fixes the rug, and then shuffles over to the door, opening it to see Roswel. "Oh, hey Roswel," she says, cheeks burning pink. "What, um, brings you down here?"

"It sounds like... like lots and lots of Tic-Tacs shaking around," he says, peering around her into the room. "Are you having a breathmint avalanche?"

Cori laughs, her cheeks still red beneath their freckles. "Um. No. I was..." she puts her hand over her eyes and slaps one of her feet against the ground. "Tapdancing."

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	colourexplosion 2008-06-12 06:56 am UTC (link)
	CUTIES OMG. ALL OF THEM. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ow_mybrain 2008-06-12 07:23 pm UTC (link)
	I ruined Roswel, omfg. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	colourexplosion 2008-06-12 07:36 pm UTC (link)
	No you didn't! At least, I don't think so. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	lemonadeandgin 2008-06-13 12:31 am UTC (link)
	Are you kidding? I wish I thought of a breathmint avalanche. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	dreamandawake 2008-06-12 02:59 am UTC (link)
	Spencer: stars, loved, writing. (Reply to this)(Thread)

ow_mybrain
2008-06-12 07:19 pm UTC (link)

Spencer glances up at the sky. Despite the city lights, the moon and stars are still shining brightly. Paris really is the prettiest city in the world. It's probably a little weird to cart your MacBook out to the patio at three in the morning to write an e-mail, but Claire's asleep and Spencer's got something on his mind. It's not guilt, he tells himself; Spencer Hughes does not know guilt. But he's been sleeping with Claire for half the semester and Edward probably ought to know. Especially since things have been so strained lately. Spencer sighs, frustrated, as he logs into his e-mail account. It's hard to express how you felt for someone through an e-mail. To some degree, he wishes he could do this face-to-face, but Spencer knows how Edward gets when he's really upset, and he kind of likes the way his face looks right now. He types in Edward's e-mail address and holds his breath for a moment, trying to think of how to start.

Dear Edward...

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	derkins 2008-06-12 03:35 am UTC (link)
	Peter: girls, lithe, flying. (Reply to this)(Thread)

ow_mybrain
2008-06-12 06:21 am UTC (link)

Peter scrambles up onto the rock and finally rises to a standing position, lining up his dive as Tiger Lily watches from below with wide eyes, probably admiring his lithe body with its tan, freckly skin and smooth, lanky, boyish muscle. He grins obnoxiously down at Tiger Lily and flings his arms up over his head, his messy, dark blonde hair curling from the moist, salty air. He lets out a joyful yell as he leaps from the rock, the words "I'm flying!" escaping before he plunges into the water below. He breaks the surface after a few seconds, shaking his head like a wet dog might to dry out its fur, and bursts out laughing at the slightly worried look on Tiger Lily's face. "I'm fine, Tiger Lily! Here, why don't you give it a try..."

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	derkins 2008-06-12 06:24 am UTC (link)
	TINK OBJECTS. XD (Reply to this)(Parent)

	lemonadeandgin 2008-06-13 12:59 am UTC (link)
	Viola: letter, verbose, venting ~~Spencer: sex, sexy, sexing~~ Spencer: party, unguarded, talking (Reply to this)(Thread)

Spencer

ow_mybrain
2008-06-13 01:39 am UTC (link)

Spencer tosses back another shot of tequila and bursts into laughter--almost giggling, really--at part of a story someone's telling him. He licks the rest of the salt off his hand and jams a wedge of lime into his mouth. He's half-listening to someone else talking in his ear as he glances around the room, looking at all the people. The lime drops out of his mouth in surprise as he lays eyes on a dark-haired young man, just about his age, who's giving him the eye as well. He lifts his brows and the boy makes his way through the crowd towards Spencer, who is more than a little toasted.

"Hey," Spencer says, dragging the word out a little bit, a smirk curling the corners of his lips.

The boy smirks back and lifts a hand to Spencer's cheek, then leans in to kiss the opposite one. "What's your name?" he murmurs.

"Spencer," he replies, his alcohol-flushed skin growing even warmer. He's pretty sure he could come right now. "Yours?"

"Edward," he replies, drawing back with that same smirk.

"Well, Edward," Spencer says, stretching his arms over his head and stumbling a little to the side. He laughs and rights himself, looking at Edward with heavy-lidded eyes. "I think we should go in that room over there and take all our clothes off and see what happens." He's normally more subtle, but the alcohol turns him into Captain Obvious.

Edward hooks two fingers into the belt loops on Spencer's low-hanging jeans and pulls him forward, away from the mass of other drunk, horny college students.

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Viola

ow_mybrain
2008-06-13 03:12 am UTC (link)

(venting got changed to meditation!)

Viola is sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, swaying gently to the soft music playing from her stereo. She just got done with her yoga, since it was too hot to walk all the way back to campus to go swimming. So now she's cooling down--a little meditation--before she goes to make breakfast. She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, then leans back to look at the ceiling briefly before standing up, turning off the stereo, and heading out of her room. She pops a couple of frozen waffles into the toaster and sits down at the kitchen table, sorting through the pile of mail Sebastian left before he went to the art supply store in town. Viola begins to sort through it, putting aside Sebastian's letters and leafing through her own. She pulls out one in a pale blue envelope. It's a letter from her mother. Viola smiles and tears the envelope open, pulling out the letter and beginning to read. Her mother writes the longest letters ever, but Viola's learned which parts are important and which parts aren't. It's almost like a puzzle, picking out the easy way to say what her mother tries to portray so elaborately.

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	owllight 2008-06-13 08:08 am UTC (link)
	Robin: Ramses, furry, spinning (I have no idea what you'll make of that, bb) Peter: treasure, transparent, combing (Reply to this)(Thread)

Robbie

ow_mybrain
2008-06-13 08:45 am UTC (link)

There's a knock at the door. Robbie scoops the cat up into his arms and bolts out the window and down the fire escape. Suddenly, a crash signals that whomever it was knocking has decided to come in by force. Robbie knows the Captain caught sight of his hair through the window and speeds his passage down the ladder, clutching the cat one-handed against his chest. He hears a yell from above and hits the ground running, cutting through next door's yard to get back onto the street. The patrol car outside his building has the sirens and lights on, and Ramses partner jumps out of the car, holding Robbie at gunpoint.

"Don't shoot!" he yells, still holding the cat. "She's a cool cat!"

Ramses pops out the front door and Robbie ducks for cover, and then...

He wakes up.

Head spinning and stomach churning, he rolls out of bed and stumbles toward the bathroom. He's never letting Will cook again.

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ow_mybrain
2008-06-15 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Peter turns the page of the book he's reading, Treasure Island. He doesn't read much by himself, but Wendy's busy or sleeping or not in the living room, at any rate. He likes it better when she reads to him, but the story's so good he can't help himself. He frowns a bit at a piece of clear tape stuck to the next page and tries to pull it off but only succeeds in tearing the page. He makes a noise of frustration and Wendy emerges from the bedroom, a brow lifted at him as she watches him try to stick the page back together. "What's wrong, Peter?"

"I ripped the page. Who puts tape in library books?" he scoffs, scowling at the page.

Wendy moves over to the couch where Peter is laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. She peers at the page and lifts a hand to his hair, combing through the mess of curls on his head with her fingertips. "Would you like me to read?" she asks.

"Yes," Peter says quickly, sitting up and handing her the book. "Please," he adds as an afterthought.

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	lastbeautifool 2008-06-17 11:51 pm UTC (link)
	MWAHAHAHA. I FINALLY GET AROUND TO THIS. peter: hook, sharp, slide laura: bottle, greek, flip (i don't know.) (Reply to this)

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