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colourexplosion ([info]colourexplosion) wrote,
@ 2008-06-12 02:05:00


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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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[info]lemonadeandgin
2008-06-13 01:38 am UTC (link)
Napoleon: Ramses, desirable, arguing

Daphne: bird, crimson, running

Rex: Roswel, unstoppable, partying

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[info]colourexplosion
2008-06-13 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Daphne

A crimson flash in the sky and Daphne screams. Followed by a blue, then a black. A scream accompanies each one. Her parents laugh, and Daphne thinks they must have known taking her to the Bird Conservatory would be a bad idea.

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[info]colourexplosion
2008-06-14 07:35 am UTC (link)
Napoleon

"Look, Ramses, I'm sure you're looking for her, but she's not here." Napoleon makes a face at the wall, glad he answered his own phone for once.

"No. I promise. She's not. Try her cellphone. Yes. Okay. Goodbye." He sighs and hangs up the telephone, tapping his pen on the desk. It certainly is desirable, Ramses' methods of wrangling women. Not that women are cows or something that need to be wrangled. Napoleon sighs to himself and rests his head in his hands.

"Mr. Bonaparte?" Ana says, coming into his office, once again forgetting to knock.

"Yeah?"

"The copier's jammed. Can you do that thing where you're like...nice to it or whatever?"

"Yeah, sure." Napoleon gets up from his desk and as he brushes by her, whispers in her ear, "Your boyfriend called. He wants to talk to you."

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[info]colourexplosion
2008-06-15 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Rex

It's another Thebes party. Another. They're constant. Unstoppable. Roswel's here, Rex can see his bright hair through the slews of people. He shakes his head, wondering if he should kick him out. He's still considering it as he walks over to Roswel, a cup in his hand.

"Roswel." It's all he says. It's all he has to. He stares at Roswel for a few moments, still debating in his mind.

"Rex?" the other boy answers uncertainly.

Rex raises an eyebrow. "Have a good time," he says, and then walks away, pushing his way back to Regan through slews of people.

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