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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 14:02:14 GMT -5
Not super good at fandoms, but I can give them a go anyway. c; I like Walking Dead, Star Trek, and PLL but idk if those interest anyone here. otherwise i have an original superhero plot, a Broadway plot, and an on-the-run plot. usually I write a couple paragraphs but idc how much you write as long as it's more than one line.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 16:14:04 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 18:54:54 GMT -5
(Do you want to hear the superhero, Broadway, on-the-run, or all three? c: )
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 19:22:28 GMT -5
(Okie. Plot 1 is sort of a twist on the average superhero plot.
Character A is a police officer in a city plagued with crime. Sounds like a great place to work, right? Not so much. The city is overrun with superheroes, some of whom are corrupt, and will do anything to become the public's number one hero. Character B is a good-guy villain, who wants to change the dynamic for the better. The only problem? They want control of the city. Character A is sort of stuck between a rock and a hard place, and now has no idea who's on their side, or whose side they should be on.
Enter character C, a down-on-their-luck former hero who is rescued by A in the story's beginning. They had to give up heroism because they came into some personal issues. Alone, neither A nor C can save the city from the people who want to save it, but together, the outlook is a little more hopeful. (Characters in any of these plots can be added where necessary.)
Plot 2:
Character A is a Broadway star trapped in an unhealthy relationship with B, who wants them to give up their career. A starts doing shows under a stage name, but forced to work under-the-radar, their career is suffering. It almost comes crashing down when a member of the pit orchestra (C), and a huge fan, recognizes A. Now that C knows A's secret, it comes as sort of a relief, and they start to talk. A friendship blossoms between them. Where will it go?
Plot 3:
A is a person with a questionable past, who has shady characters after them. They were involved in some top secret operations before going on the run. B lives a perfectly normal life, works a desk job, has a Netflix account, and owns a dog. But B is lonely and looks a friend wherever they can find one. When B discovers A on the side of the road, bruised and unkempt, they stop. The shady characters are starting to catch up. Will A drag B into a life of danger, or tell them to get out while they can?
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 20:04:24 GMT -5
(awesome. do you want A or B? ;D)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 20:23:55 GMT -5
(What gender is character B?)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 21:02:18 GMT -5
Cool beans, I'll write a starter)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 21:37:37 GMT -5
It had been a long day. Any day spent outside during an Arizona summer was long, but spending it walking along the highway stretched it to infinity. Now that the sun was finally beginning to set, the lone traveller assumed could pick up the pace a little. Aubry—home to about thirty-five hundred very friendly people—was only ten miles away. Kennedy could see the city lights beckoning on the horizon, but it didn't seem to be getting any closer. Eventually he had to stop and sit down on the road's shoulder, among the broken glass and shredded rubber. The heat wasn't dissipating like he'd thought it would. He'd never experienced anything close to those Hellish temperatures.
Kennedy dug in his backpack for a bottle of water, only to find he'd left the cap slightly askew and it had spilled over all his belongings. Now the water was useless and so was everything else. Naturally things would go this way. It was just his luck. He couldn't call for help because he didn't carry a cell phone, couldn't even walk a quarter mile down the road to the next pay phone. For the first time in his life Kennedy was completely, utterly alone. He hadn't even seen a car pass by in the last three hours. It didn't seem as though anyone visited or left Aubry.
Pressing his back against the roadside chainlink, Kennedy laid down in the sand and hoped he'd be able to get up again sometime soon. All he wanted was to talk to someone, to have a normal conversation, for once. He got everything he wanted back home. Out here, in the real world, nothing seemed to be going his way. Still, leaving his fate to chance was a small price to pay for freedom.
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Mar 12, 2017 22:21:11 GMT -5
Lyra was in her car on her way home from work, it was a long drive but she worked in the big city in one of those big buildings you never saw in her small town. The job was boring, paid better than most jobs in Aubry But at least the drive home gave her time to rock out to her music for a while and self reflect. Her hands tapped on her steering wheel and her hair blew in the wind as she drove do the highway. Her eyes were locked on the road but the something caught her eye. Someone was walking in the distance. At the moment she was too far to see who or what it was.
She leaned over checking her texts, nothing. Of course. She had made no friends in the small town, which actually was kind of sad. But she never really had time, it was either work or sleep. Plus her dog was her best friend. By default, but still. The curly haired ginger woman sighed, she had spoken to people, but no one ever contacted her or made plans or was free wen she was so it was kind of difficult. But at least she saved money that way right? Minus all the food she snacked on when she was bored. Luckily she danced in her in home studio on the daily to keep in shape.
Finally close enough she narrowed her eyes to see if she could see who, or what was now laying on the ground by the side of the road. No luck. So the woman drove pulling off the the side of the road, in front of the man. She rolled down her window a bit and peered over at him. Naturally he had sand on him, made sense since he was currently laying in the sand. He didn't look too be in too good shape, and why was he all alone in the middle of no where basically. Lyra wondered for a moment if she should even be stopping here. "Uh, excuse me Sir. Are you alright?" She asked leaning over to get a better look at him. The kind person she was took over and over rid the little voice in her head telling her to leave him there and just call 9-1-1 . "Are you headed to Aubry or away from Aubry... I hope you know its not the smartest thing to walk, or lay by a highway in a desert..."
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 22:35:10 GMT -5
"Really? No..." Kennedy muttered, lying still, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. "I do this for a hobby. Don't worry." He wasn't great with people. Usually Kennedy could get by with just his pretty face, but he needed help, and that involved being polite. Struggling to sit up, he ran a hand through his golden hair and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I've, uh, I've been on the road for a while. I was actually headed into town but figured I'd—" He looked to his sopping wet backpack, then back to Lyra. "Screw it. I'm gonna be honest; I need a ride. If you don't want me in your car—" Kennedy motioned to his filthy clothing, "I get it. I'll just wait here."
That was a bad idea, too. He could barely sit up, let alone walk. The issue ran a little deeper than an empty water bottle. Kennedy prayed Lyra wouldn't leave him there, but at the same time, he understood. This was what he got for striking out on his own.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 23:06:00 GMT -5
Surprised she said yes, Kennedy raised an eyebrow and happily crawled back across the broken glass and rumble strips to Lyra's car. "Oh, hell, I haven't even seen an air conditioner in days..." he sighed, hauling himself into the passenger seat. "You're...honestly, I can't thank you enough." Shifting a little to reach his seat belt, Kennedy made the mistake of breathing. stifling a cough, he remarked, "I smell so bad. Gonna have to buy a new car after this." Back home he'd taken AC for granted. Now the cold air against his skin was—minus the first bite of a donut—the best thing in the world.
"By the way, I'm Kennedy," he told Lyra with a faint smile. "Call me K, Ken, Kenny, Dude, Hermit, I don't care. It's probably the only thing I can do for you right now."
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Mar 12, 2017 23:36:51 GMT -5
The woman smiled as he got in and once she heard the click of his seat belt she pulled away from the side of the road. Hearing his praise she waved her hand "Really, its no trouble. I couldn't just leave you on the side of the road. Plus its nice to have someone to talk to on this long drive home. Even if its close to the end of it." The woman laughed a bit. "Trust me I have a dog, and if you cant smell him from yesterday in here, my air freshener can kill any smell.
It wouldn't take to long to get back, but she couldn't help but wonder where he was going, or why Aubry was his choice destination. Of all the places someone could go. Let alone walk to. But it wasn't exactly her business, and she didn't really want to know while he was still in the car with her. What if he was some crazed killer. Oh well, it was too lazy now he was already in the car. "Oh, I'm Lyra King. You can call me Lyra, or Ly. I like Hermit, suits you." The woman laughed looking over at him for a moment "Its nice to meet you Ken, even if it was by the side of the road." Again a small laugh slipped past her lips. The radio was still pretty loud, but not to the point the too could not hear each other easily.
Her fingers tapped on the wheel to the beat of the song in an absent minded fashion as she drove. "So Ken, do you have a place to stay? I mean people don't really come to Aubry unless they have family there to be honest I dont even know if the inn is still running." Lyra shrugged her shoulders, "I mean like is Aubry your destination or just passin' through?"
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 12, 2017 23:52:25 GMT -5
"I kinda got that impression. No offense, but it looked like a pretty boring place on the map." Kennedy couldn't really give Lyra an honest answer as to why he was going to Aubry. Really, he'd just ended up there. Big cities—New York, London, Berlin—he'd tried all that. No such luck. Aubry must have been the edge of the earth, because he hadn't seen any of his assailants out here. Knock on wood. The simple answer was, "I'm running," but he couldn't tell Lyra that. Not yet, at least. At the same time, he didn't want to lie. She seemed to be a good, honest person, so Kennedy found a sort of grey area between truth and lie. "I'll stay as long as I can in Aubry. I'm kind of tired, you know? I can spend a night or two in a motel...got enough cash on me..." Thinking aloud, he watched the desert pass by in a blur, head against the car's window. How great it would be to have a normal life like Lyra's: work, the commute to and from work, a dog, a house...it all seemed terribly mundane and that was what Kennedy craved more than anything else. "Do you work in Aubry? It seemed like there wasn't really a job market. I mean, minus rock farming and McDonald's. Not sure which one I'd rather do."
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