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starhuevalley2018-08-14 09:51 pm
standingonmyneck) wrote in starhuevalley2018-08-14 09:51 pm
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How a Writer Kills Time and Makes Money
[Your character might've stopped by at a local coffee shop/bakery at some point during the day or evening hours. This particular coffee shop started showing an ad on the door just today:
Dark Coffee with Melody Powers, a series of readings by DM (SUN AT 7PM)
So hey, you happened to have walked in. Congrats. So you'd find a small woman on a stage. She would be sitting on a stool with a small glass of water, and a little microphone.
Every night, she had a new story to tell. All centered around one woman, one agent, on many quests.
She had a new story every night, but she was new. Tonight was her first night. She's done this before, she's had her original stories shared a number of times. But now...hey, she was doing something with it she guessed.
Ahem. So with the lights dimmed, she began. Reading the notebook in front of her, here we went.]
We all have long lives ahead of us. Or so we all always hope. Melody Powers woke up every day wondering where her own life was leading her. As soon as she thought such things, she shook them away. She knew she could step one foot forward, and it all would be over. Every step she took was a risk, that was the life she knew she had come to lead. Each passing step could lead herself closer to a wall of knives. Soon enough, she thought, she was going to hit face first into that wall.
Melody would have no one to blame but herself. She knew that.
It came to a point in which she almost expected a call from HQ daily. With each new risky day, a new body was surely needing a proper disposal.
[She continued like this for a good half an hour, seeming like she was reading a few chapters of an ongoing work. She would stop tonight when Melody Powers was about to come face to face with an assassin, someone who had been hunting her. It cut short right when it seemed like the assassin was about to have the upper hand.
Until next week.
For now, she would retreat and actually order a coffee, even at night. But she was free, she supposed. She did do a social thing so her social batteries were going to have to deal with it.]
So hey, you happened to have walked in. Congrats. So you'd find a small woman on a stage. She would be sitting on a stool with a small glass of water, and a little microphone.
Every night, she had a new story to tell. All centered around one woman, one agent, on many quests.
She had a new story every night, but she was new. Tonight was her first night. She's done this before, she's had her original stories shared a number of times. But now...hey, she was doing something with it she guessed.
Ahem. So with the lights dimmed, she began. Reading the notebook in front of her, here we went.]
We all have long lives ahead of us. Or so we all always hope. Melody Powers woke up every day wondering where her own life was leading her. As soon as she thought such things, she shook them away. She knew she could step one foot forward, and it all would be over. Every step she took was a risk, that was the life she knew she had come to lead. Each passing step could lead herself closer to a wall of knives. Soon enough, she thought, she was going to hit face first into that wall.
Melody would have no one to blame but herself. She knew that.
It came to a point in which she almost expected a call from HQ daily. With each new risky day, a new body was surely needing a proper disposal.
[She continued like this for a good half an hour, seeming like she was reading a few chapters of an ongoing work. She would stop tonight when Melody Powers was about to come face to face with an assassin, someone who had been hunting her. It cut short right when it seemed like the assassin was about to have the upper hand.
Until next week.
For now, she would retreat and actually order a coffee, even at night. But she was free, she supposed. She did do a social thing so her social batteries were going to have to deal with it.]
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[...THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE TAG, I'M SORRY,]
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[Look, it was to the point.]
Maybe I'm a sell out, but I'd still have my spine.
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[ONE GREEN TEA FRAPPE FOR... SIGH... "DRAGON LORD." Look, don't offer to write names on the cups if you're not prepared to deal with the consequences. Masamune takes the drink and points at Daria with his pinky.]
Unless the main character's going to pull one of these out of her ass to save the day and sing a coffee jingle.
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Well, don’t give me any ideas.
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[WELL GUESS HE'S JUST GOING TO INVITE HIMSELF TO TAKE THE OTHER SEAT.]
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[Oh what the hell, the night is young and she's probably not going to fucking die being friendly with another one of Noelle's characters.]
I'm in a good mood so I'm generous.
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Haa, so you're one of those people...
[His 'judgment' is purely for fun, here. Being a little shit to someone he just met beats trying to find something else to do for fun. ALL MASAMUNES IS THE SAME.]
Show a little more appreciation, would ya? Nobody reaches any kind of success without others supporting them.
[He takes a long, loud sip of his drink.]
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And you’re one of those. Completely obnoxious and full of yourself. With bad manners.
[She’s met plenty of them. But hey, fun right? She can have fun. Fun. She’s all about fun.]
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[His eye narrows a bit, but his shitty little grin only grows wider as he rests an elbow on the table and leans in.]
Do go on. Those types love to hear about themselves.
[HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU KNOW HIM.]
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Why would you want to prove my point? I'm just here to publicly share short stories. I would go on if I were paid.
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[SSSSIIIIIP.]
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[Was she competitive, nah. Not at all. But was she petty? Maybe a little. It just seemed an awful like someone was trying to beat her in her own game and this man was trying to challenge her. Someone’s own pride was at stake.]
I just take my cash prizes.
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[As nice as it would be to start another fight with some rando, he doesn't need snoopy ninjas to come and scold him for it. Or worse, Kojuro. He stands and nudges the seat back into place with his foot.]
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...We weren’t just joking around, were we?
[Social cues, what even the hell.]
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[Until she went and misjudged him (OR NAILED HIM?!). Little known fact: dragons have extremely delicate pride and once it's scratched they never forgive and never forget. Look at his big boy pout.]
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This is bad, right?]
The best part about being a big fat sell out is that you can buy apology tea lattes. With a shot of “I thought we were all just kidding around and maybe I went too far”.
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[He actually has no idea how he's supposed to handle this. At least he's too thrown off and confused to focus on being a cranky manbaby anymore?]
I already got a drink. [He taps his finger against his cup for emphasis.] Plus I thought I was just pissing you off, so why are you- you just being all passive-aggressive now or something? Implying I should be buying you one? Holy shit.
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Oh my god, did she break another one?]
I'm not implying anything. I thought we were just kidding around. Believe me, I've heard worse insults.
[Siggggh. Yet, she was still trying. Against all odds.]
So, I'm buying you another drink. As a truce.
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Truce for...? Shit, you really are trying to bully me.
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[She nearly stood up in her chair. But she had to...think this through some. The moment she let emotional backlash get the better of her, she'll ruin this whole thing before it even started. Don't wreck something you don't hate.]
I thought I offended you. For real. Were we actually supposed to be fighting about something?
[She was so confused mate. And listen, she hated sounding like the genuinely confused one. Talking about having pride.]