voodoo_dolly
Well I read somewhere that it is very helpful for getting to know your characters by interviewing them. So here is a variation on that exercise....
The rule of this activity is that I post a question, asked in the style of my character (a few lines will do).
The next person posts the following:
Their character's name, age and a brief summary of their appearance
And more importantly
The answer to my question in the style of their character
And finally
In the style of their character, a question for the next person.
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Name: Ana Crow
Age: 14
Appearance: Ruggedly cut shoulder-length dark brown hair, green eyes, medium build but delicate features.
Ana tugged with false concentration on the hem of her skirt, avoiding their gaze as she spoke. Although she was the one asking the questions, somehow she felt interrogated and guilty. Guilty... about what?
"So..." she said, trying to hide the awkwardness in her voice... "How's the family?"
((That actually required a bit of thinking for me
sweatdrop so now I know what I need to improve! Hooray for TTG))
Name: Oliver Samswhitt
Age: 14 and a 1/2
Appearance: medium height, average/skinny build, big brown eyes, mahogany-coloured hair and small lips (attractive, I guess). He usually wears jeans, hiking boots, loose jeans, a dark blazer and a t-shirt.
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"How's my family?" Oliver said, slightly confused. Ana stared down at her shoes, trying to avoid his face. She sighed, then put a strand of hair behind her ears. She tried to avoid the conversation as best she could, but it had to come down to this.
"Look, Oliver," she said quietly, "I know that there was always something between us, but I-"
"But you what?" Oliver shot at her, "All you care about is your parents. Can't you decide something by yourself? We're not five anymore!" His hand was clenched tightly, his nails digging into his pale skin. Now the guilt was unbarable (sp?) to Ana, feeling it run through her vains, fogging her veiw.
"I'm not in love with you anymore, Oliver! My parents have nothing to do with this! They don't care, I just tried to find a reason...find some way to stop us from going out with eachother!" She breathed in sharply, crossing her hands on her chest and turning away from him. Tears poured down her face, down her slender neck...
"Fine," Oliver said stiffly. He slowly walked away, dwelling on his last words to her.
"Love is a funny thing, isn't it?
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I'd continue, but I think I'm boring some people already. -__-''