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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:29 am
Prompt 1. Simple, Friendly, Direct: The dawn of a new day approaches. You are just getting out of bed...or are you? Take us through your day, just this one, particular day from morning to night. Are you an early riser? Do you sleep in? Go to work? School? What do you eat, if anything? Does something interesting happen? The content is up to you, but we want to see what happens on any given day, from the time you wake up to the time you go to bed.
[xxx]Status: Started!
Prompt 2. To be announced.
[xxx]Status: Non-applicable.
Prompt 3. To be announced.
[xxx]Status: Non-applicable.
Prompt 4. To be announced.
[xxx]Status: Non-applicable.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:41 pm
Prompt 1. Simple, Friendly, Direct: The dawn of a new day approaches. You are just getting out of bed...or are you? Take us through your day, just this one, particular day from morning to night. Are you an early riser? Do you sleep in? Go to work? School? What do you eat, if anything? Does something interesting happen? The content is up to you, but we want to see what happens on any given day, from the time you wake up to the time you go to bed.
Prompt response: A quiet groan from beneath the covers signified that hiding from the sun was no longer an option. Fifth growled quietly, trying for another moment to continue pretending that there was no such thing as 'daytime' and it certainly wasn't interrupting his sleep, but to no avail. Finally, the Eilian threw off his covers, rising up like a vampire from the coffin, rubbing at his emerald green eyes sleepily as he glanced around the room, assuring himself that everything was in its proper place which, for the most part, it was. His twins were all curled up and asleep on a few mangy pillows, buried underneath... was that just a big shirt? Whatever, he would find them a new blanket sometime soon. No one else was in the room, it was still a bit of a mess... everything looked to be in order.
That was, except for one thing. There was a letter, of all things a letter sitting on the floor next to his... glorified pile of blankets. He frowned and lifted it, tipping his head to one side and scratching gently with his sharp talons beneath that mane of golden hair. What was... this all about? Cursing himself for his illiteracy, and the fact that despite that someone found out who he was, he roused the more intelligent of his two sons, the one who actually knew how to read despite how young he was.
"Damien? Daaamieeen, you need to read something for Daddy," he said quietly, gently shaking the wrath boy's shoulder in an attempt to bring him into the conscious world. Of course, that didn't work. Frowning softly, he shook his head and instead ventured into the rest of the house, where the rest of his 'family' was in the same state he was: that dizzy kind of confusion that comes with being awakened against your will. After trying to find someone conscious enough and literate enough to read his letter for him, Fifth found himself with a useless piece of paper, a small sticker, and a tape recorder.
Turns out that the letter had come from a place called Belcombe Curiosities. Though he hadn't the slightest idea where that was or what it had to do with him, it was decided that he was supposed to use the tape recorder to document his day and then to use the little sticker covered in writing to send it back to them. What business they had prying into his daily life, he wasn't sure in the least, but it did give him something to do at the very least.
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