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Writing Unprepaired Exercise

Introduction
Usually in an RP you have some sort of preperation. Say, an outline of the plot, a little bit of back log to read if other players have started without you, and sometimes even OOC information about other characters in the game, such as from character bios. In fact, this is usually a sign of a good RPG. I know it always makes me feel better.

Well, this is going to be different to help you get out of that safety net. It's not always the GM's job to tell you everything ahead of time, or really anything at all. In fact, there doesn't even have to be a GM. You may simply find yourself in a room (physically or internet wise) with a handful of people you already trust as RPers, and you all decide to wing it. Or maybe one person has a plan but hasn't told you a damned thing about it. You're just expected to pull a character of some sort out of your a**.

That's exactly what this is going to be like, except that it's not going to be an ongoing RPG, just a single response to the prompt below. Even in regular, GM-fitted RPGs you're supposed to be surprised every once in a while and you don't want to be caught twiddling your thumbs! So have some fun with this, let your imagination run! As long as you pay attention to the details in the prompt, everything else should be free reign.

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P.S. Any one may write a prompt and post it as long as you put effort into it (few technical errors, riveting scenario) and wait for people to finish responding to the prompt before it.

Damn that man
::He ran through the foggy rain that pelted his skin...but he was already too late. A shot rang out ahead. He kept running. Another one, accompanied by a flash of light...and then the scene emerged. The hulking figure standing trimuphantly over the shattered corpse of a woman. He felt dizzy a moment.::
Oh God...
God, what have you done?
::They both looked down at the poor woman. The brute with the gun wore a smirk on his face and pulled out a cigar. The other, smaller man, leaning on his knees catching his breathe.::
You were too slow, Prant. It seems the devil on my shoulder is just a wee bit faster n' you.
::The man chuckled as he talked. Prant, the smaller man, could only grimace. There had to have been another way....but what was done was in the past. Prant looked around, but nobody was in sight. In the distance, sirens wailed like the dead, fast approaching with the larger man's doom. Prant nodded....::
It had to be done...but...there must have been another way...I mean for the love of God...she was your wife!
::Bigger man contemplated this. Then he turned on Prant.::
They had her...they were this close to giving them the world... ::The bigger man held his index finger and thumb less than an inch apart.:: She knew what had to be done...she knew what I meant and why I did it....she wanted it this way...to be free ::He looked over his shoulder, than walked slowly back into the fog. As he disappeared, Prant heard him say::
Its over now. Stale mate....

(( As much as what I'd like to see of how Tersiel would handle this situation... I must now whip out another of my underused characters and throw him at it in a 4:30AM rant... ))



"Why does it always have to happen when you can't be there to help?" Tobias said to himself insrospectively, drawing two fingers through the blood upon the side of the woman's head as he crouched beside the crumpled corpse. His elbows rested across his knees as he crouched there, the black glove from his left hand clutched within the one upon his right, and the droplet of crimson that ran down the side of the pale skin of his left hand was a sark contrast to his otherwise complete absense of color.

"I wish I would have known... well... I wish I would have known sooner..." he said, pushing himself off just a bit from the ground as he stood; sticking those two fingers into his mouth to wipe of the small amount of blood before his hand slipped back into the glove.

Tobias took two steps to the left, stepping around the large man who stood there, still clutching the gun like a maniac and breathing harshly through clenched teeth at the dead woman... he didn't seem to be paying attention to the approaching sirens at all, and, from the looks of things, he was completely lost in his own little world.

"...such a pity when they just... lose it..." he said, walking around the man almost completely; stepping to the far side of the bench that the woman had been leaning upon and leaning, himself, upon the back of it as he looked over the two with a rather sad expression present in his pale face and pure, blue eyes, "...it means I'm not doing my job right, I suppose... I should really just quit... I've never been very good at it..."

Tobias looked towards the fallen woman once more, staring as the blood drained from her and onto the sidewalk, then looked up to the heavens, hoping that the rain would come soon enough to wash this deed away... at least partially.

"Guardian Angel... bah..." he said, with a slight tone of disgust at his predicament. It had been a rather confusing 'life' for the past few years, ever since he lost that first one... he was beginning to think that it would be a good idea to go back to heaven and at least see if they were willing to give him a new assignment... but very little seemed tempting about that idea.

With a slight sigh, he pushed off from the bench and turned to walk back down the sidewalk from where had come, himself ignoring the approaching sirens and leaving it to the humans to clean up this mess that was caused by nothing but his own negligence. It's not like they cared whether he came or went, they couldn't even see him... not unless he let them...

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm just getting too old for this..." Tobias said with a sigh as his hands dug down into the pockets of his black overcoat, pulling it tight against his shoulders as he stared down at the sidewalk and trudged on... then a sudden ray of inspiration hit him and he seemed to perk right back up again.

There was a little girl down the street that would be in a bike accident later today... maybe that would make him feel better about himself...

(This one was tough for me. This isn't the type of thing I role play, but after alot of thought this is what i'm coming up with.)


"Now, that's just plain sloppy. You could have just waited till she got home, Fujiko." the man all dressed in white said as he approached Fujiko. He just hovered there for a second, awaiting the man's next response.

Fujiko just looked to his side, where the man in white was. Several of the witnesses that stared at him in shock, were now even more scared as he appeared to be talking to himself.

"I see," said the man in white. "Wouldn't it have been more fun to just get her all alone and eviscerate her? That's what you told me last night, at least in your book," he laughed.

Fujiko, again to the nervous onlookers, appeared to be talking to himself. The police could be heard coming from half a mile away.

"You better run, Fujiko. I warned you about making it a public display, but guess who wouldn't listen," the man in white said. His face seemed to have a constant smile the whole time.

The police finally arrived to find Fujiko talking to himself.

"Now, now Fujiko. Stop talking to me. The men in the police car will think you're crazy or perhaps you like the cell with all the padding," the man in white grinned and giggled. "Oh, and I suggest you drop that gun."

Fujiko froze and dropped the gun to the ground. Not more than a second and the police had him pinned to the ground. They carried him off into their car, kicking and screaming.

"Goodbyyyye, Fujiko. And don't forget to tell them that the butcher made you do it," the man in white giggled some more. He waved as the police cars left the scene.

"Your sense of editting sucks," Sara scoffed as she watched the rest of the scene unfold, with the young cop dramatically running towards the gunman, tortured by the death of his dear little girlfriend. The mood was the only thing going for this goddamn movie: those actors were all the greenest snotty-a** kids the veteran director had ever encountered, the writers were untalented hacks, the editors couldn't pick a workable camera angle, and her coffee was cold.

"It looks fine, you know?," one of the new generation, tech-savvy editors responded. "Horror movies aren't expected to look that good anyways..."

"Boy, who said this was a horror movie? Does this look like a horror movie to you?" Her dark face knotted up in rage, and she jabbed her finger at the screen as the now-vampire girlfriend flew after her old lover in bloodlust. Sara was sure that she probably didn't look to different from the undead herself, maybe a facial and a rest at a spa could help her out. Lord have mercy.

"Well, yeah. It's a horror movie, right?" the techie responded, and at that moment Sara wished she had her contract right there so she could tear it to pieces, three million dollars or no. Dealing with all of these greens was going to drive her completely crazy, as if the critics didn't think that of her already.

"This ain't a horror movie, son. This is s**t." She pounded the table with her fist, forcing the television image to wobble. The sound of breathing wasn't even present for a moment, and the team of editors just gaped in horror. Sara walked around from one to the other like a drill sargent, staring each in the eye and seeming to tower over each one of them, despite her tiny stature.

"All of ya, this s**t better be upgraded to at least crap, if not crud by the time I return. Because I don't know or care about you, but I ain't putting my name on a movie like this." Silence for another few moments, but the editors looked at each other uneasily. Sara grabbed her coffee mug, dumped the cold contents on the already dirty rug, and stormed out of there. Yes, she decided, a spa would be a great idea as of now, but it didn't help her that one of the other crew members was approaching her now. What the hell did they want?

...and Cut! That was great. biggrin

The movie one.

3nodding It was the morphing that was super cool. It does kind of duck the possible "intent" of the peice, but that's why it's all up to interpretation. wink You sly fox, you.