Post by Imorta Thaw on Jul 31, 2009 11:49:09 GMT -8
Yeah... half of this I posted in quotes, but it's all in one word document, so I just copy pasted it here. Too lazy to check what's already been posted.
I think it depends on where he's run away to and how long he stayed away. Did he hide out at his friend's for a few days or did he use the last of his allowance money to buy a bus ticket to the big city hours away from home and try to survive on the streets for weeks or months or years? A kid who just walks out the house and ends up on a blowup mattress in his friend's basement until his friend's parents notice doesn't need a serious reason but someone who takes his money and goes to the bus station and buys a one way ticket to a city and gets on the bus and rides all the way to the city and then gets off and walks away from the station had better at least think he has a damn good reason for the shit he's about to put himself through. A lot of teenagers don't have a realistic sense of street life but by the time he's watching the bus doors close from a city depot, his hands in his empty pockets, he's got to have at least an tiny voice in his head asking if this is really a better life than the one he's leaving. And if he's going to the extreme of being a street kid in a big city, I guess there's also the factor in why a kid his age would run away of what does he think life on the street is going to be like? A kid that thinks he might end up having to be a rent boy just to survive is going to have a much more serious reason for leaving than a kid who's only seen a movie or read a book where a young homeless kid always has enough to eat and a clubhouse-looking place to sleep and maybe a gang of loyal friends he runs with.
"The Emperor's pet mage had been detained."
It had been five years, but he would know his old friend anywhere -- short and skinny, black leather, flaming red hair, and a stump where his right hand had been.
"It had been 18 years since she had seen him, and the fact that he was dead and she was seeing him now
really unnerved her."
"Waking up from nightmares is never fun; it's as if your body's running a check to make sure that, when your life really is
in danger, you have the reflexes and physical prowess to save yourself. Me, I always die before I wake up - wonder if it's a
sign."
"Have you been borrowing my body again?"
“Crap,” he said, staring at his reflection in the mirror and running his hand across his forehead. With fingers caked in blood he poked at the hole where the bullet had entered.
As Death's lips left mine, I suddenly wondered if this was legal.
There's a Vampire saying: That which runs away is my prey, That which stands and fights is my enemy but what about that which does nothing at all except stare into my eyes. How do we classify them?
Dammit, I'm dead. AGAIN.
As he died, with that damn smile on his face, he looked right at me and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back."
The door opened and he came in. He wore black all over, down to the gloves and tinted glasses, and carried a folder stuffed full of paper.
"Hello, Mr./Mrs./Miss [last name]. It's time we had a chat." He brandished the folder with menace.
[Character] winced in his/her bindings. "That's an awful lot to talk about."
"Oh, that's not for talking about - that's just to get you to talk."
That was worth a laugh. "Blackmail won't work on me."
He grinned. Oh, God, he had an awful grin. "Oh, no, this isn't for blackmail."
"Oh?" [Character] raised a mocking eyebrow. "What are you going to do, give me papercuts 'til I talk?"
"Yesss," he hissed, the awful grin widening. "Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do here."
It was pretty much an established rule that vampires should not show up at Heaven's gates.
Yes, I killed a man. Yes, I meant to do it. No, I'm not apologizing. Any questions?
"If he won't step into a church, in front of a mirror, out into the sun and insists that the fun only starts after the sun goes down? That red flag going up? It means you need a new boyfriend."
Character A: B? They said you were drowned, shot in the head, chopped up into tiny pieces, and thrown off a cliff! *(you can replace any of these with your own)*
Character B: Yes! And "hurt like a bitch" doesn't even begin to describe it!
At a small farm in the middle of the countryside of [AREA], a long scream breaks the silence of the night.
She seemed to wake from what dark thoughts held her mind, and the sadly silken rustling of her purple dress sounded desolate and lonely below the cathedral's star vaults. Lifting the hem out of the way of the slowly spreading pool of blood, she stepped around the body of her lover.
The cart rocked from side to side, as the single horse pulled it over the thin, muddy road. The bodies of the freshly hanged robbers lay limply piled on each other, heads lolling back and forth. One started to move, and from beneath her friends [NAME] climbed off the cart.
"I met him on the stairs." (followed up with, "Well, actually, I stumbled over his unconscious body.")
Should I confess today?
"It was a cold bright day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
a character insists he's a vampire. he provides no proof, and no one ever finds out if he is or not, but he does things like wears clothes that cover his whole body, and wears a ski mask and a hoodie when in the sunlight, and crosses the road when they pass by a chursh, etc.
"Someone who, when they have coins in their pocket, must repeatedly stack them in order of size...."
A character who never meets the eyes of whoever they're talking to. (Not necessarily a shy person.)
Must look in a mirror at self whenever one is available.
{Vampire hunter much?}
A character that refuses to let someone follow them up stairs, they always go last.
A character that is passive/aggressive, but in unusual ways (i.e--a favorite hobby of mine is opening doors for people that are comparatively far away, say 20-30 feet, from said door, and watching them run to the door that I am holding open for them)
"I have a name I wanna call you, but I won't say it even though there's nobody here, because it's such a long list of curses that by the time I'm done someone would have walked by, heard me and said '-char name-, you're in trouble!'"
"This is how we play the game: first, you run away, second, I chase you, third, we battle somewhere dark and scary, fourth, you kill me... Wait, no, that can't be right. Someone check the script... Oh, it is... Well damn, this sucks."
"Whatever you do, don't press the red button."
"What? There's no red button here!"
"Which is why it's very important to not press it!"
"Were you dissapointed when you found out that unicorns do not, in fact, taste like corn?"
"I was CRUSHED."
"WHERE ARE THE MORALS IN THIS CHURCH?!"
~ "However long the night / still too soon comes first light."
~ "red-black streaks decorated the night. / murder is most beautiful by little light."
~ "the horror of not being able to scream / is the very worst part of a bad dream."
"I'm not afraid of commitments. I'm just really lazy."
1514: György Dózsa, székely man-at-arms and peasants’ revolt leader in Hungary, was condemned to sit on a red-hot iron throne with a red-hot iron crown on his head and a red-hot sceptre in his hand (mocking at his ambition to be king), by Hungarian oppressors in Transylvania. While Dózsa was still alive, he was set upon and his partially roasted body was eaten by six of his fellow rebels, who had been starved for a week beforehand.
Death by constant exposure to Arsenic, combined with extremely small portions of Stryctnine, that way, as you lie rotting in your cell, amongst your own fecal matter, your stomach burns for water, and there is none, save your own urine, which is in itself tainted with poison.
And when your about to die, each and every one of your fingers are smashed with a maul, one by one, until pulp-like, and if you survive, your wounds are carterized, and your thrown back into your cell to die of starvation.
"We need to calm her down somehow."
"If she was any calmer, she'd be comatose..."
"Oh no, I have the guts alright. I just... also have a conscience. Damn."
"This whole being-awake-when-the-sun-is-up thing just isn't working out for me."
"That amputated arm is still moving! I do not approve!"
-"There are two things I love most in the world. Massive bloodshed and fine italian opera. Guess what its time for?"
"I'll always love you, even though you killed me."
"Okay! That's it! Prophesied child or not, I am kicking your ass!"
"I take my over-achievement very seriously."
"Only you could talk to a corpse for *twenty minutes* and not realize something was amiss."
C1: "Do I even want to know what you're doing?"
C2: "Off hand... I'd say no."
C1: "Ah. Carry on then."
"You do stuff like this just to see me run away screaming, don't you?"
"Why do we have to beat up everything? Not all of it wants to kill us, I'm sure."
"Give me back the coffee, and I will allow you to continue to breathe."
"You know, my life used to be normal. Then I made friends with *insert name*, and I realized that 'normal' is a very loose term..."
"As far as you're concerned, I am God, and I am really pissed off!"
"If you do not wish to lose an eye or two, and possibly one or more limbs, I suggest you let go of my hair."
C1: *Pokes C2*
C2: Knock it off.
C1: *Flicks C2*
C2: *Glares*
C1: You facial expressions are so funny!
C2: I didn't have most of these faces until I met you!
Person 1: "....Can't home be like...next?"
Person 2: "C'mon, Person 1, where's your sense of adventure?!"
Person 3: "Probably at home....with my sanity, because I apparently left THAT behind when I agreed to this!"
C1: And then they lived happily ever after.
C2: How do you know they lived happily ever after?
C1: Because it's in the book.
C2: Maybe the book lied.
C1: The book can't lie. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been published.
C2: Well, how do you know no one got sick after they got married? Or maybe their puppy died. Or maybe someone broke into their house and stole their stuff. What if one of them lost their wedding ring? What if--
C1: It's a freakin' fairy tale, Kid! What do you WANT from me?!
C2: The truth.
"Smile. It makes people wonder what you're thinking."
Girl: What's wrong with me? I'm in love with a (vampire/ghost/lycanthrope), and I still have to do my math homework."
"Hmmm....Smells awfully heretical around here."
There’s a special place in hell reserved for people like you
I’ve always wanted to travel somewhere warm
She just didn’t know him well enough to take everything he said with an entire salt mine.
Get yourself a life and water it daily
When a woman who has much to say says nothing her silence can be deafening
“Are you mad!?”
“Why does everyone ask me that?”
"Did you ever think about the consequences of your actions?" [Char 1] admonished sternly, staring down at the boy who didn't look even remotely lamentable/regretful (whatever word floats your boat)
"Obviously, since I tried to bolt soon afterwards." [Char 2] retorted, stoically,
"...[Char 2], what are we going to do with you?"
"Let me out?"
"No chance in hell, kid."
"Then why bother asking?"
5) She was shivering; covered in blood, and grime, and fear. Her eyes were wide, teary, and shone like an emerald dipped in crystal. Terror seeped from the very pores of her skin, and it was this desperate horror that made her the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
“Have you had to shot someone yet? Have you shot a friend? A best friend? Have you? Have you pulled a trigger and seen your best friend’s head explode and walked around in a dream with his blood running down your face and in your mouth picking shards of skull from your shirt like cat’s teeth? Have you done that? Then don’t talk to me about surviving until you have!”
Person A: Are you making fun of me?
Person B: No, that was earlier.
"What, so you can read minds? Tell me what I'm thinking."
"Well, that's hardly fair. You gotta give me something to work with."
"Why did you do it?"
"What 'it' are you refering to?"
"All those murders, all that destruction, all the chaos you caused. There must have been some reason. Some justification for all of it. Why did you do it, damn you?!"
"Sometimes, old friend, 'for the lulz' is a perfectly valid reason."
C1: I volunteer...you. to talk to her!
C2: that's good.... hey now wait a second
C1: she refuses to talk to me, anyways. i dont blame her, i'd be afraid to talk to a bloodthirsty vampire too.
C2: I doubt that's why she fears you
"Yes, and five minutes ago you were a human, sweetheart"
C1: "I think my girlfriend is a vampire."
C2: "Hate to say I told you so, but..."
C1: "No, I mean actually. Like, Dracula, except hot."
C2: "So what are you going to do?"
C1: "Well, I think I'm going to have to return the garlic bread."
"The time for action is past. Now is the time for senseless bickering!"
The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it's true.
"I like poetry, taking long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick."
P1: Hey hey hey!! I've got the most amazing thing to show you!
P2: (sighs and rolls eyes) If its just another dead body, I'll be really disappointed
P1: Ha... oh... (has to stop and think) ... Uh, well there is this other thing that I could show you...
c1: Everyone shut up! I'll solve this arguement once and for all. (C2) I'm thinking of a number, what is it?
c2: 3?
c1: Wrong. Now go get the damn pizza.
c2:n *grumbles and leaves.*
c3: What was the number anyway?
c1: Blue.
"Men have two heads," the 14-year-old takes the subject of sexual predators together, "one does the thinking and the other hold the hat."
"Don't just leave that on my desk! I have dead things to judge!"
"Go to Hell and wait for me. Don't touch ANYTHING. I've got to deal with this damn gaggle of Nuns."
"Dad, I'm not a crazed gunman. I'm an assassin. What the difference? One's a job and the other is mental sickness! Put mom on the phone."
Desperate fear of being out of control and need to be in control...of everyone or everything
Looking for an apprentice or heir, and being willing to take one by force
The villian wants to kill someone, badly. That person is untouchable by the villian, whether due to blood relation, sentiment, or fear of harming someone close to the enemy that the villian also cares for. Anyone else around the villain's target is still fair game.
I think, therefore I'm dangerous. I write, therefore I am.
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will certainly annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." -Herm Albright
Me: What have you got for your risk assessment?
Him: Well, Sodium Hydroxide is toxic, so no eating it.
Me: *blinks at*
Him: and if you get water on the plug, and it sparks and starts to make smoke, then you turn the power off and move/run away
Me: *further blinking*
Him: and you has to be careful with the glass stuff, cause if it slips off the desk it will go 'phooooom!'
Me: How the hell do you get top grades?!
"Fool! Don't fall off the couch."
"Fools, my dear, have more fun."
"Do you... love me...?"
"... Darling. A glimpse of your eyes leaves me breathless, and the thought of not loving you leaves me cold."
"Say you love me."
"... Love is weak and fleeting when faced with what I feel for you."
"Is that your date, or your hostage?"
"... There's a difference?"
A: Stop touching me!
B: Well you stop touching me!
C: Said the married couple.
Me: {Teacher}, can you just turn the stapler on your desk so it's facing a different direction?
Teacher: Huh? What for?
Me: It looks like it's staring at me.
Friend: It's a stapler. It's not real. How can it be "looking" at you?
Me: *Shrugs* It just looks like it's looking at me. Can you move it please?
Teacher: Okay, then... *Moves stapler* That better?
Me: Perfect. Thank you.
Friend: *Pause as she stares at the stapler and sighs* {Teacher}, you moved it so now it's looking at me!
"You're a chicken!" he yelled at my back.
"No, I'm not," I said.
"Yes you are!"
"Do you have a real argument?"
He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Not really."
"Are we done here?"
"I guess."
"I need you more than the sun."
"Aww. Cute. Now go take a science class and find out why that's physiologically impossible."
"I was going to slice my wrists in the bathtub last night, you know that? I was going to kill myself. But the water was so warm... and it made me think of your touch."
"_____, what would I do without you?"
"You would be just as beautiful, just as desired, perhaps slightly less educated in the castle's secret passageways, and in a lot less trouble."
“I think I like you more than I had intended to.”
"You have beautiful eyes. *pause* Can I hold them?"
n old mirror is discovered that shows things not as they appear in front of the mirror, but as they looked 50 years ago. Trees are smaller, buildings are different or nonexistent, young people have no reflections at all, and books appear as older editions of themselves.
what if the evil supervillian is actually "weeding" out people with a certain ...disease, whatever, that on some date (January 1, 2000 is always convenient) would "activate" and spread around the world, killing everyone on the planet. What if the "good guy" is actually the supervillian, travelled back in time? He has to kill everyone with the disease thing or else the entire human race would die. This would be most easily done by going the evil-psycho villian route, killing whoever carried the disease.
Playing off on the pandemic idea already left, say a college town has been inundated by the newest plague. The military have quarantined the town, nobody goes in, nobody goes out. A group of students, who aren't yet sick, want out, obviously, but the only way out is to set off toward the woods/wilderness (helps if the college is located next to a large wilderness area like a national forest)
You can do a lot with the group dynamics, have your archetypes like your jock, your geek, your pretty girl, your weird girl (think Breakfast Club) and now they have to learn to survive together.
What if one starts showing symptoms? Will the others abandon him? Have fun.
{The geek can’t remember something that s/he thinks *may* cure their friend, so they have to go back to the school. Once they get there, no one’s there.}
I think it depends on where he's run away to and how long he stayed away. Did he hide out at his friend's for a few days or did he use the last of his allowance money to buy a bus ticket to the big city hours away from home and try to survive on the streets for weeks or months or years? A kid who just walks out the house and ends up on a blowup mattress in his friend's basement until his friend's parents notice doesn't need a serious reason but someone who takes his money and goes to the bus station and buys a one way ticket to a city and gets on the bus and rides all the way to the city and then gets off and walks away from the station had better at least think he has a damn good reason for the shit he's about to put himself through. A lot of teenagers don't have a realistic sense of street life but by the time he's watching the bus doors close from a city depot, his hands in his empty pockets, he's got to have at least an tiny voice in his head asking if this is really a better life than the one he's leaving. And if he's going to the extreme of being a street kid in a big city, I guess there's also the factor in why a kid his age would run away of what does he think life on the street is going to be like? A kid that thinks he might end up having to be a rent boy just to survive is going to have a much more serious reason for leaving than a kid who's only seen a movie or read a book where a young homeless kid always has enough to eat and a clubhouse-looking place to sleep and maybe a gang of loyal friends he runs with.
"The Emperor's pet mage had been detained."
It had been five years, but he would know his old friend anywhere -- short and skinny, black leather, flaming red hair, and a stump where his right hand had been.
"It had been 18 years since she had seen him, and the fact that he was dead and she was seeing him now
really unnerved her."
"Waking up from nightmares is never fun; it's as if your body's running a check to make sure that, when your life really is
in danger, you have the reflexes and physical prowess to save yourself. Me, I always die before I wake up - wonder if it's a
sign."
"Have you been borrowing my body again?"
“Crap,” he said, staring at his reflection in the mirror and running his hand across his forehead. With fingers caked in blood he poked at the hole where the bullet had entered.
As Death's lips left mine, I suddenly wondered if this was legal.
There's a Vampire saying: That which runs away is my prey, That which stands and fights is my enemy but what about that which does nothing at all except stare into my eyes. How do we classify them?
Dammit, I'm dead. AGAIN.
As he died, with that damn smile on his face, he looked right at me and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back."
The door opened and he came in. He wore black all over, down to the gloves and tinted glasses, and carried a folder stuffed full of paper.
"Hello, Mr./Mrs./Miss [last name]. It's time we had a chat." He brandished the folder with menace.
[Character] winced in his/her bindings. "That's an awful lot to talk about."
"Oh, that's not for talking about - that's just to get you to talk."
That was worth a laugh. "Blackmail won't work on me."
He grinned. Oh, God, he had an awful grin. "Oh, no, this isn't for blackmail."
"Oh?" [Character] raised a mocking eyebrow. "What are you going to do, give me papercuts 'til I talk?"
"Yesss," he hissed, the awful grin widening. "Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do here."
It was pretty much an established rule that vampires should not show up at Heaven's gates.
Yes, I killed a man. Yes, I meant to do it. No, I'm not apologizing. Any questions?
"If he won't step into a church, in front of a mirror, out into the sun and insists that the fun only starts after the sun goes down? That red flag going up? It means you need a new boyfriend."
Character A: B? They said you were drowned, shot in the head, chopped up into tiny pieces, and thrown off a cliff! *(you can replace any of these with your own)*
Character B: Yes! And "hurt like a bitch" doesn't even begin to describe it!
At a small farm in the middle of the countryside of [AREA], a long scream breaks the silence of the night.
She seemed to wake from what dark thoughts held her mind, and the sadly silken rustling of her purple dress sounded desolate and lonely below the cathedral's star vaults. Lifting the hem out of the way of the slowly spreading pool of blood, she stepped around the body of her lover.
The cart rocked from side to side, as the single horse pulled it over the thin, muddy road. The bodies of the freshly hanged robbers lay limply piled on each other, heads lolling back and forth. One started to move, and from beneath her friends [NAME] climbed off the cart.
"I met him on the stairs." (followed up with, "Well, actually, I stumbled over his unconscious body.")
Should I confess today?
"It was a cold bright day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
a character insists he's a vampire. he provides no proof, and no one ever finds out if he is or not, but he does things like wears clothes that cover his whole body, and wears a ski mask and a hoodie when in the sunlight, and crosses the road when they pass by a chursh, etc.
"Someone who, when they have coins in their pocket, must repeatedly stack them in order of size...."
A character who never meets the eyes of whoever they're talking to. (Not necessarily a shy person.)
Must look in a mirror at self whenever one is available.
{Vampire hunter much?}
A character that refuses to let someone follow them up stairs, they always go last.
A character that is passive/aggressive, but in unusual ways (i.e--a favorite hobby of mine is opening doors for people that are comparatively far away, say 20-30 feet, from said door, and watching them run to the door that I am holding open for them)
"I have a name I wanna call you, but I won't say it even though there's nobody here, because it's such a long list of curses that by the time I'm done someone would have walked by, heard me and said '-char name-, you're in trouble!'"
"This is how we play the game: first, you run away, second, I chase you, third, we battle somewhere dark and scary, fourth, you kill me... Wait, no, that can't be right. Someone check the script... Oh, it is... Well damn, this sucks."
"Whatever you do, don't press the red button."
"What? There's no red button here!"
"Which is why it's very important to not press it!"
"Were you dissapointed when you found out that unicorns do not, in fact, taste like corn?"
"I was CRUSHED."
"WHERE ARE THE MORALS IN THIS CHURCH?!"
~ "However long the night / still too soon comes first light."
~ "red-black streaks decorated the night. / murder is most beautiful by little light."
~ "the horror of not being able to scream / is the very worst part of a bad dream."
"I'm not afraid of commitments. I'm just really lazy."
1514: György Dózsa, székely man-at-arms and peasants’ revolt leader in Hungary, was condemned to sit on a red-hot iron throne with a red-hot iron crown on his head and a red-hot sceptre in his hand (mocking at his ambition to be king), by Hungarian oppressors in Transylvania. While Dózsa was still alive, he was set upon and his partially roasted body was eaten by six of his fellow rebels, who had been starved for a week beforehand.
Death by constant exposure to Arsenic, combined with extremely small portions of Stryctnine, that way, as you lie rotting in your cell, amongst your own fecal matter, your stomach burns for water, and there is none, save your own urine, which is in itself tainted with poison.
And when your about to die, each and every one of your fingers are smashed with a maul, one by one, until pulp-like, and if you survive, your wounds are carterized, and your thrown back into your cell to die of starvation.
"We need to calm her down somehow."
"If she was any calmer, she'd be comatose..."
"Oh no, I have the guts alright. I just... also have a conscience. Damn."
"This whole being-awake-when-the-sun-is-up thing just isn't working out for me."
"That amputated arm is still moving! I do not approve!"
-"There are two things I love most in the world. Massive bloodshed and fine italian opera. Guess what its time for?"
"I'll always love you, even though you killed me."
"Okay! That's it! Prophesied child or not, I am kicking your ass!"
"I take my over-achievement very seriously."
"Only you could talk to a corpse for *twenty minutes* and not realize something was amiss."
C1: "Do I even want to know what you're doing?"
C2: "Off hand... I'd say no."
C1: "Ah. Carry on then."
"You do stuff like this just to see me run away screaming, don't you?"
"Why do we have to beat up everything? Not all of it wants to kill us, I'm sure."
"Give me back the coffee, and I will allow you to continue to breathe."
"You know, my life used to be normal. Then I made friends with *insert name*, and I realized that 'normal' is a very loose term..."
"As far as you're concerned, I am God, and I am really pissed off!"
"If you do not wish to lose an eye or two, and possibly one or more limbs, I suggest you let go of my hair."
C1: *Pokes C2*
C2: Knock it off.
C1: *Flicks C2*
C2: *Glares*
C1: You facial expressions are so funny!
C2: I didn't have most of these faces until I met you!
Person 1: "....Can't home be like...next?"
Person 2: "C'mon, Person 1, where's your sense of adventure?!"
Person 3: "Probably at home....with my sanity, because I apparently left THAT behind when I agreed to this!"
C1: And then they lived happily ever after.
C2: How do you know they lived happily ever after?
C1: Because it's in the book.
C2: Maybe the book lied.
C1: The book can't lie. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been published.
C2: Well, how do you know no one got sick after they got married? Or maybe their puppy died. Or maybe someone broke into their house and stole their stuff. What if one of them lost their wedding ring? What if--
C1: It's a freakin' fairy tale, Kid! What do you WANT from me?!
C2: The truth.
"Smile. It makes people wonder what you're thinking."
Girl: What's wrong with me? I'm in love with a (vampire/ghost/lycanthrope), and I still have to do my math homework."
"Hmmm....Smells awfully heretical around here."
There’s a special place in hell reserved for people like you
I’ve always wanted to travel somewhere warm
She just didn’t know him well enough to take everything he said with an entire salt mine.
Get yourself a life and water it daily
When a woman who has much to say says nothing her silence can be deafening
“Are you mad!?”
“Why does everyone ask me that?”
"Did you ever think about the consequences of your actions?" [Char 1] admonished sternly, staring down at the boy who didn't look even remotely lamentable/regretful (whatever word floats your boat)
"Obviously, since I tried to bolt soon afterwards." [Char 2] retorted, stoically,
"...[Char 2], what are we going to do with you?"
"Let me out?"
"No chance in hell, kid."
"Then why bother asking?"
5) She was shivering; covered in blood, and grime, and fear. Her eyes were wide, teary, and shone like an emerald dipped in crystal. Terror seeped from the very pores of her skin, and it was this desperate horror that made her the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
“Have you had to shot someone yet? Have you shot a friend? A best friend? Have you? Have you pulled a trigger and seen your best friend’s head explode and walked around in a dream with his blood running down your face and in your mouth picking shards of skull from your shirt like cat’s teeth? Have you done that? Then don’t talk to me about surviving until you have!”
Person A: Are you making fun of me?
Person B: No, that was earlier.
"What, so you can read minds? Tell me what I'm thinking."
"Well, that's hardly fair. You gotta give me something to work with."
"Why did you do it?"
"What 'it' are you refering to?"
"All those murders, all that destruction, all the chaos you caused. There must have been some reason. Some justification for all of it. Why did you do it, damn you?!"
"Sometimes, old friend, 'for the lulz' is a perfectly valid reason."
C1: I volunteer...you. to talk to her!
C2: that's good.... hey now wait a second
C1: she refuses to talk to me, anyways. i dont blame her, i'd be afraid to talk to a bloodthirsty vampire too.
C2: I doubt that's why she fears you
"Yes, and five minutes ago you were a human, sweetheart"
C1: "I think my girlfriend is a vampire."
C2: "Hate to say I told you so, but..."
C1: "No, I mean actually. Like, Dracula, except hot."
C2: "So what are you going to do?"
C1: "Well, I think I'm going to have to return the garlic bread."
"The time for action is past. Now is the time for senseless bickering!"
The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it's true.
"I like poetry, taking long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick."
P1: Hey hey hey!! I've got the most amazing thing to show you!
P2: (sighs and rolls eyes) If its just another dead body, I'll be really disappointed
P1: Ha... oh... (has to stop and think) ... Uh, well there is this other thing that I could show you...
c1: Everyone shut up! I'll solve this arguement once and for all. (C2) I'm thinking of a number, what is it?
c2: 3?
c1: Wrong. Now go get the damn pizza.
c2:n *grumbles and leaves.*
c3: What was the number anyway?
c1: Blue.
"Men have two heads," the 14-year-old takes the subject of sexual predators together, "one does the thinking and the other hold the hat."
"Don't just leave that on my desk! I have dead things to judge!"
"Go to Hell and wait for me. Don't touch ANYTHING. I've got to deal with this damn gaggle of Nuns."
"Dad, I'm not a crazed gunman. I'm an assassin. What the difference? One's a job and the other is mental sickness! Put mom on the phone."
Desperate fear of being out of control and need to be in control...of everyone or everything
Looking for an apprentice or heir, and being willing to take one by force
The villian wants to kill someone, badly. That person is untouchable by the villian, whether due to blood relation, sentiment, or fear of harming someone close to the enemy that the villian also cares for. Anyone else around the villain's target is still fair game.
I think, therefore I'm dangerous. I write, therefore I am.
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will certainly annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." -Herm Albright
Me: What have you got for your risk assessment?
Him: Well, Sodium Hydroxide is toxic, so no eating it.
Me: *blinks at*
Him: and if you get water on the plug, and it sparks and starts to make smoke, then you turn the power off and move/run away
Me: *further blinking*
Him: and you has to be careful with the glass stuff, cause if it slips off the desk it will go 'phooooom!'
Me: How the hell do you get top grades?!
"Fool! Don't fall off the couch."
"Fools, my dear, have more fun."
"Do you... love me...?"
"... Darling. A glimpse of your eyes leaves me breathless, and the thought of not loving you leaves me cold."
"Say you love me."
"... Love is weak and fleeting when faced with what I feel for you."
"Is that your date, or your hostage?"
"... There's a difference?"
A: Stop touching me!
B: Well you stop touching me!
C: Said the married couple.
Me: {Teacher}, can you just turn the stapler on your desk so it's facing a different direction?
Teacher: Huh? What for?
Me: It looks like it's staring at me.
Friend: It's a stapler. It's not real. How can it be "looking" at you?
Me: *Shrugs* It just looks like it's looking at me. Can you move it please?
Teacher: Okay, then... *Moves stapler* That better?
Me: Perfect. Thank you.
Friend: *Pause as she stares at the stapler and sighs* {Teacher}, you moved it so now it's looking at me!
"You're a chicken!" he yelled at my back.
"No, I'm not," I said.
"Yes you are!"
"Do you have a real argument?"
He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Not really."
"Are we done here?"
"I guess."
"I need you more than the sun."
"Aww. Cute. Now go take a science class and find out why that's physiologically impossible."
"I was going to slice my wrists in the bathtub last night, you know that? I was going to kill myself. But the water was so warm... and it made me think of your touch."
"_____, what would I do without you?"
"You would be just as beautiful, just as desired, perhaps slightly less educated in the castle's secret passageways, and in a lot less trouble."
“I think I like you more than I had intended to.”
"You have beautiful eyes. *pause* Can I hold them?"
n old mirror is discovered that shows things not as they appear in front of the mirror, but as they looked 50 years ago. Trees are smaller, buildings are different or nonexistent, young people have no reflections at all, and books appear as older editions of themselves.
what if the evil supervillian is actually "weeding" out people with a certain ...disease, whatever, that on some date (January 1, 2000 is always convenient) would "activate" and spread around the world, killing everyone on the planet. What if the "good guy" is actually the supervillian, travelled back in time? He has to kill everyone with the disease thing or else the entire human race would die. This would be most easily done by going the evil-psycho villian route, killing whoever carried the disease.
Playing off on the pandemic idea already left, say a college town has been inundated by the newest plague. The military have quarantined the town, nobody goes in, nobody goes out. A group of students, who aren't yet sick, want out, obviously, but the only way out is to set off toward the woods/wilderness (helps if the college is located next to a large wilderness area like a national forest)
You can do a lot with the group dynamics, have your archetypes like your jock, your geek, your pretty girl, your weird girl (think Breakfast Club) and now they have to learn to survive together.
What if one starts showing symptoms? Will the others abandon him? Have fun.
{The geek can’t remember something that s/he thinks *may* cure their friend, so they have to go back to the school. Once they get there, no one’s there.}