Rock star life
Aiko was on her 15 minute break. She always had her camera with her, taking pictures of anything that caught her eye. She had a taste for everything, Flowers, birds, insects, graffiti and occasionally people. People were never really her forte. She never had the touch to make people look good in photographs.
She sat down on a bench facing towards the sun with her eyes closed, letting the rays warm her already tan skin. When she looked back down, Something (or should I say someone) finally got her attention. A boy sitting on another bench on the far right corner of the park across from her. His hair was black and all over the place, with a small green streak, making his dark green eyes pop out. He was playing around with guitar, not really playing a song. He seemed to really enjoy himself. He smirked ever time he hit a string. This made Aiko excited, taking her camera out slowly and making sure that the flash was off she pointed it to his direction snapping a few shots
She took some in color, and some in gray. Each time she would look back at the screen she was mesmerized at how photogenic he was. wow, he really is beautiful. She thought. Raising up the camera for one more shot before she had to go to work.
>> junxhong
Looking about the unfamiliar cityscape around her, Jayden was taken back by the sheer size and beauty of the place. When she’d chosen South Korea as her vacation destination for 5 months, she hadn’t expected it to be so breathtaking. She certainly hadn’t expected to fall in love with the city.
Walking down the crowded sidewalk, she struggled to choose a spot to begin her shopping. The apartment she’d chosen to rent was spacious, yet empty. She needed temporary furniture and not to mention new clothes so she didn’t constantly look like a tourist. Perhaps if she liked it here, which she had no doubt in, she would move permanently.
Stepping up to a brightly lit shop, she gazed in the window at the arrangement of clothing popular among the Korean society and smiled to herself, making her way in the front door. Hopefully someone speaks English she thought to herself, wishing she’d practiced learning the native language more.
M!A - Martyr
After hours of being tortured, being force to give answers that she refused to give, Aurora was tied back up to the chair. Her body was covered with bruises, cuts, and burnt marks from being tortured. She was now waiting for the captors to come back and do more harm to her in order to give them the information that they needed about the Doctor. And yet, she’ll still refuse to give out any information.
At the sound of the doors opening, Aurora slowly raised her head up. Seeing someone standing in the door. Everything around her was so blurry because of the light shining down into her eyes, it was hard for her to see who was there.
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Rmund beat his fist against the door “Chris!! Chris you better fucking be in there!!” he whined at the end of that, getting increasingly anxious.
A low throbbing cut through the darkness, which confused Chris terribly. Shouldn’t he be hearing his voices by now? They always greeted him on his return to wakefulness….
I do believe there is someone at the door. I WOULD get it, but I don’t control this body, now do I?
“Eh, shuddup.” He struggle from the floor, and dragged himself to the door, but unfortunately, it wasn’t soon enough.
your assignment:
describe one or more of your characters using absurdly purple prose.
i’m talking ultraviolet, here. i want epic, over-the-top, and overwrought. i want pre-teens on wolf rp boards to swoon at your malapropic synonyms.
and i want you to do it without adding anything new to the character.
ex: no colour-changing eyes unless they already had them, etc. this isn’t about typical ‘sue’ traits, this is about writing like you’re motherfucking harold and this crayon won’t just use itself.
