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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:47 am
Here's something I want to try. It isn't a RP but a kind of group writing with the same topic but different aspects.
I want you to tell me in story form how Liam would react when he realizes that he may not be as macho straight as he thinks he is.
Be as creative as you want. Use any POV, style, reference, plan, type (whether sticking to the whole gaia plot or making it an AU), scene, etc.
Don't care about length or even if you don't consider yourself a writer. Just keep it as PG-13 as you can, though if you want to reference some "scenes" above the rating I don't mind. Be as crafty, and brave as you want.
This might be interesting. Have fun with it. C:
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:13 am
Here's mine. Didn't read it over to see if there were any spelling or grammar mistakes.
I think this is the most into depth snippet I've written...
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He didn't know it right away even with his eyes trailing after the dark haired man, watching every step the other made with a sort of grace only he seemed to manage. His smile never faltered even when he stumbled in front of the girls, only changing into a more prominent groovy grin as he scratched the back of his head embarrassed; a blush rushing across his face.
He faintly heard one of the girls tell him he was too cute, he nodded his head in agreement. His brain not fully catching what he himself admitted, just watching as Ian got himself standing once more and dusting off his suit. The girls started helping with a laugh, indicating that he still had some dirt on him.
Liam felt a surge of jealousy rush through him of Ian. He knew that none of the girls, save Sasha maybe, would help him as adequately as they were doing the dark haired man. Never once thinking that the surge of emotion maybe was that of him wanting to be on the receiving end of one of those embarrassed-appreciative smiles.
The next time he saw the black haired guy in the hat was close to the Christmas season. He was handing out the plan's for the Christmas event and for a brief, almost shorter than a milli-second, their hands touched. Liam's eyes went wide as he fought against the way he wanted to forever remember such a small feel of the other shopkeeper's cold skin.
He watched as the other smiled warmly, his wind-reddened nose scrunching and his eyes closing happily. "Have a good day."
Liam found himself still standing in the same position minutes after the other had left. Finding it weird that the thought of himself not being disturbed at the whispering sensations running through him form unintentional and harmless touch.
It didn't feel much like anything, he decided. It wasn't the physical feel of the hand on his own that made such an impact, it was the person, which confused him further. He knew he wasn't smart enough to even begin to understand the in-depth workings of anything other than the mechanics of his robots but something about the dark haired guys presence and smile just felt right.
"Tch. And I can't even remember his name."
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