catch-up time! yay!
Whew, catch-up time!
Write a drabble/ficlette based on the word: fun.
Sitting on a beach, draped by the warmth of the gentle sunlight would be considered fun. Walking with sunburned feet down the boardwalk for the fifth time in search of a friend was not exactly located anywhere on Tara's list of fun activities. She pushed her sunglasses atop her head and winced; the aforementioned friend had insisted that they get corn-rows done to their hair - since when would something migraine-inducing be considered fun?
Tara sighed; she had barely been in the states three weeks before she made contact with an old friend she chatted with during school. Sarah promised that a trip to the beach would fix any of Tara's insecurties. How blantantly naive Tara was.
Then Tara found Sarah.
Anything entitled "Thunderball" was most definately not to be considered fun. The sphere was barely big enough to hold two people yet managed to have cameras mounted over the seats. It was attached to a bungee cord of sorts and the moment the couple inside were unaware, it was launched approximately 500 feet into the sky.
Not fun.
Yet there was Sarah, waving fratically from the start of the line. Tara reluctantly joined her associate - it was getting more difficult to refer to Sarah as a friend at that point. She'd already purchased tickets. Oh, definately not friends at that point.
Five minutes and two lost meals later, Tara had completed the "Thunderball".
"Admit it, that was fun, wasn't it?"
Tara laughed - then proceeded to faint.
Do you believe in the possibility of a true friendship between a man and a woman?
Well, yes. Though, it's a tricky business. There can be friendship between a man and a woman without any sort of benefit, purely platonic. Those are hard to find. There are the sorts where you flirt without intent, speaking in innunendos for humor only. Then there's the sort of friendship with benefits, typically not worth the pain in the end. But, in each of those friendships, you have to keep envy in check; it's usually those friendships that suffer strain if one or both of the pair is in an actual relationship. However, there are relationships in which the pair are friends - true, dear friends. Hmm.
Reflect on the past year in your muse’s life, canon or fanon. Did they have children? Did they find 'God', forsake God? Did they marry? Break up? What was this past year like in the life of your muse?
Well, I'm going to write from the point where we first met Tara on The Practice. It's more like a year and a half, but we'll go with it, okay?
Got a job! Met Alan. Somehow went from paralegal to Alan's personal assistant. No matter. Tried a case with Ellenor; very amusing - got in trouble - oh well. Worked with Alan, mostly; sometimes toyed with him. Defended Alan to Eugene. Got fired. Spent lots of time on couch musing over vodka. Kissed Alan on the doorstep. Got another job! Much nicer. Worked on a case with Poole - he went mad; tried case with Alan. Danced with Brad at office party. Didn't play nice with Sally. Visited cousin - comic book conventions are fun! Dressed up as Robin for halloween; Alan was Batman - random hooker was Catwoman since I left my whip in the office. Slept with Alan. Did so again. And again. Got in trouble for poor ethics with a case - had a tasty muffin though! Almost lost Alan due to a moron at the office - thank goodness for Denny Crane. Decided I love Alan - might not want to date him, but love him nonetheless. Presently calling dibs on Lori's office if she gets fired.
What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like?
Blonde. Ethical - to a fault. All work, no play. American. Republican. Wanting, never having. Lonely. Yes, something like that.
Describe your funniest childhood memory.
Every child has that notion at some point that they can fly. You tell them repeatedly that they can not, in fact, fly, but that doesn't stop them. Somehow they know. Some kids jump up-and-down flapping their arms until they tire. Some jump off of things until they hurt themselves.
Then there's the special breed of child: the type with the special sort of mother.
Hi.
I loved faeries as a child; it was always quite fun to chase them about - I insisted to everyone that I could see them, but only Mum believed me. Mum bought me faery wings from the costume store - simple things, really, flimsy and glittery... but I loved them. So, one evening, Mum was pushing me on the swings in the park. It got to the point where she couldn't push me any higher; she moved in front of the swings and told me to jump.
"Mum! I'll fall!"
"No, you'll fly."
It was as if the idea had never occured to me before. So, with all the strength a five-year-old can muster, I pushed myself out of the swing and into the air. Mum caught me.
"You flew!"
"No, I didn't. You just caught me."
"Did your feet touch the sand?"
"No."
"Then you flew."
"Like a faery?"
"Like a faery."
So, I flew. *smile*
Write a drabble/ficlette based on the word: fun.
Sitting on a beach, draped by the warmth of the gentle sunlight would be considered fun. Walking with sunburned feet down the boardwalk for the fifth time in search of a friend was not exactly located anywhere on Tara's list of fun activities. She pushed her sunglasses atop her head and winced; the aforementioned friend had insisted that they get corn-rows done to their hair - since when would something migraine-inducing be considered fun?
Tara sighed; she had barely been in the states three weeks before she made contact with an old friend she chatted with during school. Sarah promised that a trip to the beach would fix any of Tara's insecurties. How blantantly naive Tara was.
Then Tara found Sarah.
Anything entitled "Thunderball" was most definately not to be considered fun. The sphere was barely big enough to hold two people yet managed to have cameras mounted over the seats. It was attached to a bungee cord of sorts and the moment the couple inside were unaware, it was launched approximately 500 feet into the sky.
Not fun.
Yet there was Sarah, waving fratically from the start of the line. Tara reluctantly joined her associate - it was getting more difficult to refer to Sarah as a friend at that point. She'd already purchased tickets. Oh, definately not friends at that point.
Five minutes and two lost meals later, Tara had completed the "Thunderball".
"Admit it, that was fun, wasn't it?"
Tara laughed - then proceeded to faint.
Do you believe in the possibility of a true friendship between a man and a woman?
Well, yes. Though, it's a tricky business. There can be friendship between a man and a woman without any sort of benefit, purely platonic. Those are hard to find. There are the sorts where you flirt without intent, speaking in innunendos for humor only. Then there's the sort of friendship with benefits, typically not worth the pain in the end. But, in each of those friendships, you have to keep envy in check; it's usually those friendships that suffer strain if one or both of the pair is in an actual relationship. However, there are relationships in which the pair are friends - true, dear friends. Hmm.
Reflect on the past year in your muse’s life, canon or fanon. Did they have children? Did they find 'God', forsake God? Did they marry? Break up? What was this past year like in the life of your muse?
Well, I'm going to write from the point where we first met Tara on The Practice. It's more like a year and a half, but we'll go with it, okay?
Got a job! Met Alan. Somehow went from paralegal to Alan's personal assistant. No matter. Tried a case with Ellenor; very amusing - got in trouble - oh well. Worked with Alan, mostly; sometimes toyed with him. Defended Alan to Eugene. Got fired. Spent lots of time on couch musing over vodka. Kissed Alan on the doorstep. Got another job! Much nicer. Worked on a case with Poole - he went mad; tried case with Alan. Danced with Brad at office party. Didn't play nice with Sally. Visited cousin - comic book conventions are fun! Dressed up as Robin for halloween; Alan was Batman - random hooker was Catwoman since I left my whip in the office. Slept with Alan. Did so again. And again. Got in trouble for poor ethics with a case - had a tasty muffin though! Almost lost Alan due to a moron at the office - thank goodness for Denny Crane. Decided I love Alan - might not want to date him, but love him nonetheless. Presently calling dibs on Lori's office if she gets fired.
What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like?
Blonde. Ethical - to a fault. All work, no play. American. Republican. Wanting, never having. Lonely. Yes, something like that.
Describe your funniest childhood memory.
Every child has that notion at some point that they can fly. You tell them repeatedly that they can not, in fact, fly, but that doesn't stop them. Somehow they know. Some kids jump up-and-down flapping their arms until they tire. Some jump off of things until they hurt themselves.
Then there's the special breed of child: the type with the special sort of mother.
Hi.
I loved faeries as a child; it was always quite fun to chase them about - I insisted to everyone that I could see them, but only Mum believed me. Mum bought me faery wings from the costume store - simple things, really, flimsy and glittery... but I loved them. So, one evening, Mum was pushing me on the swings in the park. It got to the point where she couldn't push me any higher; she moved in front of the swings and told me to jump.
"Mum! I'll fall!"
"No, you'll fly."
It was as if the idea had never occured to me before. So, with all the strength a five-year-old can muster, I pushed myself out of the swing and into the air. Mum caught me.
"You flew!"
"No, I didn't. You just caught me."
"Did your feet touch the sand?"
"No."
"Then you flew."
"Like a faery?"
"Like a faery."
So, I flew. *smile*