App for realityshifted. Part 2.
First Person Speaking Sample:
[ Most people, upon finding a strange shop not once, but twice, would probably have been wondering what was going on; why a shop that should, by all means, most certainly not exist had appeared out of nowhere. Perhaps they'd wonder why they'd been so compelled to go back in there. Most people would, maybe, also wonder about the three people they'd met inside the shop before entering the Plane.
However, Break was definitely NOT most people. Oh, he WAS curious, of course; the twins had something rather 'off' about them, and the other woman, well... he was sure there was time to find out about her, too. For now, one very more urgent thing occurred to him as he walked, cheery as ever, utterly unfazed. Hands behind his back, Break strolled leisurely through the Plane. ]
My, I do hope that they have a decent cup of tea around here. It would be quite a shame to go through all of this fuss and have no tea at all... why, it would be as though the entire trip had been wasted. It would be quite sad indeed! I, for one, don't like to waste perfectly good tea, nor perfectly good mornings, and I believe I have always wanted to save some of my trips for later, after all. I believe it's time we figured out whether or not we are surrounded by very wasteful people, Emily, although I am quite certain we are.
[ A mock, dramatic gesture. And a wave of floppy sleeves. ] It is already QUITE obvious this space in itself is clearly not set up for guests in the least! A place to drink, but not a drop of tea? I daresay that the water is quite dry here.
[ Eventually, the guest found himself outside a rather spacious a mansion. After his discovery of this, it was not all that long before someone ELSE, this time inside the mansion, was frightened half to death.
... Why? Well, I'm pretty sure finding some pale, red-eyed weirdo and his puppet under YOUR bed would freak YOU out, don't you think? ]
Good morning~! ♥
[ Whoever he's snuck up on screams at him to "Get out!", and then a pillow is thrown at him, which Break deftly dodges, giving the girl a pout. ] Now, there is no need for that at all. In fact, I'm rather in need of something else, and this is not that! It is something that happens to NOT be in this particular room, unfortunately. So it seems the out, in this case, will be getting me.
[ Minutes later, a loud CRASH could be heard nearby. ... Across the hall, another unfortunate soul opened their closet and found anything but clothes. And proceeded to trip over themselves, apparently. ]
Helloooo~! [ ... In fact, they found a clown. ] Is it often you scream like that, or have I simply intruded on your vocal lessons~?
[ And he proceeded to walk out of the closet, just as you please, as though he belonged there naturally. ] Ah, but I came to see YOU. For, you see, there's very little in the way of good tea here, so I cannot understand why it has not been made. I am sure you understand that tea is quite important in the morning, and the morning is equally important to the tea!
[ He then makes himself right at home on whoever's bed, proceeding to take a tin of candy off their table, open it, and pop one into his mouth. ] So, be on your way, now, won't you? If it is the afternoon by the time the tea is made, then the tea will not feel as valued as it does in the morning! But do not hasten yourself on MY account, I would not want any MORE wastefulness in such a place as this. In fact, haste makes quite a bit of waste, so I shall wait here and appreciate the beauty of taking one's time and using it for all it is worth~
[ Fwump. That is the sound of a clown lying down on this poor soul's bed, flopping his sleeves at them to go and make him tea while eating THEIR candy. ]
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Third Person Writing Sample:
Clink. The teacup was sat down thoughtfully on its saucer. The room was rather quiet, and he couldn't help but feel as though the atmosphere was far too heavy for his taste. Therefore, out of the three of them, he was the first to say something in what seemed like minutes.
"Well," Break began, "I'm rather disappointed in you, brat. I expected more; it is very easy to take more than nothing, but one cannot take retrieve more when they're not willing to reach for it."
Oz gave Break a look of contempt, sitting miserable over his hot beverage. "Gil is mad at me," the blond-haired boy said, looking rather dismal. In fact, the entire feel of the room was exactly the same: depressing. Stuffy. Break, for one, found it quite off-putting. And so he stirred some sugar into his tea, thoughtfully putting the spoon into his mouth (because a spoon naturally belongs in one's mouth, of course) before he spoke again to the boy sitting across from him.
"Of course he is angry with you," he began, "it is thanks to YOU that you lost his precious hat," he said, snickering towards the dark-haired, angry young man on the other side of the room. Yellow eyes briefly flashed him a dirty, disgruntled look, but Break didn't pay them any mind in the least. Instead, he smiled, amused. Always, eternally, forever amused by anything and anyone. But this had been one of THE most amusing things he'd seen those two do yet, and the image was rather hilarious. In fact, Break began laughing right then and there, arms in the air.
"My, my, dear Gil~bert! You really ought to keep better hold of your things! Oz is not to blame for your mistakes, and you do seem to be making quite a few of them today!" He said at last, still chuckling somewhat, a long sleeve to his face. His eyes betrayed his amused face, however, but it wasn't as though he was trying all that much to hide it in the first place. His mere tone of voice was laced with a sort of mocking, condescending tone that was meant for Gilbert alone. And, of course, he knew it. Annoying bastard.
"I kept plenty hold on my things!" Gilbert shouted, face reddening by the minute. It had been ridiculous, honestly, that Break had guessed what had happened simply from seeing Oz and himself walk into the room. ... Although, in truth, Break had seen the hat go flying out of the younger, blond boy's hands from the window of Pandora's headquarters. Honestly, it was one of the most entertaining things he'd seen all day: Gilbert and Oz chasing a hat, flying into the wind, without paying any mind to their surroundings. And of course, by then, it had been too late: the two of them had run headfirst into an unfortunate soul who had a bag full of tomatoes. The result? Red, all over their face, hair, clothing, and the ground.
"Everything except the color red off of that black coat of yours," Break chimed in.
Not only did they now have to pay for the damages (or rather, Gilbert did), but they'd both had to clean themselves and the mess up. It really wasn't one of their more... shining moments. Break gave a glance to Oz, who had fallen silent. He was fairly embarrassed and feeling pretty stupid; Gilbert was simmering in the corner. The choice was obvious. Break sipped his tea, walked over to the tall, tangle of black hair and misery, and then proceeded to lean over into the other man's personal space.
"Dear Raven, tell me, why is it only your hat can fly? I had always thought birds to be quite adept at flight, and you can't seem to even do that much... I'm almost ashamed to know you're my subordinate~"
Of course, Gilbert was now fuming and angry and yelling words that he didn't care to pay attention to, but the fact remained he was no longer depressed and mourning the loss of a hat. Which, in Break's mind, was just a silly thing to do, even by his standards. It really was, after all, simply a hat. It wasn't as though the world was going to end because it had taken a trip on the westward wind. ... That didn't mean he'd be letting either of them live this down, though: they wouldn't be hearing the end of the tomato jokes until something worse happened, because it was really too amusing. Always, forever too amusing. That was what they were.
A snicker, now Oz was on Gilbert's other side, opposite Break. "Hahah, don't worry, Gil! It's not any different from the normal color of your face!"
Case in point proved when Gilbert blushed furiously, stammering angrily back. "H-h-hey, my face is NOT a tomato!" This was just TOO amusing; Break could go on forever with this.
"Why," he began, "I should hope it is certainly NOT a tomato! That would be a most worrying development for your health!" ... He really COULD go on forever teasing poor Gilbert. It was just too much fun. Red really WAS a very fetching color for him, after all.