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SO IT'S BEEN A FEW MONTHS, XI. WE ARE IN NEED A MEME.
I HEREBY DECLARE THIS THE FIFTH SIXTH?:
XI DRABBLE MEME!!!
The Rules:
1) Post with your character.
2) Others will reply with short Prompts, like a word, phrase, song title, anything.
3) Write a short drabble [or a novel, idk] of your character inspired by the prompts you get.
4) LEAVE PROMPTS FOR ( Read more... )
I HEREBY DECLARE THIS THE FIFTH SIXTH?:
XI DRABBLE MEME!!!
The Rules:
1) Post with your character.
2) Others will reply with short Prompts, like a word, phrase, song title, anything.
3) Write a short drabble [or a novel, idk] of your character inspired by the prompts you get.
4) LEAVE PROMPTS FOR ( Read more... )
The chase down the street in the blazing sun did nothing to deter Derrick. That guy was here. Derrick slid down the stair's railing on his brother's skateboard and continued to narrow in on the melody that had been seared into his mind. Derrick could never forget it. That guy ducked around the corner, but being out of sight meant little to a music empath when he could still hear him all too clearly.
Derrick didn't know what he would do when he caught up, but he would make sure that guy was never heard in this area ever again.
Prompt: suits
Part of Derrick knew dancing in the suit now only created a security risk later. However, every time he snuck out of the Institute, the suit and shades were present.
He knew that he'd only have a year, a year of everything seeming right and being part of a family again. That couldn't stop Derrick from missing them when that year was up, and that didn't stop him from knowing he couldn't ask the same of those living so far away.
So for now, he'd dance in the suit, imagining that he didn't know he was dancing solo each time.
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