Writing Exercise
Title: Exercises in Humanity
Rating: PG for swears.
Notes: I got this idea from applepluspie , and I shamelessly imitated her wickedly cool formating -- all credit goes to her. Five drabbes of exactly 100 words, in 1 sentence, each centered around one member of Arashi. I asked sanctified_x for prompts and this is what I did with them. I wanted to go darker with the third but I don't know anything about drugs... so I didn't.
One | Broken Promises
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Nino fumed on the worn leather couch, muttering obscenities only just under his breath aimed directly at Sho as he clutched his DS in a death grip - “I can’t believe this,” - and slashed viciously with the stylus in his left hand - “What the fuck-!” all the while shooting heat-seeking missile glares at his band mate; it was one thing to bring back those utterly ridiculous, stupid “hats” from Beijing the first time because, yes, the Olympics in China only happen once, but to return a second time without any xiao long bao or Peking duck was absolutely, positively unacceptable.
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Two | Broken Glass
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Ohno gasped sharply and reached out, down, away, seeing his fingers glance off the delicate crystalline rim falling, further, faster to the ground, breaking into countless shards and segments around his feet - fanning out across the black marble like glittering granules of white sand on a deserted beach, the tinkle of breaking falling on his ears piece by piece as the larger fragments skittered across the floor; in the blink of an eye the vase fell and in less than that, Jun was dragging him out of Tiffany’s by the collar of his polo muttering, “Fuck, you’re worse than Aiba.”
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Three | Needles
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A cold sweat dampened his skin as he looked in the mirror, the colour drained from his cheeks and made the bags under his eyes stand out heavily against his papery complexion; he gripped the stark porcelain, fingers going numb as he watched the rubber strap being fitted and tightened - with each tug his breathing got shallower and he just couldn’t fill his lungs: he felt lightheaded without oxygen and seeing the impossibly sharp prick bring a crimson pool to the surface and then Nino’s slapped him solidly between the shoulder blades, “Jesus Christ Sho, Aiba’s giving blood - not you.”
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Four | Lavender
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There were many garments that Jun was willing to put up with as a slave-employee-of Johnny’s and Associates that had gone from ill-fitting and homely (anything before he turned twenty) to being above and beyond ridiculous (ostrich feathers on a military slant), blindingly shiny (the disgustingly pink rhinestone cowboy getup) or just outrageously homosexual (anything worn by Domyouji, really); there were many costumes he would have rather eaten than worn but unless the Devil decided to surface for a midwinter vacation and asked for Jun’s hand in marriage, there was no fucking way he would wear lavender pants.
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Five | Sunshine
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Despite being one of the less serious - no, make that least serious, with Ohno a close second - member of Arashi and one of a handful of people who practically shat rainbows while walking down the Jimusho hallways, Aiba was an oddity: the fear of his own humanity did nothing to dampen his bright and bubbly spirit as he went under the knife but the pressure of an intensely long recording session in a windowless studio made him sour - all he needed to feel like himself again was to burst out into the parking lot and feel sunshine on his face.
Comments? Good? Bad? Cliche?
Rating: PG for swears.
Notes: I got this idea from applepluspie , and I shamelessly imitated her wickedly cool formating -- all credit goes to her. Five drabbes of exactly 100 words, in 1 sentence, each centered around one member of Arashi. I asked sanctified_x for prompts and this is what I did with them. I wanted to go darker with the third but I don't know anything about drugs... so I didn't.
One | Broken Promises
______
Nino fumed on the worn leather couch, muttering obscenities only just under his breath aimed directly at Sho as he clutched his DS in a death grip - “I can’t believe this,” - and slashed viciously with the stylus in his left hand - “What the fuck-!” all the while shooting heat-seeking missile glares at his band mate; it was one thing to bring back those utterly ridiculous, stupid “hats” from Beijing the first time because, yes, the Olympics in China only happen once, but to return a second time without any xiao long bao or Peking duck was absolutely, positively unacceptable.
--
Two | Broken Glass
______
Ohno gasped sharply and reached out, down, away, seeing his fingers glance off the delicate crystalline rim falling, further, faster to the ground, breaking into countless shards and segments around his feet - fanning out across the black marble like glittering granules of white sand on a deserted beach, the tinkle of breaking falling on his ears piece by piece as the larger fragments skittered across the floor; in the blink of an eye the vase fell and in less than that, Jun was dragging him out of Tiffany’s by the collar of his polo muttering, “Fuck, you’re worse than Aiba.”
--
Three | Needles
______
A cold sweat dampened his skin as he looked in the mirror, the colour drained from his cheeks and made the bags under his eyes stand out heavily against his papery complexion; he gripped the stark porcelain, fingers going numb as he watched the rubber strap being fitted and tightened - with each tug his breathing got shallower and he just couldn’t fill his lungs: he felt lightheaded without oxygen and seeing the impossibly sharp prick bring a crimson pool to the surface and then Nino’s slapped him solidly between the shoulder blades, “Jesus Christ Sho, Aiba’s giving blood - not you.”
--
Four | Lavender
______
There were many garments that Jun was willing to put up with as a slave-employee-of Johnny’s and Associates that had gone from ill-fitting and homely (anything before he turned twenty) to being above and beyond ridiculous (ostrich feathers on a military slant), blindingly shiny (the disgustingly pink rhinestone cowboy getup) or just outrageously homosexual (anything worn by Domyouji, really); there were many costumes he would have rather eaten than worn but unless the Devil decided to surface for a midwinter vacation and asked for Jun’s hand in marriage, there was no fucking way he would wear lavender pants.
--
Five | Sunshine
______
Despite being one of the less serious - no, make that least serious, with Ohno a close second - member of Arashi and one of a handful of people who practically shat rainbows while walking down the Jimusho hallways, Aiba was an oddity: the fear of his own humanity did nothing to dampen his bright and bubbly spirit as he went under the knife but the pressure of an intensely long recording session in a windowless studio made him sour - all he needed to feel like himself again was to burst out into the parking lot and feel sunshine on his face.
Comments? Good? Bad? Cliche?