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Story Title: The Unused Character Society
Rating: PG
Warning: May induce guilt for WIP’s
Fun Fact:I saved the original version of this story on my mother’s computer (and then sent it a rough draft as my LAS entry). That computer has since been stolen. Good news is, I don’t actually know if the other version was actually any better.
Prompt: Abandoned
The unused character society met in the cafeteria of an abandoned high school AU every third Tuesday at noon. The author had spent three months designating seating arrangements and only half an hour on the characters, so the space was solid and detailed, if a little empty. Only few wisps of stereotypes milled around: a ghostly jock would knock over an equally transparent nerd's lunch tray every five minutes. All of the former main characters found them easy enough to ignore as they took their seats.
Not all of the characters chose to attend, of course. The characters from horror projects were especially fearful of meeting in groups: they preferred to roam around the abandoned Kirkbride asylum and typically greeted any hint of life with a shotgun shell. Others preferred to smoke beneath the bleachers rather than attend any sort of stupid 'society' or 'meeting'. One or two free spirits would pop in from time to time, but they'd quickly figure out that nobody there was in need of an important life lesson and would instead head off for parts unknown. But most chose to attend; to mingle, to catch up on the news, or to try to gauge the author's current interests. Everyone had the small hope that their work could be resurrected one day.
Jasmine Esmerelda Simone Sora Kuroe Nightshade Tiffany Smith III (also known as 'Jazz') lead the proceedings. She insisted on it; was the one who had been here the longest and the only character with her own unicorn and jetpack. She was convinced of her leadership skills, although nobody else could figure out what those leadership skills might be. She delivered this month's announcements in a musical voice. Alice, a wispy woman with long blonde hair and braids, planned to hold a meditation seminar to help two-dimensional characters discover their inner selves and attain a fuller characterization. Bryant and Jacob advertised signups for their upcoming rugby tournament. An unnamed, scarred horror representantive informed the group that everyone should beware the wild dog pack for a while; Skippy the terrier had contracted rabies or could turn people into werewolves, nobody was sure which (Jazz suggested that they could send an investigative team to find out, but there were no volunteers). A new member, Longshanks McArthur, introduced himself as a former character in a pirate novel. All the while, Isolt, a teenager with a severe haircut and thick glasses sat toward the back and muttered sarcastic remarks underneath her breath. No one paid attention to her.
Jasmine was just starting a tangent detailing her tragic past when suddenly, the roof made a creaking sound and a giant hand grabbed Isolt out of her seat. The author tweaked her nose, examined her features and patted her on the back. The society held their collective breath as she disappeared, only to be tossed down a moment later as the author snatched up Alice instead. Isolt hit the lunchroom floor with a bounce, arms flapping in the air she fell. Jacob helped her up and comforted her as the rest of the society looked on. It was out of character for him; he was never the type to settle for the sidekick. But she was awfully pretty underneath those glasses and that attitude; why hadn't anyone noticed that before?
They waited. Alice was not returned.
The unused character society let out early that afternoon, as all of the members wondered if they would ever be given their own parts to play.
Rating: PG
Warning: May induce guilt for WIP’s
Fun Fact:I saved the original version of this story on my mother’s computer (and then sent it a rough draft as my LAS entry). That computer has since been stolen. Good news is, I don’t actually know if the other version was actually any better.
Prompt: Abandoned
The unused character society met in the cafeteria of an abandoned high school AU every third Tuesday at noon. The author had spent three months designating seating arrangements and only half an hour on the characters, so the space was solid and detailed, if a little empty. Only few wisps of stereotypes milled around: a ghostly jock would knock over an equally transparent nerd's lunch tray every five minutes. All of the former main characters found them easy enough to ignore as they took their seats.
Not all of the characters chose to attend, of course. The characters from horror projects were especially fearful of meeting in groups: they preferred to roam around the abandoned Kirkbride asylum and typically greeted any hint of life with a shotgun shell. Others preferred to smoke beneath the bleachers rather than attend any sort of stupid 'society' or 'meeting'. One or two free spirits would pop in from time to time, but they'd quickly figure out that nobody there was in need of an important life lesson and would instead head off for parts unknown. But most chose to attend; to mingle, to catch up on the news, or to try to gauge the author's current interests. Everyone had the small hope that their work could be resurrected one day.
Jasmine Esmerelda Simone Sora Kuroe Nightshade Tiffany Smith III (also known as 'Jazz') lead the proceedings. She insisted on it; was the one who had been here the longest and the only character with her own unicorn and jetpack. She was convinced of her leadership skills, although nobody else could figure out what those leadership skills might be. She delivered this month's announcements in a musical voice. Alice, a wispy woman with long blonde hair and braids, planned to hold a meditation seminar to help two-dimensional characters discover their inner selves and attain a fuller characterization. Bryant and Jacob advertised signups for their upcoming rugby tournament. An unnamed, scarred horror representantive informed the group that everyone should beware the wild dog pack for a while; Skippy the terrier had contracted rabies or could turn people into werewolves, nobody was sure which (Jazz suggested that they could send an investigative team to find out, but there were no volunteers). A new member, Longshanks McArthur, introduced himself as a former character in a pirate novel. All the while, Isolt, a teenager with a severe haircut and thick glasses sat toward the back and muttered sarcastic remarks underneath her breath. No one paid attention to her.
Jasmine was just starting a tangent detailing her tragic past when suddenly, the roof made a creaking sound and a giant hand grabbed Isolt out of her seat. The author tweaked her nose, examined her features and patted her on the back. The society held their collective breath as she disappeared, only to be tossed down a moment later as the author snatched up Alice instead. Isolt hit the lunchroom floor with a bounce, arms flapping in the air she fell. Jacob helped her up and comforted her as the rest of the society looked on. It was out of character for him; he was never the type to settle for the sidekick. But she was awfully pretty underneath those glasses and that attitude; why hadn't anyone noticed that before?
They waited. Alice was not returned.
The unused character society let out early that afternoon, as all of the members wondered if they would ever be given their own parts to play.