[Original/Various Fandoms;prose] Interest-Drabble meme
Person: kireirei
Interest: Obscenely Bathing In Soy
They thought they were heading to a nice, ordinary, traditional Japanese sento (public bath). It seemed innocent enough on the outside, and really, there wasn't anything strange about it. Even after they had paid their way through, and realized there was a certain smell lingering about the place, there was no sign of anything drastically unusual. The smell wasn't nasty, it was just...different from the other sentos they had visited around Japan.
It was only after they finished stripping, clutching the tiny towels in one hand and rounded the corner to the washing stations when they stopped and stared, and realized where that strange, rather pleasantly sour-ish smell came from.
"Allen...they're not bathing in soy, are they?"
Fandom: D.Grayman?
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Person: kireirei
Interest: Perfecting Cynicism
"You're a cynic," she tells her eyes, one hand carefully drawing her eyebrow to dark precision, mirroring her black irises.
"You're a cynic," she tells her mouth, rubbing blood-red lipstick on her lips like she just had a snack of ten thousand innocent lambs.
"You're a cynic," she tells her heart, and it quivers and shudders and sighs, gives the smallest of whimpers before falling silent once more.
"You're a cynic," she tells her reflection, almost inordinately proud of the woman that stands before her, dressed in a dark blue power suit, eyes the colour of coal staring proudly at the world. She steps forward to kiss herself, leaving the blood-red mark of her lips on the cool glass.
"And you're perfect."
Fandom: Original
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Person: kiyoshi_chan
Interest: Flame of Recca
"I really like you, Hime!"
She never had the courage to tell him that she didn't really liked the title. It was just that when she first heard his words, it made her so happy. No one had ever told her, admitted to her unashamedly that they liked her before, and Recca-kun was about the sweetest, most honest guy she's ever met, nevermind that she hasn't really met a lot of guys.
"My name's Yanagi, not Hime."
"Whatever! Come here, I want to show you something!"
She didn't want to hurt his feelings, or dampen his enthusiasm, so she went along with it. Being with Recca-kun really made her happy, and everything he did had given her more than a thousand reasons to smile.
But she still fervently wishes, even if it's only once, that he'll say her name.
Fandom: Flame of Recca
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Person: toroki
Interest: Scrabble
"Annnnd we're starting with a…'V'"
"Virgin."
"Virginity."
"Stroke."
"Penis."
"Foreplay. Bingo bonus."
"Damn. Thrust."
"Fellatio. Bingo bonus again."
"What the hell? Anal."
"Orgasm."
"This is getting really dirty, you know."
"Not my fault for wanting to play Scrabble after mind-blowing sex. And I'm kicking your ass."
"...Why don't we just get back to the sex instead?"
Fandom: Original?
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Person: selphish
Interest: Nude Art
They called him a pervert, a hedonist, a radical. His photographs and portraits and caricatures were banned from every public showing, critics claiming that the outright showing of nudity, of nude models touching each other, bordered on outraging moral sensibilities.
He couldn't understand. Sitting in his studio, surrounded by his creations, he could only see beauty, beauty in the naked skin of the men and women around him. His works weren't even sexually explicit, they were just ordinary people sitting around, lounging, twining hands together in a friendly handshake, a pat on the shoulder. Ordinary people doing ordinary, everyday things in their natural beauty, not hidden by clothes or jewellery or make-up.
"Maybe the world isn't ready for this," he whispered to himself, and his empty stomach grumbled pleadingly in reply.
Fandom: Original
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Person: ichbinfishstick
Interest: Paperclips
He picks up the paper clips again for the fiftieth time that afternoon, running his fingers over the shaped wire and telling him, also for the fiftieth time, that he will not un-bend those paper clips of his out of shape again, and then go around begging for some more from his colleagues when he really needed them. It seemed ironic that once he started, he couldn't really stop straightening out those clips before bending them into new shapes.
It definitely beat the boring decorum of his work, where most of it consisted of verifying copies of reports over and over and signing them. He yearns for something more exciting, more fulfilling. He wants to write stories, but he isn't allowed to.
Slowly, his fingers start to pull at the familiar wire, and he finds himself turning the length into a loop, and then attaching more wires to form a little man made of metal lines. Softly, he starts to speak to himself.
"Once, there was a man made out of paper clip wires..."
Fandom: Original
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Person: uzumakisama
Interest: Six Feet Under
He never thought he would have actually agreed to go through with this. The concept of the interactive theatre, although interesting, bordered on the edge of morbidity.
"If any of you suffers from claustrophobia or has any heart ailments, we strongly advise you to not participate in this activity, although we appreciate your presence here. Please raise your hand to indicate yourself." The moderator said.
He swallowed hard, his right hand already twitching, but George gave him a nudge. "You want to cure your fear of death, right? This is a once in a life-time opportunity!"
So there he was, watching George from behind glass wriggle his fingers for a temporary farewell, and then the final toss of soil obscured his view from anything else. In the darkness and silence, he could hear his blood rushing in his body.
Calm down, he tells himself, this is only a play. Interactive theatre. You're not six feet under. They didn't leave you to die. It's only fifteen minutes.
He tried to raise his hand to look at his watch, but the glass prevented everything save for the most minimal of movement. He could feel his heart beating faster, breathing turning shallow.
Did they leave any ventilation here? Will I die of suffocation?
He couldn't quell the rising panic, and slowly, he starts to scream.
Fandom: Original
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Person: empress_dots
Interest: Book of Revelations
"You don't want to touch that, boy."
His hand stops short of caressing the cover of the non-descript book, and his head swivels around to land on the bald cranium and the beady eyes that peered from above the half-moon glasses. "Nope, you don't want to touch that."
"Why can't I?" Defiance fills his voice, and he edges his hand closer again to the book, just to see the old man scream blue murder. Instead, disappointingly enough, the old man just shrugs his shoulders and snaps open his newspaper.
"I didn't say you can't," he replies. "I only said you don't want to." The eyes go back to look at him again. "Word to the wise: That's the Book of Revelations."
"Isn't that a book in the Bible?"
"Are you deaf, boy? That's the Book of Revelation. Singular."
"What's the difference, old man? And my name's Nathan, not boy."
The man's sudden, racking laughter shocked him. "The book you're going to touch holds all your secrets. Even the ones you don't know. Even the ones you don't want to know."
The newspaper rustles. "Like I said, you don't want to touch it, boy. But you can, if you like."
"The choice is yours."
Fandom: Original
Interest: Obscenely Bathing In Soy
They thought they were heading to a nice, ordinary, traditional Japanese sento (public bath). It seemed innocent enough on the outside, and really, there wasn't anything strange about it. Even after they had paid their way through, and realized there was a certain smell lingering about the place, there was no sign of anything drastically unusual. The smell wasn't nasty, it was just...different from the other sentos they had visited around Japan.
It was only after they finished stripping, clutching the tiny towels in one hand and rounded the corner to the washing stations when they stopped and stared, and realized where that strange, rather pleasantly sour-ish smell came from.
"Allen...they're not bathing in soy, are they?"
Fandom: D.Grayman?
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Person: kireirei
Interest: Perfecting Cynicism
"You're a cynic," she tells her eyes, one hand carefully drawing her eyebrow to dark precision, mirroring her black irises.
"You're a cynic," she tells her mouth, rubbing blood-red lipstick on her lips like she just had a snack of ten thousand innocent lambs.
"You're a cynic," she tells her heart, and it quivers and shudders and sighs, gives the smallest of whimpers before falling silent once more.
"You're a cynic," she tells her reflection, almost inordinately proud of the woman that stands before her, dressed in a dark blue power suit, eyes the colour of coal staring proudly at the world. She steps forward to kiss herself, leaving the blood-red mark of her lips on the cool glass.
"And you're perfect."
Fandom: Original
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Person: kiyoshi_chan
Interest: Flame of Recca
"I really like you, Hime!"
She never had the courage to tell him that she didn't really liked the title. It was just that when she first heard his words, it made her so happy. No one had ever told her, admitted to her unashamedly that they liked her before, and Recca-kun was about the sweetest, most honest guy she's ever met, nevermind that she hasn't really met a lot of guys.
"My name's Yanagi, not Hime."
"Whatever! Come here, I want to show you something!"
She didn't want to hurt his feelings, or dampen his enthusiasm, so she went along with it. Being with Recca-kun really made her happy, and everything he did had given her more than a thousand reasons to smile.
But she still fervently wishes, even if it's only once, that he'll say her name.
Fandom: Flame of Recca
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Person: toroki
Interest: Scrabble
"Annnnd we're starting with a…'V'"
"Virgin."
"Virginity."
"Stroke."
"Penis."
"Foreplay. Bingo bonus."
"Damn. Thrust."
"Fellatio. Bingo bonus again."
"What the hell? Anal."
"Orgasm."
"This is getting really dirty, you know."
"Not my fault for wanting to play Scrabble after mind-blowing sex. And I'm kicking your ass."
"...Why don't we just get back to the sex instead?"
Fandom: Original?
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Person: selphish
Interest: Nude Art
They called him a pervert, a hedonist, a radical. His photographs and portraits and caricatures were banned from every public showing, critics claiming that the outright showing of nudity, of nude models touching each other, bordered on outraging moral sensibilities.
He couldn't understand. Sitting in his studio, surrounded by his creations, he could only see beauty, beauty in the naked skin of the men and women around him. His works weren't even sexually explicit, they were just ordinary people sitting around, lounging, twining hands together in a friendly handshake, a pat on the shoulder. Ordinary people doing ordinary, everyday things in their natural beauty, not hidden by clothes or jewellery or make-up.
"Maybe the world isn't ready for this," he whispered to himself, and his empty stomach grumbled pleadingly in reply.
Fandom: Original
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Person: ichbinfishstick
Interest: Paperclips
He picks up the paper clips again for the fiftieth time that afternoon, running his fingers over the shaped wire and telling him, also for the fiftieth time, that he will not un-bend those paper clips of his out of shape again, and then go around begging for some more from his colleagues when he really needed them. It seemed ironic that once he started, he couldn't really stop straightening out those clips before bending them into new shapes.
It definitely beat the boring decorum of his work, where most of it consisted of verifying copies of reports over and over and signing them. He yearns for something more exciting, more fulfilling. He wants to write stories, but he isn't allowed to.
Slowly, his fingers start to pull at the familiar wire, and he finds himself turning the length into a loop, and then attaching more wires to form a little man made of metal lines. Softly, he starts to speak to himself.
"Once, there was a man made out of paper clip wires..."
Fandom: Original
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Person: uzumakisama
Interest: Six Feet Under
He never thought he would have actually agreed to go through with this. The concept of the interactive theatre, although interesting, bordered on the edge of morbidity.
"If any of you suffers from claustrophobia or has any heart ailments, we strongly advise you to not participate in this activity, although we appreciate your presence here. Please raise your hand to indicate yourself." The moderator said.
He swallowed hard, his right hand already twitching, but George gave him a nudge. "You want to cure your fear of death, right? This is a once in a life-time opportunity!"
So there he was, watching George from behind glass wriggle his fingers for a temporary farewell, and then the final toss of soil obscured his view from anything else. In the darkness and silence, he could hear his blood rushing in his body.
Calm down, he tells himself, this is only a play. Interactive theatre. You're not six feet under. They didn't leave you to die. It's only fifteen minutes.
He tried to raise his hand to look at his watch, but the glass prevented everything save for the most minimal of movement. He could feel his heart beating faster, breathing turning shallow.
Did they leave any ventilation here? Will I die of suffocation?
He couldn't quell the rising panic, and slowly, he starts to scream.
Fandom: Original
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Person: empress_dots
Interest: Book of Revelations
"You don't want to touch that, boy."
His hand stops short of caressing the cover of the non-descript book, and his head swivels around to land on the bald cranium and the beady eyes that peered from above the half-moon glasses. "Nope, you don't want to touch that."
"Why can't I?" Defiance fills his voice, and he edges his hand closer again to the book, just to see the old man scream blue murder. Instead, disappointingly enough, the old man just shrugs his shoulders and snaps open his newspaper.
"I didn't say you can't," he replies. "I only said you don't want to." The eyes go back to look at him again. "Word to the wise: That's the Book of Revelations."
"Isn't that a book in the Bible?"
"Are you deaf, boy? That's the Book of Revelation. Singular."
"What's the difference, old man? And my name's Nathan, not boy."
The man's sudden, racking laughter shocked him. "The book you're going to touch holds all your secrets. Even the ones you don't know. Even the ones you don't want to know."
The newspaper rustles. "Like I said, you don't want to touch it, boy. But you can, if you like."
"The choice is yours."
Fandom: Original