So, my first one of these died but I'd like to try it again!
Basically, the idea is that off the same prompt, we both build our own ideas but don't tell each other anything about the ideas. So we're kind of writing our own separate stories in the same story, if that makes any sense?
A Weird Idea (O/O) (Reboot)
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OooOoh!
Heyo Reed! You want to join?
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No, I'm sorry, motivation's down the drain.
Alright no issue, see you around
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I’m interested if you’re still willing to do this!
Totally! Shall I find us a prompt?
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Sweet! Yes please!
Sorry that took a hot minute! So take your pick:
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/687573068090050459/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/298856125267445293/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/659073726692255108/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/518265869613343672/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/ARG20kQ0ypkfX6TLwOrxIz9qD-NEiSkPeofJltEOsW6e4Cs1tPHXrgI/
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Np! hmm, I really like that first one
Ugh sorry friend its actually getting really late here (well early technically :P) and I should get to sleep, sorry!! I'll see you tomorrow?
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Oke doke! Sounds good, see you tomorrow :)
Heyo!
So the first prompt is possible. I might have to pick a different one though, just to keep the stories quite different cause that prompt is quite close-ended
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Oh alrighty! So should it be a completely different prompt so we can have the same plot or are we doing two different plots? I’m good either way
Well, if you do want to keep that one it could be even more of a challenge with two completely different prompts… so I'll pick another, and so can you unless you want to keep the first one which is totally fine
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Aha, Oke doke! I understand now, I think I’ll stick with the first one then
Okay, I’ve got one! Do you mind starting us off?
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Sure! I don’t mind at all. It’ll take a bit to determine my character and such but I’ll get it up as soon as I’m able :D
That’s fine, do you want me to put up a template?
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Nah it’s alright, I’ve got one to use :)
I’ll get the starter up real quick
(Also sorry it took so long, I had a surprisingly busy day today)
That's ok!
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Amadeus liked fire. He had a burning passion for it for the past three thousand years, but it wasn’t until four days ago that he had been arrested for it. He stood in court awaiting the announcement of his fate, his bound hands calmly crossed in front of him. When the judge started talking, he stopped listening, at least until his sentence was called.
His lips curled into a grin when the judge called out the most humorous punishment he could have called.
“Life sentence of 150 years.”
Ama lifted his hands to his mouth to stifle laughter. What kind of joke was this? Whatever it was, it was hilarious. What would they think when he reached the end of his sentence the same age as when he started?
(I’m sorry this took so long!)
Kieran’s eyes flew open. A newcomer. Another sentence had just been given, and fresh meat was on its way. He tightened his grip on his knees, wide silver eyes flashing blue as the gears in his brain set to work.
Kieran gingerly got to his feet, stretching out his joints on the way up.
« Robertson, » he called in a low voice. « The guy’s on his way, » he told the guard secretively. The man rolled his eyes and walked away, muttering something along the lines of lunatic.
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(No problem! I can take a while too, especially during the school week)
As he was pulled away by his arm, Amadeus kept a smug smile plastered on his face.
The guard raised an eyebrow at the man’s expression, but disregarded it.
Ama followed the guard out of the courthouse with not so much anxiety as curiosity. What would living in one place for more than a century be like? He hadn’t done that before. If anything, depending on how prisons were these days, this was a chance to make more connections with people.
Kieran let out a quiet cackle, and sat down crossed legged right behind the bars, face pressed up into the metal. He kept his widened eyes trained on the dark hallway ahead, patiently waiting for the man he knew was to come.
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(What time period were you thinking for this?)
The escorts transported Amadeus away, shushing him with everyword he said, even if his question was to ask where exactly they were taking him. No doubt they didn't want to converse with such a heinous arson such as him.
With the exception of the few inquiries he had, he didn't speak much. He kept his eyes on his scuffed boots. They weren't comfortable, and didn't fit like they were supposed to. But nobody cared about that.
After an hour or so, they arrived at their destination. He looked the building up and down as if to judge its appearence, as if he had any say in the matter. Anyway, it was nice to see where he'd be staying for the next 150 years of his life.
(Well I had urban in mind, but we could bring it back/forward some if you want?)
The crunch of gravel at the base of his window was telling enough. Kieran let out a squeal and lay flat on the floor, grinning up at the ceiling.
« Fun, » he whispered. « This is going to be great. »
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(Oke doke! urban’s good)
The officer opened Amadeus’s door and yanked him out by his upper arm.
“Easy,” Ama muttered, but was promptly disregarded as they led him into the building without loosening their grip. He followed them inside, and stopped when they stopped in front of a desk to check him in. He didn’t know how any of this business stuff worked in this century, and frankly, he didn’t care much. It was all just a fleeting 150 years.
Sounds from the hallway. In an instant Kieran was at the cell door, face pressed up between the thick bars as he stared out at the door to the corridor of captives.
"Come out," he whispered hoarsely. "Come out, come out, come out…"
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At last, when the brief paperwork and general business had been taken care of, the guard pushed open the heavy metal door.
Amadeus stared down the hallway. He caught brief glimpses of the inmates. While he walked, he made eye contact with a handful of inmates, at least the ones that would look back at him.