Because I'm In the Mood...

[kiyakotari]

A meme, gonked from umiyuko who gonked it from kimber_rose. Revised a bit.



Choose one (or more) of my characters and pick a stage in their life you'd like to see them in, and I'll write something on it, maybe a drabble, maybe a true short story. This includes expansion or definition of specific events that have been mentioned as happening in the past in their lives, as well as general things like "so-and-so-in preschool/basic training/the laboratory/etc."

The Rules

1. This is meant as an exploration of what they were like in stages of their life (past/future - wouldn't an elderly Wren and Jian be amusing?) that I don't normally write. I can do the present/norm, if that's what you want, but I'd prefer to expand with this.

2. I may incorporate characters of yours if you request it, or I may create new ones simply for the sake of the drabble, but I won't promise anything in that regard. It depends on how comfortable I feel with the characters, setting, and whatnot.

3. Alternate universes are fine, but run it by me first. If I feel it's in character, I'll use it.

4. I'll write sexual encounters if they seem to be flowing right, but please don't just request something like "___ and ____ screwing!" Because really...that's not a lot of fun. And no random couples that...really aren't/weren't/please-god-don't-ever-let-them-be couples. (eg: Don't ask for a TalonxWren **shudder**, DarrylxJian **blank stare...hysterical laughter**, UmbraexDarryl **dead**, or what have you. If you want sex, it'll have to be kept within established relationships.)

5. And finally, if there are any specific/side characters I've mentioned or written about that you'd like to see interact with one or more of my 'main group,' let me know and I'll try to work them in (if they were a part of their life during the time period/event requested).


Alright, people. Have at me. Please. I'm not feeling busy enough right now.

Comments

[danaka-dollfie.livejournal.com]

Oh awesome idea! Took me a while to decide for this one lolz. But what I've always loved to see or read rather. Is Jian and Wren in their early parenting days lolz. So either when Wren is pregnant and due to go into labour, or when Aiko is still and infant or toddler. Feel free to do any of those and whatever hehe....just would be fun to see for sure! If yah need any more info just lemme know!

Oh and speaking of writing, was wondering if you'd be up for a bit of RP? I thought we could do a RP of when Hideo and Hailey meet and then with Aiko in it too. I know Hideo's not coming home for a very long time I think XD. But it's just a though....might be fun hehe. We could do it on Condoll maybe? I'm kinda rusty with RP but I'd love to try sometime!

[kiyakotari.livejournal.com]

It was dark, quiet. The hiss of machinery was a comforting constant as the guard made his rounds, shining a flashlight into rooms with the negligence born of routine. He checked one of the larger computer labs, silent except for the sound of the fans blowing cooled air over delicate circuitry. Then he moved on, plodding away, mind already on his plans for the next day, his date with his girlfriend, whether or not he had any condoms left in the bathroom or would need to pick some up on the way home. The sweep of the flashlight beam across the other rooms on that floor was even more apathetic than before. Section cleared, he pushed the button for the elevator, humming quietly as he waited for it to reach that floor and got in. The doors shut behind him with a hydraulic slither.

Whitened fingertips tensed on the windowsill of one of the dismissed rooms, arms and shoulders flexed and a head appeared, black ski cap revealing only pale eyes and the thin slit of a mouth. The eyes scanned the room once, thoroughly, then with a quick pull the figure rolled up and over and into the building with barely a rustle of cloth. It was obviously a male, his knit charcoal gray turtleneck fitted enough that there was no question there. Utilitarian black cargo pants led the way to even more plebian black boots. There were leather gloves on his hands, strapped close at the wrist, fingers cropped off halfway. The only skin visible was that of the ends of his fingers, and around his eyes and mouth.

There was a shoulder holster buckled around his torso, guns on each side hugging his ribcage. All of it matte, black and dark grays, very little to catch the light or throw reflections. He moved rapidly, landing in a low crouch inside the room, against the wall below and to one side of the open window, then froze. Listened.

There were no unexpected noises, just the shallow, even sound of his breathing and the constant hum of electronics. He straightened up, smooth and unhurried, moved toward the doorway and the hall beyond.

He steps were firm, even, and soundless, heel first and the rest of the foot following, outside edge meeting the ground before his weight rolled forward onto his toes. He glanced into the empty rooms as he passed them, his search much faster and more inquiring than the cursory one the guard had performed only minutes before. Judging by his stride, he appeared to know where he was going, but his gaze as he walked the hallway said differently.

He reached the elevator at the end, considered it for a moment, then turned and went into one of the rooms instead. Found an air vent in the ceiling and, standing on a chair, pushed the grate up into it easily - it wasn't fastened. Half-gloved hands gripped the edges of the opening, and one pull-up later he was in the duct, looking up and down it. One direction was blocked by a large fan, turning sluggishly. The other way was open.

He crawled through the cramped metal tunnel for perhaps fifteen or twenty feet, pulling himself along on his elbows and wincing at the occasional creak of the square tubes, before he found what he was looking for. Negotiating the turn of the duct to come out in the floor of a room on the next floor up - the fifth floor of the building - was difficult, but not impossible, and within moments he was out in the open again.