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I'm almost out the door, but since I'm asking, it's only fair that I offer the following meme.

Most of you on my flist don't really know my original characters personally. Small wonder, I don't really write much for them beyond RPing, though I really should. To remedy this to some small degree and give you a small introduction to the madness, I propose this:

Give me a bit of inspiration. A picture, a poem, a summary of a story, some words you'd like it themed on, etc. I'll write for the character you specify or the character I want to write for. It doesn't matter. No word limit, no nothing. I'll also include a bit of backstory if it's needed, or even link you to their 20 facts post, if they have one.

Characters can be found in the following links:
http://sumeragi.net/resolutionremix/index.php?title=User:Michie
http://heritagerp.superbusnet.com/wiki/index.php?title=Michie


Also, guess what we're doing tomorrow. Details when I get back in, but can be summarized as "my family is hilarious."

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[hezul.livejournal.com]

DANA'S LAUNDRYTIME ADVENTURES

Andrea eats the lion!

something about how Kevin got himself grounded after his birthday party

Kelyn: Smiles

[followsthrough.livejournal.com]

Men of the Teague line tend to be stoic. When he was very young, Kelyn was no exception. In fact, his nurse described him as the most disagreeable-looking baby she had ever seen.

One day, when he was barely old enough to understand, his mother took him aside, and explained to him, quietly, the value of a smile. From that point onwards, every frown, every needless change in expression earned him a veiled look.

It was acceptable, she had told him, to show sadness, or anger. But he must always be conscious of the impression he gives to others. It was better to hide emotions- it didn't matter how good or bad he felt, things would move more smoothly with a smile. Save the anger. Save the sadness for yourself. Don't show them unless it will get you something.

Feelings should be a private thing.

[semiprepared.livejournal.com]

When he got home from the hospital, Kevin thrashed his room. All of the presents on the floor. He dumped out drawers, threw things at the wall, swept all of the books off of his shelf.

His father didn't notice.

But in his defense, everyone had more important things on their minds.

[tinybitofsoul.livejournal.com]

He had left her there.

They had pitched a tent, then he had gotten into the jeep and drove off. "Stay there," he had said.

When the lion had come it was it or her. It was a young male. Prideless.

Three shots had settled things.

Three hours later, she had started a fire. She had no rations.

Things just managed to work themselves out.

[robinhood.livejournal.com]

Nicky when she was younger?
Meryl + Withered Flowers?

[seeyourlight.livejournal.com]

Very few flowers grow withing Yield Shrine. There is water, but the few plants grown are done discretely, and every specimen has a practical purpose.

Meryl had always found them fascinating, and, when books showed her that the world outside had more variety, she put up a convincing argument to have some brought back for her. Favors for favors.

But to bring back flowers required that flowers be brough across the desert sands. The ones pressed in books kept their colors dulled only slightly.

When there were no books, they were brought wrapped carefully in paper. Still, there was nothing that could be done about the heat, and by the time the packet reached the shrine, the contents were usually ruined.

Meryl looked at the stinking mess and thought that the world outside must be a disgusting place indeed.