forum Character / writing exercise !!

Started March 08, 2020 by @RainClouds_Itachi_

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i'm putting this in character bc i feel like it belongs here better honestly-
SO! what this is, is a little writing exercise on how your characters perceive the world around them !!!

i was binge watching writing videos again and came up with this bc in one of the videos (i have no clue which one anymore tho woops-), someone said something about how "if the character is an artist, then when in their pov, wouldn't they explain the world in an artistic way? like talking about how things look, and their colors and thimgs like that"

so basically what the idea is, is that you'll put a few of your characters in a setting that's basically the same (not all at once tho!!) and then write how they see it, or how it makes them feel

very smol stupid example: [setting is rainy]
optimistic person: wOW !! i love the rain it's so nice and calming!
pessimistic person: this makes me sad i hate it

so yeah!!! have at it!
_{P.S don't worry there'll be a (hopefully) better example once i write one or two for some of my characters ^^; just give me a lil bit to write 'em-}

[ the setting is a cool breezy day, slightly cloudy, in a grassy field surrounded by forest ]

Carmen:
Carmen was sitting peacefully underneath the shade of a tree right on the edge of the field. she had a small smile on her face as the breeze danced by. she felt calm and happy, the weather reminding her of her family, especially her husband. the sun was warm and soothing, just like he was, and even though she missed him dearly, on day like this, it felt like he was still there with her.

Tatius:
the dark-haired man was deep within the trees, avoiding having to look at the field. he hated fields, that's where the visions got really bad, always big empty spaces. he could already hear the echoing of gunfire- or was that a woodpecker? he didn't know, and that scared him. he could hear the screams whistling in his ears, it almost sounded like wind? the light of the sun was his only comfort. or was it? it could just be a really big flare… he had to leave, get somewhere safe, somewhere familiar.

Akito:
the blue-winged man was running through the field, arms spread wide alongside his wings. he didn't try to take off just yet, enjoying the feeling of grass on his bare feet. he loved breezy days like this! perfect for flying- or running! he wasn't picky about which one he did. the fresh smell of nature and wind lifting his spirits and making his chest feel light in happiness. everything always felt brighter when there was a breeze, the coolness of it rushing over him as he finally took flight. the sun warming his back like a hug, and the cool breeze blowing away all his stress and worries, what day could be more perfect?

_{(i dunno if this is a good example either but you get the idea XD write in whatever style you want! put them in whatever setting you want! just have fun with it friens !!! <3)}

_{(Hopefully, this is alright? Using your example of a cool breezy day!)}

Leonardo:
He weaved mindlessly through the patch of trees that skirted the field, glancing at the clouds from time to time. The sanctuary was beautiful and seemingly vacant, but he couldn't quite stifle the nervous prickles along his neck whenever he looked to the field. He wanted so badly to wander into the tall grass, to feel the uninterrupted sunlight on his face while clouds billowed by and his hair was ruffled by the wind's invisible fingers—but he was afraid. His heart stuttered at the thought of entering such an exposed area, where he would be an easy target for the anomalies that were surely tracking him. So he stayed very close to the fringe of trees, every once and a while daring to tease the sunlight with an open palm, wishing with all his heart that his circumstances were different.

[The setting is a snowy day. The horizon is rosy, with a golden tint just beyond the pink. The snow is about 4 inches deeps and blinding in the sun.]

Walter:
He sat inside of his house, watching the sun fall below the horizon. He couldn't help but breathe it all in from the comfort of his art room. The snow was still falling, piling onto the inches already there. The clouds in the sky softened its rosy glory. That golden star on the horizon, it reminded Walter of the shine of halos he had heard stories of. Those atop the heads of angels.

It was a scene that he loved seeing. The kind that made him appreciate the world more. It was that kind of beauty that he wanted to capture forever and look at it every day. He almost took out his phone for a picture, but he quickly rethought it. He took pictures every day, there was nothing to make that one special. Rather, he looked back at the canvas he had left so painfully blank, picked up a paintbrush, and began to make a memory. Something he knew would last.

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Thomas:
It had been quite a day for Thomas. His days felt like pretty much 365 slides of the same thing. The same, mundane, not-so-pleasant life. He woke up, skipped breakfast, got yelled at by his dad, went to school, skipped lunch, got home, ate dinner, lazed around, did regrettable things, washed, rinsed, and repeated. It was practically the same every day. At least, that was the way it had been since his mom left him. Or as he liked to call it, The Great Divide.

He hadn't seen snow for what felt like almost a decade since he moved out of Alaska. It wasn't something he's been pleased with. The snow brought back memories. Memories of a time he just wanted back. Before he went down the wrong path, before he messed everything up and couldn't remember the previous night, before the world slipped from under his worn-down shoes and left him on his knees. He'd do anything for one more memory. He begged for some type of nostalgia. And he got it.

He sat in the confinement of his small, white room. Silently, he wrote down all that went through his head. Be it songs, stories, character ideas, anything. He scratched it down onto graph paper that he was supposed to be doing math on. If he hadn't looked up for that split second in thought, he almost would've never known it snowed. But, of course, he had.

He looked up at it and immediately smiled. It was something that he hadn't seen in so long, that he almost didn't recognize it as snow. It brought back memories of a day so many years back. A memory of his mother. They were snowed in, but they found a way out. His mother had bundled 9-year-old Thomas up and took him outside. She flipped him upside-down and giggled along with him as she plunged him into the deep snow by his heels.

"You're Winter Achilles now!" she told him, her cheeks rosy, "Isn't that cool?"

They had laughed for a while before finally reentering the house. It was a memory that Thomas had so fondly cherished. That's why he had walked out of his room and his house completely into the snow. It wasn't nearly as deep as it was when She was there, but it was still something.

He sat in the snow, looking up at the vast sky above him. He smiled with less enthusiasm than before, but he was still just as happy. The only things that changed were his thoughts. They were all of his mother. He couldn't help but let silent tears drip down his face.

"I'm Winter Achilles, mother," he choked. "Isn't it cool?"

For the first time in forever, he had felt the nostalgia he had longed for. And, boy, was it painful.

(Sorry for going in on Thomas!!!! I just really had something going there! This really helped me flesh out my characters though. Good idea, Cloudy Diety Bean!)

Uhhhh, def doing this

Setting: A day dawning right before a really important life or death event
Characters: Ram, Titan, Cello

Ram:
Ram had been up for hours, checking everything one last time. There wasn't much else to be done, but nerves kept him at it until Mehri found him.
"Stop," she told him calmly, easily able to identify his anxiety. "Nothing more will come from you doing this."
He looked at her and then turned away without answering. She was right of course. She was always right. He stared out the window at the grey sky as the sun barely started to crest the hill. No matter how many times it happened, the day right before a fight was a day full of dread. He grimaced. It seemed like he'd only just found his family again, and already he was expected to have to leave them.
Life's not fair, he told himself heavily. You know it's not. It never is, is it?
"They're here," Mehri said, gze fixed out that same window he'd been staring blankly out of. He focused again and saw the jeeps rolling down the gravel road. He looked at Mehri one last time, taking comfort in her eternal calm.
"Let's go get them," he said with a sigh.

Titan
Peyton was scared, he could tell. He was getting better at reading her body language, how her pacing and constant glances towards the door ment she was afraid of something out there. She'd hidden Gemma, tucked Fire in next to the baby, both kitten and child tucked behind a crate, the only form of shelter she could find.
"You protect them," she'd told Titan taking his grey hand in hers and meeting his gaze directly. Her voice was firm, despite the tremors that ran through her. "And if I don't come back, you take them and run. Okay?"
He stared down at her, tilting his head. He tried to figure out how to comfort her, to let her know he'd never let anything happen to any of them. Whatever had Peyton so scared, he was sure he could handle. He would protect all of them, no matter what.
She turned one last time, giving him a smile, and then stepped out the door, closing it firmly behind her. Titan stared after her, ready to follow at the slightest hint of trouble. He wasn't afraid. He didn't know fear. He had no way of knowing that what waited for him outside that door was not something he could handle.
But he'd do anything for Peyton and her family, even if the odds were against him.

Cello
Cello could see the Rebels from his window, the army was that close. They waited, unmoving, silent, their rag-tag colors a jarring clash that hurt his eyes.
"Garish," he muttered, fastening his coats last button and turning away to examine himself in the mirror. As always, he looked terribly impressive, his green uniform in top condition, the medals and pins glinting on his chest. He smiled at himself, and with a dramatic flourish, bowed and swirled towards the door.
"The time to fight is now," he called speaking to his troops even before the door had closed behind him. "They wait there, close enough to touch. They stand for anarchy, rage, and destruction. We stand for protection, tradition, order. They will not win. They are chaotic, and we are an oiled machine."
He looked over his uniform rows of soldiers, and fearless grin broke across his face.
"Let's give 'em the Hell the they would have America become."

[ setting: a thunderstorm at night outside of each character's respective homes ]

Death:
Death bounded into his room in the celestial palace like an excited puppy, quickly spinning around to shout a happy 'goodnight' to his sister, Life. and then he shut the door.
immediately, his body language slipped from his childish persona into a more tired one. he slowly wandered over to the giant window on one side of his room, pulling a fancy and cushioned chair along with him.
he sat down, removing his mask, and rested his head on his arms, staring out at the rain. he didn't necessarily like the rain, or thunderstorms for that matter, but he did take comfort in the background noise. the silence was worse in his opinion.
but all he could see in the flashes of lightning was the flashes of someone dying, their life passing before their eyes one last time.
he envied his sister sometimes, who could take pride in her work, no matter how much it weighed down on her. sure, his work was less difficult, but sometimes it really hurt to know he was tearing someone away from their loved ones. in every flash he saw accidents, murders, an illness taking it's toll, and sometimes… sometimes the ones that made him smile, older people who've lived out their lives, dying peacefully with a smile on their face.
in the thunder he could hear the grief filled sobs and cries, the shouts of heartbreak, the curses that he knew were meant for him, the last goodbye from a dying soul.
he watched the rain quietly, only seeing sadness and loss within the storm, but not outright hating it. just like how the depressing rain was good for the world, so was he, whether the mortals knew it or not.

Saraia:
Saraia was drunk. or maybe she was a mixture of tipsy and exhausted? she didn't know and she didn't care to worry about her health either way, taking another sip from the bottle in her hand. she hated this weather, it reminding her of that night… the night that her boss came back with her first experiment. a baby boy, looking to only be a few weeks old. it had been years since then, the baby now a young man, but the guilt only got worse and worse over the years.
in her mind it was her fault he suffered, rather than her bosses fault, and she felt it everyday, but especially on stormy nights.
she wanted to get completely wasted and forget it all, to get a hangover in the morning that made it hurt to think, so she wouldn't have to think at all.
Saraia sobbed quietly, wandering outside her giant but empty work space, and collapsed on her hands and knees in the mud. the bottle of alcohol she had laying spilled and forgotten in the mud, she looked up at the flashes of lightning, listened to the thunder, and wished she could just become the mud that she sat in.
to her, the world seemed cruel and disgusting, and she wondered how she ever thought differently as a child.

There's currently a nor'easter, which is a storm common in New England, with lots of precipitation (could be rain, or could be hail, sleet, or snow) and sharp winds.
Chelsea: "Look, as much as I value my education, I also value my life. I'm not going outside."
It's another nor'easter. I heard this one was going to be bad, and I suppose so, considering that they cancelled school. I mean, we will all be okay and everything will work out in the end, but I hope everyone stays safe and indoors. The winds are whistling and the rain's subtle patter has turned into a more persistent pounding. The storm shows no signs of slowing down or stopping. But I'm not worried. And I'm glad to have the extra time to study and catch up on the last episode of Chronopoint. It seems like smooth sailing for today. But I hope everyone who doesn't have shelter will be okay. Is it bad that I'm okay during a situation when others are potentially hurt or suffering? Maybe it's better if I did have school today, because this is giving me a philosophical headache. I'm going to call Theo and ask him whether he wants to join me in watching Chronopoint.
Theo: "Well, isn't Mother Nature feisty today?"
There's a storm. I checked the forecast and the radar and it looks like it's bad enough to cancel school, but not bad enough to cause any major damage or flooding. However, the implications of missing school are quite bad and as I don't wish to fall behind on my schoolwork, I'll check the syllabus in order to keep my work in check.
Hm. Looks like I did all of it a week ago. Good job, last week's self, you're staying on top of your work. I'll finish a bit of next week's work then, and then I'll check on Chelsea to make sure she's doesn't miss anything. She's usually glad to have the extra help. Well, I might as well get settled in for the storm. I'm going to grab a mug of hot chocolate, and work on the beanbag today, maybe with a blanket. It's the perfect day for cozy working.

Setting: They're all seeing the same thing for the first time, or for Titan, the hundredth. They're meeting Colossus.
Characters: Titan (Again), Dakota, Will, and Tanner

Titan: As the monster came to a stop before them, Titan met it's gaze calmly. He'd fought it before. He could fight it again, though he knew winning wasn't an option. Colossus was bigger and stronger than Titan by a ways, but Titan felt no fear. He was back where he belonged, protecting his family, his new friends. And he'd do that until he could no longer.
Really, nothing was more simple. Confidence filled him and he looked down at Peyton who stood beside him, fiercely glaring at their old enemy. Titan was comforted by her fearlessness. Little did he know that even as he was determined to protect her, she was thinking the same about him. She wasn't going to let he who had become her son be taken from her ever again.

Dakota: Dakota turned to face Colossus properly as the giant stopped not forty feet away.
"Not another one," they grumbled, putting on their helmet again. They glanced at Titan, who stood just a foot shorter than his baby brother. When will people stop trying to create super weapons? they wondered, checking to make sure the shotgun mob was loaded.
Never, they answered themself. They had no way of knowing they were the inspiration behind Titan and Colossus both. But the imitations can never be as good as the original, or so they say. Dakota as here to test that out.
They walked up to stand next to Peyton, cocking the gun and glaring at Colossus.
"Anything I need to know before I kill it?" they asked calmly.

Will "Please, please tell me you're making me hallucinate again," Will said quietly, backing up until he was safely hidden behind Titan. Lucifer laughed in his ear, and Will could just imagine his grin.
"No, sir, not me," the demon said. "That's too crude to be a creature of my design."
"Yay," Will sighed. "Welp. I'll just be back here then. No sense getting tangled in something others can so clearly take care of." He glanced at Dakota and Peyton. "Actually, you know what? I'm…going to go find out where Boss and his little crew are. Uhhh. You guys have fun!"
"Aw come onnnnnn," whined Lucifer as Will strolled away at a pace slightly quicker than a stroll. "I wanted to watch the show."
"Nope," Will said, determinedly not looking back. "No, nope, nah, and no thanks. We're outta here."

((Whoops I broke the rules a wee bit! They are all in the setting at once, but not awake at the same times.. I hope that counts!))

Setting: Setting up camp at twilight in a deep forest clearing, each character keeping watch at different times while the others sleep around a low burning campfire.

Characters: Marniy and Sasha

Sasha:
He hadn’t been shocked that the girls gave him first watch, not when he had probably worn both of them out with his seemingly endless commentary on their long journey. Yes, maybe this was his punishment; to watch as the slow embers cast haunting shadows upon his sleeping journey mates and keep a constant, anxious ear open for every break of a twig or snarl of wind (which he could only pray wasn’t actually the snarl of some unwelcome creature). With a disgruntled noise, the tall lad shuffled a switchblade from his trusty satchel and felt along the moss and tree litter for a twig large and sturdy enough to whittle. The wind would continue to howl, the night creatures would still prowl, and maybe he was being a little irresponsible by shifting a mite of his attention to his woodwork, but he’d would be damned if he couldn’t get his mind off of the numbing silence of his friends for a couple hours. It was, after all, all he could do to keep himself from whistling a tune and attracting the beasts. Marniy would see him dead if that were to happen.
At the thought of his strange friend, he peered towards her mat. Indeed, the way she clutched her halberd in sleep seemed to him a deliberate taunt against his merry, frolicking ways. He let rest his head against the oak he was seated beneath. Contented as he could be in this dark, ominous place, he let himself listen to her silent warnings. His ears filled with the soft noises of the cackling fire, that cursed wind, and the gentle shaving of wood on metal.
As his poor twig, which he had intended to become a flower of sorts, was shaved down to naught but a toothpick, he let out a tired sigh. It was, at last, his time to rest. He roused Marniy (never a difficult feat, she slept so lightly) and took her place on the mat. As he peered through the canopy, the moon overhead lulled him into another uncomfortable, anxious slumber.

Marniy:
As she was gently prodded into wakefulness, Marniy caught sight of the moon directly above. As much as Sasha could run her nerves to the bone, she could respect his punctuality. She gave the lad a thankful pat on the shoulder and took his spot under the looming oak. Her fingers, as they tread through the soft moss at it’s base, hit a shard of cool metal. She grimaced. The fool had left his switchblade to rust! Slipping the offending item in her pocket with an annoyed huff, the half-elf closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be resting, though. No, she was simply leaving her ears with no sensual distractions.
She watched her tall companion squirm in his sleep. Alas, he didn’t share her fondness for the forest in twilight. But then again, he hadn’t grown up in the deep woods as she had. Where he heard intimidating unknown beasts, she recognized the gentle calls of the owls and night creatures she so loved. Indeed, these solitary species were something of kin with her soul. They always listened. They didn’t give her dirty glares when her back was turned.
They knew.
The abrupt call of a barred owl drew her out of that brooding reverie and her eyes snapped open. If there was one trait she was happy to have inherited from her elven mother, it was the gift of night vision (and she had been mildly surprised, at that, when her companions hadn’t left her on night watch until dawn). She quickly spotted the large bird, high in the canopy of neighboring elm. It’s large, impeding gaze was locked upon her, as though seeking her attention. Marniy blinked. The bird blinked back.

Here's mine :)

He woke up on the roof of his apartment building because it started to rain.

Freddie:

Freddie groggily opened his eyes as the first drop of rain landed on the tip of his nose and began its slow trickle down to the corner of his face. He lay there, feeling the slow decent of the small droplet down his face. More and more drop fell until he couldn't keep track of which droplet was going where. I was at this moment when he sat up and looked around that he realized he was on top of his old apartment building. He wasn't surprised. Whenever he got lost in his emotions, he felt the need to get high in order to stop feeling. So he did. Very often. And every time he ended up waking up on the roof of his apartment building awoken by the soft drizzle of rain. Rain too was normal where he was. This was all a common experience for him, except for the fact that he moved out of this particular apartment building a week ago. Weird, he though to himself and he stood up and brushed himself off, still woozy from last night. By the time he made it down the fire escape, it was as if the sky had broken and was now raining down on him. Huge droplets slowly sunk through the old fabric of his hoodie. But he paid them no mind, simply putting his hands into his pockets and beginning his long, and now wet, walk back to his new apartment building.

Okay so I was gonna do a few more of my oc's but I'm tired and need sleep lol :)

(following bc this seems fun)

Here's mine

Setting: Everyone visits a graveyard

Sophie:
{BGM: Lily's Spooky Night}

I snuck between the creaking gates. I never liked being in the dark but now that I'm surrounded by dead people, I can feel fog smother me. I creep forward as I try to keep my pounding heart from bursting out of my chest. Looking down my once olive knuckles have gone white.

Just ignore it

To ease my nerves I watch my shadow tiptoe to crunches of weeds and grass, but that seem to have the opposite effect.

Getting sick of trudging along like an dimwit in horror flick about to be put out their misery by a serial killer, though if in my case, I'd probably just blackout, drop dead before my wounds close and get up again

I flee to the gravestone, before almost falling on it

There it is, Dad's grave

{BGM: Bloody Waltz}

"In Loving Memory of Duke Millerstine
1971-2011
A ray of sunshine. Dedicated father and husband. And all-around great guy"

The tombstone was full of cracks which soon became home to moss and spiders. The once bright and cheerful flowers that surrounded the grave were now grey, torn and dirty, reeking of mildew. The only light that was there was the moonlight struggling to reach and the only thing was still intact was the picture of dad's gentle grin from our family picture, almost as if it was frozen in time

The rest of my vision began to fog up as hot tears seep out of my eyes on my cheeks. Collapsing on my knees, I could hear my own pathetic whimpering as I hug myself.

"I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry you had to die, It should have been me." I cried, as I see my tears drop on the grave

No I can't just sit here crying, If I don't do something a lot more blood will be on my heads

I force myself to stand up and back away from the grave. Stiffening up to stop myself from trembling, I take a deep breath.

Okay, There has to be a way to put him to rest. I turn around and opened the lid of the amulet

{BGM: Fear}

"Sophie." A voice croaked, grabbing my shoulder

I pull away from the source of the voice, ripping it's hand off my shoulder

Clucthing my amulet with my hand on the lid

I stare the ghost dead in the eye, as he stood there blankly, wearing my father's appearance as a mask

"Sophie, are you scared of me?"

Micheal:
{BGM: Kiki}

"Sophie, wait up." I cried out while swinging open the gates, probably waking a neighbor or two, I didn't really care all I focused on was stopping Sophie from doing something stupid

I charged through the tombstones, forcing my body to ignore everything else in the way.

Tyler's words of "encouragement" ringing in my head.

"Just think of this as a game, Sure you used 2 of your lives but, you can still beat the game if you try"

Jump. Run. Dodge. Jump. Run. Dodge. Jump. Run. Dodge. Jump. Run. Dodge. Jump. Run. Dodge. Jump. Run. Dodge.

I did all this through this game of death until I reached the spot.

I caught my breath, regretting the fact that I stayed inside for two years eating nearly nothing but junk food.

When I looked up I felt my feet glued to the ground

{BGM:Troubles}
There was a mess of stones, old fake flowers, and broken tombstones spattered on the ground. My heart sunk as I saw no Sophie in sight

"No… Please don't tell me… Please don't let this be like before…" I croaked out

A hole was forming in my stomach causing my body to go limp

Before I can fall to my knees, a gust of wind sped past me before a swarm of hands throw me to the ground

The clip of shoes on pavement woke me up and ridding me of my worst fears

Sophie stood with her head aimed at the sky before I can talk I was yanked off the ground as
she sprung in the as a giant hand was reaching out for us.

We landed by a tree and carries me in a mausoleum as I can hear my breath hitches

Sophie lets me go as I automatically curl up in a ball

WHATTHEFUCK!WHATTHEFUCK!WHATTHEFUCK! was running through my head

"You should've stayed out of this." Sophie said in a stiff, monotoned voice with a glare that pierced holes through me "There's for too much at risk already and you dying is just going mess everything up."

{BGM: Heretics and Dreamers]
I winced back, Sophie had never been this angry at me. Hell, I don't think I ever have seen her angry.

I could sense the panic that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach about to burst, Looking at this clearly, what was I thinking. Was I thinking

I got in crossfires between Sophie and that reaper ghost. I could have been history and that would just make everything start all over

"I-I… I was just trying to help." I blurted out, my volume rising throughout the sentence

"Help! You call running out to a graveyard in the middle of the night and nearly getting killed
help?!" Sophie shouted, deepening her voice

I stepped back, gritting my teeth
"I know this is stupid, I was trying to help to make up for being so cold to you in the past," I muttered

"If you wanted to do that, you should've stayed at home," Sophie said through gritted teeth

I look to the ground, It wasn't even a point to retaliate, I was too exhausted to do such a thing, as my ragged and sweaty figure was evidence of that

This feels less like a 16-year-old boy arguing with his sister and more like someone grounding a misbehaving 6-year-old

I just stood there as the silence begins to engulf us until I feel a hand rest on my shoulder
Sophie's expression softened

"Look… Just go home and watch out for anything ok." Sophie said as her tone returned to normal

I nodded like a child being sent off to their room

I run out the the door before I was pushed on the ground by the door slamming open

{BGM: Malice}

I fell on my back as he stood over me

"Why are you running from me? I'm your father. I'd never hurt you." The ghost said, tilting his head, almost as he had no idea what he doing as he began to stretch across the building

"MICHEAL RUN!" Sophie shout clutching her amulet

I did as I was told, not wanting to start any more unnecessary trouble

I rushed out of the memorial bumping into about everything in my path to whatever exit I can find.

I could finally see the back exit down the hill emerging from the smoke

"Just turn back, you coward"
"How can you turn your back on your own sister"

Before I knew it I was falling down the hill and landed on my knee, causing blood to dye my sweatpants red

Around me all that stood were the rusty old gates as all I could see behind me was the hill, other than that there was was a dead silence

{BGM: Why}
"Goddammit…GODDAMMIT!" I shrieked at the sky as tears flow from my eyes

Sophie could've fought him… She could've been okay… If only I stayed home…If only…

I can just curl up in a ball and die, probably a worthy fate of a miserable piece of shit like me.

The church bell rang waking me up as a hand reaches out for me

"Hey…" Marionette says as she tilted my chin up "…you're going to break your hands if you keep bashing them on the pavement."

She looks down at my pitiful state

Sobbing, tripping over everything, in old pajamas and throwing a fit at 16

"Hop on, I'll carry you home."

{Kage and Asumi are trapped in a garden full of their favorite flowers-}

Asumi:

On my first day of school, Didn't wake up in my bed instead I was laying on some grass wearing my school uniform.
Opening my groggy eyes, There were sunflowers lined up row by row as far as the eye can see. I pulled my body up.
Well, I can't just sit here or I'll be late for school.

Walking along, the soft grass rubbed against my feet as I search for an exit among the endless sunflowers. It's such a shame, this place is very beautiful I would love to visit here another time, especially since their seeds seem perfect for producing kernels. I guess it wouldn't hurt to pick a few…

Kage:

I woke up in the middle of nowhere. Great, if I already haven't been tossed from place to place this was the crowning achievement, If someone was to kidnap me, did they have to go through the effort of putting me in my ichty school uniform. I got up and gazed at the prison.

Well, at least they seem to have taste, There was a black hellebore bush on every corner.

So let me get this straight, someone kidnapped me in the middle of the night, dressed me up and put me in a garden with my favorite flowers. This better not be Kosuke's doing

Well I should getting going. I walked along the dirt before a thorn stabbed me in the foot.

I can't wait to give whoever's behind this a piece of my mind…