No converstaion please
Here are scenarios that you can put your character in:
Your character walks into a bar to find a woman totally naked sitting at the bar. No one is paying her any attention. What does your character do next?”.
“Your character is sitting alone at bench. A car drives slowly by, and something is thrown out of the car. What does your character do next?”
“Your character is alone at night and hears a noise outside. He finds a small kitten sitting on the porch, obviously malnourished. What does your character do with the kitten?”
Please keep it PG.
Please.
I know its hard with the first one but still.
Scene one (Character: Yasmin):
Yasmin was shocked. Not at the fact that the woman was naked, but at how attractive she looked. But it was still rather awkward. She took off her navy blue trench coat and offered it to the woman. "Thanks." she said. "I sort of lost a bet, and the punishment was that I had to take off all my clothes. Don't know why I agreed to it. The name's Carol, and you are?" the brunette asked, wrapping the cost around her slender form. "Yasmin. Yasmin Kingsley." Yasmin stammered. "You know, I could walk you to my place to get something to wear so it's less awkward, if you want. I love just across the street, so it's no trouble." she offered. Carol looked thoughtful for a moment. "Yes, please." she said, finally.
Five minutes later, Yasmin unlocked the door to her flat. "Home sweet home." she said. "Yasmin, you're back! Have you brought a man home?" a voice from the other room asked accusingly. "No Shirley, just this woman." Yasmin replied truthfully. "Aye, you need to keep your eye on men. Load of trouble, they are." the voice, Shirley apparently, replied. "Men aren't where I keep my eye, actually." Yasmin said under her breath. "Come on Carol, my stuff's through here. It might not fit very well, but I hope it'll suffice." Yasmin said, showing Carol to her bedroom.
To be continued…. (Don't worry, there will be no NSFW. I promise.)
(Best I could write for now, I'm in a bit of a rush.)
(I'll finish or at least continue it later.)
Otis walked into a bar. He wasn't drinking age, it was just a slow day, and an old school friend worked there. He was planning to meet his friend there to study and play cards, since nowhere else was open on Labor Day. He stepped in, and slowly backed out when he saw a naked women on a barstool. He was only 14, and asexual, so even though the woman was attractive, it was very awkward. He walked out, thinking to himself nopenopenopenopenope
