aha! got your attention, eh?
Extra stuff is entirely up to you – maybe we have kids? I don’t care, you do you.
I’m going to set up two ideas. My internet is fucking soaring today so there’s no lag so I double feel like writing this shit out. My character description is in every option. There are two. So I hope you can find one that you like. I will only do certain ones with men and I will put the eligible genders next to the prompts. Hope you find one you like!
We do not start out married in both of these, but if you would like to skip right to the early morning kisses on the nose then just let me know. Or maybe you want our characters to meet first before jumping into the marital bliss. Just let me know. We’re both meant to enjoy this. I am comfortable with first or third person.
Eve Galloway – the free spirit art teacher
[Men and Women] You still got questions to this day about how you and your wife, Eve, had met. While you, a generally reserved and just a bit of an asshole where it counted were content with your privacy, she was different. Eve was a 5’6 woman with even brown skin, big brown eyes, and a smile that never missed a day. You had always known her to be quite optimistic, but not overly so to the point of irritation. You had actually met her during the throes of a nasty divorce, your business made public since being a [occupation of your choice] left you in the public eye a lot.
Your ex-wife had destroyed a pretty nice fucking piece of art to spite you, only to ironically call you drunk the next day looking for a second chance. What a train wreck she had been. It was your fault for having a thing for women like her. Regardless, you had looked up artists in the area for a lower price to have it redone once the divorce had been finalized and you could finally breathe and get everything together. Given the shit with the divorce, you didn’t exactly have money to throw at some college trained artist. Two days and four pages of Google later, and you found a woman not far and actually in town who taught an art class but also took commissions.
The phone number on the offer was outdated and disconnected, so you opt to head down and ask in person. Opening Scene:
Particularly grumpy after receiving another drunk call from your ex-wife, you walked into the community center where the classes were being taught, walking down the hall to the classroom and entering to a room of roughly 12 people painting on their own canvas, either standing or sitting. A woman, walking barefoot on the tarp draped floor in a white tank top, colorful kimono jacket, and rolled up jean, walks through and around, speaking with the soundtrack of low playing music in the background akin to lo-fi.
“Let yourselves explore today’s theme! What does ‘calm’ mean to you? Maybe calm for you is chaos for someone else. Paint at will!” She turns, locking eyes with you and giving a smile, coming forward, “Hello! Do we have a new student?!” She takes your right hand, shaking it with both of hers, “Eve Galloway. Take a seat anywhere and I’ll help you get started!”
(You can start off being a little mean. Maybe you don’t like me right away. Or maybe you don’t know how to react to someone like Eve. Go at this how you want. The plot here would be you dealing with your ex-wife who is actively trying to make your life hell and me going through it with an ex of my own. And then just building from there.)
2ND OPTION
Tommie Price – the laidback single mother
[Women] (You can be gay or bisexual, don’t care. But this is a cheating to marriage thing.) You were the picture perfect suburban couple. Successful husband, beautiful son/daughter, and the envy of your husband’s friends’ wives – your major friend group that congregated on weekends to drink mimosas on your patio and chat. Your life was…perfect? Objectively, it seemed to be so, but you did not feel that happiness that your mother had sword would come with being financially taken care of. You ‘loved’ your husband, but you couldn’t definitively see the distinction between the love you had for him, and the love you might have for say, a good friend who often left you waiting up for them at night while they went about doing what they wanted while expecting you to stay in and maintain the house and pay the bills.
Alright, maybe you were a little resentful about how quickly your life had become bland. Nothing excited you much anymore. The only upside to everything being your child that you loved dearly. Opening Scene:
You strode down the empty hall of the middle school, heading towards the office to pick up your child for a doctor’s appointment in an hour. You could’ve come later but what kid didn’t enjoy being pulled out of school early? When you reach the office, you’re surprised to see a young boy of Asian descent rubbing his scathed arm, clothes and hair matted with dirt and grass as he wait quietly.
‘Someone’s in trouble,’ you think before requesting your child, sitting down one seat away from the boy, waiting patiently for them to finish up what they were doing to send someone down to get your child. It’s a firm five minutes before the door of the office opens again, and you turn thinking it’s your child. When you look, it is not them, but something different that catches your eye.
She’s 5’6, even brown skin, piercing brown eyes, and a mop of tight curled white(?) hair that she has up in a messy bun, one earbud sticking out of one ear while the other dangled. A black long sleeve shirt with thumb holes with a forest green bomber jacket, fitted dark gray jeans that were rolled up at the ankles, and a pair of black slip ons. Her fingers are laced in a set of silver rings, almond nails painted a matte lavender color.
The young Asian boy sitting next to you looks up at the woman, the both of them sharing a look before the woman cracks a small smile, the boy chuckling in his hand as she approached an exasperated looking receptionist who utters, “The principal will be out shortly. This is the second fight this month, Ms. Price.”
The woman who you had never seen around here before shrugs, giving the woman an easy smile, “I’m sure Linda and I can work something out. And I’ll talk to him.” She turns on a heel, her eyes locking with yours in what seems like a mutual evaluation before taking the seat between you and who you were starting to realize was likely her adopted son. The boy looks up at this Ms. Price, giving a sheepish smile, “It’s not my fault this time, I swear.”
She rolls her eyes, turning towards you with a bit of a slouch, nudging your shoulder gently, “You here to make sure your kid doesn’t get suspended too?”
(You can be amused, a bit snobby if you want, or whatever. I just set up the scene. This is your character. Do you.)
These are just two, I’ll probably make another post with two different women. Can’t wait to hear from you! Please send your character name and their description and then continue.
Submitted December 09, 2019 at 04:08AM by french_preta https://ift.tt/2PuAh2F
No comments:
Post a Comment