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Drama/Mystery, set in Memphis, since we all know it. Each of us can create one character that will be our own main character, and as main supporting characters as you want, which we all can control during our turn. Just try to make the story make sense! The first time your turn comes up, make up your main character and give all of the particulars. Then we can start the story next turn. Otherwise, lol, do anything you want to do! |
| Well, I guess I may as well write something. No critism allowed! lol Character: Daniel Robert Weber Hunton Birthdate: November 4, 1984 Height: 5' 5" Weight: 150 lbs. Race: white Hair color: black Eye color: light brown Schooling: some college, not currently in school Mission in Life: To write the greatest work since Milton's Paradise Lost. He's not working on it. Daniel is living in an two bedroom apartment with three roommates. He works at a Chic-Fil-A in Hickory Ridge Mall and spends most of his off time in the mall as well. He has little contact with his adoptive parents or his big brother. His favorite activities are reading, writing, and drinking coffee, all of which while smoking. |
| Daniel woke up with the determination that "today would be the day." He swung his legs out of bed and straight into a pile of grungy laundry. His purpose cracked as he considered the necessity of dragging several loads of T-shirts and jeans down several floors to the basement laundry room and then sitting around waiting for them. Wearing any of them to work tomorrow was not an option; his boss had made that clear. He grabbed the "cleaner" pair of jeans from over the bedroom door and shuffled into the kitchen. Bill was there, looking dog-tired as usual and cradling a cup of coffee in his permently dirty hands. He worked night-shift at Fed-Ex, and he and Daniel had agreed early on that if Daniel didn't say anything to Bill in the morning, Bill would make enough coffee for both of them. Daniel rinsed out a mug from the sink and filled it, grabbed a trash bag and headed back to his room. He decided he didn't have to give up on his day's plans. While he waited on his clothes he could write down any ideas he got, and read a book for inspiration. Then afterwards maybe he could start some actual writing. He stuffed his clothes into the trash bag, grabbed his stash of coins and his notebook, and stared thoughtfully at his pile of books. For inspiration he needed.......Keats. He tucked it under his arm and dragged everything into the hall. There was no way he could carry his books, coins, coffee, and huge garbage bag, so checking for people coming up, he kicked the bag down the steps. |
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