It seems a little daunting, but rest assured, you probably won’t be asked for all 100!
Get a word from the list in the ask box, write what you want—a short scene, something the character would say in response to that word, whatever! It’s up to you.
Try to have fun with it, let’s see what you can do!
Jack: ..Well fuck you! Fuck. You. -grits his teeth a bit, thinking- … -steps toward her again- I was gonna.. Do something later but.. -takes a rose from out of his cloak, then holds it out to her- ..It’s part of the uniform. -is joking but looks super serious-
Leanne: *blinks and steps back, not sure about what he’s doing, and almost reaches out to grab and pin him, but.. stops when he presents the flower to her* Um- what are you-..*takes the rose and blushes lightly, snorting at the joke, but looking rather confused* …; Er-thank you.
AnonymousJack: What the fuck kind of question is this I mean seriously. Is there anyone ass I don’t want to kick, that would be the right question.
Angela: Oh! Battling is just great fun~ I wouldn’t back down from any challenge, really~ There’s not really anyone in particular I’d like to fight, though. :)
In celebration of http://sxlsns.tumblr.com/ (something everyone should go follow), let’s do a reblog and find out everyone’s ships for our characters.
Basically reblog & reap the ships people…
Randy goes to answer the door, looking run down and tired, nothing like his usual self. He is sad, but unlike every other time he was sad, the boy didn’t even bother to try to hide it.
Why should he try?
He was devastated. Ulrich had warned him to stay away. But he had ignored the warnings, foolishly thinking that he could change the Rocket. Change the man and make him happy.
So Randy had put his trust into Jack, hoping he’d get Jack’s trust in return. But he didn’t. What he got in return had been a chloroform rag.
That had hurt.
So he opened the door.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Go away, Jack..!” Randy sobbed, starting to close the door. “Leave me alone!”
Before Randy could shut the door, Jack had shoved his foot between it and the door frame, a slightly irritated look on his face. “No.” he growled, easily shoving the door open and allowing himself inside.
As he walked toward the boy, Jack shut the door behind him. Randy was quickly cornered up against the wall.
“You get my roses?” he asked, glancing over at the desk, Jack answered his own question. But he also saw another bouquet of flowers. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his gaze back to Randy. He didn’t mention the other flowers. There was no point in asking about them.An unreadable expression was on the man’s face as he gazed at the smaller boy, violet eyes staring intensely into pink. He was nearly toe-to-toe with the boy, his face inches away from Randy’s.
Jack wasn’t.. Entirely sure what to say, really. What after all that had happened and all. He brought his hand up, fingers gently tracing along Randy’s cheek. “Do you know what white roses symbolize..?” he muttered, not meeting the boy’s gaze.
Randy goes to answer the door, looking run down and tired, nothing like his usual self. He is sad, but unlike every other time he was sad, the boy didn’t even bother to try to hide it.
Why should he try?
He was devastated. Ulrich had warned him to stay away. But he had ignored the warnings, foolishly thinking that he could change the Rocket. Change the man and make him happy.
So Randy had put his trust into Jack, hoping he’d get Jack’s trust in return. But he didn’t. What he got in return had been a chloroform rag.
That had hurt.
So he opened the door.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Go away, Jack..!” Randy sobbed, starting to close the door. “Leave me alone!”
Before Randy could shut the door, Jack had shoved his foot between it and the door frame, a slightly irritated look on his face. “No.” he growled, easily shoving the door open and allowing himself inside.
As he walked toward the boy, Jack shut the door behind him. Randy was quickly cornered up against the wall.
“You get my roses?” he asked, glancing over at the desk, Jack answered his own question. But he also saw another bouquet of flowers. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his gaze back to Randy. He didn’t mention the other flowers. There was no point in asking about them.An unreadable expression was on the man’s face as he gazed at the smaller boy, violet eyes staring intensely into pink. He was nearly toe-to-toe with the boy, his face inches away from Randy’s.
Jack wasn’t.. Entirely sure what to say, really. What after all that had happened and all. He brought his hand up, fingers gently tracing along Randy’s cheek. “Do you know what white roses symbolize..?” he muttered, not meeting the boy’s gaze.
Jack: Because you’re infuriating.Not a good reason to hate me :c
Jack: Bleh. I don’t.. hate you. I just.. hate you. You wouldn’t understand. :|
Randy goes to answer the door, looking run down and tired, nothing like his usual self. He is sad, but unlike every other time he was sad, the boy didn’t even bother to try to hide it.
Why should he try?
He was devastated. Ulrich had warned him to stay away. But he had ignored the warnings, foolishly thinking that he could change the Rocket. Change the man and make him happy.
So Randy had put his trust into Jack, hoping he’d get Jack’s trust in return. But he didn’t. What he got in return had been a chloroform rag.
That had hurt.
So he opened the door.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Go away, Jack..!” Randy sobbed, starting to close the door. “Leave me alone!”
Before Randy could shut the door, Jack had shoved his foot between it and the door frame, a slightly irritated look on his face. “No.” he growled, easily shoving the door open and allowing himself inside.
As he walked toward the boy, Jack shut the door behind him. Randy was quickly cornered up against the wall.
“You get my roses?” he asked, glancing over at the desk, Jack answered his own question. But he also saw another bouquet of flowers. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his gaze back to Randy. He didn’t mention the other flowers. There was no point in asking about them.An unreadable expression was on the man’s face as he gazed at the smaller boy, violet eyes staring intensely into pink. He was nearly toe-to-toe with the boy, his face inches away from Randy’s.
Jack wasn’t.. Entirely sure what to say, really. What after all that had happened and all. He brought his hand up, fingers gently tracing along Randy’s cheek. “Do you know what white roses symbolize..?” he muttered, not meeting the boy’s gaze.
Randy goes to answer the door, looking run down and tired, nothing like his usual self. He is sad, but unlike every other time he was sad, the boy didn’t even bother to try to hide it.
Why should he try?
He was devastated. Ulrich had warned him to stay away. But he had ignored the warnings, foolishly thinking that he could change the Rocket. Change the man and make him happy.
So Randy had put his trust into Jack, hoping he’d get Jack’s trust in return. But he didn’t. What he got in return had been a chloroform rag.
That had hurt.
So he opened the door.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Go away, Jack..!” Randy sobbed, starting to close the door. “Leave me alone!”
Before Randy could shut the door, Jack had shoved his foot between it and the door frame, a slightly irritated look on his face. “No.” he growled, easily shoving the door open and allowing himself inside.
As he walked toward the boy, Jack shut the door behind him. Randy was quickly cornered up against the wall.
“You get my roses?” he asked, glancing over at the desk, Jack answered his own question. But he also saw another bouquet of flowers. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his gaze back to Randy. He didn’t mention the other flowers. There was no point in asking about them.An unreadable expression was on the man’s face as he gazed at the smaller boy, violet eyes staring intensely into pink. He was nearly toe-to-toe with the boy, his face inches away from Randy’s.
Jack wasn’t.. Entirely sure what to say, really. What after all that had happened and all. He brought his hand up, fingers gently tracing along Randy’s cheek. “Do you know what white roses symbolize..?” he muttered, not meeting the boy’s gaze.
