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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/8/2017 1:30:02 AM
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[b][u]Writer's Block[/u][/b]
[i]A small township in Illinois[/i]
A writer sat on her bed, Asus tablet in hand, wondering what to type. Or who to reply to.
Cannon wasn't replying in pms, so any alt timeline spin-off Finnarah was at a hault. Royal had no interest nor characters to reply to recent return of a favorite character. Bakon was probably as bored as she was. And the writer was stumped on what to do. She ran through a mental list of characters.
Chase? No, he wandering the forests at the base of the Ollimund Mountains, waiting for literally anyone to help him start a village. Mason? It had been a while. No, that would mean him moping about his dead wife in a post. Mark? Nope. Stranded in a Desert. The chick with a name longer than the equator? Nope. Mia? Nah. Not right now. Maybe... just maybe... Kali?
What would a silent Warlock who loves reading do?
The thought took shape.[spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]
[b][u]A Character Suffering From Writer's Block[/u][/b]
[i]Dojo Library, 02:54[/i]
Kalianna sat in the library, her Raven Sheath helmet rested on the table.
Her soft, pale, periwinkle skin marked her as an Awoken. Her white blonde hair trickled over her face like a stream over rocks, obscuring her face and and violet eyes.
She was staring down at a piece of paper, her head hovering over it, a pencil resting to her left. She heaved a sigh, leaning back, her head moving as her eyes rested in the ceiling. The strands of hair fell away from her face. She looked barely legal. Bags had gathered under her eyes.
Her ghost, that was just as pale and blue as she was, appeared. The Ghost's female voice was loud compared to the silent library, "You can't think of anything, can you?"
The Awoken responded. Her voice as soft as her hair. "No, Hygie," Kali replied. She had grown used to calling her Ghost this. It was much quicker than the long, inconvenient, [i]Hydrangea[/i].
"Well, you like plants, don't you? Write something about plants," Hydrangea suggested.
"Yeah, you try coming up with a plot involving plants," Kali challenged, with some anger.
"You've been at this for 12 hours, give it a rest, Kalianna. Get some sleep."
[i]Sleep.[/i] The word rang through her head. [i]Sleep.[/i]
"No," Kali replied, "Sleep is for the weak."[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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[b]Jokes on you, the writer has a character available thanks to the lack of action on the merc squad! [/b] "Hey!" [i]A man rounded the corner of shelves, coming directly into eyeview of the guardian. He wasn't tall in any sense of the word, but of average height. Standing at 5 feet and something inches, the man had long black hair. His eyes were a dark brown, bordering at the edge of black and he had various weaponry on himself. A sword on his back, underneath which was what looked like a shotgun. [/i] "Shut up." [i]The man spoke with a British accent, and a tone of bother was heard as well. Clearly, he was annoyed at her volume. [/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/8/2017 9:29:58 PMKali sighed, staring down at the paper. She picked up the pencil with her left hand, her dominant hand, and beginning to draw something on the paper.
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[i]Satisfied with the silence, the man calmly walked over and pulled out a chair, sitting down across from the woman. He picked a book up off of the table, fake reading it, while in reality he watched her work. [/i]
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She was just drawing. The strokes of her pencil were well placed and careful.
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[i]He leaned forward slightly, trying to take a look at what she was drawing on the paper. [/i]
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He saw two lines, parralell to each other. She was drawing a another like intersecting and connecting the two paralell lines. Kali looked up, dropping the pencil, and made a waving motion with her right hand, whispering, "Shoo."
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"I'm allowed to sit here, Missy." [i]The man said with a fake cowboy accent, leaning back into the seat and making himself comfortable. [/i]
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Her shyness really began to set in. She wanted to move, but she couldn't because she was too tired to stand. Kali continued to sketch whatever she was drawing. It looked like a large sqaure that took up most if paper. As she added more lines, it began to look more lika cube.
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"So..." [i]He said in a casual manner, reverting back to his British accent. [/i]. "Whatcha drawing?"[i] He asked, keeping his focus on the book. [/i]
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She finished drawing the cube, writing int its largest face. Kali passed the piece of paper to him, putting her elbows on the table and her face in her hands.
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[i]Carefully handling the piece of paper, he made sure not to smudge it as he took a closer look at it. [/i]
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It was a cube wuth the word [i]writer[/i] written in it.
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"An abstract image?" [i]The man asked, a smile forming on his lips. [/i] "The word writer is trapped in the box, and feels as though there is nothing to do."
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She wrote on the paper, [i]writer's block.[/i]
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"I like my idea more so than what you just wrote down, If I may speak honestly."
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She rolled her eyes.
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"I only speak honestly." The man shrugged his shoulders, leaning back into the chair
