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baaa. snagged from everyone and your mom.

Most of you on my flist don't really know my original characters personally. Small wonder, I don't really write much for them beyond RPing, though I really should. To remedy this to some small degree and give you a small introduction to the madness, I propose this:

Give me a bit of inspiration. A picture, a poem, a summary of a story, some words you'd like it themed on, etc. I'll write for the character you specify or the character I want to write for. It doesn't matter. No word limit, no nothing. I'll also include a bit of backstory if it's needed, or even link you to their 20 facts post, if they have one.

All my characters are listed here, I'd rather my originals got the prompts, but you're free to attack my fandom characters too, if you wish. XD

EDIT; made it public because I'm a whore for comments.



resolutionremix

James Weyde Malcolm	sixfloorsdown	[one+two]
Kenneth Wong	failthesetrials	[one+two+three]
Leila Evans	upwardstruggle	[one+two+three]
Haruka Ishida	burstlight	[one+two+three+four]
Amaryllis Reynolds	whileshesings	[one]
Jane Brown	nohonesty	[one+two+three]
Ariela Sophia Belini	littledefects	[one+two+three]

worldresolution

Oliver Malcolm	seun	[one+two]
Victoria Reynolds	papermagic	[one+two+three]
Ba Lin Yao	bousek	[one]
Wynnifred Meadows	soulsastray	[one

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Ria

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Making cranes had always been a talent of hers. It wasn't particularly wiccan, but she'd learned to make them when she was young, and she just kept at it. Folding the small paper birds became somewhat of a nervous hobby.

She'd folded one dozen the night before she'd left for New York

two dozen the night the choice was solidified

one exactly every time her mind wandered and she realized she was thinking of someone she had no business thinking of in that way.

one hundred the night after they found Elian's body.

She'd always fly them out the windows, send them sailing on their way, because she couldn't keep so many paper cranes around.

She always kept one, though. One that she left behind, after picking through the rubble and destruction of New York.

She left it where her friends were buried, or at least those who had had a chance to be buried. One was across the sea, the other... well, she didn't know where Ris was now, and she didn't have time to try and find her.

But that one crane, that was the first crane she'd made when she dared to hope that there was a chance for this ruined city.