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recolle2017-10-24 10:03 pm
mr_fancy_car) wrote in recolle2017-10-24 10:03 pm
I ain't afraid of no ghost [open]
WHO: Miles Edgeworth and YOU!
WHERE: Around, in Recolle High, and IN YOUR DREAMS
WHEN: All throughout this month.
WHAT: Miles practices ice skating, runs into some serious fog and uh dreams creepy dreams.
WARNINGS: Things that go bump in the night for the dream prompt and possibly violence. Yay violence?
PROMPT A: SOMETHING SOMETHING BORN TO MAKE HISTORY
[Miles is at the rink, clad in sweatpants and this shirt and skating to this tune. Although he's considerate enough to tone down the volume some, you can still hear it if you're close enough or if you pass (or skate) by him. You may have seen him very briefly on TV sometimes, or at Recolle High where he teaches when he's not skating, or even around town walking his dogs (we'll get to those later), and in any case, he's spinning, gliding and in the middle of a routine -
And then he trips.
Or he runs into the side of the rink accidentally.
Either way, he falls rather ungracefully.]
Oof!
[Look, he just has a lot on his mind, okay...like the freaky dreams everyone's talking about. Perhaps he didn't get enough sleep today, too.]
PROMPT B: BUT THE TIGERS COME AT NIGHT
[And there are nights when the dreams come. Miles is at the Recolle High gym supervising a bunch of students playing basketball, arms folded across his arms.
When one student slips on the floor, he hurriedly rushes over to him. Though the students have faces and distinct features, they seem to be...completely random and don't resemble anyone in Recolle at all.]
Are you all right?
[But as Miles reaches out to help up the poor hapless student, the said student suddenly morphs, growing horns, fangs, and claws. It emits a feral roar, and suddenly all the other children in the gym begin turning into different kinds of monsters. Chimeras, goblins, ghosts, all of them grotesque and surging after their teacher, who breaks into a run over a floor that is already becoming slick as ice...
What's worse, some of the monsters are hurling razor-sharp cards at him with bloody red F's on them. You might want to get out of the way if you're not going to help poor Miles.]
PROMPT C: FOGGED DOWN
[One moment Miles was walking home from ice skating practice...and the next moment? He is in this sinister-looking hallway. There's mirrors and broken glass and other debris strewn all over the floor everywhere, and the only sources of light are the eerie flickering lanterns. It's quiet, too quiet.
There is also the ominous feeling of being watched that causes the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.]
What the - w-who's there?
[Miles whips around...to find you. Hello.]
PROMPT D: D IS FOR DARN IT IT'S BEDTIME SO HAVE A WILDCARD
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WHERE: Around, in Recolle High, and IN YOUR DREAMS
WHEN: All throughout this month.
WHAT: Miles practices ice skating, runs into some serious fog and uh dreams creepy dreams.
WARNINGS: Things that go bump in the night for the dream prompt and possibly violence. Yay violence?
PROMPT A: SOMETHING SOMETHING BORN TO MAKE HISTORY
[Miles is at the rink, clad in sweatpants and this shirt and skating to this tune. Although he's considerate enough to tone down the volume some, you can still hear it if you're close enough or if you pass (or skate) by him. You may have seen him very briefly on TV sometimes, or at Recolle High where he teaches when he's not skating, or even around town walking his dogs (we'll get to those later), and in any case, he's spinning, gliding and in the middle of a routine -
And then he trips.
Or he runs into the side of the rink accidentally.
Either way, he falls rather ungracefully.]
Oof!
[Look, he just has a lot on his mind, okay...like the freaky dreams everyone's talking about. Perhaps he didn't get enough sleep today, too.]
PROMPT B: BUT THE TIGERS COME AT NIGHT
[And there are nights when the dreams come. Miles is at the Recolle High gym supervising a bunch of students playing basketball, arms folded across his arms.
When one student slips on the floor, he hurriedly rushes over to him. Though the students have faces and distinct features, they seem to be...completely random and don't resemble anyone in Recolle at all.]
Are you all right?
[But as Miles reaches out to help up the poor hapless student, the said student suddenly morphs, growing horns, fangs, and claws. It emits a feral roar, and suddenly all the other children in the gym begin turning into different kinds of monsters. Chimeras, goblins, ghosts, all of them grotesque and surging after their teacher, who breaks into a run over a floor that is already becoming slick as ice...
What's worse, some of the monsters are hurling razor-sharp cards at him with bloody red F's on them. You might want to get out of the way if you're not going to help poor Miles.]
PROMPT C: FOGGED DOWN
[One moment Miles was walking home from ice skating practice...and the next moment? He is in this sinister-looking hallway. There's mirrors and broken glass and other debris strewn all over the floor everywhere, and the only sources of light are the eerie flickering lanterns. It's quiet, too quiet.
There is also the ominous feeling of being watched that causes the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.]
What the - w-who's there?
[Miles whips around...to find you. Hello.]
PROMPT D: D IS FOR DARN IT IT'S BEDTIME SO HAVE A WILDCARD
[Hit me up here or on
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Is she doing it right? ]
why
That...that wasn't part of the routine.
[For a moment he just stays where he is, mentally berating himself for his mistake.]
Sakura is pure ok
But it looked so convincingly done... I thought you would twirl up or something. Like whoooo~sh!
TOO PURE
I don't think the judges would be convinced that that was a move.
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[ Sakura then switches over to looking very concerned. ]
I don't know much about figure skating, I just think everyone looks pretty and you all go whoo~sh.
[ She says, making a gliding motion with her hands. ]
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It takes a lot of practice to be able to go "whoosh" like you said. It's a lot easier said than done.
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[ Sakura makes her way down closer to the rink edge where Miles has his stuff, his speakers and what seems to be a small video camera. He really is trying to up his game... that's dedication. ]
... To my untrained eye anyway.
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Thank you. [He mops up his face with a burgundy-colored hand towel.] I wouldn't say your eye is untrained, considering you've watched me a few times.
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[ She twirls in place with her arms outstretched, as if imitating a quad. ]
The thing!
[ And then she imitates a step sequence, shimmying across the bleacher partially and then back. ]
Like that!
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Why don't you take lessons? I can refer you to an instructor.