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The First Meeting Meme
Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others. Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met. If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme.
03. Tag around! Don’t just throw your characters in the meme, and make no effort to play with others. Remember, this is meme is for interacting with new muses, not canonmates.
04. Have fun!
Prompts:
01. At A Bar: You’re out with your friends, or maybe by yourself, and someone catches your eye. Don’t be shy! Go say hi, or give them a cheesy pickup line.
02. Grocery Store: Maybe the both of you are eying the same frozen dinner, or maybe you’re both grabbing for the same apple. Whatever the case, chat them up!
03. Laundromat: Whoops! Did you just drop your panties/boxers on the floor? Don’t worry! There’s a friendly stranger there to help you pick them up, or maybe just look awkward and blush a lot.
04. Blind Date: Your friend thinks you need a life so they’ve set you up on a date!
05. A Long Line: Both of you are stuck next to each other in a long line. Strike up a conversation!
06. Work: Maybe your cubicles are next to each other’s, or maybe you work in the same building. Or, maybe you’re a delivery person, delivering something to the other person.
07. Public Transportation: Subway, bus, train, airplane. Whatever the case, you’re now sitting next to this person.
08. Jail: You’ve both been put in the same cell (let’s just pretend there are coed cells), and now you have nothing but time to chat.
09. School: Are you both lost and anxious on your first day of high school together? A kindhearted upperclassman showing the transfer student around? Stuck in detention together? Nowhere else to sit during lunch break?
10. Fan gathering: Is one of you a superstar and the other a fan, finally getting to meet their idol? Are you both fans meeting through your shared interest, or fighting over the chance to get an autograph?
11. Someplace fun!: Did you lose your friends at the zoo? Date ran ahead of you at the amusement park? Do you make a habit of going to the movies alone, except today there's someone irritatingly chatty besides you?
12. Battle: Are you a magical girl and a jedi, having somehow found yourself fighting back to back against a common enemy? Are you a hero rescuing an innocent passerby? Are you the villain that must be stopped at all costs?
13: Stuck: You're seeking shelter from the rain, the elevator got stuck with the two of you in it, the lock on the door broke when you both just happened to be in the room...
14. Wildcard: Whatever your heart desires!
10?
One might think she's not interested in the proceedings, except the next morning she's there again, bright and early and all by herself. Still carrying her book, she sits at a table having cocoa and a doughnut, ostensibly waiting for one of the panels to start.]
Works for me!
But this convention was a one for writers. No cosplay, no fangirl squeeling, no homoerotic panels, no ghosts, nothing but learning how to write better from those who made a living off of it. Prophet or not, Winchester gospels or not... Well, Chuck doesn't really consider himself a good writer. He knows he needs all the help he can get. That's why he's here.
He'd seen the blonde in the clique of teens the other day. He hadn't thought much about her at the time, but he catches sight of her again the next day, sitting alone waiting for a panel to start. He walks up to her, cup of coffee in his hand and gives her a smile.]
Is, uh, this seat taken?
yay!
The jury's still out.
She eyes the strange man skeptically when he first approaches, but after a moment she returns the smile, just a tad uncertain, in the way only a teenager can be.] Nah. My brother's supposed to meet me later, but probably not until after lunch. Help yourself.
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[He might have a beard, but that doesn't mean he's creepy or anything. If he was, he certainly wouldn't be here, of all possible places. Besides, some of the legitimately, actually published authors kind of... intimidate him, just a little.
He takes the seat next to her, placing his cup of coffee down on that table and offers his hand to her.] Carver Edlund. [He's honestly not trying to name drop or anything, because he seriously doubts anyone in this convention knows who he is. But it is his pen name, so it's the name he's going to use while he's here.]
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She pushes her journal out of the way to give him room for his coffee and reaches back to shake his hand. Hers are tiny, but her grip is surprisingly strong. Dark blue eyes study him shrewdly, but her smile is a bit more relaxed now.] Courtney Crumrin. Hi! I'm mostly here for the poetry panel, but there's nothing better going on in this town anyway, so I figured I'd stick out the day.
[When she lets go to go back to her cocoa, she looks thoughtful.] I know that name, though. [Clearly not well enough to place him instantly, but she's trying to figure it out now.]
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Poetry, huh? [He chuckles.] I'm no good a poetry. [He can barely string together a sentence at times, let alone finding the right words that rhyme and fit to meter and still projecting the meaning you want to give across. He has a definite appreciation for people who can.]
I, uh... wrote the Supernatural books? [It's definitely more of a question than an answer.]
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...Oh. Oh! Now she recognizes his name. Her eyes widen briefly, and then she breaks into a small, sheepish grin.] That explains it. My brother's gonna be jealous. He has the whole set, I think. You won't get made if I say I only read one, right?
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Do you like it? [Because, in the end, that's the only thing that really matters. If she doesn't like what she's doing, the why would she be doing it at all?] I mean, if you're not good at it, you can always get better, you know?
[Chuck relaxes just a little bit when it turns out that she isn't the fan. He doesn't know what he would have done if he turned out to be another Becky.] Oh, no, no. [His lips quirk upwards.] Definitely not.
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[She picks at a threadbare spot on the corner of her journal, frowning.] It's like, people don't usually listen to me, and poems are a way to make them hear. But when they hear, they get to judge, and it makes me feel...exposed.
[She shakes her head. She's only fourteen; she's not supposed to have this crap figured out yet.] But anyway. Yeah, I read 'Heart' and I ended up feeling really sad for Madison, so I kinda didn't pick up any of the others.
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But writing was a very personal thing. Poems especially.] Yeah. I get it. [He really does.
He gives a small grimace upon hearing which one she's read.] Oh. Yeah. They're, uh... They're not all that sad.
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[Less chance of being laughed at that way.
She tilts her head at him thoughtfully.] Well...one thing I did like though. She was a person. I read a lot of fantasy and horror books; they're kind of my favorite genre? Only so many of them just have monsters that start as bad and end as bad, and there's never any in-between. Real life isn't like that. Even monsters have histories and families, and the best ones do bad things because they think they're doing the right thing.
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Just, uh. Don't give it up, I guess. I mean, practice makes perfect, right? [It's cliched advice, but true nonetheless. If she enjoys it and wants to get better, the best thing she can do is not give up.
But then his smile turns slightly forced. He's glad that she enjoyed certain aspects of his books, he really is! But... he feels guilty making excuses and taking the credit for making her up. She had been a completely real person, after all. He hadn't known it at the time, but that didn't make it any less true. But then again... he can't go around admitting he was writing about real people either.]
Yeah, I... try to make my characters as life like as possible. I mean, something has to be realistic in Supernatural, you know?
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Then she smiles faintly and pulls her journal closer, opening it and flipping through pages.] My uncle told me a story about werewolves once. When he was still alive. Wanna see?
[The page she's opened to has a rough, childlike sketch of a wolf amid the scribbles, and a pair of sad dark eyes drawn in the margin.]
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Oh, uh, sure, yeah. [He gives her a sympathetic smile as he leans in a bit closer to her. Not enough to be in her personal space, but just enough to see the notebook. His eyes are automatically drawn to the sketch and scribbles, and he points them out.] Did you draw those?
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She pushes the book closer. The writing at the top of the page says 'The Fire-Thief's Tale'.] Yeah, I drew 'em. I'm not much of an artist either, though. That's Jan. [She points at the eyes, pronouncing the name 'Yahn'.]
Dunno where he is now, either.
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He looks closer at the drawings when she pushes the journal close.] No, no, they're... good. [He means it too. He's seen all kinds of beautiful artwork in his life, but there's nothing like the potential of an artist who's just starting out.] It's, uh. Better than what I could do, at least.
Oh, is Jan a friend of yours?
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Mm. Thanks? They're just doodles. [She looks at the page.] Sort of. I met him when my uncle took me to Hungary to meet a friend of his. Jan was romani. His whole clan was camped near where we were staying. My uncle's friend had a daughter about the same age as Jan, and they had a thing. I really wanted it to work out for them. She kinda broke his heart.
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Oh. [That certainly wasn't the story it was expecting. It kind of reminds him of Becky, in a way. Not in the way that he broke her heart, because when they had broken up, Becky had just seen it as a chance to woo over Sam again, but... still.] I broke up with my girlfriend not too long ago either.
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I'm sorry. About your girlfriend. If that's the right thing to say? [She's never had one; she wouldn't know.]
Maggie--the girl that broke up with him--was actually engaged to someone else. But that guy was a total jerk. In the end, she didn't really stick with either of them. I was...upset at the time. But now...I don't know. Maybe she did what was right for her.
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He gives her a sad grin and shakes his head.] Yeah, no, it's... I didn't want to, but there were... [The Apocalypse.] ...reasons why I had to.
[He gives a shrug.] Maybe she did. And, uh, who knows? Maybe her and Jan are together now? I mean, they're both missing, right? Maybe they're missing... you know, together?
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Actually, I hadn't thought of that, but I guess she could have tracked him down, if she decided she wanted to. [That seems to cheer her up a little, but clearly it's time for a change of topic.]
So, the things you write about. Did you ever see any? Werewolves or vampires, I mean? Or ghosts.
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[He's definitely glad he could cheer her up, even if it was with a prospect of maybe. But then she changes the subject, and he can feel any since of cheer fading away from him. He knows that, in every day life, there are people that believe in ghosts and vampires and werewolves and the supernatural who haven't actually seen them. He wonders if Courtney actually has.]
Oh, no. I haven't seen anything myself. But, I know friends who have. [If he could call Sam and Dean friends and not just those people I have visions about.] Why? Have you?
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His willingness to admit there are weird things out there perks her up further, though. She's seen a lot more of the supernatural world than is normal, even for a witch.] Yeah. I have, actually. Jan was a werewolf. Only he never lost control of himself like in stories. Maybe there are different kinds.
Also, vampires and goblins. But I'd be fine with never meeting a vampire again. [She frowns and makes an awkward little movement of her head, like the thought literally makes her neck itch or hurt.]
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[Not that he's trying to say werewolves aren't real. Just that Sam and Dean never run into the ones who are good. Well, except for...]
I do know that there are vampires that don't drink human blood. I mean, they drink cattle blood, but, uh. It actually works.
[Apparently.]
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You know, there are a lot of crazy things out there, but sometimes I still think everyday humans are the weirdest.
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