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adddictions2010-04-30 10:33 pm
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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.
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ONE. [chibified]
He jumps down from the top platform, ignoring the fireman's pole, ducks under the slippery-slide and peers around the noughts-and-crosses to find a little blonde girl sitting in the woodchip with her elbows scraped, her skirts ripped, a bruise on her cheek and her knees pulled up to her chest.
He's not really thinking very much (Don't talk to any strangers, at all! Are you listening to me?!) when he kneels down and asks gently, "What's wrong?"
The girl jumps and recoils so quickly that she hits her head on the metal structure behind her. Allelujah cringes and crawls forward a little to check if she's alright, but she scurries away again, pinning him with wide, tear-filled eyes with her hands clutching the top of her head.
The first thing he thinks is that her eyes are a very pretty colour.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asks, once she's calmed down a little. She nods and sniffs again, and he smiles. "That's good. What's your name?"
She flinches, and Allelujah doesn't understand why until she leans forward and starts writing letters carefully into the dirt.
"You... can't speak?"
She leans back and shakes her head sadly, eyes on the ground and hands gripping the skirts of her frilly dress white-knuckled.
N I L L
"Nill..." Whatever reaction Nill is expecting from Allelujah, it's certainly not a good-natured laugh, and she curls in on herself again, surprised. "It's nice. I'm Allelujah! It's nice to meet you, Nill."
It seems to be a long wait, but finally, she smiles nervously and nods.
That's more than good enough for Allelujah, and he grins. "My other friends are really slow. Do you want to play?"
He's not sure if she'll want to (because that's what those injuries are from, right?) but there's no pause this time before she nods again. Allelujah scrambles to his feet excitedly before she can even begin to stand, but he hits his head on the low metal platform and crumples right back down to his knees again - so they spend the next fifteen minutes doing close to nothing, with Nill fretting over Allelujah, and Allelujah trying miserably to walk straight, before Hallelujah and Marie finally show up.
TWO. [cyberpunk]
"Say no more, my good sir! What you're looking for should be right over there!"
A robot.
After months and months of constantly explaining that he was never going to buy one, Allelujah was buying a robot.
It wasn't that he didn't like them, or that he opposed the idea of them like all of those protestors - it was just that it seemed odd to buy something to work for him that seemed so close to human. Especially with the new reaction programs, and the randomised or customisable personalities; they acted more like people than ever.
He didn't need one, either. Sure, his job took up a lot of time and energy, and it was getting to the point lately that he didn't have time to cook, or clean, or shop, but he was doing just fine. In fact, he was only buying one because his parents had sent him a small fortune with the demand that he buy one for himself; he couldn't really send it back, and if he didn't spend it on what they'd given it to him for, it was kind of like stealing...
So he gave up, and decided to buy one.
He wasn't really sure how to pick one, though. All he needed it for was basic chores, and there were a lot of programming or physical alterations, but--
... But he'd never seen one with wings before.
A female model, blonde and slim and dancer-like, with a small pair of white, feathery wings extending from her shoulder blades. Allelujah paused in his browsing, reached out and touched its fingertips lightly.
Its eyes fluttered open, systems booted by the contact, and the robot's first reaction was not to smile sweetly, or ask what he wished of it, like he was sure any other robot in the line would do; instead, it recoiled shyly, eyes flitting about nervously. Its wings fluttered behind it, he noticed.
"It's alright," he assured it - her. He couldn't think of her as anything less than any living creature. She was... "You're perfect," he said, awed, and she shook her head, smiled sadly and tapped her throat with a finger.
Allelujah blinked. "No vocal machinery?"
The salesman, obviously having eavesdropped, laughed nervously as he approached. "That's a defect model, we only keep that one for show. Look, if you want one without a voice, it's no trouble for us to just deactivate the vocal capabilities - in fact, lots of people get us to do it! So, why don't you--"
"I'll take her."
The man's voice died in his throat. "... What?"
"I'll take her," he repeated, and held his hand out for the robot to take, smiling. She hesitated for a beat, but then placed her hand in his and carefully stepped down from her display stand, the lights under the material of her skin lighting up to synthesise a blush, and a tiny smile on her lips.
He never paid for her to have repairs, because he liked her just the way she was.