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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 17:51:54 GMT
"We go get wasted?" I offered.
<<i know, right? I think Lin was killed like twice now, I just like her too much to let her die.>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 18:03:53 GMT
I make a face at this situation and shake my head. "Nah, no thanks. Chocolate is my drug of choice, and butterbeer's the strongest thing I'll drink." I give him a weak smile. "Sorry that I'm so darn argumentative today." ((Lol... extra-concentrated ghost. I do that with my characters in the books I write... kill them off all the bloody time and bring them back again.  )) |
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 18:12:34 GMT
I shrugged. "No matter, be as argumentative as you want, I won't get mad."
<<lmao, that's soooo fun! What do u write about?>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 18:17:08 GMT
I laugh. "I just feel kind of bad that I keep asking you for suggestions and then everything you say, I knock down."
((It's scifi/fantasy about kids who are lost in another world... kind of Digimon/Narniaish. Lol... I don't even plan it half the time. I mean I'm just sitting there writing, not really thinking about it while my pencil flies across the paper and then wtf!? Why is Marrisa dead? Did I just write that?))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 18:47:32 GMT
I laughed. "I'm okay with that. If there's something you want to do, just name it and I'm in."
<<lmao. I do that most of the time too, but then i tried to plan one out and it didn't work very well...lol i was like wait, what? Was that supposed to happen? and then I realized that half my characters were related and were supposed to be an item... *shudders*>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 20:56:57 GMT
I shrug. "I dunno... go hang-gliding in the muggle world, pick a fight with a death eater, and then have hot chocolate?"
((Oh... nice. I just realized recently that one of my main characters is a really complex guy as opposed to the total waste of oxygen I've been writing about for four years so it's all... oh, fuck. But I needed to rewrite anyway. What kind of stuff do you write then?))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 21:24:38 GMT
I laughed. "Works for me, lets go." <<at the moment, nothing. said story was a harry potter next generation fanfic that was ruined by my bad ideas+the seventh book, and I haven't worked on anything else lately, lol. the starts that I have so far are mostly fantasy/history type things>> |
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 21:30:01 GMT
"Er... well, okay, which one first?" I ask, stymied for a moment by the fact that I never expected to be taken seriously, and am not even sure if he's joking or not.
((Cool. I can't do fanfic because I screw up previously established characters too much... can't get their voices and mannerisms right. Fantasy and history are both quite cool.
Lol... I may or may not be expected to dust at the moment, and I may or not be running up and down the stairs to dust between posts.... *sheepish grin*))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 21:49:32 GMT
"Um...." I laughed. "How about the hot chocolate and then we do hang gliding in a few years and pick a fight with a death eater two days before we die?"
<<lmao, that's why my fanfic was so fucked up. And lmao...niiiiice....>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 21:54:57 GMT
I laugh. "Now there's a sensible suggestion. Except for the hot chocolate, 'cause it's really not that cold and I don't know why I suggested it."
((Thank you. *takes bow* I'm done dusting now, though. Oh, hey - you ever forget a character? I've got this Talking Iguana guy (just go with it, and no, I don't do drugs) who likes to disappear in the middle of scenes, and I don't know where the hell he goes.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 21:58:07 GMT
"Then we could go get some soda?" I suggested, laughing slightly.
<<lol, good job! and.... *blank stare* ... weird....>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 22:03:01 GMT
"Yeah, sure," I say, standing up and dusting myself off. "Or a cold butterbeer. The hang-gliding can wait."
((Lol... okay, fine, so that's never happened to you. They say that you should be able to guide your characters instead of letting them guide you, but I don't know what the hell they're talking about.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 22:05:41 GMT
I laughed. "Okay, that works."
<<lol, i don't think it has...and I know what you mean...all my characters come fully formed...>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 23, 2007 22:12:08 GMT
((Wanna make a new thread?))
((Mine do what they want to, when they want to. They die on me, refuse to fight, turn into different people....))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 1:41:29 GMT
<<sure, can u do it?>>
<<lol, mine too>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 30, 2007 13:58:49 GMT
I start heading automatically toward the Three Broomsticks, then stop.
"You know... maybe it wouldn't kill me to just take a sip of firewhiskey. Just to see what it's like," I say, veering off toward the Hog's Head. "You in, even though I changed my mind again?"
((Yeah, I will, after I get Peter's response so I don't say something weird.))
((Damn uncooperative characters.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 30, 2007 23:53:32 GMT
I laughed. "For getting pissed? Always!"
<<okeydoke>>
<<yes. damn them all to hell. Or at least to the back of our minds until we can use them the way we want>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 31, 2007 21:14:14 GMT
I nod. "To the Hog's Head it is then."
((The new thread has your name in it, so... yeah. If you can't find it I'll be worried.))
((And I think that's a very sensible suggestion as far as our characters are concerned. Although they may not appreciate it much.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 4, 2007 23:31:27 GMT
"Yayness!" I said happily, seeing as how I hadn't been out drinking in ages.
<<lol, I think I might be able to find it>>
<<You know, it's like we created them, then they go and piss us off. We should beat them lol>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 5, 2007 0:16:52 GMT
((Er... that's not very nice of us. And some of them are five! I can't beat a five-year-old!))
((Then again, she's not the one who gives me trouble... maybe I'll just slap them a bit. The older ones I mean.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 5, 2007 1:07:33 GMT
<<Oh, yeah, well, forgot about the kids. But...at least you can send the kids to their rooms!>>
<<Oooo do it, slap them up!>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 5, 2007 17:49:37 GMT
((Okay, I'll do that. Marrisa Concaid Mader, I did not give you permission to die, young lady! Go to your room and think about what you just did... while I figure out how you managed it. No, I don't care if it made the plot better... lol.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 0:53:19 GMT
<<lol, good job!>>
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