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30 Minutes
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30 minutes.
Used to seem like such a long time. She remembered back when she was a child it had seemed like an eternity; to go to a friend’s house was one of the best treats you could be allowed. It had changed so much since then though. They changed, relationships changed and the time, surely that too had changed and decided, as if on a whim, that it wanted to speed up. Right now, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to slow down or speed up. In 30 minutes her brother would die. 30 minutes of waiting for the sound of gunshots below. 30 minutes of wrangling with her own guilt. It was 10:30pm.
It had been as easy as they said it would be. Easy to pull the trigger. Even easier to live with it afterwards. It was a simple matter of forgetting that the unsightly blemish of a woman had ever entered their lives. Sure, Jamie mourned for a year or two but he did get over it. He did. She made sure that he did, visiting at least twice a week, always asking him anywhere she could think of. Jamie came placidly, smiling like plastic and laughing like glass. It was enough for her for a while, just to have her brother back and paying her more attention than he had in the last two years.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should feel guilty. Jamie had spent three months salary on that ring, and she’d left it with the body. Well it wasn’t as if she could have taken it with, trophy taking never boded well in this unpleasant business. Yet still, she felt guilty. All that work for naught. But he’d be happier now, there was no babbling broad at his side, sucking him dry. Money and spirit. He could buy that car he wanted, go where he wanted, without anyone nagging at him. She’d keep an eye on him of course. He was her baby brother, he could never take care of himself. All other women, save mother, were just as incompetent.
20 minutes.
She’d been careful. She had an alibi. She’d even remembered to take a handkerchief to wipe away the fingerprints, in case the gun were to be found. As far as they knew, she abhorred guns and refused to touch them. It was true, but this had been a necessary evil. She was sure, ever so sure, that if she sat some other sister down and just explained that they would agree with her. Woman always were caught because they talked. Well, she wouldn’t talk. She would smile sweetly, shed a tear or two over the disappearance, and comfort her brother. Another missing woman, she would say, she probably ran off with another man. The tart.
That’s when they found the body. The smell was something she had failed to take into account, something that was never mentioned in the crime shows she’d watched. Still, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as the television proclaimed the murderer something of a genius. Expertly carried out. Highly surprising they’d found the body at all. The television said that the authorities were baffled, could find no evidence to make a strong lead. She was in the clear.
Then they arrested her brother.
10 minutes.
“I’ve set it up already; Natasha will be blamed. I’ve planted the gun.”
“They traced the gun to me! They’ll never believe it.”
“Of course they will! These guys are stupid, and I know it wasn’t you. If I can mislead them into thinking it was you, I can get Natasha blamed.”
“…You killed her?”
“Yes.”
“Get the hell out.”
5 minutes.
Jamie McCollin faced the firing squad at 10:55pm on Saturday the fourth of June. He was pronounced dead at 11. She left the governmental hulk of a building by midnight, choosing not to view the body. The executed man had returned to the one he loved, but he was not her brother. Her brother would have appreciated all she’d tried to do for him.
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30 minutes.
Used to seem like such a long time. She remembered back when she was a child it had seemed like an eternity; to go to a friend’s house was one of the best treats you could be allowed. It had changed so much since then though. They changed, relationships changed and the time, surely that too had changed and decided, as if on a whim, that it wanted to speed up. Right now, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to slow down or speed up. In 30 minutes her brother would die. 30 minutes of waiting for the sound of gunshots below. 30 minutes of wrangling with her own guilt. It was 10:30pm.
It had been as easy as they said it would be. Easy to pull the trigger. Even easier to live with it afterwards. It was a simple matter of forgetting that the unsightly blemish of a woman had ever entered their lives. Sure, Jamie mourned for a year or two but he did get over it. He did. She made sure that he did, visiting at least twice a week, always asking him anywhere she could think of. Jamie came placidly, smiling like plastic and laughing like glass. It was enough for her for a while, just to have her brother back and paying her more attention than he had in the last two years.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should feel guilty. Jamie had spent three months salary on that ring, and she’d left it with the body. Well it wasn’t as if she could have taken it with, trophy taking never boded well in this unpleasant business. Yet still, she felt guilty. All that work for naught. But he’d be happier now, there was no babbling broad at his side, sucking him dry. Money and spirit. He could buy that car he wanted, go where he wanted, without anyone nagging at him. She’d keep an eye on him of course. He was her baby brother, he could never take care of himself. All other women, save mother, were just as incompetent.
20 minutes.
She’d been careful. She had an alibi. She’d even remembered to take a handkerchief to wipe away the fingerprints, in case the gun were to be found. As far as they knew, she abhorred guns and refused to touch them. It was true, but this had been a necessary evil. She was sure, ever so sure, that if she sat some other sister down and just explained that they would agree with her. Woman always were caught because they talked. Well, she wouldn’t talk. She would smile sweetly, shed a tear or two over the disappearance, and comfort her brother. Another missing woman, she would say, she probably ran off with another man. The tart.
That’s when they found the body. The smell was something she had failed to take into account, something that was never mentioned in the crime shows she’d watched. Still, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as the television proclaimed the murderer something of a genius. Expertly carried out. Highly surprising they’d found the body at all. The television said that the authorities were baffled, could find no evidence to make a strong lead. She was in the clear.
Then they arrested her brother.
10 minutes.
“I’ve set it up already; Natasha will be blamed. I’ve planted the gun.”
“They traced the gun to me! They’ll never believe it.”
“Of course they will! These guys are stupid, and I know it wasn’t you. If I can mislead them into thinking it was you, I can get Natasha blamed.”
“…You killed her?”
“Yes.”
“Get the hell out.”
5 minutes.
Jamie McCollin faced the firing squad at 10:55pm on Saturday the fourth of June. He was pronounced dead at 11. She left the governmental hulk of a building by midnight, choosing not to view the body. The executed man had returned to the one he loved, but he was not her brother. Her brother would have appreciated all she’d tried to do for him.
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Guide to Role Play
Before we leap into the types of role play and the rules lets discuss what role play (RP) is exactly.
Role play: To play a role. To personify oneself as a separate entity. In short, collaborative story writing.
Role play is often more than just acting as someone else. It can be used as a stress reliever, to help develop original characters: possibilities with collaborative story writing are endless. However, like all games, rules come with them.
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It is very important to get to know the characters of your stories/novels, as knowing the basics can provide description and characterization throughout your novel.
I have compiled a basic character reference sheet below in the hopes that you will find it of use.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Profession:
Where he lives:
Appearance
Eye color:
Glasses or contacts:
Weight:
Height:
Type of body/build:
Skin tone:
Shape of face:
Notable features:
Hair color:
Type of hair:
Hairstyle:
Is he or she in good health?
If not, why not?
Physical disabilities:
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Color:
Music:
Movie:
Food:
Clothing:
Prized possession:
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==Name
Remember, it's perfectly okay to change your characters' names as you write your story. A character's name could be as simple as a common name, such as Max Reuben, or could be as elaborate as Cecelia Jane Vivian Lily Iris Alexis Thompson. But remember, you want to have a name for your character that can be used conversationally. Max and other monosyllabic names are great, but for you more creative types, just make sure your character can have a nickname, or will just go by one of his or her many names.
Another thing to remember is that, as a writer, your goal i
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Inspired by the song '30 Minutes' by t.A.T.u. It has nothing to do with the song, really, aside from the title, so I hope that wasn't too much of a dissapointment.
Other than that, this was a sort of challenge to myself. Each section has the number of sentances described by the number...which was harder than I thought it was going to be, to keep it even x.x
Anyway, sorta, kinda happy with this one <3 Oh yeah, this is unbetaed so please forgive any horrible, nasty mistakes.
Other than that, this was a sort of challenge to myself. Each section has the number of sentances described by the number...which was harder than I thought it was going to be, to keep it even x.x
Anyway, sorta, kinda happy with this one <3 Oh yeah, this is unbetaed so please forgive any horrible, nasty mistakes.
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Both depressing and stimulating. Really enjoyable reading. <3