April 14th, 2009
January 11th, 2009
Closed Third Person - Plot - Gods - Backdated
She'd disappeared from the street, just walking in from her car. One of her girls had seen her pull up but she'd never come inside, just a bottle of her perfume left behind. A bottle that, when tested, seemed perfectly normal according to the brand specifications, but had an intoxicating aphrodesiac effect on anyone who came near it.
Not that Charlotte knew any of that, or that it had been a full day before she woke up in what seemed to be a plain white room. It was uncomfortably sterile, and she was soon on her feet, looking around for a door and a way out.
( Cut for description of her floor )
Not that Charlotte knew any of that, or that it had been a full day before she woke up in what seemed to be a plain white room. It was uncomfortably sterile, and she was soon on her feet, looking around for a door and a way out.
( Cut for description of her floor )
June 27th, 2008
Closed Third Person - PLOT
One thing Charlotte hadn't expected, when she went to grab some milk (you'd be amazed what a house full of people can get through) on Friday morning, was for people to be looking at her. OK, yes, it happened, but not usually when she was in jeans with her hair tugged back into a ponytail and no make up (she did like to maintain her appearance, but it was a run to the store so she could have breakfast, she wasn't that fussy, and it wasn't like she took clients herself anymore).
Apparently though, jeans and ponytails were hot today or something, because people did keep looking.
It took her until she was almost home before she noticed the billboard and remembered it was a seven.
Apparently though, jeans and ponytails were hot today or something, because people did keep looking.
It took her until she was almost home before she noticed the billboard and remembered it was a seven.
February 27th, 2008
Closed Third Person - Fanvid Plot
Charlotte was checking business emails when it popped up on her screen. A video of... People, mostly. Lots and lots of people. The girls in her house, those who'd come and gone over the year. Susi.
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it ever so much
Such a mass of motion, I do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and I have the touch
And then images of the crew, confirming that even though she hadn't seen much of herself so far, the video was following her. Or using her as the inspiration anyway. But then the other crew members faded and there were more and more images of Con.
I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
Charlotte took a moment to wonder if the video was mocking her and ignored the urge to blush. It was more than just a video inspired by her, it brought up favourite memories and intensely frustrating moments she remembered because she couldn't help it.
Thankfully the video moved on, touching on her work, surprisingly briefly, although as much x-rated as not. Was that really how her ass looked? Not too bad, really.
Any social occasion, it's "hello, how do you do"
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
She couldn't help a little smile at that, and it warmed when Leo came up on screen.
So before the question, so before the doubt
My, my hand moves out and I have the touch
More swirling images, telling the story of her year. Everyone she'd met and spent time with, from regular clients to friends, from Susi to Leo. And Con.
This probably classed as a good Seven, didn't it?
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it ever so much
Such a mass of motion, I do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and I have the touch
And then images of the crew, confirming that even though she hadn't seen much of herself so far, the video was following her. Or using her as the inspiration anyway. But then the other crew members faded and there were more and more images of Con.
I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
Charlotte took a moment to wonder if the video was mocking her and ignored the urge to blush. It was more than just a video inspired by her, it brought up favourite memories and intensely frustrating moments she remembered because she couldn't help it.
Thankfully the video moved on, touching on her work, surprisingly briefly, although as much x-rated as not. Was that really how her ass looked? Not too bad, really.
Any social occasion, it's "hello, how do you do"
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
She couldn't help a little smile at that, and it warmed when Leo came up on screen.
So before the question, so before the doubt
My, my hand moves out and I have the touch
More swirling images, telling the story of her year. Everyone she'd met and spent time with, from regular clients to friends, from Susi to Leo. And Con.
This probably classed as a good Seven, didn't it?
February 17th, 2008
Closed Third Person
Having a message arrange itself in your cereal, of all places, was fairly bizarre. But then, it was Tampa.
You're unbelievable.
Strange, but entirely flattering. Charlotte smiled and watched the letters separate, going back to finishing her breakfast.
She had a similar experience when she checked her appointment book, and found today's details didn't say what they'd said when she wrote them in.
You're beautiful, and you always will be.
She blinked, closed the book, and then opened it again. It was back to normal, the details of appointments laid out in neat, precise script.
When she turned the computer on and found the background had changed, though, was the only time she actually thought someone had done it on purpose. Except, sure enough, that faded away into its usual image, no longer with a message scrawled across it like a quote from a song or something.
I still think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.
Still?
The author would be so much easier to narrow down if she wasn't told something that at least five times a week by different men. Somehow though, this one she felt was from the heart. She tried not to think about whether she wished it was from Mal or Leo.
You're unbelievable.
Strange, but entirely flattering. Charlotte smiled and watched the letters separate, going back to finishing her breakfast.
She had a similar experience when she checked her appointment book, and found today's details didn't say what they'd said when she wrote them in.
You're beautiful, and you always will be.
She blinked, closed the book, and then opened it again. It was back to normal, the details of appointments laid out in neat, precise script.
When she turned the computer on and found the background had changed, though, was the only time she actually thought someone had done it on purpose. Except, sure enough, that faded away into its usual image, no longer with a message scrawled across it like a quote from a song or something.
I still think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.
Still?
The author would be so much easier to narrow down if she wasn't told something that at least five times a week by different men. Somehow though, this one she felt was from the heart. She tried not to think about whether she wished it was from Mal or Leo.