Show us your samples!

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since we've done this one and just recently someone showed me her sample for an app that reminded me of this meme.

So because it's Wednesday. Because it's raining. And because I've got a boring day ahead of me:

SHOW US THE WRITING SAMPLES YOU WROTE FOR YOUR CHARACTER APPLICATIONS!

Yes. That totally deserved capslock

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Not the best thing I've ever written but it has Chuck Bass!
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At the end of another monotonous day, Alex found himself heading to the roof. It seemed to be the ideal place for both quiet and a quick smoke. Couldn't get quiet with a yapping roommate, couldn't smoke without the smoke detectors going off. So, roof. Of course, his hopes of a quiet few minutes to himself were obliterated upon finding a familiar face already on the roof. Just fucking great.

"Oh, Karev." The disdain in Chuck's voice could probably be heard in space. "I didn't know there was a meeting for homeless people up here tonight. My invitation must have gotten misplaced."

Alex snorted and said, "Nice shirt, Chuck. I saw one just like it in the junior miss department of the local Target." Any man that wore pink and thought he looked good in it obviously had mental problems. Alex had no doubt that this was the case with Chuck too.

"Very original," Chuck said, shaking his head.

Alex didn't answer and, instead, focused on something he actually liked. Cigarettes. If Chuck could keep his mouth shut, Alex could do the same. It wasn't like they didn't go through this every time they saw each other. Alex distinctly remembered calling Chuck 'a guy who probably sucked at his mother's tit until he was ten' a few weeks ago and Chuck, in turn, trying to deck him. He'd missed, of course, and Alex had gotten a lot of satisfaction from poking Chuck in the eye and watching him glare with his other eye. It'd been pretty hilarious.

Mommy issues. They seemed to be in style around this place.

"Seriously, who the hell dresses you? Barbie?" Alex, kind soul that he was, held the cigarette away from Chuck. Secondhand smoke was a bitch. No need to leave himself open to some inane lawsuit. Chuck seemed like the type to claim lung cancer and sue someone who had no money just for the satisfaction of getting the advantage.

"I would tell you except I don't think you have the intelligence or education to pronounce the designer's name right," Chuck answered, smirking smugly.

It was incredibly tempting to wipe that smirk off his face with a fist but Alex held himself back. Chuck probably wanted that. He could go crying to his daddy's lawyers and that would be the end of Alex's stay here. So, he refrained. It could wait.

"Hey, Chuck?" Alex said, flicking the cigarette away.

"What?"

"You're leaning against bird shit."

It wasn't true, not even close, but it was worth it to watch Chuck spring forward from the ledge and brush at the tails of his expensive jacket whilst muttering curse words in Alex's direction. Alex left the roof without a word, letting his laughter follow him out.