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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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuckles! And, for the record, this bitch still can't do laundry. And the funny thing is Ed Westwick didn't know how to do laundry until he got to America and Chace Crawford showed him how to do it :)

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Chuck wasn’t used to doing laundry himself. Actually, Chuck wasn’t used to do anything himself. He had considered getting one of the poor kids to his laundry for him (that’s what they were there for, right?) but after Blair had given him grief he decided to man up and try to do it himself. Besides, they were only clothes. If they were ruined he could always go out and buy new ones.

…Just to be on the safe side though Chuck decided not to wash his trademark scarf. That was one of a kind.
Chuck had managed to find the laundry room with little trouble. It wasn’t exactly the cushiest of rooms but at least it didn’t look like the dungeon type laundry rooms he had seen in the movies. Still, he hoped it wouldn’t take long. How long could it possibly take to wash clothes? Ten minutes?

Chuck threw all of his clothes into a machine, making sure to pull out anything that said “dry clean only” on the tag. After carefully reading the bottle of detergent, he poured in what he thought was the correct amount and shut the lid to the machine. Then he pressed the “start” button.

Nothing happened.

“Go,” Chuck said, pushing a couple of buttons on the machine. Nothing happened. “Come on, move. Make noise. Do what you were built to do.”

Still nothing.

“Come on!” Chuck growled, kicking the machine. He groaned in frustration. He was grateful that Gossip Girl wasn’t here. He could see it now: “Spotted: C having a fistfight with a washing machine.” Nate would never let him live it down.

“This is f’ing ridiculous. Mexicans do laundry all the time, it can’t possibly be that hard,” Chuck said to himself. Then he grinned. Right. Why didn’t he think of that before?

He flipped open his cell phone and punched in his house number and waited for one of the staff to answer. “Hi, it’s Chuck. Is Rosa there? She’s doing the laundry? Perfect. Put her on. Yes, now…Rosa? Hola! Senor Chuck needs your help….no, no, not that kind of help. I’m in Virginia and to be honest I’m not in the mood right now. But I appreciate the thought. Now let’s say hypothetically I’m doing a load of my own laundry. What button would I push to make it go? …Okay. Uh-huh…”

Chuck turned the dial on the washing machine and pressed the start button again. He was pleased to hear the sound of rushing water. He grinned and hung up on his maid without saying goodbye.

“Hell yeah, shove it, Blair,” he said, smirking. “Of course I can do laundry. I’m Chuck Bass.”

[golden-rising.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Serena snorts in amusement.