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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[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

And Marshall's! I'm too shy to share any of my other ones (and I'm too lazy to go find 'em, heh)

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When Marshall had gotten there the bar was empty save for a weird looking band and the grumpy looking bartender. Marshall got a beer and sat down at a small table near the band. He could get used to hanging out here. A few minutes passed with Marshall bobbing his head to the music, wondering if Lily would be interesting in coming down for karaoke one night. He didn’t even notice that zombie!Yoko was coming up to him until it was too late.

“Oh…um…hey,” Marshall said, trying not to look the woman in the eye. She was hideous. Marshall sat back in his chair a little. Zombie!Yoko was seriously invading his personal space. “Can I help you?”

Zombie!Yoko, of course, didn’t answer. She did, however, throw her leg over Marshall’s and started doing what was unmistakably a lap dance. A very disturbing lap dance.

“Oh god!” Marshall threw his hands up as to avoid touching the smelly lady. “Please stop! Dear lord, please, please stop! I’m married!”

But Zombie!Yoko kept on going. Marshall made little gagging noises in the back of his throat. Words could not express how disturbed he was right now. There was only one way to get out of this with his mental state in tact. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

“Oh god, take it!” Marshall said, shoving the money in Zombie!Yoko’s gross hand. “I have more if you want! Just get off of me!”

Money in hand, Zombie!Yoko slid off of Marshall and with a flip of her hair, she walked back towards the band. Marshall was frozen in his chair, took shocked to move. “No amount of soap will make me clean again.”

Just then Barney came into the bar with a smug look on his face. It didn’t take Marshall long to figure out just who told Zombie!Yoko to give him that godawful lap dance. Making a strangled noise in the back of his throat, Marshall got up and walked up to Barney. Then Marshall slapped Barney in the face as hard as he could.

“That’s three,” Marshall said, holding up three fingers. He walked out of the bar. He needed a long shower.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

HA! I love this one.

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

This is one of my favorite writing samples ever.

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Ha! The slap! :D

Poor, poor Marshall.