Open Scene #2: In Which There Is a Giant Teacup

[mericlecure]

*Open to ANY original character, any gender, any ages*
Who: Hawke and Anne
Where: a museum
When: whenever

Well, nobody can ever fault me with being too prepared. The thought occurred to him as he remained crouched inside a giant teapot with, well, nothing in particular to help him out of the situation. Sure, he had a stick. And it was a pretty nice stick, all things considered. There was a good heft and size to it, and he thought it could do a decent job if swung around properly, but it really wouldn’t stand up to what the other guys had. They had things that could make wooden sticks go all Kablooey! along with the rest of him. So... yeah, he needed something better than a stick. He also probably needed to stop pissing so many people off, but he didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon with people being so uptight all the time.

Until then, he would probably find himself in situations like these: hiding out in odd places like giant teapots as he looked around for something better to fight or get away with. He stilled as he heard footsteps approaching, and inched himself up just enough to glance out the small window above his head. The view was very limited, and he couldn’t make out who it was -- friend or foe or innocent bystander -- but he could make out something that looked promising dangling just by the person’s hip. He grinned to himself as he heard their steps come closer, and reached a hand through the window, ready and willing to relieve them of the item with his unrivalled expertise--

--until he started as something skittered across his foot, the violent jerk lifting the item he was after... and giving him his target’s undivided attention as well. It was... unfortunate, to say the least; not that he looked anything close to bothered as he grinned up through the window, holding up his stick. “Trade you,” he offered, still grinning.

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Open to any original character, any age! There is no requirement to respond with a character journal or to have a character profile, and they could even be a character you made up on the spot. Non-slash, otherwise the nature of the relationship -- friend, foe, bystander, complete stranger, etc. -- is wide open. Could go towards fluff, drama, supernatural, WHATEVER! No need to PM me about backstory, any backstory can be developed within the posts. Like true improv, if you post it in-character then I'll go with it (and vice versa). Example: if your character mentions how my character pushed them down yesterday, I'll just roll with it!

Really, this is just taking two characters and throwing them together to see whatever happens all improv-like! The sky is the limit here :)! Open scenes are all non-smut/FTB only and the scene goes to whoever posts an in-character response first! No anonymous comments.

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[capture_the_art.insanejournal.com]

“Well, I’ve never been in an oversized teapot before, and I saw this one here and figured: ‘why not’? And today seemed just as good as any to give it shot,” he replied, taking the chance to duck his head a little further out the window and scan the surrounding exhibit for any potentially unsavory sorts that may or may not have wanted his head on a platter (...oddly enough, some people just weren’t a fan of when you stole something from a museum that they had intended to steal for themselves). Currently none were present, and he figured now was as good a moment as any to step out of the thing and make his way toward the exit. He stood up -- as much as a human being possibly could in the thing -- and stooped down and out through the doorway and bounced up beside the girl as if he hadn’t just been hiding out inside a giant teapot and there was nothing weird about their encounter whatsoever.

“Thank you for the umbrella!” he beamed, completely sidestepping the bit where he had been trying to steal it in the first place as he bent down to help with the mess. “I’ve never been a huge fan of getting wet. My mother was a wicked witch, you see, and you know how awfully that sort deals with water,” he joked, straightening up with a cheeky grin and holding out her belongings (in addition to one perfectly nice-sized stick, courtesy of some weird nature-y piece of modern art). “With those kind of genetics, why risk it?”

[sammygirl92.insanejournal.com]

She tilted her head at him for a moment, completely taken aback by his odd demeanor and the fact that he was in fact just inside of a giant tea pot. She knew she should have been ranting and raving about the fact that he had just tried to steal her umbrella and that he had knocked everything she had in her purse all over the place, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The day had already gone to hell, why not add a little weirdness to the mix? What harm could helping a stranger out possibly do her?

She sighed and haphazaredly threw her stuff back into her purse,resolving for the hundredth time to get a smaller purse and downsize the crap she carried with her. She looked up at her odd new aquaintence, who was now outside of the pot, and took her things gratefully, but declined the stick. "Ahh I see, well my descendsnts are vampires, so I don't take to kindly to sticks. But thank you for the offer." She quipped back at him with a small smile.

She bit her lip and looked down at the umbrella for a minute and then back up at the stranger before thinking 'what the hell;' and going for it. "Well, I have a proposition for you. I have had quite possible the worst day of my life. I am in dire need of a stiff drink right now. Seeing as you cannot be out in the water for fear of melting, and I am not too inclined to looking like a drowned cat, I have an offer. If you walk me, and my umbrella to the nearest bar, which is a few blocks that way I think." She said pointing. "I will happily let my Umbrella and your lovely stick go with you in peace and without raising a fuss over the fact that you were just trying to take it or that you were hiding inside a museum sculpture." She offered. "I'm Anne by the way." She said offering her name.