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Ramona Flowers ([personal profile] hairoftheweek) wrote in [community profile] institutesamples2013-01-23 04:30 pm

Voice testing - Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World)


[OOC Note: Please note that Rammy is aged down to 17.]

1. [Text]

Whoever thought it was a great idea to draw on my bag when I wasn't looking, screw off. I don't have time for your shit. It took me a good bit to get it off, so whatever you used was fairly potent. Don't mess with it again.

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2. [Action, 1st person]



[You may or may not notice a teenager roaming the halls of the school. But act fast; if you catch a glance and turn around, you likely won't notice she's there anymore! If you happen to be outside, you may notice she's getting from one place to another pretty damn fast somehow... but hey, there's always a way to catch up to her and try to get her attention.]

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3. [Prose, 3rd person]



It was a normal day of the week for Ramona. Go to class, sit in the back and try to pay attention without seeming like she really cares about it. Most of the classes she wasn't really interested in, and she didn't make a lot of friends. It wasn't like she couldn't, but she needed time to herself. Of course, people constantly approached and tried to converse with her and make friends, or say stupid cliché lines, that sort of thing. It bugged her and she tended to abuse her dimensional traveling abilities to get away from people.

Of course, today she decided she was just going to walk from classes to her dorm. Any number of people could approach her between here and there, but she was too worn out from not getting enough sleep the previous night to use her abilities.

Bother her as she's walking somewhere?
green_eyed: (maybe a little tap...)

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[personal profile] green_eyed 2013-01-24 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
What'd they even draw?
impersonal_space: ([54])

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[personal profile] impersonal_space 2013-01-24 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
That's right, leave the "mysterious disappearing around corners and trees and signposts" to the professionals, kiddo. A woman with long blond hair in ribbons, a dress that cannot be hidden behind anything narrower than a phone booth, and a parasol of all things, steps out from behind a tree when the girl passes it.

"Are you not in your usual hurry today, young lady?" She wants to try to understand precisely how she had been getting around so quick on other days, and isn't so concerned with why today is an off day.
Edited (I fail at counting. This is the prose prompt obvs. /doh) 2013-01-24 14:26 (UTC)