Four scenarios meme - Part II

[tielan]

Writing Exercise: Think of a person, real or imagined. From the following ten things, choose four and in one paragraph each, describe how the person would:

--answer the telephone when a telemarketer calls
--tell a funny story
--dance alone at home
--cry (you pick why)
--argue with a truck driver
--vomit
--flirt with a waiter/waitress
--play with a small child
--eat a lobster
--wake up to have breakfast alone
--prepare to go out for an important dinner

As you write these things, do not name the character's emotional state, i.e., "he is happy," "she is depressed." Try to make me feel the mood by describing the character and his or her situation

Have already done Teyla: dance alone, and vomit, now for the other two.

play with a small child

Karina's youngest pulls himself up by his mother's skirts, wobbles briefly on unsteady legs, then toddles in Teyla's direction. The tiny face, so round and chubby, grins with broad delight as he reaches Teyla and clutches at her, burying his face in her thigh. When Teyla prises him from her leg, the boy's expression beams as brightly as his mother's. She cannot help but smile as he pats down her face and neck with curious interest - a new person, but not one of whom to fear.

"He is healthy," says Teyla to his mother. "And bold," she laughs as the babe bends over to plant his face on the rise of her breast. "Oh, no, little one," she tells him as she pulls him upright, amidst the titters of the women and the blushes of her team-mates. "I fear there is nothing for you there!"

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eat a lobster

Teyla looks at the food the waitperson has left before her in blank incomprehension. With her fork, she gently taps the hard shell of the creature and feels the firm echo in both hand and ear. The shell encases the creature quite tightly, it does not look as though it will be easily penetrated with knife and fork. How, then, is she to eat it? Is the hard shell also to be eaten? A quick glance at John shows him resting his hands either side of his own plate and smiling his not-quite-smile at her, amused by her predicament. She arches a brow at him, and he lifts a silver utensil from the middle of their table - stocky and squat, hinged at the end, with a rough-edged curve to the middle, and handles at the end. "For cracking the shell," he explains, and grins at her answering glare.

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This was actually a good writing exercise: short and descriptive, connotative rather than denotative. I might do another one later this week - if I get my pinch-hit for the john_teyla_fic ficathon done today.

Comments

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Oh, I liked youzr writing excersises. They are all very nice and in-character.

[tielan]

Actually, I was bit worried about vomit because that's not something that I had ever associated with Teyla before...

It worked out okay, though, so I'm kinda surprised.