The View (From Your Brain)

[Lyle Malarkey]

Oooooh-kay, folks. This legitimately started as one of those weird MSN conversations where Joojie and I were just talking, and I made some comment along the lines of, "If you could just hear my characters right now." Annnnd that became this.

So, welcome to The View. You know, like the show with those slightly bitchy women who sit around and discuss things. Except this is between your characters.

The way it works is poster one will prompt poster two with a word, phrase, movie, book, anything. Just a random thought. Then, poster two will respond with how their characters deal with it between themselves. (So, for someone with a Huffer, a Gryff, a Slyth, etc... it should prove to be interesting, no?) Then poster two will prompt poster three, etc.

So, it should go like this:

Poster One: "Ducks."
Poster Two:

Lyle: One time, when I was little, we went to the River Thames in London, and there was just this duck, right? This idiotic little duck that was swimming around in the water -- and the water had to be freezing, but he was just swimming around like it was no big deal, and --

Dyon: ... who the fuck are you again?

Lyle: Lyle. Lyle Malarkey, it's really nice to meet you, you seem like a --

Jackie: Don't say it. Just -- just don't say it.

Dyon: No, you should say it.

James: Kid, just don't say it.

Lyle: ... a nice guy?

Jackie and James: DUCK!

-Dyon has thrown a knife-

...

Purple nurples.

Poster Three: -fills with their characters-

See? It should at the veeeeery least be interesting. You don't have to include all your characters if you don't want. -shrugs- It's a game, buuuuut kind of works for writer's block a bit. Forces you to really get into their heads.

Soooo, without much more ado about nothing...

Prompt: Crumping.

[raidenrosier]

Sadie: What the fuck is that?
André: Sounds sexual.
Pierre: No, it doesn't.
Marlene: Why does everything have to be about sex with you, André?
André: Do you really think you should be the one saying that, McKinnon? Like...really?
Ethan: Hey now.
Marlene: Ethan, shut up, I can take this one.
André: Of course you can.
Pierre: Could we not talk about sex, please?
Ethan: Spoken like a champ, Scham.
Sadie: You mean prude? Definitely. Here's my number if you ever wish to stop being such an uptight--
Raiden: Isn't it a dance style?

*everyone turns to look at him, wondering what he's talking about*

Raiden: Crumping.



prompt: cookies.

[olivia]

Isadora: Anyone want cookies? I made them.

Kieran: ...did you poison them?

Isadora: Now why would you think that? I would never try to poison cookies! Especially not cookies I'm offering to you.

Benjamin: I can see why he'd be suspicious, Isadora.

Isadora: No one was talking to you, Thundertights.

Olivia: Oooh, I'll have a --

Benjamin: How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?

Olivia: Hey, Isadora, do you think I could get a --

Isadora: Why though? I think it's a fabulous name. Really rolls off the tongue. Thundertights.

Olivia: I just want a --

Benjamin: I don't appreciate it, it's not a very flattering nickname. Must you always find a way to irritate me, Isadora?

Olivia: I really don't want to interrupt you guys but--

Isadora: You're just so easy, Thundertights.

Olivia: Seriously, guys --

Kieran is just laughing his butt off by now, and Theodore is watching the scene with a raised eyebrow. Lily is off snogging teh Jamesiepoo.

Benjamin: For God's sake, Ackerman, it's a humiliating nickname and I won't stand for it.

Olivia: -- Can I just have one?

Isadora: You're sitting down.

Benjamin: Oh how clev--

Olivia: JUST GIVE ME A FREAKING COOKIE AND THEN YOU CAN BANTER ALL YOU WANT OKAY.

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Silence. And then Olivia is given the cookies.


prompt: rain

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[Emmeline Vance]

the KEY;

* AMYCUS
* EMMELINE
* SEBASTIAN
* MAYLENE
* PORTIA
* STEFAN

---

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring-
Sweetie, reality check: you can’t sing.
Hey, Amycus! Can you hear somebody talking? It’s like this really annoying buzz in my ears...I should probably get them checked, you know how I’ve always had that feeling-oh! Oh, I got it. Maybe it’s those things that Xeno Lovegood keeps talking about, Nargles or whatever. Don’t they buzz?
Why do you even talk to that bloke? So beyond gay...
He’s gay?
Who the fuck are you?
Nobody. Sorry.
Join the club.
There’s a club? Dude, you should have told me. What the hell? Why am I so freaking out of the loop lately?
It is indeed raining...
Oh my gosh, aren’t you like, one of them?
I don’t know what you’re referring to. I’m Sebastian Travers.
...Travers?
Humbled? I expected it.
No, you imbecile, I know who you are. I’m so not impressed.
And who exactly are you, little miss pompous?
None of your fucking business.
You shouldn’t fight...
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
Jesus! Can you stop!? I’m like, soaking here, and I have a date in half an hour.
Scamper off, blondie.
But it’s raining.
Here, I have an umbrella.
Oh, good. Toodles.
-Emme leaves-
Airhead.
Slut.
Hufflepuff.
Hot.
-everybody stares-
What? She is.
She's fifteen, you pedophile.
And a Hufflepuff.
Screw all of you. I’m outta here. I got places to be, people to do.
-Sebastian leaves-
People to-?
Just like his brother. Urgh.
-Portia leaves-
So.
So indeed.
Dinner?
Detention. Rain check, though.
In your dreams, Bell.
-May and Amycus leave-

Xeno Lovegood's gay!?

---

Prompt: Lucky

[jada]

Noah: Haha, I wouldn't say I get lucky, unless you mean I was lucky I was born so handsome. It takes a level of skill, then they're all putty in-

Jada: What are you talking about, do you gamble? Noah! WWJD?! Not gamble!

Justin: *raises eyebrows spastically* I would think Jesus would sooner gamble then he would fuc-

Indigo: *throws hands over Jada's ears* HEY! Excuse you, imbecile one and imbecile two, but this little twerp here has innocent ears. And Orchard when have you Ever gotten lucky? I mean really, a crocodile wouldn't touch the girls you do.

Noah: Well look who just insulted herself haha, touche.

Justin: Hello, bird girl.

Michaela: Why? I think Isabelle's gorgeous, and her legs are so milky white, it just makes me want to...well...*blushes*

Noah: .....

Jada:.....

Indigo:......

Justin:......

Noah: Hot.

Bellatrix: Are you feeling lucky now? *manic laughter*



Prompt: puke

[Lyle Malarkey]

Jack: "Fontaine's face makes me want to puke."

Jackie: "That was incredibly original, Sparrow, did you come up with that one all by yourself?"

Jack: "I did, though it wasn't for your benefit, Fontaine."

Jackie: "Well, lucky for you --"

Dyon: "Will you two just shag and get it over with already?"

Jackie and Jack: "..."

Dyon: "Honestly. The way you two carry on... it's as if all this bickering is just foreplay. Just fuck and get it over with already, yeah? I've got the worst bleeding headache in the world."

Jackie: "... I think I'm actually going to puke."

Jack: "Oh, fuck off, Fontaine."

---

And in a corner somewhere, Donny's staring at himself in a mirror.

---

In a separate corner somewhere, Lyle and James are wondering what the hell they ever did to get stuck in the same brain as three Slytherins, a Death Eater, and the creepy bald guy who is in the other corner talking to his snake.

James: "And, no, that isn't a euphemism for cock. He's actually sitting there, talking to a snake."

Lyle: "... with all this talk of penises, how am I the only gay one in the room?"

Voldemort: You're not.

---

PROMPT: Bananas.

Because there were so many penis references in my conversation, I'm going to incept them into all of yours.

[lavinia]

Lav: Are you kidding? I love bananas. I could eat those suckers all day. Of course I could eat anything all day. My stomach is a bottomless pit to which there is no escape.

Indigo: Wow. You could eat those suckers? If you were any more crude, you'd be -

Noah: Me. Oh wait, I'm classy. All that stuff is in my head.

Indigo: Don't worry - it's not.

Jada: I hate bananas. I mean, they're YELLOW. Y E L L O W. Yellow is so -

Justin: You're yellow.

Jada: ......omg, that's the most racist thing I've ever-

Justin: I meant you're a hufflepuff...

Jada: Oh, right. Well....You're BLUE!

Justin: Ingenious.

Bellatrix: *Thinks of something really morbid she could do with bananas.*


Prompt: California

[olivia]

Olivia: I really want to go to California. Noah was telling me about it the other day and it sounds really cool. Actually, I just want to get out of England. See the world. You know, I've been to Fr-

Jezebel: What's California?

Benji: A country in the United States of America. That's-

Paris: A place where the people walk around half naked all the time.

Jezebel and Gabby: *wide eyes* Really?!

Benji: --not true.

Paris: Sure it is! They've got those beaches-

Jezebel: *whispers to Gabby* Did he just say bitches?

Gabby: *blushes* Beaches, Jezebel!

Jezebel: Oh. Are there any dragons in California?

Paris: Er, no, just pretty people. They totally walk around in these skimpy things they call swim wear, too. Fucking A, now I wanna go, too. Hey, babe, wanna go with? I'd love to see you in a two-piece. *winks at Olivia*

Olivia: .......Ew. Don't call me that. And in your dreams, Parkinson.

Paris: Don't call you what, babe?

Olivia: Stop that.

Paris: Stop what, babe?

Gabby: I think she wants you to stop calling her babe.

Benji: He knows.

Gabby: Oh. Then why is he still calling her that?

Olivia: Because he's an asshole.

Gabby: *gasps*

Paris: Aw, now look what you did. Poor little Gabster can't handle bad words.

Olivia: Sorry, Gabs.

Paris: Fuck, Rivera, I bet you'd look hot as hell in one of tho--

Olivia: *smacks him upside the head*

Paris: OW! What the fuck, Thompson?!

Olivia: Stop making Gabby uncomfortable, you jerk.

Jezebel: ...well, I'm going to go try to pet the Devil's Snare I saw in the greenhouse the other day.

Paris: Okay.

Olivia: Okay - what.

Gabby: Wait, isn't that dangerous?

Benji: I really don't think you should do that.

Jezebel: *starts to walk off*

Olivia: Is she seriously...?

Gabby: I think she's...

Olivia, Gabby and Benji look at each other and then they all hurry after Jezebel, calling her name. Paris trolls off to snog a random girl. Oh, and Lily's celebrating James' return o'course.



PROMPT: Popsicle.

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[Stefan Capper]

the KEY;

* AMYCUS
* EMMELINE
* DEDALUS
* MAYLENE
* PORTIA
* STEFAN

---

Stefan, are you eating a popsicle? Have you realized it’s like, ten degrees outside?
Actually, judging by the way that moist is slightly clinging to those leaves over there, and by the fact that our breaths seem to be making fog, I’d say it was more around five degrees.
Why five?
Well, for breath to start fogging, there must be sufficient water vapor in the air to build a cloud, cooling air enough for water to condense, and the condensation nuclei to provide surfaces on which water molecules can gather and condense into droplets.
But why are you eating a popsicle?
Hey, Amycus.
That’s like, 50 unnecessary calories composed of entirely sugar.
Hey, Amycus.
And sweetie, your stomach isn’t exactly flat, you know?
Hey. Hey, Amycus.
I’d suggest you go work out after this. Do you do any sports?
Carrow.
Or you could jog in the mornings? That’s what I do. Well, I also do cheerleading, but jogging is good training for that. If you want, you could join me next time I go.
Yo, Carrow!
I think his stomach looks fi—
CARROW.
If somebody doesn’t stuff Bell’s mouth with a sock sometime soon, I will personally come over and make sure none of you see the light of day again.
-Deed tapes May’s mouth shut-
I think I might actually like you now, Amycus.
¬
-On the other side of the room, Portia is observing a drop of blood run down her finger-

That’s gross, did you know that?
Who is she?
Portia Burke. I think she might be a vampire, actually. I’ve heard they’re beautiful and quite intrigued by hemoglobin.
Mfhgmfhfmf!
Um...that’s kind of...creepy...
Nah, she’s alright, if you’re okay with her blatantly ignoring you when you try to strike up conversation.
MFNGHGLFFH!

-Stefan glances at Deed warily and pauses-

Is your hair naturally curly like that?
Do I look like the kind of guy that styles it every morning to look like Sandy’s You’re the One that I Want? sex-a-thon?
Who’s Sandy?
Grease?
What, like the one dripping from Stefan’s popsicle?
Drop it, Emme.

-May starts flailing around from the tape across her mouth and tackles Amycus to the ground; he Disapparates with her. They all blink-

Well, then.
None of you get me. You know what, be fat if you want. But don’t expect to get any girls to even spare a glance your way, Stefan. Trust me.

-storms off very Rachel-Berry-style-

Ouch. And she’s your cousin?
Lovely girl.
Looks like a Barbie. Totally not my type; no offense, dude.
Do--do you think I’m fat?
Seeing as ‘fat’ requires being overweight and for that to occur you need to be eating unhealthy doses of food daily, and from what I can tell, your stomach is perfectly healthy in size, though we compete in paleness, and I’m beginning to wonder if I am a vampire after all, no, I don’t think you’re fat.
...okay...thank you.
And judging by the average teenage girl and their attractions, I doubt you won’t be spared a glance. It would be best to ignore your cousin.
Uh...okay.
I have to go hit on McGonagall, talk to you later, man.

-blinks, dumbfounded for a few moments before following Deed outside, leaving Portia squishing at the droplet of blood absentmindedly-

Weirdos.

---

why do I always make Emme such a bitchy ditz in these

Prompt: Pink

[deaglan]

Justin: Pink. So, pink like Noah's underwear.

Noah: .....I don't have pink underwear.

Justin: Why not? There's nothing wrong with pink.

Noah: I just don't have pink underwear.

Deaglan: Pink's not a bad color. I have pink drawers myself.

Jada: Oooh mine are pink! With little hearts and butterflies. I also have a polka dot one.

Indigo:....I'm not participating in this.

Jada: Do you not like pink, Indigo? You have a headband that's pink and it is SOOOOO pretty. But of course its yours. Unless you don't want it. I really never see you wear it. If I had that headband I would wear it. But, it's not mine so you should wear it. What a pretty, lovely headband. I have an outfit that would look so good with that headband.

Indigo:...let me guess, you want the headband. Here.

Jada: Awwww why you are just so sweet! That was completely, totally unexpected. Thank you dearest. So Mr. Deaglan, how much do you like pink?

Deaglan: How much do you like it Jada?

Jada: A TON.

Deaglan: So do I.

Justin: Pink feels like a color that tried hard to be red but fell short. Now it's a washed out version of its former self, haha.

Deaglan: I agree.

Noah: That's weird, considering you like pink. My fav color is blue.

Deaglan: Is it? So is mine.

Indigo: ....I guess I like...black. There.

Deaglan: Black goes with everything. I like black.

Jada: So you like pink and black? That's nice. Oooh purple!

Deaglan: I love purple.

Noah: You sure like a lot of colors.

Deaglan: Don't you?

Justin: Sure he does. His favorite is scarlet.

Noah: Huh?

Deaglan: Haha. I see what you mean.

Noah: Huh?

Justin: I'm going to go with orange.

Deaglan: Orange is good.

Jada: Deaglan, do you like everything?

Deaglan: Don't you?

Noah:...huh?


Prompt: The Lord of the Rings (hahaha)

[Wendy Palmer]

*Imogen
*Wendy
*Gideon
*Cody
*Lucius
*Danny


Lord of the rings? Is that like, some Muggle king or something?
Gracious, no! It's a Muggle book series, you see, written by... oh dear, I can't seem to recall who--
JRR Tolkien.
Ah, of course! Thank you ever so much, Miss Imogen. Yes, written by him. It's a trilogy about--
Walking.
Wot?
I thought it was about... er... hobbits?
Is that like a rabbit?
Why, it isn't about walking! It's a wonderful fantasy quest about bravery and friendship and--
It's three books about walking.
So it's like a fitness book?
Exactly.
But with rabbits.
Hobbits.
They could be rabbits. Hairy feet and all that.
Hairy feet? I always heard about getting hairy palms when--*blushes* Never mind.
No, no, Prewett, do go on.
Stuff it, Malfoy, or my brother won't be the only Prewett to deck you in the face.
Okay, calm down--
What about your brother?
What happened to Cody?
*re-emerges with books* Look, I have the books here -- sword fights!
Yes, they run into rather nasty things while they're walking. Orcs and all that.
Orcs?
You're confusing him.
Oh, go sit in the corner, Malfoy.
No, look, there's more than walking - these are fantastic works of literature!
What are they even about?
Look, it's three books about short men with hairy feet and they walk and walk and walk so that they drop a ring in a volcano or a disembodied eye is going to take over the world.
Oh. ... They couldn't just Apparate?
They're hobbits, they don't Apparate - even the wizard didn't Apparate. They have different magic in that world. Look, see here: they're singing, not walking.
Yes, but what did they do before and after the singing?
... Well I suppose they... they journeyed... on foot...
They walked.
Oh, bollocks.
I still think a hobbit is like a rabbit. Or maybe a horse crossed with a rabbit. Did Hagrid write these books?
Possibly.
That oaf--
Shut it, Malfoy.
Sword fights, huh?
Sometimes.
Sometimes I have sword fights. *looks down* I have a lethal weapon, you see.
... Actually, I don't see anything, lethal or otherwise.
*snorts*
Imogen, he means... Never mind.
*pervy grin*

next prompt: balloons

[jezebel]

Gabby
Paris
Benjamin
Lily
Livy
Jezebel

I want balloons at my birthday party. Lots and lots of balloons.
Ooooh, when's your birthday?
April.
*snort* You're preparing for your birthday already? It's still December.
You can never be too early! Also, you're not invited.
Wouldn't want to go anyway.
Paris, don't be mean!
*mimics mockingly* Paris, don't be mean.
Don't do that.
Don't do that.
Seriously.
Seriously.
You two are being incredibly childish, you know.
He started it!
He started it!
YOU'RE SO ANNOYING *smacks him upside the head*
OW! Geez! For f*cks sake, that hurts!
Oh, don't be such a baby.
Isn't it funny how it's never seen as abuse when a female hits a male, but if the situation was reversed, then there would be quite a few people giving the male hell about raising a hand on a female. If a man hits his wife, it's domestic abuse, but if a woman hits her husband, she's either defending herself or she's allowed to.
...oh wow. You can talk?
*raises eyebrow* Yes.
Huh. Did not know that.
Wait, wait, are you calling me abusive?
I didn't call you anything.
You implied it!
Well, you do have violent tendencies, Livy.
WHAT! I do not!
Uh, you just smacked me for no reason.
You know, Benjamin, I'd never actually thought about that-
-you guys, I'm NOT violent!!-
I suppose it's because it's always been okay in the olden days for a husband to hit his wife to 'keep her in line'
Like spanking?
I - *stares* excuse me?
Oh. *blushes* Nothing. I didn't say anything. *coughs*
Did she just-
*quickly* You were saying, Lily?
...Right. Well. It all goes back, really, to the fact that women have always been viewed as inferior to men, as weaker than them, so when a female hits a male, it's assumed that it's not painful.
Oh trust me, it IS painful *glares at Olivia*
And if they complain about it, they're called a coward or, in Livy's case, a 'baby'.
*pouts* Why am I the bad guy? He's the asshole.
*gasps* He is not!
He makes you do his homework, you have no place to talk, Gabs.
He makes you do his homework?
No, Thompson is lying - OW! JESUS.
I am not a liar!
You're a little violent, though.
Oh what do you know, you barely even talk to anyone *storms off*
...well, she's definitely not invited to my birthday party either. She'd pop all my pretty balloons with her silly violence.

prompt: beach

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[Fabian Prewett]

-claimed-

prompt: The Nutcracker