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Fictober Day 1 - "that was good work"

Fanfiction. RWBY.

A snowy clearing in a forest made up black-barked trees. In the center of the clearing are many dead beowolves, turning to black ash. Only one more beowolf remains and heading right towards was a flurry of red rose petals, Ruby Rose herself, but a bit older. She no longer a teenage: She a little tall, her hair is a little longer, and she is missing one of her silver eyes. In the amidst the petals, the head Crescent Rose wraps around the beowolf and she fires off a gunshot. The shot forces her upwards, and the head of her High-Caliber Sniper-Scythe right through the neck of the beowolf. The beowolf's head rolls onto the ground as turns to ashes. Ruby lands on the snowy ground and looks around at her handiwork.

Ruby smiles, "That was good work and I still got it."

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Day 7: Free Write

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OSCAR (singing): You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me. So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied. You claim it's not in the cards. And fate is pullin' you miles away. And out of reach from me. But you're here in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide. That you're my destiny? What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours. Tonight!

WHITLEY (singing): You think it's easy. You think I don't wanna run to you. But there are mountains. And there are doors that we can't walk through. I know you're wondering why because we're able to be. Just you and me within these walls. But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see. That it was hopeless after all. No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart. And I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you. It's not up to me. When everyone tells us what we can be. How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours. Tonight!

OSCAR and WHITLEY (singing): All I want is to fly with you. All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.

WHITLEY (singing): It feels impossible.

OSCAR (singing): It's not impossible.

WHITLEY (singing): Is it impossible?

OSCAR and WHITLEY (singing): Say that it's possible. How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart. 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you And it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.

WHITLEY (singing): You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied.

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Day 6: Magic

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Day 5: Sun/Snow

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EXT. VACUO - Day

The sun beaming down upon the sandy desert of Vacuo.

Temporary shelters are scattered around the Kingdom.

OSCAR PINE and WHITLEY SCHNEE are passing out food to people in the scouring heat.

Whitley looks worse for wear, then suddenly faints.

Oscar catches the boy is his arms.

INT. SHADE ACADEMY - NURSE'S OFFICE - Day

A typically school's nurse office. Whitley is in one of the bed's. Oscar right next to him.

Whitley wakes up.

WHITLEY: What happened?

OSCAR: You fainted. The nurse said is was probably because of the heat.

Whitley sit ups.

WHITLEY (groans) : I am sick of this sun. I'm not made for this heat.

He looks over to Oscar.

WHITLEY: How do you withstand the sun, Oscar?

OSCAR: Well, I was a farm boy. I worked in the sun all day long. It's nothing close to Vacuo's heat, but still it's something.

WHITLEY (slightly laughs): Farm boy, huh?

OSCAR: Yes?

WHITLEY (flirts): That's just a cute way saying you were a farmhand.

OSCAR (stammers): I - I guess so.

WHITLEY: I grew up in Atlas. The snow was pretty, but cold. It's not very useful in the heat.

OSCAR: Your body will get used to. It just takes time.

Oscar begins to leave, but turns back to Whitley.

OSCAR: I grew up in Mistral. We had the sun and the snow. You're pretty like the snow, Whitley.

Oscar leaves.

Whitley face turns red and falls back into the bed.

BLACKOUT

THE END.

Author Note: I'm all caught up!

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Day 4: Slow Dancing

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INT. SCHNEE MANOR - Night

The ballroom of the Schnee Manor is filled with people. Food and drinks are set out. The elites of Atlas are chatting with each other. Still, the manor feels cold in more ways in than one.

JACQUES SCHNEE stands in the center of the ballroom. He taps his wine glass in hand.

JACQUES: Thank you for celebrating my successful election....

A young WHITLEY SCHNEE is by the punch bowl, away from the crowd.

With a sigh, Whitley ignores his father's speech in the background.

Someone else catches his eye, OSCAR PINE, standing at the other end of the table holding a cup of punch.

Whitley grabs his own cup of punch and walks over to him.

OSCAR (at Whitley): I see you're hiding at the punch bowl, too.

WHITLEY: I'm not hiding. I'm just sick of listening to my father's speech.

OSCAR: I think your sister agrees.

WHITLEY: Is Weiss here?

Oscar points Weiss out in the crowd with TEAM RWBY and JNR.

OSCAR: We're waiting to talk to father about those election results.

WHITLEY (rolls eyes): Good luck with that.

The boys clank their punch cups together.

JACQUES: ...let the party continue.

The slow music ques up.

Oscar finish up their punches.

OSCAR: Do you want to dance?

WHITLEY (flustered): What?

OSCAR: Is that what you do when music starts play?

Oscar reaches out his hand to Whitley. Whitley chugs down his punch and takes his hand.

Oscar leads the slow dance, with Whitley in his arms.

Whitley's face is a bright pink as they dance.

By the end of the dance, Oscar dips Whitley. Both of their eyes lock with each other.

As the dance ends, Oscar reunites with TEAM RWBY and JNR. Whitley is left a stammering and blushing mess.

Whitley pulls out a scroll to text Weiss. The text says, "What is the freckled boy's name?"

BLACKOUT.

THE END.

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Day 3: Enemies to/and Lovers

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Day 2: Swap

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Day 1: Atlas Ball

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MY MIDTERM IS GONNA SUCK

For my East Asian Midterm on Friday, I realized how stupidly hard it is with some basic math.

The 1st part is ID terms. You're given 10 ID terms and choose 5 to do. Each ID term has to be a paragraph long to explain who, what, where, and significance. The study guide has 41 possible ID terms on it.

The 2nd part is two t/f questions. The easiest part of the test.

The 3rd part is an essay based on one of two prompts given on the test. This essay has to be at least 5 paragraphs long.

What makes this stupidly hard is how many paragraphs I'll need to write. 5 paragraphs from the first part + At least 5 from the third part = At least 10 paragraphs.

ALL IN ONE HOUR!

No other class I've taken has done this. At most, they make a choice. Either they just write paragraphs for ID terms or multiple choice for ID terms + essay. NOT BOTH! YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE AND FUCK IT TOO!

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