#harrison solberg

[messagin-imogen-blog]

Clytemnestra (OOPS)

[My character kills yours.]

Imogen was never very good at these kinds of things.  She didn’t have the reflexes.  Some people conditioned themselves to do this.  Kept hammering away at it until they were the best, or until they got beaten by the best.  Imogen didn’t have that kind of dedication, so naturally when she first picked it up, things got messy.  Her technique was all over the place and almost nonexistent.  She flinched at the sudden loud noise and pressed as hard as she could in a desperate attempt to defend herself.  

Both Harrison’s jaw and hands went slack and his controller nearly fell to the floor.  The little man he had been moving was now lying on the ground in a heap, slowly turning transparent.

"Did you just…did you just kill me?!" he gaped, voice raising an octave.

"I-I didn’t mean to…" Imogen mumbled, mentally beating herself up over how she still didn’t have a hold on this game.  They’d been playing it for nearly three hours straight.  "I was just trying to grab the thing you told me to grab, but then the bad guys got in the way, and I…"

"—How the heck did you do that?!  I didn’t even think that was possible!” he continued to holler, staring at the TV screen, his expression in between emotionally wounded and gobsmacked.

[messagin-imogen-blog]

☼ :A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!"

The covers came off of Imogen's bed in one feel swoosh, and she felt a rush of cold air hit her bare legs.  Her eyes snapped wide open and scrambled to cover herself.

"H-H-Harrison?!  Wh-why-how did you get in my room?!"  There wasn't much ground in the question - Imogen forgot to lock her door almost on a nightly basis.

"Stop stalling!  Come on, come on, come on, we're gonna be late!"  He was hopping up and down like a child, and Imogen feared that if she didn't get dressed fast enough he might actually explode.  So she slid on a hoodie and grabbed some flip flops from under her bed before she raced out the door after him.

It was still dark outside.  They walked for at least five minutes, Harrison at least three feet ahead of her at all times, a spring in his step like he was radiating energy.  Imogen could already feel baby mosquito bites on her legs and chastised herself for not putting on pants underneath her nightgown.  But then they reached a clearing up high on a hill, and Harrison planted his butt down on the grass.  He patted the space next to him and flashed Imogen a thousand-watt smile.  When she sat down alongside and followed his gaze, she realized that the sun was just peeking over the horizon.  The sky was swirling with the most beautiful colors she had ever seen, all illuminated by the bright morning daylight.  She couldn't have asked for a more perfect sight.