#hs.writing task 02

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HS WRITING TASK #02: stranded

for our next writing task, we're going to pair up characters and leave them stranded together at an airport. flight canceled. weather delay. missed connection. overnight layover. however you get there, your characters are unexpectedly stuck together and have to figure out how to interact and survive the situation.

if you'd like to participate, please reply to this post with the characters you'd be interested in using. you can use one or all of your muses, but please be realistic about how much time you think you’ll be able to commit. we'll pair everyone up (and do a little rp magic as needed, regardless of where characters live or travel from).

once pairs are announced, you'll have approximately 3 weeks to write your thread together. there are no requirements for length. simply communicate with your partner and write until you both feel the interaction has reached a natural ending. our hope is that this gives people an opportunity to explore new dynamics and write with characters they may not normally cross paths with!

sign-ups will remain open until wednesday, july 1st so we can get the ball rolling.

[g3nerational]

AIRPORT   WOES   WITH   @dcddydomx

a   canceled   flight   making   what   was   supposed   to   be   a   short   two-hour   layover   into   what   was   now   an   overnight   one?   laguardia   would   never   do   him   so   dirty.   then   again,   maybe   it   would.   regardless,   that   did   nothing   to   change   the   fact   that   max   was   more   than   happy   to   complain   about   it   to   anyone   unfortunate   enough   to   be   wearing   a   name   tag   on   their   shirts.   a   fruitless   effort,   but   he   didn’t   really   expect   any   different.   there   were   some   people   who   just   genuinely   enjoyed   complaining.   and   make   no   mistake,   max   was   definitely   one   of   those   people.

but   unfortunately   for   him,   and   try   as   he   might,   he   couldn’t   do   that   all   day.   when   he   finally   said   all   that   he   could,   max   decided   to   turn   around   from   the   desk   and   make   his   way   back   over   to   the   terminal   to   at   least   give   his   dying   phone   a   charge.   big   mistake.   for   no   other   reason   than   the   fact   that   it   seemed   like   the   entire   country   was   visiting   this   specific   airport   at   this   specific   time.   the   place   was   as   crowded   as   midtown   in   manhattan   during   christmas.   after   walking   for   a   good   half   hour,   he   finally   spotted   an   empty   charger   …   only   he   wasn’t   alone   in   the   pursuit.   just   as   he   went   to   plug-in   his   dying   phone,   another   hand   was   reaching   over   to   do   the   same.   a   heavily   tattooed   hand.   “no   way,   i   was   here   first.”   he   called   out   instinctively,   not   even   bothering   to   look   up   at   oh   he   was   talking   to.   but   when   he   finally   did   look   up   a   few   seconds   later,   that’s   when   the   sight   of   dominic   mysterio   —   unexpected   as   there   was   —   truly   hit   him.   “…   fuck.”   he   muttered   underneath   his   breath,   still   holding   onto   the   charger   for   dear   life.

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HS WRITING TASK #02: stranded

pairings are officially here!

for this task, your muses are stranded together at an airport — flight delay, canceled connection, weather issue, overnight layover, missed flight, whatever works best for your thread. feel free to set the scene and timeline however you and your partner would like. get creative!

there is no set reply count or length requirement. just communicate with your partner and write until you both feel the thread has reached a natural ending.

please use the tag #hs.writing task 02 task “due” date: july 24

pairings:

@izzidamez x @cr0wnedprince

@he1lhound x @monecollector

@hcngman x @greygraps

@pr3ttyleopard x @mcllypocket

@44ca1lbre x @barbietimes

@murdermachin3 x @hcrleyccmeron

@zwanzz x @remich4r

@cantbreakborne x @skyexbyee

@youngpunked x @heirofdiesel

@thcangel x @headsh0ts

@g3nerational x @dcddydomx

@w3ntz x @glitzglamx

if we accidentally missed anyone, or things changed and you need to adjust, please communicate with us/your partner!

[greygraps]

bad weather blues

@hcngman

Peyton watched screen with her flight number glow with the same red letters Delayed 2 hours as if it were mocking her. She knew that no one was to blame and that these things just happened sometime but on a day where she was particularly anxious to get back to her own bed, it sucked all the same. With a deep sigh, she finally decided to stop torturing herself and grabbed her suitcase with one hand rolling it away towards the seats while texting Madi about the flight delay since they had planned on grabbing drinks as soon as they landed. She was mid text and not paying attention which is why she crashed right into someone. She had dropped her phone and stumbled a bit but immediately started apologizing, "Holy shit, I'm so sorry. I wasn't even looking. Are you okay?" She looked up at the body in front of her and her mouth almost joined her phone on the floor. It was none of other than Hangman Adam Page, one of many wrestlers that she was personally a fan of. Her brain scrambled and pleaded with her to not make it weird, he's just a person and you're also a fellow wrestler. Don't be a dweeb. She blinked a few times and asked stupidly, "Hangman??" even though she knew that it was.

[barbietimes]

where’s my flight?! • @44ca1lbre

airports are basically a wrestler’s second home. there’s certain ones that tiff already knows where the best coffee is or the best pre flight snack is located. the orlando airport is that place for the blonde. minding her own business per usual, tiffany was listening to her music, getting mentally prepared to go on yet another trip. the natural chaos of the room always made her feel slightly anxious and with nervous people around due their own personal reasons… she needed to guard her positive energy to herself. but fate had other plans.

the weather outside wasn’t actually a invitation to fly; sooner or later, that negative omen was going to manifest itself. and the sooner arrived. a man frantically cursing to himself sat just 2 seats next to the wrestler. the blonde couldn’t help but look as she was caught by surprise with the sudden appearance of the male. he looked upset… really upset. despite her “mind your business” attitude she was also a bit of a gossip. “crazy weather outside, am i right?”, she softly said, trying to make small talk but also know what was happening.

[zwanzz]

@remich4r ✈️

another crack of lightning rattled the large windows facing the runway and sure enough, the message across the board flipped from ‘delayed’ to ‘cancelled’. there was a resounding groan from those who lingered around the gate, but lukas merely shrugged. he seemed far too comfortable and had already been drifting from one topic to the next for probably longer than he realized, whether or not his colleague was engaging.

truthfully, the only concern that crossed his mind was one he voiced immediately to remi, asking “is beatrice going to be okay?” completely unaffected by the situation otherwise, he reached for the overstuffed backpack at his feet. “...well,” he started, digging through while a portable charger, a pair of headphones, and an unopened pack of gum found their way onto the floor. finally, he reached his sticker-clad laptop. “good news! i brought controllers.”

[cr0wnedprince]

@izzidamez ✈️

“can’t you check that there’s another flight?” callum’s voice was increasingly agitated as he spoke with the airline agent, though the frustration wasn’t directed at them but rather the situation. the few hours of sleep in the last few days was likely no help either. “a bus? a train? …random car??” it was borderline panic before he resigned to running a hand down his face in defeat and stepping away from the counter. it was all catching up with him at once; atlas and all his needs, worrying about holland and what he was leaving behind for the g1, all the events that unfolded in the past week… try as hard as he might to keep levelheaded, it was weighing heavily on him. perhaps it was a sign from god to forfeit this tournament and call it quits.

“any word from holland recently?” he appeared back at izzi’s side, who was unfortunately stuck with him in the predicament. it was hard to say which of them was more over it. callum panicking after not hearing back from holland after two whole minutes was probably doing nothing to help the woman’s patience. “fuck this. want a drink?”

[youngpunked]

he was upset, disgruntled at the fact that he was now stuck in this airport without any estimation of when the delayed flight would take off. a canceled connecting flight was having to be replaced with another, and who knew how long he’d be stuck there. zack grabbed his phone after sulking down in a chair and tried to sit comfortably, texting his girlfriend and letting her know his arrival would be somewhat late. a dent in their plans, but it was nothing that they wouldn't be able to make up for.

just then, he noticed someone else sitting next to him. she too seemed to be just as annoyed as she was, and familiarity began to dip back into his mind. "o... phelia? right?" his brow raised. "you get delayed too?"

@heirofdiesel