#oopsprompts

[trek-tracks]

He will not

[thebitcherwitcher]

The Witcher as told by oopsprompts

[vanidrabbles]

Ezreal: “I’ve connected the dots!”

Kayn: “There are only two dots, you drew them right next to each other, and they don’t mean anything.”

[trek-tracks]

No Refunds

[amarantine-amirite]

Wanted for Something

“So, Cath,” the interviewer began, “tell me a little about yourself”

Cath was a tiny bit nervous. She was still getting used to what a college interview actually was. She had worked herself up into think the guy interviewing her would be some high ranking admission director. That wasn’t how it worked. There are simply too many prospective students applying to colleges for them all to be interviewed by an admission director. Instead, the interviewers were students, typically third years on up; and the interviews weren’t done in an office. Many of the prospective students doing their college interviews were packed into a crowded, noisy (not to mention still under construction) gymnasium and multiple one on one interviews were being held simultaneously. The interviews were only about 5 minutes each. It was like speed dating, except speed dating didn’t require straight A’s.

“I, uh,” Cath began tentatively, “I am a smart, hardworking individual who’s also a strong people person.” She was still getting used to the change of scene. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, but the reality of her situation was just so far removed from what she’d pictured that she couldn’t wrap her head around it. “I’d flourish at this school because I can make friends easily while also being able to handle the workload.”

“OK, good” the interviewer began. “Your response time is a little slow, but we’re still making good time.” He continued on with Cath’s interview. “So, what are your hobbies?”

Cath jumped at the question, ready to answer. "I love the law and doing legal things like not trespassing and, uh, eating sandwiches." she said, excitedly. Sure, she was confident in her response now, but she’d probably regret saying it in a few hours. “Weird” the interviewer said in response, “but cool.” He had probably heard weirder things than that.

Before he could ask Cath to elaborate on what she had just said, his phone rang; forcing him to divert his attention. The phone call seemed inconsequential, but it was a plot twist in Cath’s life that nobody would have seen coming.

Cath was trying to think of what to say next, when the interviewer asked her more questions. She was thinking about how to talk about how being kicked off the track team for not getting liposuction made her a stronger person. She should have been thinking about what she would say during an interrogation. She didn’t know it, but she had accidentally committed some crime while she was asleep. They’d tried to arrest her before, but couldn’t. Apparently, trying to read her her rights over the phone and expect her to go into the police station on her own accord totally did not work. Every single law enforcement officer in the state had been looking for her ever since. Yet, despite her infamy, Cath was oblivious. She had no idea that she did anything wrong, let alone that she was wanted for anything.

“Yep, chief” he said, “it’s her. It’s Cathryn Joffrey.”

As Cath sat there, mulling over her thoughts, the phone call continued. Her life, as she knew it, would take a turn for the worse. “You have no idea how many bench warrants this Cath has” the interviewer continued, “you’d think she’d fallen out of a cartoon or something.”

Soon, the phone call was over. The interviewer (who, unbeknownst to Cath, was actually an undercover cop) then began speaking to Cath again. What he said shocked her to the core: “Cath, come with me.” he said.

Cath was confused. “Why?” she asked.

“Your name is Cathryn Joffrey, is it not?” he replied

Now Cath was really flummoxed “What?” she replied. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“Well, Cathryn Joffrey,” the undercover cop said, “you are under arrest.” He then proceed to read Cath her rights. “You have the right to remain silent...”

As the cop proceeded to read the Miranda warning to Cath, she tuned everything out. The poor thing was so not expecting to be arrested for something that she had no memory of doing. Poor Cath was so frightened she didn’t know what to do. In fact, she passed out from fright before she could even be handcuffed.

@oopsprompts

[trinblom-ocs]

Mackenzie: I’ve never killed someone before.

Damon: You get used to it.

[trinblom-ocs]

Drake: We can resolve this without any unnecessary bloodshed.

Damon: But I like unnecessary bloodshed.

[trinblom-ocs]

Benvolio: I need an adult.

Will: You’re 25.

Benvolio: I need a better adult.