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im so bored im gonna post a snippet of a character scene everyone hold onto ur socks

#i also have the desire to write but i dont want toooo so maybe this will help me #lilyrambles #writing #scene writing

So I wrote a little for my tf fic, its just a teeny scene. But ye basically little sneak peak of what the fic could be like. Hope you enjoy. :> "Sparking a Flame"

Shatterframe notes the silence in his hab which should normally make him feel at ease. For once, he has quiet, for once he was left alone and yet it leaves him with an eerie feeling like something is utterly wrong. At first, he simply chalks it up to him having grown too accustomed to always having either Ethos or Splitscreen around. But the restlessness won’t leave him even after the 4th day in a row. Shatter begins to take a look around. He knows Splitscreen isn’t on a mission, and she isn’t in the medbay either. No one seems to have seen her, which isn’t too strange as her standing with the other Autobots has taken a toll as of late. The rumors he heard on the other hand and the downright sneers he gets when he says her designation are not though. His pedesteps start to pick up, with a nervous energy surrounding him now as he scans corridors and rooms. The base's security system says she is on base and yet Splitscreen is nowhere she normally would be. She doesn’t react to his repeated pings either. Shatterframe is starting to run out of options.

At long last he finds her sitting in the dark cargo bay, seemingly hiding away from prying judgmental optics. As he steps closer he calls out to her but Splitscreen shows no sign of reacting to his presence. He crosses his arms, his fingertips tapping away in an annoyed nervous gesture. Shatter groans in frustration, crouching in front of Splitscreen.

„You gonna tell me why you are sitting in a dark cargo bay all by yourself while nobody knows where you are or do I have to drag the answer out of you?”

He had already noticed that Splitscreen would become quiet when she wasn’t around the other Autobots. Like a pretense that suddenly was no longer needed and fell away leaving something less behind. A stark contrast to the bubbly and talkative way she used to be. It left him feeling uneasy, prompting him to question her change in behavior. She fiddles with something: a small flask and a metal wire building a weird contraption around it. After some further observation he noticed the flask contains Energon, much to his surprise and concern.

He watches her for a few kliks trying to figure out what it is she is making before giving up and simply asking. She still doesn’t provide him with an answer and continues to ignore his presence, too focused on her task. He sighs and moves himself to more comfortably sit against the wall he propped himself up against. At this point, Shatterframe resigned himself to wait for Splitscreen to come out of whatever trance that has currently befallen her. He goes back to watching her servos work on the thing she is building. Surprisingly nimble and delicate claw tips bend and shape wires to form a cuboid or a cylinder? It’s too dark for Shatter to clearly see the only light source being their optics and the small Energon flask. She further bends short wires from each corner towards the center of the structure, placing the flask in the middle around it holding it in place. When she is done she checks over her strange design, testing its give. After she is seemingly satisfied, she puts it down in her lap with her second pair of arms already shuffling through her subspace in search for something. Intrigued, Shatter raises an optic ridge wondering what else she needs to finish whatever it is she is building. He neither comments on her behavior nor the morbidly weird apparatus she is currently creating.

He watches her as she is pulling a thin long metal box out of her subspace and opening it as she touches whatever lies inside and makes a soft crinkly sound. His Optics narrowed as he tries to place what object could make this kind of sound and would make sense to be used as a next step in the build. As Shatter is squinting harder, lost in his thought he hears more pronounced rustling. Some sort of paper he deduces as he catches Splitscreen now watching him shaking the paper back and forth as if she had noticed his struggle and wants to give him a hint. He rolls his optics scoffing and turns away in mock offense. Splitscreen simply continues with her craft placing the paper carefully over the wires attaching it with some sort of adhesive. With his attention back on the contraption, he returns to observing Splitscreen working, taping more pieces of paper over the structure while filling in the gaps. The paper now completely engulfs the wire structure safe for the underside, the small light of the Energon flask barely shining through its transparent paper walls.

“A lamp?”, he questions silently. His optical ridges furrow together confused, trying to think of reasons why Splitscreen would build a lamp. She holds out the cylinder shaped lamp thing towards Shatter for him to take, he hesitantly takes it in his servos, holding it and examining it closely as if to understand it. Splitscreen reaches with one servo to stop Shatter from turning the thing while using the other to click a lighter to life, holding it under the contraption. He witnesses as the paper walls slowly fluff out, the heat seemingly expanding it. Shatter notes that the whole contraption begins to feel lighter and when he lets go, it starts hovering in his servos. The corner they are sitting in is bathed in a warm glow while he watches the cylinder bounce between his servos. All too soon, the lighter clicks off and once again the darkness of the cargo bay returns.

#o.m.h.a.f.s #fic bit #scene writing #transformers au #maccadam #tf oc #tf oc shatterframe #tf oc splitscreen #writing

I’m not a character-first writer or a plot-first writer. I’m a “wet pavement at night” writer. unfortunately my novel contains human interaction

#novel writing #writing dialogue #character dialogue #scene writing #atmospheric writing

Writing a Scene

What needs to take place? Who needs to be in the scene? Where could the scene take place? Whats the most surprising thing that could happen in the scene?

Character's internal states at the start: Character's internal states at the end:

Character's external states at the start: Character's external states at the end:

Brainstorm ways to tell the scene: Interesting settings: Interesting people: Interesting objects:

What's the worst that would happen if this scene were omitted?

#writeblr #writing help #scene help #scene writing #writer

Building Scenes with Momentum, Clarity, and Emotional Cause-and-Effect

#screenwriting #film #television #movie #scene writing

• Forgive, but never forget.

Maim gives Zachary a Reality_ check (pun intended) after he catches him almost relapsing into old habits.

(This is meant to be a stress reliever/vent) (This is also mainly dialogue)

#sonas of ego #scene writing #writing #oc writing #text post #oc #original character #original characters #vent writing

Unwritten : Scene #1

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Meet the first character : Laveyn ♥

Narrator with a British voice :

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 "𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒" 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 26 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 , 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 "𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡" 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑇, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 , 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 "𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑢𝑠". 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑐𝑦.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑁𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 - 𝑁𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝐼, 𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑔. 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐴ℎ 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑂𝑐𝑡 31𝑠𝑡 , 2145. 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, " 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ."

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛, 𝑊ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 "𝐻𝐴ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝐻𝐴𝑘𝑗𝑠𝑘𝑑𝑗𝑓𝑒𝑘𝑛𝑓𝑗𝑘𝑤𝑗𝑔𝑘𝑙𝑓𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑗𝑛𝑗"... 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘3𝑠 𝑑𝑢3 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 3𝑥𝑡3𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣3𝑙𝑦 *

𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛...

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦. 𝐴𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡.

𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, "𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎! 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑧 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛-𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙 506." 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑒ℎ 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛 : "𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦'𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘. "

"𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛, 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛, 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛" 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘.

𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛 : 𝐴ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦. "𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡. 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤? "

𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 : "" 𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑦𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠.

*𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠*

𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑛-ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡.

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