THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: It was a gloomy day on Kuraigana Island The sun was up, but it wasn't even visible through the thick fog that enveloped the island this day. It was the sort of day where even a skeptical person might believe the spirits would come out. In short, it was exactly the sort of day one would expect Perona to be outside, basking in the beauty of the scenery.
But she wasn't.
Instead, she was inside, holed up in the room that she had staked out as hers. Thankfully, Mihawk, the castle's rightful owner, hadn't objected.
Why was she inside on such a glorious day? The answer could be seen by the multitudes of fabric strewn about the room; over the bed, over top of her stuffed animals, hanging off the top of the closet door, and most importantly, draped over a mannequin. There was a picture hanging nearby, one that Perona had painstakingly drawn herself, of a dress. It was the dress she was trying to make.
"How is this supposed to work?" she said, exasperated with her progress. She looked over towards Bearsy- the stuffed animal, not the zombie- that was sitting on top of her bed nearby... but naturally, no response was forthcoming. So she continued herself. "They never told me it would be this hard! I have to cut the fabric just right, and sew it just right, and there aren't even instructions on how to put it all together!" Gone were the days when she could just order a servant or zombie to do it for her; this was hard work that she needed to do herself, and she was fed up with it!
She threw the scissors off to the side, and then threw herself onto the bed. She pounded her fists onto the bed for a short while, while whining, "This isn't fair! This is too hard for one girl!" Of course, she gave up after a minute. After all, it's not like anybody was around to hear her, and it didn't really make her feel any better about it herself.
But what could she do about it? Those idiot swordsmen were too busy training to take her to a decent island to shop or commission clothes. (Normally, she wouldn't consider Mihawk to be an idiot, but when she was exasperated and he was partly at fault, he fell into the same category as Zoro.)
And she didn't have any servants to force into doing it. She wasn't sure why Mihawk, the world's most famous swordsman and a member of the Royal Shichibukai, wouldn't prefer to be waited on hand and foot... but she couldn't force him to hire any servants. He would probably kill the unwanted help, if the apes that inhabited the outer reaches of the island didn't get to them first.
Though... it was true she didn't have any servants, it wasn't true that she didn't have anybody to make help her. With that thought, a small smile crossed her face. She sat up, giggled with a small "Horohorohoro," and then got into a comfortable position on the bed. Keeping her body comfortable was important, after all. It would sit in the same position until her hollow came back. In a moment, she released her inner hollow... her spirit, her soul, her astral projection, whatever you wanted to call it.
Free from her body, she floated through the castle's walls, floors, and ceilings, looking for the only other two to call the place "home." Kitchen, no. Bathroom, no. Main hall.... there they were, coming in from their morning training. She floated down from the ceiling towards the mass of green hair and the other figure with a giant sword.
Zoro and Mihawk both watched her as she floated down, stopping about a foot over the floor in front of them. "There you two are," she said, crossing her arms. "Do you have any idea how long I was searching for you?" Although she made it seem like she had been searching for a while, and she certainly did seem to be blaming them even though they had no reason to be blamed, the truth was she had been searching for less than a few minutes.
It was Mihawk who replied first. "I thought you were making yourself a dress today."
Zoro was next. With a scoff, he added, "And here I thought I'd finally have a day where you wouldn't bother me."
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Date: 2010-12-12 05:31 am (UTC)But she wasn't.
Instead, she was inside, holed up in the room that she had staked out as hers. Thankfully, Mihawk, the castle's rightful owner, hadn't objected.
Why was she inside on such a glorious day? The answer could be seen by the multitudes of fabric strewn about the room; over the bed, over top of her stuffed animals, hanging off the top of the closet door, and most importantly, draped over a mannequin. There was a picture hanging nearby, one that Perona had painstakingly drawn herself, of a dress. It was the dress she was trying to make.
"How is this supposed to work?" she said, exasperated with her progress. She looked over towards Bearsy- the stuffed animal, not the zombie- that was sitting on top of her bed nearby... but naturally, no response was forthcoming. So she continued herself. "They never told me it would be this hard! I have to cut the fabric just right, and sew it just right, and there aren't even instructions on how to put it all together!" Gone were the days when she could just order a servant or zombie to do it for her; this was hard work that she needed to do herself, and she was fed up with it!
She threw the scissors off to the side, and then threw herself onto the bed. She pounded her fists onto the bed for a short while, while whining, "This isn't fair! This is too hard for one girl!" Of course, she gave up after a minute. After all, it's not like anybody was around to hear her, and it didn't really make her feel any better about it herself.
But what could she do about it? Those idiot swordsmen were too busy training to take her to a decent island to shop or commission clothes. (Normally, she wouldn't consider Mihawk to be an idiot, but when she was exasperated and he was partly at fault, he fell into the same category as Zoro.)
And she didn't have any servants to force into doing it. She wasn't sure why Mihawk, the world's most famous swordsman and a member of the Royal Shichibukai, wouldn't prefer to be waited on hand and foot... but she couldn't force him to hire any servants. He would probably kill the unwanted help, if the apes that inhabited the outer reaches of the island didn't get to them first.
Though... it was true she didn't have any servants, it wasn't true that she didn't have anybody to make help her. With that thought, a small smile crossed her face. She sat up, giggled with a small "Horohorohoro," and then got into a comfortable position on the bed. Keeping her body comfortable was important, after all. It would sit in the same position until her hollow came back. In a moment, she released her inner hollow... her spirit, her soul, her astral projection, whatever you wanted to call it.
Free from her body, she floated through the castle's walls, floors, and ceilings, looking for the only other two to call the place "home." Kitchen, no. Bathroom, no. Main hall.... there they were, coming in from their morning training. She floated down from the ceiling towards the mass of green hair and the other figure with a giant sword.
Zoro and Mihawk both watched her as she floated down, stopping about a foot over the floor in front of them. "There you two are," she said, crossing her arms. "Do you have any idea how long I was searching for you?" Although she made it seem like she had been searching for a while, and she certainly did seem to be blaming them even though they had no reason to be blamed, the truth was she had been searching for less than a few minutes.
It was Mihawk who replied first. "I thought you were making yourself a dress today."
Zoro was next. With a scoff, he added, "And here I thought I'd finally have a day where you wouldn't bother me."