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Tweak says, "Follow the butterflies..."

Krystle Harrison (omggirlonthenet) wrote in memebells,
@ 2012-01-13 20:23:00

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[rated] nc17, [rated] pg-13, [rated] r, [type] choices, [type] crack, [type] dark, [type] fluff, [type] memories, [type] serious, [warning] possible triggers

Good Ending/Bad Ending meme
Do you get a happily ever after? Or a 'Rocks fall, everyone dies'? Why not both?

* Post your characters and set up two scenes. One with an ideal setting (They got what they always wanted, hit it big, became rich and famous, etc.) and one with a bad twist of events (They're homeless, everyone hates them, maybe they're even dying!).
* Others respond to one of the two settings (Or both in different comments, if they want!)
* Respond.
* ???
* Profit!!!

Just remember: no ending is set in stone, good endings can turn sour, and bad endings can be made better. Just see where it takes you and enjoy the ride!

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Clopin Trouillefou ஐ Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame ஐ OTA

topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-15 01:20 am UTC (link)

Good Ending

He had never thought it was possible, but it had happened. Frollo was dead, the corruption in the justice system collapsed, and white Parisians were actually accepting the gypsies and even Quasimodo as humans, just as worthy of love and trust as everyone else. There was no need for a gypsy king anymore. Everyone was safe. He would remain king just because his people remained loyal to him, but he had a feeling that his title would die with him.

He was sitting on the roof of a bakery, letting the smell of bread and sugar waft past, and playing a happy tune on his fiddle while the children and some starry-eyed couples danced on the street, rejoicing at the beautiful day and Paris's prosperity.

Bad Ending

He had always known he would die, but he had never dared to think that...

All the gypsies. All of them. The Court of Miracles had been captured. It was a bloodbath. Clopin wasn't sure how many survived, if any. He just knew that was in the dungeon of the Palace of Justice, collapsed on the damp floor of his cell after yet another brutal lashing. Ridges as big as his little finger were raised on his back and blood kept his skin wet and sticky. His ribs jutted out under his skin and his battered body cried out for some kind of sustenance, but he had grown numb to the pain of his flesh and the pain in his heart had become just a constant ache. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, but it had to be long if he had gotten so accustomed to his own suffering.

He didn't know what they'd do to him. Burn him? Behead him? Blind and mutilate him before exiling him from France? Whatever they planned, he hoped they'd do it fast. He'd never felt so tired in his life.

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Bad ending

prettylilbunny
2012-01-15 07:01 am UTC (link)

There was a low whippoorwill-call of a whistle, and another a moment later, and a patient silence, apparently waiting for a response. When none was immediately forthcoming, there was another whistle, somehow more insistent while still sounding like a bird-call to the untrained ear.

The gypsies may have been captured, but they had friends in high places, or low places, as the case may be, the Assassins chief among them. The two tribes had been allies for generations, at least half as long as anyone could remember, and a purge like the gypsies had suffered wouldn't go unnoticed, nor unavenged.

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topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-15 07:25 am UTC (link)

It took him a moment to gather his strength before he weakly raised his head from the ground. The call... was it really what he thought it was, or just a bird?

He hardly had the moisture to wet his lips, but he did the best he could, then gave an answering whistle. His whistles were usually melodic and cheerful even in the darkest of times, but now? It's just a hoarse whisper.

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prettylilbunny
2012-01-15 07:36 am UTC (link)

It was good enough for her, she was able to pinpoint him at least, and the whistle that followed was a quick 'yoo-hoo' of a sound.

It was a few minutes more before the scratching started, too steady and too determined to be a rat, and not long after before the drain grate was lifted away from its hinges, a slight young woman wriggling her way through and into his cell, giving a bow once she'd done so, "Your highness, they say you've an appointment with the guillotine in the morning, but I'm afraid you're going to have to miss it."

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topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-15 07:43 am UTC (link)

He looked a mess, especially with his bare blood-soaked back out with lash marks crisscrossing existing scars, but his appearance was the last thing on his mind. He let out a soft, hoarse laugh, clenching his fists on the ground. "Ah, what a pity. I'm sure it will be quite disappointed, but what can you do?"

A joke, as usual. It was always jokes with him, even in the depths of despair.

He struggled to sit up, but he could barely manage it. He wouldn't be able to run through the draining on his own, and he knew it.

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prettylilbunny
2012-01-15 08:16 am UTC (link)

"We'll just have to make do, won't we?" She replied, stooping back to the drain to pull a bundle through, "How often do they come back for you?" She asked, already unwrapping the oilcloth from around its contents, "Because if I'm going to work a miracle here I'm going to need a little bit of time to do so."

The first thing that she shook out of the bundle was a tunic, passing it over to him, "Not the luxury you're used to here, I know, but we all have to make sacrifices."

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topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-15 01:53 pm UTC (link)

He took the tunic in hand. It was a bit of a struggle to put it on since it hurt like hell to raise his arms, but he didn't make a sound to indicate his discomfort. "Well, I suppose I will have to make do with this, but really, I'd expect better. I've gotten accustomed to the high living standards here, you know."

He eyed her bundle with muted curiosity. It didn't feel real, that he was getting saved. It was entirely possible he was hallucinating this. "I have no way to keep time here, mademoiselle. They're finished with me for now and won't come back until they think I can survive another lashing, if that helps at all."

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prettylilbunny
2012-01-15 07:12 pm UTC (link)

"Then we'll simply have to move quickly." She said, giving a short nod. And move quickly she did, finishing unwrapping the bundle, nudging him gently out of the way so that she could shake ashes out of a waterskin, nudging them here and there into a roughly human silhouette.

That done, she dusted her hands, rolling the oilcloth back up and tucking it back down into the drain, replacing the grate once she'd done so, "We've been working on getting your lot out of here for the past few days, slow going, and we've lost more than we should have." Her voice was quiet, tone conversational as she worked a lockpick out of the end of her braid, setting to work on the lock to his cell as she did so, "You're one of the last still here, we shouldn't have to make another run tomorrow."

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	topsyturvygypsy 2012-01-15 08:38 pm UTC (link)
	He was about to say something grateful--I'm forever in your debt, thank you, I'll do everything in my power to see them avenged--but the words catch in his throat when he realizes... "There were other survivors?" That was all that was in him. No feeling. No thought. Just one niggling hope: that some of his people had really gotten out alive. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

prettylilbunny
2012-01-15 08:53 pm UTC (link)

"A few." She replied, "No more than a handful, those that made it out of the fire, or were elsewhere at the time." And not all of them had survived Justice as well as he had, though the ones that had were being spirited away the same as he was. This was a concentrated, cooperative effort, something that had been planned and re-planned until they knew they could do it without getting caught.

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	topsyturvygypsy 2012-01-15 09:04 pm UTC (link)
	He couldn't formulate a response. He barely had the strength to remain in a sitting position; he couldn't process this. He couldn't dredge up his broken hopes at the idea that there were even a few left. "I..." He couldn't. He couldn't say anything. He was too tired, and he was too weak. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	prettylilbunny 2012-01-15 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Your highness, you have to stay with me." She said, tone gone just a little sharp, "You won't be any good to the ones that are left if you don't stay together starting now. Do you understand me?" She herself was only half gypsy, on her mother's side, but she had the same fire to her that her mother's people were, she wasn't about to let him slip away, not now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	topsyturvygypsy 2012-01-15 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes. Of course." He scrubbed his face with his hands, forcing his mind back into motion. Escape. That's all he can think about right now. Escape. "Yes. Tell me when you have the lock picked and I'll follow." He'd make himself follow, even if his legs collapsed under him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

... 'her mother's people were -known for-', use all the words next time, self. -

prettylilbunny, 2012-01-16 01:18 am UTC