The one person your character likes least is trying to be nice. The genuine, no strings attached kind of nice. Your character can't let themselves believe it. How does he/she react? Can the even try to act graitful? Or are they jumpy, waiting for the person's real plans to go into action?
I answered it! It was really fun to work with =)
Luca was sitting in his room reading a book for English class, when he heard someone walking towards him. He groaned inwardly. Had he left the door open again?
He looked up and saw Trace. Great, like he didn't feel like banging his head against a wall enough already, what with this stupid little book that made zero sense and his mind going crazy, trying not to count all the words in the sentences.
"Hey, Trace," he said, still peering down at the little book. What in the world does the word quidnunc mean, he wondered. Finally, he gave up trying to figure it out and glanced over at Trace. "What do you want?"
"Er, nothing," Trace said. "I just wanted to say that you're doing very well in training and-I'm proud of you."
Luca almost swallowed his tongue. Then he began to laugh. "Ha ha, very funny Trace. Who set you up this time?"
"What?" Trace had the heart to look embarrassed. "Um, nobody set me up. I- I really do mean it."
Luca had no idea what to say. Finally he just decided on the most simplistic reply. "Well, thank you. I guess." A compliment from Trace? Luca couldn't believe it. What had the world come to?
"You're welcome," Trace said. "I know...that we haven't always gotten on real well, and I just thought that it was time that I...made amends."
Amends? Who uses that word? Probably the person who wrote this book, Luca decided. Trace had probably written this book and given it to his English teacher just so Luca could suffer through it and get hopelessly confused and then die a slow and painful death. Yes, that sounded exactly like something Trace would do. "Yeah, well, good," Luca said finally. "That's very good, Trace."
"I'll see you this afternoon," Trace said.
Luca nodded. He wished Trace would say something rude so he could insult him, but...it didn't seem like that would be happening, which was unfortunate, because Luca had the perfect comeback ever, that was just aching to be used.
As Trace looked at Luca, it seemed like he was about to say something else, but then he just shook his head, and left.
Luca sighed. "Gosh, that was weird," he muttered to himself, and reluctantly went back to his reading.
Very nice but what happened between Trace and Luca?
Well, when Luca arrives at the agency for training (he and Trace are secret agents), Trace acts very arrogant and high and mighty, like he knows everything. He bosses Luca around a lot and later on in the story, Luca and Trace's girlfriend Avery become very good friends, which makes him angry. Trace just isn't very likable so not many people hang out with him. In a way, Avery is changed by Luca, and that's part of the reason she leaves Trace.
I haven't written this novel yet, so, I'm not exactly sure what went on between them, but it's going to be something along those lines. =)
So, I kind of (ish) don't understand these haha. Are we supposed to answer the questions on here, or in our book/writing?? (: Sorry for being so naive; I'm always full of questions. :)
Kara looked up to see Snake's muscular hand extended towards her. Calmly, Kara closed her black leather-bound book and stared at the tattoos decorating the dark hand.
"Can I help you?" Kara asked, disguising her voice with fake sweetness. She brushed a few loose strands of caramel brown hair out of her face. Snake just continued to stare down at her, his blue eyes gleaming in a sliver of sunlight.
"I'm here to make a truce."
"A truce? After everything you've done to compromise the mission, you want me to agree to a truce?"
"Look, Kara. I get we've had our differences and disagreements in the past. But you have to admit - after yesterday, we make a pretty good team." Snake smiled at Kara, his hand still extended toward her. After a few moments of silence he sighed. "Alright. Cut it out with the whole I'm-better-than-you-and-I'm-mad-that-your-idea-which-wasn't-part-of-the-plan-worked attitude. Everyone saw you yesterday. They all saw that you liked breaking the rules, and they saw how well we work together. So, let's make the truce. And we'll both be team leader." Snake's smile faltered as Kara began laughing. He lowered his hand into his pocket and glared at her. "What's so funny?" he hissed.
"Go to h*ll, Snake," Kara managed to say through her laughter. She quickly regained her composure and stared Snake dead in the eye. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but it won't work. I'm the leader here. Not you. Yeah, you're reckless idea worked, but that was the last time we'll listen to your idea. I will not have you ruin the mission." With one last hateful glare, Kara flipped Snake the bird and walked away.
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Jenna: Its just to get you to think in different ways then you do when you usually write. You can answer just on here or in your story though here you get an opinion
Awake_And_Alive: Very cool, thats exactly what I was looking for
Jade's eyebrows went up to her hairline when she saw Jeremiah enter the room. “What do you want, Jeremiah? Are you here to screw up my life again? If so, you can leave...now.” Jade's words were fierce and meant to intimidate Jeremiah. They did their job because he was slowly backing away, but a second later his shoulders straitened and his chin jutted out. “No, Jade. I don't understand what your problem is, but I haven't done anything to you. I want us to fix what we used to have. You used to love me, there is no way you just hate me now. I refuse to believe it!” Jeremiah sounded sad, desperate. But Jade wouldn't listen. “No? Do you want to explain to me why my sister died in your care? Why she was covered in bruises when I found her dying a mere foot away from you while you smelt of booze?! Go preach your lies to someone who believes them! Just because the jury doesn't think you're guilty, doesn't mean you aren't!” Jade's voice cracked and she pointed a shaky finger towards the door. “Get.Out.” Her eyes narrowed, a silent challenge when he wouldn't leave. Jeremiah grabbed the hand pointing to the door and twisted it. “I never said I didn't kill your sister! But you still love me! I know you do. Please, Jade. I love you.” Jade pushed him back fiercely, picking up the letter opener a few inches away. “If you know what's good for you, you'll leave.” She waved the sharp object, a silent, yet promising, threat to his life.
Very good but it seems more like he's harassing her not really being nice
He's on the crazy side, but in his mind he's being sincere and trying to regain her 'love'
It was, after all, a perfect day. Not like the cliche sunshiny blue summer, but a morning of that quietly beautiful sort which comes only once in a while. Maya sat back in her roller chair and sighed as she pulled a dark strand of hair out of her face. Thanks, God. I honestly don't think anything could mess this up.
At that precise moment the door opened and Satan himself came waltzing in. At least, the blond petite version of Satan. Ashley padded across the office and gave Maya the Lucifer Smirk. Maya's heart sank. It was Tuesday. Freaking Tuesday. She'd completely forgotten the little Heart to Heart sessions the company had made mandatory a few months ago...managers now descended from on high to discuss work efficiency with their inferiors every Tuesday. The truly clueless executive who'd come up with that had claimed these meetings would improve workplace relationships. Yeah, whatever, Brad. Thanks so much for that genius concept, Maya thought as her manager approached.
"So Maya." Ashley tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes like a demented butterfly.
"I really wanted to talk about something that's been bothering me. You and I...we've gotten off on the wrong foot, wouldn't you say?"
Oh, I would say that and much more, ditz, Maya mentally replied, remembering the cold, supercilious treatment she'd recieved from this creature since she'd started work with AdTech. The woman had done everything humanly (or perhaps inhumanly) possible to ruin Maya's accounting career, from falsifying records to accusing Maya of stealing from company funds. It was a miracle neither of them had been fired...yet.
All of this flashed through her head as she stared blankly at her manager.
"Uh...yes, I would agree with that, Ashley."
Was it the desk lighting or were those snake green eyes softer than usual?
"Maya, I wanted to apologize. I'm not a bad person, really, but I'm afraid I've been rather a, hmm, female canine to you. So I would like to use this meeting constructively and make a peace treaty. No hard feelings?" And the blonde extended a manicured hand across the oceanic desk between them.
Did she become Mother Teresa over the weekend? Good Lord, please help me here, I know not what guises evil takes, Maya prayed. She discreetly pinched herself and blinked. The hand was still there. With a feeling of utter surreality, Maya reached out and grasped it, meeting Ashley's eyes as she did so.
Ashley gave a slight start, seemingly surprised by Maya's response. She recovered quickly and beamed a thousand-watt smile.
"Great! Thanks so much for understanding. Now we can be friends."
And she twitched out the door, back to the exceedingly overheated and evil place from whence she came.
Maya sat back, vaguely stunned. Today was still...perfect. And...dare she say this- tomorrow was looking better.