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xemplifiedmod ([info]xemplifiedmod) wrote,
@ 2010-02-02 11:41:00

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Entry tags:application, applications, profiles, scenarios

Application Scenarios;
The following are scenarios used for applications. Please do not use without permission of the original writers. Thanks.

Scenario One: Adult/Resident.
It was days like today that made her wonder what the world was coming to. No one in the immediate area knew she was a mutant, but she could feel the contempt for mutants as everyone discussed this or that which happened to involve a mutant youth. It was almost enough to make her want to turn over a table, crush a car, implode a school bus. But Gloria didn't do that. Instead, she sat quietly and ate her lunch as if she were just like the sheep that surrounded her, oblivious to the goings-on of the world.

A man to her left sputtered out hateful words about mutation and, as soon as she heard them, the salt shaker in front of Risqué quivered. She tried to hide it, tried to ignore the words, but it shook even more violently and began to slide slowly across the table. The young woman clenched her jaw together as she sat her hamburger aside and willed the gravitons inside to stop their dancing. The sheep didn't seem to notice the dancing shaker and, eventually, it did stop, but not before it had gained enough momentum to slide itself clear of the table. Gloria simply put a hand across her eyes and waited for the sound of the glass breaking.


Scenario Two: Student.
Instead of following most of the other residents out into town on a Friday night, Serah settled onto a bench in the front courtyard and took to writing in her journal. Yes, she did have to bundle up a bit for the drop in temperature, but she could handle it. Her heart wasn't into it. Shopping just wasn't her favorite activity. Yes, she liked going out to the theater, but she had to be mindful of her cash and she couldn't always go when everyone else did.

Serah flipped a page in her journal and continued to write down these thoughts and feelings, her fingers starting to grow numb even in her nice warm gloves. Eventually, she would need to go inside and warm up because it wasn't good for her to sit outside like this in the dark. She liked writing in the courtyard though. It wasn't usually very busy and she could watch and observe people from a distance without looking like a freak. Serah loved to observe and see how people would act when they interacted with each other. "Hey," she finally called out to someone that was stepping outside from the main house, "Watch out for snowballs! Somebody's been tossing them from somewhere!"


Scenario Three: X-Man.
Emma's eyes scanned a room that she had no clue existed before. Well, she did as it was in all her floor plans, but she'd never actually entered it as it hadn't appealed to her before. Yes, it had all kinds of neat little equipment inside, but electronics didn't always appeal to her. Oh, she had a knack for all things electric - she knew how to use them to their fullest, but she paid no mind to them if they weren't in her way. Her fingers trailed down the edge of a table that stood in the very center and she pressed a button. The center of the table sprung to life and began cycling through different three-dimensional images as if in a diagnostic mode. The woman was entirely focused on it, running her fingers through the images as others moved through the door. "Oh, darling," she purred as she swirled the images around with her fingertips, "Where did we acquire such lovely technology?"


Scenario Four: Teacher.
It wasn't as if Connie and Jake came home late on purpose. Oh, well, maybe they did. What fun were rules if you didn't break them every so often? These two seemed to do it a lot more than just "often." They were skillful, quiet. They pair knew how to get in and out with the minimum amount of noise, but tonight was different. Tonight they'd had just a little too much to drink. Sliding open the window that they had disarmed was a breeze, but climbing through it? That was a different story. Connie managed to make it through pretty easily, but Jake tumbled down onto the hardwood floor with a giant thud. They had to move quickly or there would be someone coming soon. "Hurry up! Let's go!"



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