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OC Only Meme!


We've had all sorts of Memes for all your muses, but what about a meme for muses that aren't of a specific canon,
or muses that you're still in the process of developing? Enter the OC Only Meme! Toss in your OC and pick a
scenario to experiment with them.


1. Scavenge - You're OCs are stranded alone on an island. They must gather supplies to build a shelter until help arrives.

2. Survive - Zombies are invading oh no! Fend off hoards of Zom Zoms and free humanity from their whole being undead thing.

3. Travel - Your OCs have traveled through time to a Mideval setting. With castles and poofy dresses galore your OCs must figure out how to fit in. Or not.

4. Employment - Your OCs got stuck with the worst job ever. Do they do it well or do they ignore their job? Anything for a paycheck.

5. Spooky Spooks - Your OC is taking a walk at night and they happen on a graveyard by accident! Are you intrigued or frightened?

6. Free Pick - Set up your own scenario!



Remember: OCs Don't have set histories and sometimes don't have icons, so give your RP parter details to work with in your post to the best of your abilities! Give them something to work with as much as you can. IF you don't have an idea of how to answer a specific question, toss out an answer and see how it works. You'll know that it's something you have to work on for the future.

Date: 2015-02-05 04:44 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Screaming)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
About twenty seconds after the stranger in front of her settled himself onto her shovel, Piper opened her eyes again, blinking rapidly while she sat up and readjusted to the present time. It was always a little disorienting after being gone in the past that long. She started to take stock of things. It all seemed okay except, hey wait, where was her....shovel?

She noticed the man in front of her then, and screamed at a pitch just barely below what dogs alone could hear. It was a short yelp, by comparison to some of the shrieks she was prone to giving, but it was plenty ear-piecing even in its brevity. Almost loud enough to wake the dead.

"Who the fuck are you?!" she demanded of this person standing over her.

"Get away from me!" she added, deciding she didn't care.

She began to scramble in the wet grass she sat in, trying to use the headstone for support to stand. In her panic, she wasn't able to get much traction. Oh god a creeper in the graveyard. What was he going to do?!

Date: 2015-02-11 01:42 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles winced one eye shot. Good grief, this woman had a set of lungs on her, not that Miles could blame her entirely, of course. He'd be shaken up bya randomly appearing stranger, too.

Except he wasn't taking a nap in a cemetery after hours.

As she scrambled to her feet, Miles remained firmly planted in place, only standing straighter from his lean against the shovel.

"Officer Miles Stedman. IOPSA." Even with his jacket on he doubted she'd believe him. "Now, before you go skittering off, I was just curious why you were napping among the tombstones."

Date: 2015-02-11 05:34 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"I wasn't napping!" She protested as she finally got her feet under her.

IOPSA?! Her eyes got a little wider still at that announcement. Fuck! That was the last thing she needed. What had he seen? He thought she was napping; that meant he didn't know, right? She wasn't going down like this! She had to think of something. Fast!

"I was... it's embarrassing, okay. I was praying, and... I guess I just got a little tired. I didn't mean to."

Her eyes snapped down, searching the headstone she was leaned up against. She could see the name, that was enough to sell the lie she hoped. Too bad she forgot to check the date on this one, or she'd have seen it was far older than she realized.

"I was just coming to visit my Grandpa Earl. I guess I lost track of time."

Date: 2015-02-11 10:26 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles was unaware of her Time Walking ability but that didn't make a lone young woman sitting in a graveyard with a shovel any less of a a mystery. He had a few guesses now and the more Piper babbled on, those guesses were really starting to take shape.

it didn't paint a pretty picture, either way.

"Mmm, praying. Yes. I'm certain your Grandfather would appreciate it." The Guide remarked idly, almost as if he believed her.

And he might have had he not noted the date on the tombstone in question.

"By the by, you've aged well for someone who should be turning about a hundred," Miles nodded curtly to the tombstone, bearing the dates of 1851 to 1897. "Care to try again?"

Date: 2015-02-11 11:43 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She swallowed hard, and glanced down again at that incriminating headstone.

Well...fuck.

She lifted her head and smiled oh-so-sweetly at him, all the while furiously thinking of something she could say to get herself out of this mess.

"Well...I, uh...I..." She had nothing.

Fuck it.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and bolted. The grass was slick, giving her a false start, but she pushed away using that stupid old grave to aid her momentum. She ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction, dodging around more headstones clumsily in her desperate attempt to flee. He could keep the damn shovel. She'd steal a new one. She just had to get the hell away from here.

Date: 2015-02-15 08:53 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Anticipating her, though wishing the young woman would have simply stayed put, Miles rolled forward just as she bolted. At his belt was a pair of handcuffs, not the usual police fare, but strong enough to contain a Vampire's strength, if needed.

Her momentary slip-up let Miles gain some ground, but he wasn't in it just for a short sprint. On uneven terrain in the dark, he wasn't keen to twist an ankle.

Crossing over a bit a flat ground, Miles called out an order he was certain she wasn't going to heed, "Get down on the ground!"

Why did they always have to run? Most of the time, they didn't get away.

Date: 2015-02-16 02:32 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Angry)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"Fuck off!" She screamed back over her shoulder.

No way was she doing that! As if! To show him just how much his order meant to her, she picked up a clump of plastic flowers from the grave she was passing over and threw them at him as hard as she could, aiming right for his face.

"Leave me the hell alone!"

She reached the gravel path and raced towards the exit. It was dark, too dark for her to see that the wrought-iron fence was closed and chained shut for the night. She realized this when she crashed into it.

"Fuck!" She screamed in rage as she violently shook the fence, to no avail.

"Fuck!" She screamed again while she contemplated attempting to climb it.

Date: 2015-02-19 09:35 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Of course she was going to be a stubborn git about it. Miles cursed quietly under his breath. It would have been a great deal simpler if she had surrendered.

One hand went to the handcuffs, slipping them from their holster at his belt. The gate had been closed behind him when he entered, so he knew what obstacle the young woman would come up against next. All he had to do was be quick...and not smile when he heard that screamed expletive.

Someone found the gate.

As Piper shook the iron fencing, Miles closed in, whipping one half of the cuffs around to close on one wrist. In one motion he grabbed onto the back of her jacket and went to try and throw her off-balance enough to hit the dirt.

She could cry and fuss all she wanted to once both hands were cuffed.

Date: 2015-02-19 11:19 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (PissedPiper)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She'd been making a desperate attempt to scrabble up the side of the fence when he came up behind her. The handcuff found its place at her wrist with a sharp click and she gave a yelp as he pulled her by the back of her jacket.

"Ow!"

She landed hard on her side in the gravel, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes at the sudden shock of pain in her hip. It didn't help that she was quickly realizing she was in some serious shit now.

"No!" she shrieked, "Let me go!"

Date: 2015-02-21 04:36 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - annoyed profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Piper wasn't going to get much of a chance to recover. The moment she went down, Miles pushed her onto her stomach, clipped the other handcuff around her free wrist. He could see those crocodile tears, but it was already too late to start this whole encounter over.

"No can do, I'm afraid. You still haven't answered my questions." The Guide pulled her up into a sitting position before taking a seat for himself. Arrests of this nature were not a common occurrence, even for the more seasoned officer. He was very glad for that gate, otherwise she would have gotten away. "Which you can start any time now, by the by."

Although, he wasn't about to hold his breath that she was going to answer him even now.

Date: 2015-02-21 04:57 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (PissedPiper)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She thrashed uselessly when he turned her on her stomach, spitting at bits of gravel that stuck to her face in the process. By the time he'd pulled her upright, her whole face had gone an angry shade of red, and those eyes of hers were shining not with tears alone, but rage.

"I'm not telling you shit, you asshole!" She screamed at him, loud as she could.

And she wasn't content to just sit there quietly for him either, handcuffs or not. It might have been hopeless, but she still scraped at the loose rocks under her butt with her shoes as she tried to get enough leverage to stand, and the whole time expletives that might have made a sailor blush spilled forth from her in an endless stream.

"Stupid motherfucker you can't just fucking tie me up like this you cock sucking bastard!"

And it just kept going. She tried and failed to push herself to her feet and only ended up making it halfway before plopping back on her ass, wincing. She tried another method of getting her knees under her first but it hurt too bad in the rocks to keep her weight on them; she only succeeded in scraping them up. So, in the end, she was left there flailing like a two year old having a tantrum in the grocery store, kicking her feat and screaming until her throat was raw and her voice had become little more than a rasp.

Finally, with one giant huff, she shut her mouth and just sat there glaring at him with her lower lip pushed out and her nose flaring wide with each heavy breath she took. The whole thing had likely lasted over five minutes, all told.

Date: 2015-02-21 05:11 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
As Piper launched into her tantrum, Miles took the time to rub at his ear, wincing slightly as she yelled. Goodness what a pair of lungs. It might have drawn some other attention if they hadn't been alone in the cemetery, but the young woman's luck just seemed to get worse as the night wore on.

And yet, she was still screaming and kicking up a fit.

Fully prepared to grab her if need be, Miles sat patiently. Dark blue eyes settled on observing his watch, counting away the seconds that bled into minutes as Piper carried on. All her protests fell on deaf ears, but even Miles had to admit she was more tenacious than he gave her credit for.

"Five minutes...thirty seven seconds. Give or take." he remarked mildly as the yelling died away entirely. His eyebrows lifted, not yet bothering to look in Piper's direction just yet.

"Are you quite finished? I do need to make a phone call."

There was no way he was wrangling Piper back to headquarters alone, that was for sure.

Date: 2015-02-21 05:23 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Somber)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
He timed her? Goddammit.

He didn't look even mildly moved by her any of her protests. Look at that smug face of his. He hadn't even bothered to look up from his fucking watch the whole time. It made her want to launch into another round of yelling, but that mention of a phone call locked her up with fear. Oh no. Who was he going to call?

That was it. She hated to have to do this, but there was just no way she could let herself get taken away. They couldn't find out about her! Not now! She'd do anything. Try anything.

Anything.

"Please," She whimpered, turning on the water works for real (not hard when she'd been so close to tears the whole time.) "Please. I'm really sorry. I'll be good. I'll give you anything you want."

Now she tilted her head down, going for shy and a little coy, and pressed her breasts together with her shoulders, "I'll do anything you want if you just let me go."

Date: 2015-02-21 05:39 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
"Oh, I'll bet you're sorry." Miles had to work hard to keep a neutral expression, but a snort escaped him none the less. Piper, you are truly barking up the wrong tree with this guy.

"You're not my type." Was all the Guide to say on the matter while keeping a straight face. His hand went to his pocket, fishing out a thin, black wallet that held his IOPSA badge.

"Miles Stedman, IOPSA. We're going to go on a little field trip to headquarters. Maybe you'll answer some questions there, and we'll get those cuts looked at."

Even if it was Piper's own fault she had scrapped knees, even Miles wasn't that calloused.
Edited Date: 2015-02-21 05:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-02-21 05:55 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Cry Baby)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Well fuck her. How the hell was she supposed to get out of this now? Welp. She wasn't too proud right now to straight-up beg.

"Please, Mr. Stedman. Please don't take me in. Please. Please. Please."

If he took her in, then they'd figure out who she was eventually, despite her not having ID on her, and then they would call her mom. She couldn't let them do that! Forget he scraped knees, her mom would just kill her.

"I'm begging you. I promise, I wasn't doing anything bad. I wasn't going to hurt anything. Please, I just want to go home."

Date: 2015-02-21 04:51 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
For a moment, Miles looked as if he were considering it. Instead he was puzzling out her response. It was more than over the top and the tipping point seemed to be the phone call. Looked like someone would be in a bit of trouble with their parents, unless Miles missed the mark on this on.

"Well in that case, I'll take you home and speak to whomever is there. Seems reasonable enough to me." He replied flatly, knowing this would either get no reaction or another round of shouting as he clamored back onto his feet.

Of course, Miles really had no intention of doing that, but she needed to sweat a little before they got to headquarters.

Date: 2015-02-21 05:07 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Unsure)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
If he was looking close enough, he might get to watch the pupils of her dark eyes dilate violently, while her eyelids went wide at the thought of her showing up in handcuffs to the apartment and her mother.

Still, she tried to play it cool. She tried really hard to keep her face otherwise blank. As if she could pretend the idea hadn't just made her start sweating profusely even in the cool night air.

"I live alone." She lied.

She had to try, even thought she was sure she'd already shot herself in the foot on this one.

Date: 2015-02-21 05:28 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - intense)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
It was a little hard to miss that wide-eyed look of fear on her face, even from where he was standing. Fortunately or not for Piper, there were regulations to follow, so despite all her best efforts she was still going in to HQ. Leaning over, Miles hooked a hand under one of her arms and tried to haul her to her feet. Even if she resisted, IOPSA required a certain level of phyical training and he was more than willing to put it to good use.

"How very nice for you." Not that he was buying it, exactly. "Now, just a moment."

With his free hand, Miles fished out his cellphone, tapped a few buttons with his thumb and pressed it between his shoulder and ear. The conversation was a brief one, to the cemetery's keeper to open the gate for them both. It took a few minutes for the elderly gentleman to re-appear, in that time Miles was perfectly comfortable to maintain silence on his end. He wasn't the one standing in cuffs, after all.

"What was all that racket earlier? Almost called the police," The wrinkles on the man's face bunched together in large folds as he first eyed Miles, then Piper.

"I'm afraid I caught myself a banshee. We'll have to reschedule, if you'd be so kind to call the office around ten?"

Date: 2015-02-21 05:48 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
He grabbed her by the arm and she knew what that meant. They were about to be on their way in, pretty much completing her worst nightmare scenario. She thought about trying to make herself dead weight so he couldn't even get her up, but the truth was, she had a better shot getting away on her feet, so she cooperated that far.

But that was it.

He'd have to keep a firm grip on her because she was tensed to run at any second. She tried it once while he was fishing out his phone, but he obviously expected it and he was stronger than she expected.

Then she tried screaming at whoever was on the other line, practically leaning over is shoulder to do it, but, dammit, her voice was still so hoarse from earlier she could barely do more than squeak like a frightened mouse. That didn't stop her from muttering a few more curses at him under her breath while they waited for the keeper to get there.

"He attacked me!" She pleaded to the old man when he arrived, "Please, help me! Don't let him take me away!"

Date: 2015-02-21 05:55 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles took a sharp breath in. He was a patient sort, but this woman was so desperate to get out of this that he was not inclined to be polite any longer.

"My but we're adding to a growing list of infractions. I'd suggest shutting your yap unless you want to spend some serious time in jail."

Just a thought, Piper.

To the old man, who shifted nervously on his feet. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Another time," He waved the pair off.

Keeping a firm grip on her arm, the Guide started to march her towards his car.

Date: 2015-02-21 06:11 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Cry Baby)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Her breath hitched, and her lip quivered in response to his 'warning', but at least that had gotten her to shut up. Now she was just sniffling quietly and trying to hold back more tears.

By the time he'd started walking her forward to the car, however, they were falling pretty freely, leaving little dots of wetness down her front. She was really wishing that her hands were free so she could wipe them away some. She stumbled honestly a few times just for lack of being able to see clearly. Yet, still on she marched, listless now that all her attempts at gaining freedom had been exhausted.

The sharp snap of the back seat door closing saw her staring hopelessly out of the window, still choking back those tears. She pressed her flushed face against the cool glass and slumped there in a complete state of depression. All he'd hear during the drive would be more soft sobs and sniffling.

Date: 2015-02-21 06:29 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles, for his part, said nothing once Piper had settled down. Still without a name or any means of identification he would just have to wait until they made it to headquarters. He made a quick phone call just to let them know he was on his way back, but said nothing of the woman slumped in the back seat. One could almost picture a miniature raincloud above her head the way she was sniffling.

Well, you reap what you sow.

It only served to get Miles more curious as to her intentions in the graveyard were, but he was likely not the one to do the questioning from here on out.

The IOPSA building was a modest three story tan brick building tucked behind taller skyscrapers. The front bore a plaque beside the door but otherwise it look fairly unremarkable. Miles pulled up the shoulder, shut the car off, and went over to the side where Piper had slumped against.

"Come on, let's not make this difficult, hm?" He offered her a hand up and out of the car, those cuffs would make it difficult to balance otherwise.

"Miles, what're you doing back ea--" A familiar voice piped up from the doorway, stopping mid-sentence. There was Lucas, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, "Piper!?"

Date: 2015-02-21 06:42 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Screaming)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper was halfway through stepping out of the car, with the help of Miles, when she heard a familiar voice. She gasped, caught by complete surprise, eyes flying noticeably wider again while she fought to keep her balance. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! And then he said her name.

Shit.

This could not be happening. Oh God, please say this was one terrible-ass nightmare. Of all people. OF ALL PEOPLE?! Fucking Lucas?! How could her luck even BE this bad?!

"Shhh, fuck, No!" She sputtered at him. He'd already given up her name, that ass.

"Oh my GOD Lucas just SHUT the hell UP!"

Date: 2015-02-24 05:23 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Looking between his flustered ward and the flabbergasted Medium, Miles had to clamp down on the sudden urge to laugh. This really wasn't this young woman's night.

"Piper, is it?" He asked mildly, not expecting the woman to confirm it. His dark blue eyes flicked to his coworker, who looked like he might be ill at any moment. "I'll explain when we're inside."

"You'd better," Lucas managed to mumble. He cast a stricken look to Piper before stumbling back to the door, holding it open for them both. The interior was much the same as any police prescient, rows of cubicles were squashed between more numerous rows of filing cabinets. If Piper happened to resist, Miles would drag her inside, if need be.

Date: 2015-02-24 05:57 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Cry Baby)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper wasn't planning on dignifying that with an answer. She shut her mouth and set her jaw in a thin lipped scowl. She made sure to glare daggers at Lucas while passing through the door he held open for them.

She had thought about resisting, oh, it was tempting, but that threat about getting locked up made her reconsider. She wasn't actually stupid enough to think she'd be able to make a getaway in handcuffs from the front of a station full of officers. She'd already dug herself a big enough hole.

Part of her didn't want to look like any more of a fool in front of Lucas either. Her cheeks were already burning red with embarrassment. It was enough to bring more wetness to her eyes.

God, she was so doomed. He was going to tell Miles everything, wasn't he? Stupid Boy Scout.

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