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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: 2015-02-21 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.

Date: 2015-02-24 06:11 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles ushered Piper down the hallway and into one of two interview rooms. he pulled out a chair for her and indicated she should sit. Meanwhile his partner stood at the doorway, looking torn and unsure what was truly going on. After watching the expressions play out on her face, Miles was certain she really did know the Medium, that they were friends at the very least, which only made his calculated decision a little harder to go through with. He needed answers from her, and if that meant leveraging Lucas to do so...

"Just a moment," He spoke quietly to piper before turning and closing the distance between himself and Lucas.

"You should go to the other interview room, Lucas."

"What, why!?" The Medium sputtered, utter shock written plain across his face.

"You know her. Whatever she was up to may be partially your responsibility.." He held up a hand before the Medium could protest. "You know it's policy."

"...I don't even know why sh---"

"Lucas." Miles's tone took on a warning note. His expression shifted though only the Medium could see it, hinting at ulterior motives. "I'll send the Chief in to talk to you."

The man who ran the office was pretty open-minded when it came to situations like these. Miles just hoped it would be enough to get Piper to talk. They would both be in less trouble if she did and that was his true goal here, despite the underhanded tactics. Lucas visibly deflated, looking to Piper.

"Sorry."

Date: 2015-02-24 06:23 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (PissedPiper)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper sat with a huff, and glared back at the two speaking by the doorway, still sullen and silent.

When Lucas apologized to her, she didn't say a word, but her eyes did narrow into angry little slits at him. One could almost hear that unspoken thought hanging in the air between them 'Traitor.'

Once Lucas left, that narrow glare would be trained on Miles instead. Clearly she wasn't planning on saying anything to him either.

Date: 2015-02-24 11:44 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Looking very much like a kicked puppy, the Medium hovered near the door for a few heartbeats, wishing that somehow he could have avoided whatever disaster was raining down around him. It could be nothing, really, but the way Miles was talking Piper was in some serious shit. And so was he. He slunk off down the hallway, resigned to whatever may come next.

The sight only stacked the deck against Piper in Miles's mind. Lucas was an open book most of the time and it was clear the Medium had valued something between himself and Piper. She was in full-on survival mode, only thinking of herself. It rankled his sensibilities to their fullest.

"Well, take comfort in the fact that you won't go down in flames alone." Miles scowled. "I hope you're happy."

He didn't wait for an answer, promptly leaving the room and shutting the door with a heavy click. The Chief had to be informed, of course, but these few minutes would be left to Piper and Lucas to sweat it out in separate rooms. Ultimately IOPSA would get down to the bottom of Piper's little scheme, but whether that was with or without her cooperation remained to be seen.

Miles wasn't counting on getting anything out of her. Outlandish displays to save her skin did little to endear her in the Guide's eyes. He wondered what the hell Lucas saw in her.
Edited Date: 2015-02-24 11:45 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-02-25 01:39 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Cry Baby)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She frowned at Mile's words, a shadow of fear and guilt sliding briefly over her features. Whether it was for Lucas or herself, who could say? She really hadn't thought she'd get Lucas in trouble, but he was probably out there right now telling them all about her to save his own ass. Did she really owe him anything?

These and a lot of other equally negative and fear filled thoughts buzzed around her head while she sweated it out in that chair. Were they going to call her mom? Was she really going to be put in jail just for being in a grave yard after hours? What were they going to do to her when they found out she could see the past? There was no way Lucas wasn't going to tell them. Ugh, her life was going to be over.

She slumped forward and rested her head on the table in front of her with a 'thunk,' and just laid there with her cheek against the cool surface looking utterly dejected. She could just take back everything nice she ever said to that bleach blond jerk, she told herself with another sniffle, see if he was getting any more booty calls from her... and the tears started flowing again. To think, she'd actually liked him.

Date: 2015-02-25 09:44 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles assumed it was for herself only that Piper was concerned. He had to resist the urge to stomp off to the Chief's office. There would be plenty of time to be angry later, it had to give way to the duties his job demanded of him first.

The explanation to the Chief did take several long minutes but Miles had little doubt the man would handle his interview of Lucas carefully. The man had a knack of semantics, navigating a thin line at times, but the small office was better for it. It would work to both Lucas's and Piper's favor, as well.

Even if she didn't deserve it.

Holding a clipboard to his chest, Miles took a deep breath before entering the small interview room once more. Beside them the click, swing, and click of the door to Lucas's room could be heard but nothing more made it past the insulation.

"Before we get started, I'm to read you your rights." Spoken clearly, neutrally, Miles launched into that well worn set of text to remind the young woman that she didn't have to incriminate herself in any way. Just as any police officer was required to, the same was expected of IOPSA. Once he was finished, the Guide took up a seat opposite of the morose young woman.

"Let's start with something simple. Your name, if you please."

Date: 2015-02-26 06:17 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper stayed slumped over on the table while he read her her rights, working hard to pull herself together enough to not be crying by the time he finished. She'd mostly succeeded, though she was still hiccuping lightly when he sat down in front of her.

With some effort, she managed to pull herself up straight in the chair again, wishing once more to have a free hand to wipe at her face with. she was still too preoccupied by that to want to start talking to him. He wanted her name? Well, he already had half of it. She wanted her hands unties and a napkin, or something.

"Can you undo these?" She asked, indicating the handcuffs by raising and dropping her shoulders.

"Please? It hurts."

Date: 2015-03-01 02:13 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles took a short breath, standing in one motion in order to best mask his annoyance. It was tempting to just leave her like that, Piper had certainly earned it.

There was a click as one cuff released. And another click as the free end of the handcuffs was locked around one of the table legs. The table was bolted down to the floor and at one side to the wall. It wasn't going anywhere and neither was Piper.

"First and last name." Miles asked again as he returned to his chair.
Edited Date: 2015-03-01 02:13 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-03-01 05:35 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (Sad Look Down)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Once her hand was free, Piper rubbed at the wetness in her eyes, and then scrubbed under her nose, lowering her had below the table to clean it off on her jeans. By then Miles had fixed the loop of the other half of handcuff around the leg of the table instead. She couldn't help giving it a few testing jerks, even though she obviously wasn't getting out of that.

Frowning even more, she returned her attention to that grumpy interrogator, and his question. Did she really want to answer that? It would just make it easier for them to look her up. Then again, Lucas probably already told them so she was screwed either way. This guy looked pissed enough to throw her in a cell already; maybe she should just try not to make him more mad.

"Piper Cardenas," She answered grudgingly.

Date: 2015-03-03 04:43 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Scribbling down the name, Miles repeated the spelling of it. It was close, but Piper would have to repeat it back to him before he moved on.

"Alright. Just a moment."

He went to leave again, to look her up in the database. Only he found nothing in IOPSA's records. That meant either she wasn't a Sensitive or a Medium or their database was lacking. He had nothing to go on but gut instinct for the time being, and public records. Returning to the interview room, Miles took up his seat once more.

"Let's try this again, shall we? I found you in the cemetery, correct? Locked, mind you, with a shovel and a few stories to go along with it. What were you really doing there?"

Date: 2015-03-03 05:23 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
As he went through the process of making sure he had her name down right, she fought the urge to try crossing her arms over her chest. It wouldn't have worked right with one hand cuffed to the table, but she still really wanted to do it. The posture would have matched the pout he was getting from her perfectly.

She was still pouting when he returned and sat back down with her.

"The cemetery wasn't locked when I got there" she replied, looking affronted, "I got locked in! That guy could have at least checked before chaining the fucking fence!"

She was stalling. Since the moment she'd been loaded into Mile's car on her way here, she'd been trying to think of some kind of story that he might actually believe. So far all of them had some kind of hole that this guy was smart enough to pick it apart.

Now little beads of sweat were collecting on her forehead as she considered just what the penalty for being caught lying again in here might be. Would it be worse than them finding out the truth?

Date: 2015-03-05 05:40 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Wasn't she just painting the prettiest picture right now? If Piper's bottom lip was jutted out any further, Miles supposed she would trip over it. If she wasn't handcuffed to the table, of course.

Nice touch, trying to blame it on the caretaker as well. Did this young woman have any threshold she wouldn't sink to?

"And what time did you enter the cemetery?" Miles asked calmly after scribbling down her account thus far. "What happened after you came into the cemetery?"

Date: 2015-03-05 05:53 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She huffed. It was worth a shot, but she should have known this asshole wouldn't give two shits about all that. She contemplated just sitting there and saying nothing, but her gaze drifted almost unconsciously in the direction of the other interrogation room, where Lucas was. All she could see was a wall, but her imagination was doing a fine job filling in the blanks for her.

She really had no choice. Did she? Fine. She'd tell Miles some of the story. Enough, hopefully, to prove she wasn't uncooperative, but it was going to be a heavily edited version.

"I got there at, like, eight twenty-five." She answered.

Actually, it was eight twenty-three exactly. If there was one thing she was always a stickler for, it was knowing the time. It was pretty important for her to know if she wanted to use her powers.

"I didn't know it was illegal to be in a cemetery after dark. I was just going to be there for a little while, but I got tired from walking the whole way. I only meant to rest for a minute. I didn't think I'd get locked in."

Date: 2015-03-05 10:07 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Facts first, Miles had to remind himself, and not for the last time during this interview. Every new bit of information was followed by blaming someone or something else. Heaven forbid she take the fall. What he wouldn't give to simply tell her off and wash his hands of it.

Facts.

Noting the time, the pencil stopped on the pad of paper.

"Actually...it's illegal to be on any private property uninvited once it's been locked up. It would be just the same as staying in a store after hours. However, that's not the point here." The Guide cleared his throat. "What were your intentions with the shovel?"

Date: 2015-03-05 11:32 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (sad/pouty face)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"At least the store has a fucking intercom to announce when it's closing." She spat back tartly.

The shovel. That was the part she still hadn't been able to come up with a good excuse for. yet A shovel in a graveyard did look pretty bad. Even she knew that. But, she hadn't actually used it yet, so they couldn't call her on what she hadn't done. Still, she had to say something. She'd have to go with the only thing she'd managed to think up, and pray.

"Okay, this is going to sound dumb, but... there were some flowers I wanted. Just some wild ones I didn't think anyone would miss. I saw them there before and I thought I might be able to dig up a couple bulbs. But, I didn't do it. You saw the shovel, it didn't have a speck of dirt on it. I didn't do anything wrong. I just... decided I didn't want to do it after all, and then I was tired, so I decided to rest before going all the way back home."

That was a pretty good story, right? They had no way to prove that wasn't what she was there for. The shovel really was clean, and thank god there really were flowers. Those flowers weren't anywhere near where she was at the time, but it was still a reasonable story. They couldn't throw her in the slammer just for thinking of digging up some wild flowers. That would be so stupid.

"I should have set an alarm on my phone or something."

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