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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: 2015-02-24 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."

Date: 2015-03-06 04:08 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Stay classy, Piper.

As she weaved her tale about the shovel, all Miles could do was picture her just digging a deeper and deeper hole for herself. A few quick notations were made, simply to stick to procedure. What a ludicrous way to spend an evening.

You're right, it does sound stupid. Miles thought. If it weren't for the fact he'd catch flak for it, he might have said it aloud as well.

"What flower were you after?" Was what he asked plainly instead. Every little bit of information helped dig that hole a little deeper.

Date: 2015-03-06 04:23 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (eye roll)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"You want me to tell you the name of it? Fuck if I know. I just thought it looked pretty." She said, getting instantly defensive.

"It's the yellow ones."

Go ahead and try to call her on it, she thought sulkily. She knew for a fact that there were yellow flowers in that garden area. She'd seen them on her way in. It was totally legit. He had to believe her. So there.

Date: 2015-03-06 04:30 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
"I can find the name of it, if you'd like." The reply was said with an absolutely straight face and dry tone. Is he being serious or is he making fun of you...well, in this case, he's totally making fun of you, Piper.

"Just to recap here," He continued on without missing a beat, "You entered the cemetery at approximately 8:25pm, with a shovel and the intent of digging up some flowers. Do I have that correct?" Even saying it out loud, the story seemed even more ridiculous.

Date: 2015-03-06 05:17 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Angry)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She just narrowed her eyes at him. Flat humor or not, she could tell when someone was dicking with her, "I don't fucking care! I don't want them anymore anyway."

Her arms went to cross over her chest out of pure reflex, causing the handcuff to clank against the table when it stopped her chained arm short. She growled at it before answering him again.

"Yeah, I know. It sounds stupid when you say it like that. I just fucking said so."

Red heat was beginning to rise again in her face, an outward sign of her fraying patience. She'd answered his damn questions, and she'd said just about all she really felt like saying. Couldn't they just let her go now? She hadn't actually stolen anything.

Date: 2015-03-09 04:21 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles refrained from smiling, although he sorely wanted to. She was easy enough to provoke into a rage.

"You do realize I will have to confirm all the information given to me, Miss Cardenas. Are you certain this is all correct?"

He asked merely out of obligation. If her story changed, and somehow he doubted it, he would have to drag Lucas into this unfortunate mess just to verify what had been said.

Just next door in the other interview room, Lucas sat by myself, looking very much akin to a kicked puppy. He had told Zach what he knew, which wasn't much aside from Piper's strange time-walking ability. That, however, had been mentioned off-record. Zach felt it best for the time-being while he looked into a possible file for the young woman.

What a mess...

Date: 2015-03-09 11:32 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Oh how she glared at him. Fine. Don't believe her. But she wasn't about to change anything and give him the satisfaction of calling her out as a liar.

"It's not like it's that complicated. Hurry up and do it if you're fucking gonna, so I can go the hell home already!"

Having said that, she sat back sulkily in her chair and continued to keep her narrowed eyes glaring in his direction. If he hated her, than the feeling was mutual. She was so done with all of this.

Date: 2015-03-13 04:12 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too bad that wasn't likely to be the case, but Miles said nothing as he gathered up his notebook and slid his chair underneath the table. She wasn't worth the effort of pointing this out. He had to wonder, though, how on Earth she crossed paths with Lucas and how much she may be taking advantage of him. That thought alone made him angry, though he hid it well.

The room would be Piper's for a time, voices spoke in the hallway, muffled by the soundproofing before they too fell silent. Miles took Lucas back to the cemetery. Theirs was the task of verifying all of this information, and the normally talkative Medium was nearly silent for the time they spent there, save what he needed to relay from his readings.

Meanwhile, after a short while the door to the interview room opened again and in stepped Dae. She wore the IOPSA jacket as everyone else but it was tied up in the front, covering part of a very pink and sparkly tank top. On one sleeve was a medical patch and in her hands was a small medical kit, though not stocked with just the usual supplies.

"I heard you scraped up your knees," Dae stopped to give the young woman an assessing gaze. Miles had not been kind at all in his description of her, though Dae knew there was more to it than that. Clearly this Piper touched a nerve or five.

"If you'll let me I can take care of them for you."

Date: 2015-03-13 04:52 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Sad Look Down)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper gave the new woman who had entered a clearly appraising, definitely judging look. Well, she looked normal enough. Actually, that pink tank top was pretty cute. Would be more cute if she ditched the jacket, but at least it looked like whoever she was, she wasn't constantly walking around with a broom handle jammed all the way up her ass.

Dae's question reminded Piper of that stinging in her knees, and suddenly it was hurting more intensely again, making her wince. She considered refusing out of pure spite, but decided it would get her nothing. So, instead, she nodded.

"Okay."

She kept her gaze averted, acting shy, hoping maybe she could get a little sympathy at the same time. She knew there wasn't going to be any from Miles, but maybe the others would be less of a dick to her if she put on the frightened girl act. It had worked for her before.

"Who are you?"

Date: 2015-03-16 02:08 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too bad Dae had a little chit chat with Miles before he left with one morose Medium in tow. That, and Dae was a decent judge of character. Piper sure knew how to milk an act for what it was worth.

Kind of sad, in a way.

"Dae Wong," She chirped back, setting her supplies on the table and opening the box. There were bandages, band-aids and the usual things, and also a few bottles of unknown substance.

"Piper, right? Something tells me you're not usually in this kind of situation." Probably because you don't usually get caught.

Date: 2015-03-17 01:04 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"Uh yeah, I don't make a habit of getting arrested." Exactly because she doesn't usually get caught.

"And I shouldn't be this time either. I didn't do anything. That guy hurt me and dragged me all the way here all for nothing. He wouldn't even listen to me." She was playing the victim card for all she was worth.

She looked curiously over the stuff in Dae's kit, wondering at what those bottles were. She couldn't recognize them from here. But, seeing all those medical things did give her a real twinge of nervousness to go along with her faked victim act.

"Uh... just don't put any peroxide on it, okay. That shit stings."

Date: 2015-03-21 02:48 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
With expert ease Dae did not express the frown that mentally started as Piper continued on with her lie. It was kind of sad, really. Instead, she smiled brightly as she worked, never really taking her eyes off of Piper’s scraped knees.

“Oh don’t worry,” Dae replied in an easy sing-song tone. “I can use something else besides peroxide.”

Piper may have wished Dae used the more conventional disinfectant before the end of it all, however. Dainty fingers plucked up one of the mystery bottles and after uncorking it a vile, eye-watering stench hung thickly in the air.

“Just a moment and I’ll have these bandaged up for you~!”

If Piper protested, which most people usually did, Dae simply smiled and gently dabbed at her scrapped knee. There was no sting of disinfectant here, only a soothing coolness as the liquid did its job. Dae recorked the bottle smartly and set it back in its proper place. Then she gave Piper another assessing look, fingers dancing through a stack of band-aids. Something to go with that outfit…Ah, yes.

Moments later and Piper was now sporting two purple band-aids over those scraps. That should do the trick nicely.

“There. All done.”

Date: 2015-03-22 01:25 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper instantly regretted her request, the moment the mystery bottle was uncorked.

"Ugh! Ew! What is that stuff? No wait, don't put that smelly stuff on me!"

She attempted to shift her knees away protectively, but there really no help for it while she was chained to the table. At least when the smelly stuff was applied it didn't hurt. Actually, it felt a lot better, but she still wasn't sure if it was worth it.

She was, despite herself, pleased that the band-aids were purle, and that they matched.

When it was all finished, she thanked Dae, but still a little sulkily because of that rank smell she now had to deal with, "...thanks."

Date: 2015-03-23 08:14 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - amused)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too late to complain now, Princess Piper!

Dae, for her part, just smiled brightly, seemingly oblivious to Piper's reaction. In fact she looked really pleased with her own handiwork.

"You're welcome~!" Dae clapped her hands together, "Do you need anything else? Some water or a snack? There's a few things in break room that I can bring to you."

Might as well keep Piper relatively calm before Miles and Lucas came back, Dae figured. Poor Lucas, he was such a wreck over the whole thing. Dae only hoped it all turned out for the best for all of them.

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