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ArtGremlin
Sep '24

maybe just an excuse for me to write Mev and Ian’s thoughts when they met each other :eyes:
This thread is directed more towards comic makers because we generally tell our stories from a third person perspective, so it’s fun to see our characters from another character’s first perspective. If you write a novel feel free to jump in too. I don’t care.

Xivian’s perspective:
I heard the creak of the tavern door behind me. I thought nothing of it. Then a woman sat herself on the stool beside me. I didn’t realize she was a woman at first, mainly because of her clothing. These days, women always wear long flowing gowns. The more fabric the better. But she wore what looked like boy’s trousers with a scarf wrapped around her waist, and long boots. As for her shirt, it looked like what was once part of a nice dress, but the sleeves and skirt were hacked off. To top everything off, she wore a thick white fabric wrapped around her head and neck. It made her look like one of the little cloth dolls I often saw children play with on the streets. None of this shocked me at the time; I was too busy wallowing in my misery to give it much thought. She turned towards me, lilac lenses covered her eyes, and she began to chat noisily…
(Second time he sees her)
I opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar circular room. There was a fire on the other side, providing some light, but most of the light came from the single window and gaps in the wall. Standing in front of the fire, stirring the pot, was a person- with a head full of snakes. My memories of yesterday started to come flooding back. The girl at the tavern- so that’s why her hair was wrapped… My head pounding, against my better judgment I walked up behind her.

Mev’s perspective:
I went to visit the tavern that evening since I had nothing better to do. There are always interesting people there. Although, most of them are too full of booze to hold a good conversation. I said to myself, “Why not?” And headed on over. Right as I walked in, I saw a dark lump perched on a stool. It was a person. A person with no taste in clothing. I could only see him from the back at the time, which was covered with a black cape that almost merged into the dark locks of his unkempt, somewhat greasy-looking hair. His whole presence was screaming, "GO AWAY! DON'T COME NEAR ME." So obviously I had to do the opposite. Approaching the unapproachable is my job. It often pays in nasty looks and on occasion getting a mug of beer thrown at me--that was just one occasion--but it's fun to throw the unexpected in people's faces and see how they respond. So I walked up to the brooding man in black and sat down beside him.

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2DLenzy
Sep '24

Interesting to write the POVs of my two roosters, Friar and Bucky the day they met:

Friar:
I saw the red chariot (truck) pull up beside the fence and the tall provider--I think his name is Carl -- got out and pulled something out from the back. It looked like a cage, something I'm used to seeing here.
But this can only mean one thing, a newcomer to the coop. It has been ages since I've seen a new face. Perhaps it's a hen, in which case, she'll be welcomed and adjust to her place in the Pecking Order quite smoothly. But what if it's a rooster? They have the most trouble adjusting to the Order, believe me I know. Maybe this poor soul will become the lowest in the order, which would boost me up a few pecks. Or maybe he's vicious, and would put up a fight, in which case I should avoid him at all costs, and submit. But I cannot know for sure if I don't approach. Maybe he's kind? Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends?
Troubled with this dilemma, I cautiously walked up to the fence to greet the strange rooster...

And here we have...

Bucky:
Ooh, I like this place already. Larger spaces, more dirt, which mean more grubs, yum!
Uh, who's the white hen? Why is she talking to me? Does she find me attractive? Cluck, yeah!

(Friar's a eunich, to Bucky's surprise later XD)

JokesterComics
Sep '24

I like this question. Hard to say without spoiling some things, but Kura really liked Kumoto and Kumoto was probably thinking "I hate you". As for my other characters, Fluffy was thinking "Who's this" when he met purps, Minnie and Mooey were thinking "What are they up to" when they met Charlie, and "Aww" when they met Bo.

Leyelle
Sep '24
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Well, my novel starts more than a decade after my leads met so I haven't gotten to share this yet.

When Alicia and Kattar first met, they were laughing at their teacher in Spanish class because he mispronounced Mexico.

Their first thoughts were basically "Oh, so there IS another Hispanic kid in this class." And they were happy that somebody got them. Alicia was mostly just glad she wasn't the only person being a bad student, and that Kattar shared her sense of humor. But Kattar second thought was "Wow, she's cute." (Can you blame him? She's itty bitty lol) But she was honestly really pretty in his opinion, though he didn't really have an interest in being anything but friends back then.

For my leads in "A Dozen Morning Glories" Essence thought basically nothing beyond, "Why is this short guy talking to me? I hope he stops soon so I can hurry up and get my mother her ice cream..."

Dominic was basically thinking, 'Oh, my god. Somebody read my diary and somehow made my ideal type into a real person.' He immediately wanted to talk to her because he knew there was very little chance he'd ever see her again.

TBH, Christopher, and Mora thought very little about each other when they first met. Christopher really didn't even look at her for 6 weeks, so it took him a long time to have his first impression of her. His only thought when they met was "Oh, the girl my folks are fostering is here." And Mora basically just thought, "Right, Judith did tell me my harbor family had a son."

Yeah. They were both absorbed in worlds of their own, so they didn't care a whole lot about each other.

For my comic's leads. Chili immediately thought Texas was cute, but he was also kind of annoyed because she didn't come to his lecture he was doing at her college, though it was mandatory, and he KNEW she didn't show up because the school is so small, and she's the only person there with blue hair. Texas mostly just thought he was a kind of nagging weirdo and wished he would go away.

SumireHime
Sep '24
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Gyeong-Wan was very surprised. He'd never met someone like Kazuya before. Kazuya was dressed in pastel colors, wearing a pink beret, too. Gyeong-Wan is from a world where men must wear conservative clothing, dark colors and semi-formal wear at all times. Gyeong-Wan was so intrigued by him that he followed him. That led him to the bakery that Kazuya owns, called French Cup. It led him to realizing how wonderful the LGBTQ community can be, and finally allowed him to come out as gay.

alliascompany
Sep '24

Mimo:

Mom suggested me, my sister Mary-Andy, and Annika go say hi to the new girl. Help her feel welcome at the circus she said. I looked to my dad who sat in his chair. His face pale as if he had seen some sort of unspeakable horror. I shot her worried look, but Mom simply smiled and pushed us along out towards the road.

We spotted the new girl right away. She sat on the sidewalk, her suitcase right beside her. I could see that she had thick brown hair, pulled back with butterfly clips. She wore a simple green sweater and a plain white skirt. Nothing too out of the ordinary. I wondered what her talent was?

Andy, like usual, took initiative and walked up to the new girl with Annika right beside her. Immediately she started chatting away in Spanish. I stayed back, holding my whiteboard.

Suddenly Andy and Annika screamed and ran off crying. I turned back towards the girl. She had barely moved from her spot on the sidewalk, staring at the road. I frowned and marched up to her. Not even a day and already I was sick of her.

Mago:

I kept my eyes on the road as the clown girl and her red headed friend ran off. I just want to be left alone. Besides, they'll be back any second now.

I suddenly heard footsteps. With a groan, I looked to see who they had sent now.
A boy marched over, with a determined look om.his face.
He was probably about my height, with dark hair and eyes. He wore tattered clothes and was covered in white face paint.

At first I thought he was going to yell at me, but then he took a deep breath and wrote something on the whiteboard he was carrying. He held it up with a cheesey smile.

"¡Hola!"

How sad. A clown without a voice.

And then they became best friends