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APPLICATIONS -- 2010; 001

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SIMON BELLAMY || MISFITS [LAST]

[identity profile] the-betrayer.livejournal.com 2011-02-05 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
First Person (entry type): It is getting close to Christmas; it is only a month away. I can't believe how long it's been. Made a new video, but everyone's been so busy. I don't know if they'd want to see it...or if Nathan'd just call me a wanker for caring...

I can't believe I'm him...there has to be some rule about telling someone their future. Won't that mess up the time-space continuum? So far, so good, but I'm very worried that it could get worse. You never know. Alisha shouldn't have told me everything, probably. I'm not even sure why she did. It doesn't make me feel better about anything. I'm never going to be as good as he is at anything. …The training isn't going so well. I keep wanting to give up, but I know that I can't. If I give up, maybe everyone will stop liking me all over again.


Third Person: He reached to touch his toes and stretched out his muscles. He made sure his legs felt loose enough and his muscles were relaxed enough that he wouldn't hurt himself while he was sprinting. Simon stood up straight and stared at the edge of the roof. "One hundred meters," he told himself. He brushed his hair do the side and started off quickly. He wasn't particularly fast, though, and as his feet met the edge of the roof, he jumped, but didn't quite make it to the side, and fell landing in a garbage can. Cardboard boxes and Styrofoam broke his fall, but he was in quite a lot of pain.

His body resisted moving and he decided to just lay there for a few minutes and let his body take a break. He finally shifted himself out of the garbage, struggling to get out and he stared at the ground. He eyed his arms where he was already aching, and knew there would be bruises. He groaned a little bit, "Well, that was terrible." He diverted his eyes up towards the roof of the building and decided to give it one more go. He knew that he would get some looks walking around with bruises on his face and arms (and the rest of his body, but no one would see those), but he had to do it.

"One more time and I'll do it." And he knew didn't have a choice if he wanted to be a superhero.

PENDING: second sample

[identity profile] dreamoflight.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Can we have another first person sample, please?

[identity profile] the-betrayer.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Sure thing~ and...

First Person:

I still really don’t want to go by “The Invisible Cunt”. I wish Nathan would stop calling me that. There’s nothing nice about that. That would be like calling Superman “Superwanker” instead. Not that I think Superman’s a wanker… not that I think I’m like Superman. He’s actually a hero.

Batman didn’t happen over night, though. It takes a lot of work. Can’t just have a superpower and expect to be a hero, either. I guess it takes work - a lot of work or maybe everyone would do it. Bumps and bruises prove that, I guess. I think that’s the reason that people are given powers, because they want to be a hero. Probably need to think about getting a job soon.

I want to go out for drinks tonight. Anyone want to join me? We can relax a bit, I guess. And not go falling off any rooftops.