Big Brother Writing Meme

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I found this on DA and thought to give it a go. I'm sure you know about all of the drawing memes, where you are given a prompt or scenario and must draw something to go with it. Well, a writing meme is the same thing but with writing. xD

I've never done one of these before, but I need to develop my writing prowess and nobody here actually knows any of my human OC's. It's sad but true, since I can't draw any art for them : P
So tell me what you think and feel free to share or do it yourself!

Keep in mind that these are characters from various RP sites or stories that I have written, so they are all human and not cats. I'll be posting one prompt of the series at a time, sometimes two if I'm feeling good and people like it.

Reality TV Show Writing Meme!

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Rules:

- Choose 6 OC's.

- Put your OC's names in list of numbers and answer the questions with your OC's names instead of the number, write at least 100 words to answer.

- Once an OC is evicted, you must choose the next consecutive number to fill in the question.

So let's begin!

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1. Welcome to the House! Introduce the OC's and what their luxury item would be.

[1] Xavier [Last Shadows]
[2] Rowan T. Watkins [The Forgotten]
[3] Arien Konorugi [Knight Hero]
[4] Zane Albarn [Last Shadows]
[5] Cassandra(Cass) Glathor [UnTitlED]
[6] Tamari Johnson
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[1] Xavier takes his carved dragon necklace
[2] Rowan takes a recipe book [even though he can't cook]
[3] Arien takes his journal
[4] Zane takes his stuffed toy fish Floosy
[5] Cassandra takes her favorite book
[6] Tamari takes her miniature animal carving collection

2. There are 3 bedrooms, 1 with 2 double beds, 1 with 2 single beds and 1 with only 2 mattresses on the floor. Who pairs up with whom, is there an argument over who should get the better room, and how is this resolved?

"Dibs on double bed!" Rowan practically flung himself across the room in his haste to stake his claim on the double bed by the window. Arien beat him to it, swinging his long leg over the bed, blocking Rowan from taking his spectacular leap. He shook his head in mock disappointment, a sly smile curving over his sharp features.

"My, my, aren't we the gentleman? Step aside mate, the girls get the double bed, no ifs, ands or buts about it." He stated, with an exaggerated fluttering of eyelashes over to where Temari and Cassandra stood in the doorway to the first bedroom. Cassandra was leaning comfortably against the door frame, whereas Tamari was hugging herself right in the center, her slim frame barely taking up any room at all.

"I would hate to inconvenience you," came her shy voice, barely audible above Rowan's complaining in the background as she addressed the silver-haired Arien. "Really, if he wants the double, let him have it. I don't mind."

"Yeah, it's cool," Cassandra voiced her agreement. "I can crash in a single. Makes no difference to me really." She flapped her hand airily at the two boys tussling over the right side bed, a wide grin flashing over her face. "If you two girls feel the need to sleep in high-style comfort, by all means take the double beds. Tam and I can survive a few nights roughing it, right?" She added, looking over to Tamari for confirmation, though she only got a quiet nod in reply.

"See? Cassandra understands my needs. Now shove off Silverware!" Rowan exclaimed, tossing one of the heavy pillows at Arien, who expertly ducked out of the way. He chuckled and stuck his tongue out, eliciting another cry from Rowan, who took the action as a challenge. Throwing himself onto the silver-haired elf, the two boys rolled around the room in a skirmish of laughter and muffed abusive language.

"Oh, that's right, what do you two guys think?" Cassandra exclaimed, turning to where the two forgotten boys lingered behind her.

Zane beamed, his long blonde hair falling down into his eyes. Hugging the toy stuffed fish to his chest, he giggled. "I'm happy to be wherever Xavier is!" The Xavier in question gave no response to this, merely rolling his black eyes in exasperation.

Even Tamari had to smile at the cute display, though all eyes turned back to the center of the room when Rowan's voice sounded out. Arien had finally managed to pin down the other brown-haired boy after a struggle, and he held up his finger's in crooked claw-like positions above Rowan, a warning glint in his electric blue gaze. "Don't make me tickle you. You really don't want me to tickle you."

Groaning, Rowan let his head fall back with a hard thud on the paneled floor. "Fiiiiine," he sighed, drawing out the word to express his unhappiness in the matter. "The girls get the double beds." From above him, Arien turned to Cassandra and Tamari, giving them a dorky, yet proud thumbs-up with a wink.


Cassandra pumped the air with a triumphant fist, laughing the whole while. Grabbing Tamari by the arms, she pulled the other girl into the room, dancing in circles around and around. Tamari threw back her head and laughed as well, long brown hair reaching down to brush her waist as she swung. Arien began clapping in time, eyes twinkling with merry laughter as he made a beat for the girls. Rowan, having resigned himself to his fate, didn't move.

Xavier and Zane watched silently, though the eager gleam in Zane's eyes betrayed how much he wanted to be a part of it. "Come on," Xavier muttered, turning his back on the nauseatingly cheerful sight. How they could be so happy, he'd never understand. There was no way he'd ever have agreed to this, if the cash prize hadn't been dangled in front of his face by the hyper-active Zane. Walking down the hall, he heard the light running footsteps as Zane followed after him like a diligent little puppy.

Looking up at the tall boy, Zane smiled shyly. "So uh, where are we going to sleep, Xavy?" He was probably the only one that could get away with a nickname like that without having his tongue ripped out. Though perhaps it was safer if that knowledge rested only with Xavier himself.

"We get the mattresses. I'm not going to be rolling around on the floor like a moron, fighting for some stupid bed." He'd slept on the floor all his life, a few nights more wasn't going to kill him. Zane? Maybe. But at least then he'd probably get some more peace. No one else dared to bother him, except for the small boy.

"Ok!" Zane replied cheerily, happy to be wherever it was that Xavier went. It wasn't a blind devotion as most thought, Zane had earn't Xavier's trust and vice-versa, so he wasn't nearly as dependent as he seemed.


Rowan craned his neck to peer out the door before looking up at Arien with an arched eyebrow of distaste. "Looks like we get the singles." Arien pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. Truthfully, he was comfortable anywhere, but life was so much more fun with a little laughter. Beneath him he felt Rowan squirm uncomfortably. "So.....You planning on getting off me anytime soon, Silverware?"


Teehee, that's all done! On to the next one.

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Here's the second prompt!

3. Now they've decided where they're sleeping, they make their way to the living room but find that it is empty expect for a few large and heavy boxes which hold the furniture which [1] and [4] have been told to put together within a time limit, how well do they do?

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[Xavier and Zane]

"Well isn't this cozy," Arien said, taking note of the cardboard boxes scattered around the living room. Leaping up on top of one with elven grace, he folded his legs beneath him and sat down, squirming a bit to make himself comfortable.

"I don't think It's going to be staying like this, genius." Cassandra quipped, rocking into the room. Standing in the center, she placed her hands on her hips and did a quick survey, arching a perfectly done eyebrow to show that she was not impressed in the least. Then again, it was pretty hard to impress an angel. After Heaven, everything on earth seemed...well...lame. Spotting a crisply folded piece of paper on top of the largest box, Cassandra made for it, but Rowan beat her too it. He laughed, flipping the paper over and through his fingers in a serious of complicated maneuvers.

"Huh, better luck next time luv, gotta work those fingers of yours a bit faster if you want to beat me."

Cass rolled her eyes in disgust, contemplating whether or not to end his mortal existence with a snap of her fingers. "Open the letter Sherlock, we're on a schedule here." Xavier's voice interrupted the silence where Cassandra had been about to interject another trademark, witty comeback.

Rowan soured at Xavier's moody demeanor, but complied and flicked the paper open, brown eyes scanning quickly over the instructions written there. Once he was done, on a whim he folded the paper into a smaller form then popped it into his mouth, swallowing it. There were exclamations from Tamari, Cass and Zane, though it was impossible to get any form of reaction other than contempt from Xavier, and Arien had been too busy cleaning his nails to notice.

"Xavier and Zane, you're up for renovation business." Rowan reported with a grin, licking his lips. "Apparently this is our new furniture in the boxes, but we only get to use what you guys can unpack in two minutes."

All eyes turned to the tiny form of Zane. "We're screwed." Sang out Arien's lilting voice.
No one argued.


There was an egg timer, in the shape of a bunny, sitting on the window sill and Cassandra snatched this before Rowan even had a chance to move. Holding it up teasingly, she stuck her tongue out.
"Let's get this party started then, the sooner we start the sooner I can sit down in a real chair." With that, she set the timer, turning the carrot switch to rest on two minutes. Abruptly, the carrot began ticking over, moving closer to the open bunny mouth at the top as the two minutes began.

The room spun into chaos as everyone stepped back to give Xavier and Zane room, except for Arien of course, who seemed perfectly content where he was. Zane swung his head wildly, looking for a safe place to deposit his fish Floosy before starting, in exasperation Cassandra plucked the fish from his grasp. "Get a move on Goldilocks, we haven't got all day." With a last glance, Zane ducked away in search of a small box for him to unpack.

Xavier, being stubborn as usual, had chosen to unpack the box that Arien was taking roost on. "Move it, elf." He growled, attempting to pull away the tape that held the box shut. He swiped a hand out at Arien, but the elf leaped lightly to his feet, dancing lightly over the surface of the box whenever Arien took a swing at him.

"Come on, Shadow Boy, better get a move on or you won't unpack anything." He sang, doing a perfect roll in the air to accompany another one of his jumps, landing one again on the box but this time on his hands, he continued to dance out of Xavier's grasp. Using his powers, Xavier focused on the cast of Arien's shadow, grasping it in his hands and yanking hard, sending the laughing boy flying. Triumphantly, he stretched his hand to open the box, just as the timer rang.

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"That could have gone better." Rowan admitted reluctantly, having a glaring match with the maroon kettle seated upon the fold-out table. With Xavier wasting his time with Arien, Zane had managed to unpack a few picnic chairs and a table himself, as well as the kettle. Nobody had said anything to Xavier in rebuke though, seeing as there was a light of bloody murder screaming in his black eyes.

"Am I forgiven yet?" Came the sulky call from Arien, who was sitting in the corner of the room with his back to the others. Tamari frowned, her forehead furrowing as she considered it. Punishment honestly wasn't in her nature. She was about to open her mouth to say yes when Xavier spoke first.

"No. If you move an inch I swear I'll rip your eyes out and shove them down your throat." He growled, dead serious with his threat. Behind him, his shadow stretched out closer to Arien, as if it wanted a piece of him as well, reacting to it's owner's rage. Xavier wasn't usually humiliated like that.

"Stay in your Corner of Shame, Arien. Better there than here, where Xavier can get you." Cassandra warned, slapping down the hand of cards she had on the table, causing Zane, Tamari and Rowan who were also playing, to glance up. "Go fish!" She cried happily with a laugh.

The room was silent for a moment before Rowan said quietly, "Cass, we're playing poker."

"Oh."



There's 3 done xD

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4. The furniture's together, now for dinner and a rest! [2] and [5] are designated for cooking first. What do they cook? Do they work well together? Does their cooking go down well?

[Rowan and Cassandra]

"Chow time!" Rowan exclaimed in exultation practically prancing into the side room kitchen. Looking around in confusion when there weren't half-naked house maids cooking for him, Rowan pouted. "But where's the food?"

"We've got to cook it, and by 'we', I mean you and me." Cassandra murmured, looking up from the piece of paper she was holding as she walked into the kitchen. There was no recipe or ingredient list, there were simply instructions that it was up to her and Rowan to cook dinner. She eyed the sorrowful Rowan warily, "Do you even know how to cook?"

Taking on an insulted air, Rowan rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt professionally. "Do I know how to cook? Me? Of course I do, my dear lady." Skeptically, Cassandra eyed the bandages that encased Rowan's right arm and hand.

Pointing them out, she cocked her head in thought. "If you're going to cook, you might want to be taking those things off." She informed him logically, moving over to the cupboards and checking for ingredients. Rowan's lips thinned and he shook his head in silent refusal, moving to the other side of the kitchen to look for utensils.

"How do burgers sound?" Cass interjected into the silence, pulling out buns and sauce from the cupboards. Without turning around, she questioned Rowan. "Is there any meat in the fridge that we can use?" Sullenly, Rowan turned to check.

Met with a blast of cold air, he bent down and rummaged through the contents, pushing aside chocolates and dairy products until he came across a package of mince meat. Holding it up with a triumphant cry, Rowan called from inside the fridge. "Will mince beef do?"

Cassandra turned to look in exasperation at the form of Rowan, almost completely inside the wide fridge. "Eh, we can make it work." She decided with a lazy shrug. "Bring it over here."

- 1 Hour Later // Out in the Living Room -

"They'd better be cooking up one hell of a feast if it's taking this long," Xavier grumbled, leaning his head back to fall over the edge of his chair with a sigh. On the ground, Tamari was showing Zane her collection of wooden animal carvings, both of them totally infatuated with the miniature artwork.

Arien was still curled up in the corner, journal in hand as he drew something in, thin wrist flicking delicately over the page in swift strokes. For once the silver-haired elf looked lost in concentration, eyes narrowed as he worked in silence. Xavier was glad for the break from his endless chatter.


"See? This one is a -" Tamari was cut off from her presentation by muffled shouts from the kitchen. Lifting his head, Xavier turned lazy eyes to the doorway where the noise was coming from.

"I said salt, SALT! Not sugar you moron, what were you thinking?!" That was Cassandra, verbally beating the crap out of Rowan due to some mistake or other. Sugar instead of salt? What an idiot. He almost winced at the next high-toned screech that sounded out. "Where in the hell did you get a blowtorch! Put it down!"
A blowtorch.
What?

"No, no, I said NO Rowan! What are-.......You're insane! No we don't need a live fish, what are you talking about? A bucket? Get the hell out of my kitchen! No, leave the blowtorch right there, no.....don't you dare touch that stove. The gas is on! Don't put the blowtorch there! Rowan!"

There was more shouting and banging from the kitchen followed by silence and an ominous puff of black smoke floating out of the room. Zane lifted his head in worry, lips pursed. "You don't think she killed him or something, do you Xavy?" He questioned worriedly, looking up at Xavier.

"If she did, she'd be doing us all a favor," Xavier replied, not making any effort at all to reassure the boy.

Rowan trudged sulkily out of the kitchen, having being banished. His face was black with ash, hair sticking up wildly. Arien snickered as Rowan took a seat beside him, though he glared at the elf to silence him. "Not a word."

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Everyone was hungry and bored. Rowan had fallen asleep so Arien was carefully drawing shapes in the black soot that still marred his face. Zane watched with silent laughter. Tamari was sitting on top one of the boxes that hadn't been unpacked, reading a book quietly. Everyone looked up as Cassandra entered, hair frazzled and a big plate covered by a lid balanced on her hand.

She dumped it on the table, the sound loud enough to startle Rowan awake, which had apparently been the goal since she sent a sour glare in his direction. "Dinner.....due to unforeseen and unmentionable circumstances.....is served." She ground out, lifting the lid to reveal a heaping plate of.....scrambled eggs.

"Smells delicious!" Rowan crowed, surging forward for first piece. Whipping out a knife she had hidden under her shift, Cassandra pointed it at him in dire warning.

"One more move, one more step and I serve you for dinner instead. You eat last." Rowan had the good sense not to argue as everyone else dug in, heaping piles of scrambled eggs onto paper plates, since the real ones hadn't been unpacked in time.

Arien looked up from his plate just as Rowan was scraping what was left, up for himself. "So uh.....what happened to the burgers?" Twin death glares scared him into silence and the rest of the meal was carried out in peace.

Never. let. Rowan. cook.

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Well, no one is even reading this, but ah well. I'll keep posting just for the self satisfaction of actually finishing it for once. Thanks for the support.
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5. A few days pass and a relationship is growing between [3] and [6], is it a good one or is it a bad one? What measures are made to make their relationship blossom, or stop them from attacking each other on sight?

[Arien and Tamari]

"You're avoiding me, aren't you?" Arien challenged, prancing after Tamari in the empty hallway. Even in the dim light of afternoon, his hair shone with its own luminescence. His strange hair had earned the name Silverware from Rowan, something the boy had yet refused to drop. He'd need a talking to, later on. For now, he had other business.

"I'm not avoiding you, per say. I just don't think this is a very good idea." Came the soft reply from Tamari, a frown crossing her lips as Arien pulled up in front of her, stopped her walk with outstretched hands.

"What's not a good idea? I'm an elf, everything I say is a good idea!" he exclaimed, stubbornly refusing her rejection. He rejected her rejection, as it were. He had decided that Tamari was to become his wife, after all, she was the second prettiest person here besides he. Arien wasn't physically able to go more than a week without proposing to someone, being trapped in the House didn't change that. Honestly, they should be grateful he wasn't proposing to Rowan instead.

"Come on Tim-tam," he moaned with a laugh, though the whole time he was just teasing her. Getting down on his knees, he fluttered his grey eyelashes up at her in an exaggerated manner, blue eyes wide. "It's only for the rest of your life."

Tamari laughed and with a 'whack' she brought the book down, slamming it into Arien's face. "No means no. Learn your place, playboy." Sticking her tongue out, she walked around the frozen Arien and skipped out the door.

6. A week has passed and it's time for an eviction! Someone hasn't put in their penny's worth and needs to be gotten rid of. Choose one OC, and have them say their weepy, or exuberant, goodbyes.

Devious, devious Arien, after having his heart and pride broken, had sneakily gone around to all the other contestants and bribed, black-mailed or coerced them into voting Tamari off.

"I'm so sorry, cupcake." Cass crooned, hugging Tamari for the last time. She shot a warning glare at Arien who was edging closer. "Stay away pedophile, I heard what you did." She had been the only one to vote for Rowan, rather than Tamari.

"It's fine, Cass. Honestly, I don't even know what I was doing here in the first place." Tamari said around a slight giggle. Turning to Zane, she bent down and hugged the small boy goodbye. He sniffled and she smiled gently, reaching into her pocket and drawing out another animal carving she had made for him. Handing him the carving of a Fire Bird, she folded his small hands around it. "You take good care of that, ok Zaney?" She whispered, and he nodded a teary promise.

Leaning forward under a sudden heavy weight on her back, she craned her neck to see Rowan slung cheerfully over her back. "We'll miss ya chicky." He crowed, tussling her long hair with a carefree laugh. Rowan was able to make friends with pretty much anyone or anything, even when that friend in question didn't always feel the same in return.

Xavier, being unsociable lingered at the back and said nothing. He was there because Zane dragged him along, no other reason. Still, Tamari walked over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. After all, he'd never done anything bad to her.

Arien was unfortunately next and she met him at the door. He hugged her, gave her butt a squeeze then pushed her gently out the door with a wave. "See you later Tim Tam! Goodbye is not forever, do not wait for me, my love, we will surely meet again someday! Bye! Toodles! See you later!" With that, he kicked the door shut and turned around, dusting his hands off with satisfaction.