Gie-chan: *runs into view and trips* I'm back!
Okay, no. I rarely show up here with my fanfictions. *Sigh* I just can't bring myself to post those without finishing them first.
Oh, yeah! This was just another idea I came up with, maybe give myself a little challenge for now. It's pretty simple actually. Uh...how do I say this? Uhmm...oh! Yeah, you guys could give like maybe a verb, an adjective, or a noun and I'll try to make a short story around it.
I'll put up some rules on the A/N below. Even if it's just words, I'd like to have some limitations on certain things.
Alright then, I'll just go with the short story.
Words: Pick and Luck from my phone's keyboard.
With the air tense as ever between them, it was only a matter of time before one of them will come out in triumph. One chance left. A single choice to be made.
It was now the final round, and Jay wasn't planning to lose this time. Sweet, sweet victory is within his reach, yet defeat ever looming around it. One wrong move and it'll be over.
Jay breathed. It wasn't going to be easy. Simple? Yes. Easy? Not quite.
Jay thought about the chances. It was 50/50, kind of risky. But this isn't about numbers, it's wether he'd make the right choice or not.
Determination showed on his features, masking the nervousness that could be found on his face. But his uncertainity and fear of making a wrong move was given away by his trembling hand.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
He had to choose.
Jay gazed into the eyes of his opponent. His expression ever so unreadable and easily hiding whatever is beneath the mask. His icy blue eyes not giving away any information, not even a glimpse of his thoughts showed. It was only blank.
Blank. Another expression that he's seen on multiple occasions from him. It was pretty hard to read.
Left...right...left...right...
His eyes looking into each direction, into each of the objects in front of him, unable to make a decision.
Left, right, left...left, right...
"Jay, just get this over with," Cole exclaimed in an annoyed tone, "We're going to starve if you don't let Zane go."
"Just wait, I just need one victory. One!" Jay answered. He just wanted to win for once in this game.
"Just pick one!" Kai said, pretty exasperated.
Biting his lip and hoping for the best, he swooped down on the card on the left.
No.
No...
Zane smiled.
He'd won again.
Jay sighed and let his head drop to the table with a thunk and sending a couple of cards flying to the floor.
He lifted his hand holding the card he picked.
A Joker.
Jay thought it was just his luck and let his arm drop, letting go of the card that seemed to laugh at his loss.
Gie-chan: I can interpret these things however I please! Okay, I'll just put the rules...
1. NO. SWEARING. I'm pretty strict with that one. Last time someone said a bad word, three actually, purposely, in my face, just for fun...well, let's say...it didn't end well. If we're talking about promises, it's fine.
2. Nothing inappropriate.
3. You can be as random as you please.
4. Characters and terms from the show are accepted.
5. Up to five words per person. If a word is already taken, it won't be used again.
6. I'll also accept ships, but it might not be the way you expect it to be.
7. Remember that I'm pretty weird sometimes when it comes to these kinds of things.
And that's it. Though, some of them are pretty obvious. What do you guys think about this?