Recycled Characters Prompt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short piece I did for a writing prompt. The idea was to pick some characters from someone ELSE'S body of work, rename them and put them in a different world then their own. My two characters come from a popular and iconic TV series... but you'll probably never guess who since so much has been changed. Enjoy!

Submitted: September 21, 2013

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“The bus ride was... surreal. They tell you, don't look back. But as we went through the gates... I did.” She shrugged and folded her arms scooting lower into her chair, her chin pressed down on her chest. The group, compiled of a mix of other ex inmates, some men, mostly women, stared at her as she thought out loud. “I don't know what I was expecting to feel. I've spent the last year locked up because of this...” her eyes flicked up for a second, and then down toward her knees again. “Anger.” she said in a breath. Her cheeks flushed in the moment of silence that followed. Then, finding her voice again, she continued with a shake of her dark curled hair. “I've been angry most of my life. It's served me well until I ended up in there. Hell, it served me well in there. They accepted it in there, it was even expected. I was just another one of their wild animals. Of course I was suppose to learn to control it... but did I? Did I really?” She paused, her eyes darting back and forth for a second before taking a breath in and continuing. “Am I ready for this? Watching them lock me out I can't help but think, I belong there. Can I really just go back to normal life with normal people?”

The group clapped, someone said some meaningless words, and the meeting continued. Lana sunk further into her chair and buried her forehead into a cupped hand, embarrassed to have shared so much, and for what? These people, they were just like her, and yet completely different. None of them dropped out of the police academy, stole a squad car, uniform, and badge, and proceeded to break someone out of jail and smuggle them out of the country. Not that she could tell them the last part anyway. The judge who sentenced her didn't even know that much, if he did there was no way she'd have gotten one year and a slap on the wrist. No, she had Clark to thank for that. It was his quick thinking that kept her out of a life time prison sentence.

 

As the meeting came to a close she looked up from her seat, into his blue eyes. He was smiling back, with what? Pride? Amusement? She could never tell.

“I think that went well.” He said, bouncing on his toes a few inches in front of her, careful not to ever get too close.

“As well as an ant under a magnifying glass.”

“Hey, at least you didn't burst into flames.” Normally when he spoke he sounded cool, almost arrogant. When he spoke to her, his voice became softer, less sure, and yet still felt like water washing over her, making her feel clean and relaxed, like for once in her life she didn't have to have her guard up.

“You wanna grab something to eat?” She asked uncrossing her arms for the first time since entering the building an hour a go.

He gave her a goofy, boyish grin. “I thought you'd never ask.” He said, extending an arm to her.

“Don't think of this as a date.” She said, taking his arm. He sighed at her touch, obviously shocked she'd accepted it so easily.

“I would never be that presumptuous.” his smile doubled in size.

“Good.” She said, and then, unable to resist, she smiled too.


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