The Quiet Meme

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THE QUIET MEME

Rules:

- Post your character with name and canon, and also any preferences.
- Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose an option.
- Decide on roles and go to it!

1.  The Quiet Game
The first person to make any sound loses.  Do they lose a bet, do they have to buy the next round, or is this just for innocent (or, not so innocent) fun?  Are you the one making your partner lose, or are you the one barely able to contain yourself?

2.  At the Library/Museum/Church
You're both in a place where making noise just isn't very appropriate.  So why do you feel the urge to make some?

3.  Do Not Disturb
One of you needs quiet; perhaps they are studying, working hard at a project, or even sleeping.  Either way, they've asked you for some peace and quiet.  Why can't you just leave them alone?  How far will they go to get the quiet they deserve?

4.  Sneaky
One of you is sneaking somewhere you really shouldn't be sneaking.  Is it illegal, or are you just trying to get a midnight snack?  Are you breaking in, or out?  Did you overhear something you shouldn't have?

5.  Someone is There
Somebody is in the house!  Is it your friend playing a prank, or is it more serious than that?  Do you know who is there?  Are you hiding from them? How afraid are you?  Don't give yourself away!

6.  Can't Talk
One of you literally can't utter a sound.  Maybe someone or something magical stole your voice, or maybe you've just caught a bad cold, but not a peep from you.  How's your sign-language? 

7.  Forced
One of you has been forced to be keep quiet, restrained either by threat or physical force.  Is this a game with someone, or is it more dangerous than that?  How will you get the other person's attention, or are they the one who forced you in the first place?

Comments

Claire Stanfield | Baccano! | OTA

[vinovidivici]

2 LIBRARY

[antiwar]

[ Howl motions for Claire to come closer to him, holding a book in his hands. His eyes widen and he mouths Claire's name, then jabs his finger on to the book several times, trying to show the urgency of the situation! ]

[vinovidivici]

[ Don't insult him with these theatrics when he can read a guy's body language down to what he had for breakfast this morning! He's ignoring you outta spite for the moment, turning back to his book after dismissing Howl with a disparaging look over the top of it. ]

[antiwar]

[ Howl's struck by that look visibly, his mouth sloping into a wounded frown, before sporting a puckish, excitable smile. It's only a few seconds before he's approaching Claire to rest an elbow against his shoulder, leaning in to peek at what the redhead was reading. ]

[vinovidivici]

[ Headbutting that elbow with the side of his skull - but gently, too much so to dislodge it. He doesn't really want to hurt Howl, and even with a skull as thick as Claire's the elbow would win. He does shut the book quickly, keeping the spine pointing down so Howl can't see the cover clearly, and shoots a look along his shoulder at him with a mouthed "What?"

Even silent it has an irritated/amused Manhattan twang to it. ]

[antiwar]

[ Howl unfurls his hold on his book -- which had been balanced between the bow of his forearm and his hip, and sets it down atop of whatever Claire had been reading.

Behold. ]

ASAI;OHFUCSBCHSMVMV

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire only takes in the cover for a fraction of a second before he violently smacks the book up out of Howl's hands - then catches it in midair just before it flies out of his reach.

At the same time a vacuum forms in his mouth from how fast his jaw drops . He tries to take in a gasp of air and simultaneously start on a "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?", but that luckily gets held in by how tense he suddenly is. Not even his vocal chords can move enough to produce more than a strangled wheeze!

And now he's gone deer in the headlights for a second, except for quickly retracting his arm to hide the book against his chest.

It doesn't mean anything, okay, he just really wasn't expecting that. ]

[antiwar]

[ Howl's face held anticipatory excitement for that fraction of a second, before it begins glowing at Claire's reaction. Somehow, he managed to make this even funnier than he had imagined it would be, so his shoulders begin to shake and soft, airy crackling sounds start escaping from the very back of his throat.

He rests his hand on Claire's scalp for a moment, fingers burrowing in the thickness of his gingerdom before he gives his head a little push, and begins to turn red from the lack of air he's getting from all this laughter.

Claire is ... well, he won't think "adorable", but whatever the totally platonic equivalent of it is. ]

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire misses seeing the beginning of Howl's laughing fit as he's hunched over the book as if it might fly away again, turning as red as his hair from eartips to nose. It's mainly embarrassment over his reaction and Howl's barely-audible laughter rather than over the book itself... But seriously man, why would you do that?!?!

When his head gets shoved and released he turns over his shoulder to glare at Howl, hoping that everything below his eyes (i.e. the bright red part) is hidden by his collar. It's a You dirty punk kind of look. And it's accompanied by lobbing the book at his head. ]

[antiwar]

[ Howl winces when the book hits his head, lips quickly pursing to let out a pained breath before they're inevitably tugged back into a boyish grin. He holds the point of impact on his head with the palm of his hand in a nursing manner, because he's a dramaqueen, and then begins trying to nudge Claire to the edge of the bookshelf, closer to the wall. He's like 10 lbs though so good luck getting Claire to budge.

Quiet for only a second, before he remembers the look on his face, Howl's lips close tight together and make a motoring, sputtering sound. His body can't help but allow the laughter to envelop and constrict his throat and lungs again. One of his hands clutches at Claire's shoulder for support, as he tries to rest his weight against him. ]

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire knows by now that Howl just needs time to process his little episodes, so he'll wait this one out with learned patience. While he's trying to will his cheeks back to normal human color he doesn't bother to look around to see if the library patrons are being disturbed (they are) by these two strapping (well, one strapping and one... a strap) fellows leaning on each other and blushing and spluttering. He doesn't care if Howl draws unwanted attention to him because his company is more valuable than it could ever be embarrassing... How tsundere.

As Howl makes that motorboat noise Claire's lips start a small rebellion and twitch upwards before he restores order. Now he's less flustered he can hear there's nothing mocking behind Howl's laughter. It's just childish and exuberant. He's urgently trying not to smile now as he remains steadfastly glued to one spot despite the nudging and the leaning. ]

[antiwar]

[ Howl's head ...rolls off of Claire's shoulder, where it had been resting against at this point, and gives a bump at his chin before he finally falls back against the adjacent shelf, wiping at the corner of his eye with the back of his hand (which smudges a bit of mascara). His fingers then splay over his face as they push up his nose for a second, traveling up to his forehead in a final bout of what looks like the most fun, pleasurable miniature seizure on earth.

And then: a deep breath.

And he just looks at Claire, the redness slowly starting to leave his face as he places a finger against his lips, making a "shh" gesture. ]

wow howl stop orgasming in the library

[vinovidivici]

[ Ignoring that dramatic finale (or at least trying to seem like he is) by turning back to the bookshelf. In truth he's still clearly watching Howl sidelong.

There's something so unjust about being shushed when Howl started this with his laughing fit. And his stupid book before that. And his bothering Claire before that. Claire glowers, simmering, and raises a hand as if to shove Howl... but in the end he just makes a sweeping gesture at the book on the floor. Pick up your trash! ]

never

[antiwar]

[ Yeesh what a big brooklyn baby. A BBB, as the young kids call it.

Howl sweeps his own hand, though far more limp-wristed, at Claire. His brow furrows and his lips purse while parted into an "o", making it sort of look like he was an angry ape for a second. An angry beautiful ape...

He then kneels, grabbing the book. Rolling his eyes like a teenager, he tries to take another peek at whatever book Claire was holding! ]

4

[littleshit]

[Claudia is creeping back inside the house at 4 in the morning and is hungry, so she's going to try to creep to the kitchen and be quiet about it. DO THE CREEP!]

it's just like that bit in Ferris Bueller's Day Off...

[vinovidivici]

[ Do you think he wouldn't realize that his 14-year-old great-granddaughter was out of the house at 4am?

Have fun trying to get past your great-grandpa now. Luckily he guessed Claudia would try and come in through a bedroom window and was sitting up on the landing of the first floor waiting, so you've got the path through the ground floor to the kitchen free for now. But instinct, or perhaps the slap of a tiny flip-flop against a tiny foot, has him on alert and he's creeping right back at you down the stairs.

This is his turf. He knows where all the creaky floorboards are. You're going down, missy. ]

OMFG THIS TAG SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME /REBELLIOUS TEENS WORST NIGHTMARES

[littleshit]

[Claudia is full of herself, but she doesn't quite have the skills to back up her arrogance like Claire does. She doesn't notice Claire... noticing her, and quietly sheds her flip flops as she tip toes over to the kitchen. She goes slowly at first, crouching low and bending her long, beautiful legs with exaggeration as she crabs over through the threshold of the kitchen door.]

AHAHA

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire pads barefoot down the stairs, peeling each step off the hardwood carefully. The last three stairs are all squealers - he leans to one side and vaults over the bannister instead, fall cushioned by his drop into a crouch and the fluffy hall carpet.

Where would she go, if not straight upstairs? She's not exactly a typical target and her motives are different to what he'd usually consider. He crouches, ears strained in the pitch black for any giveaway, pupils already accustomed to the dark from the hours he's been watching for her. ]

[littleshit]

[WTF GRAND-DADDY, FUCK OFF.

Claudia freezes up as her own ears pick up on ... something. She's not sure what it is, but she's disappearing behind the wall of the kitchen and very SLOWLY crawls underneath the table to hide in the darkness there. Her small body fits through the legs of one chair no problem.

Oh God, she is actually terrified. Was sneaking out to see the opening of Breaking Dawn part 2 really worth it?]

[vinovidivici]

[ Having mentally run through the possibilities (looking for the jacket she left in the lounge, going to use the computer, munchies, covered in blood and looking for towels) he starts edging down the hall towards the lounge, passing the entrance to the kitchen on the way.

A dark silhouette moves across the even darker space of the open kitchen doorway as slowly as the passage of an eclipse. The ragged outline of its head turns gradually to look into the room, coming into a beam of moonlight light from the kitchen window which picks out one wide-open eye. ]

[littleshit]

[Claudia cowers when she sees his silhouette seemingly glide into the kitchen, folding her body into an egg-like shape as she lowers her chin to her arms. Her bottom lip trembles slightly as she wills crocodile tears to her eyes, preparing for an oncoming lecture. Or worse.

Her own eyes gleam in the dark... somehow, like a cat.]

[vinovidivici]

[ She might just glimpse a glint of white teeth, the edge of a grin in the moonlight, before Claire's silhouette vanishes from the doorway and there's a thump on the table above her.

The top of his head up to his nose appears over the edge as he peeks down onto where she's lying. With his mouth hidden and his eyes open so wide it's hard to gauge his mood. The overdramatic raspy voice might be a clue though. ] Found you.

[littleshit]

[With a loud, shrill shriek, Claudia lurches up instinctively, hitting the top of her head against the table hard enough to make it shake, even with Caire's weight atop of it.

There are tears streaming down her face, although they had been in the process of production since before Claire scared the living shit out of her!]

[vinovidivici]

[ Oh boy, he felt that. Claire uncoils from on top of the table and drops smoothly to kneel on the floor in front of her hideaway. ] Whoa, whoa, shhhhhh... [ Pulling her out from under the table by one of her arms and holding her against his chest, menace mode suddenly and totally replaced by soothe mode. ]

[littleshit]

[Claudia clings tightly to him, nuzzling her face against his shirt in an attempt to wipe her tears away without having to unclutch at him. Quietly, she whines underneath her breath:] Ohhwhhh... [And sniffles.]