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Week Seven - This will thread will contain a week's worth of writing exercises to be completed each day. I'm going to award W.P. (writing points~) for completed assignments, it's 1 W.P. per regular assignment, 5 per bonus. If I make a super bonus assignment, I will tell you what it's worth individually. (Please bear in mind that I will not award points / will deduct points for incomplete / improperly completed assignments and I cannot award points past the days of the week in question. Thank you.)

You may do as many or as few as you please. Anyone is allowed to join up at any time, but please let me know in a PM if you want to be added to our tag list because only people on the tag list will be awarded points. Also, you may leave the exercises at any time. Please tell me if you wish to be removed, though. I will not remove you unless you request it.

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Monday! "Crime and punishment" week!

Take one of your characters and throw him / her in jail. Tell us what they've been imprisoned for, if they're guilty of the crime, and write them a rap sheet. Bonus: Show us their first day in prison. Do they fit in, lay low, start fights?

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Colton is "guilty" of all the things listed. He disagrees that a lot of them are actually crimes.

 

Name: Colton Jay Shadetalon 

Age: 20 years

Sex: Male

Race: Hunter

Current Crime: Treason, Murder of an fellow hunter, Consorting with Demons,  Consorting with mages, theft of hunter resources, Anarchy, Terrorism

Sentence: Imprisonment til torture and execution

Past Crimes: Public Disobedience of an Officer, Association with disgraced officers (multiple counts), Disregard for Education (multiple counts)

Prisoner Threat Level: Crimson (Level 5)

 

 

Bonus:

Wip

Torkenson was guilty. Of course he was guilty. The courts said he was guilty, so he was. And now he was to be punished. What had he done? Well, for that, you could check the public records:

Sentence Number: 01-001

Conviction Date: 03/04/2028

Punishment Type: Jail/Re-Education Center

Sentence Type: County Jail

County of Conviction: Meredeth

Commitment: Initial

Docket #: 12058122

Offense: Hate Speech Code Violations (Principal)

Offense Date: 03/01/2028

Type: Felon

Sentence Code: Class I

Bonus:

They half-carried and half-dragged Torkenson into the jail cell. They dropped him on the ground and one of the deputies kicked him as he hit the ground. Torkenson didn’t care, he wasn’t going to help them imprison him. He lay where they placed him, refusing to cooperate in any way. As the deputies stepped out of the way a man in a lab coat appeared.

He pressed his glasses up his nose as he said, “Look, inmate four-oh-two, the quicker you cooperate, the quicker you can get out of this place. We are here to help you, of course. He looked at a clipboard and nodded. He continued, “It says that you are here for a speech code violation. If you cooperate and admit your white privilege, you will be out of here in a few months. If not, well, your sentence does not have an end date.”

Torkenson stared at the ground, ignoring the man in the coat completely.

The man shrugged and said, “Well, if you continue this way, we will have to go with more extreme measures to help you. I will return with the nurses if you so choose.”

Torkenson continued to completely ignore the man. When he left, the cell door slammed shut and Torkenson thought to himself, “This is really it. They are going to torture and kill me for simply saying a word. I thought we had freedom of speech in this country. Obviously we do not, but people don’t believe it. I will refuse to cooperate and the more they do to me, the more people will see this system for what it has become… hopefully…”

Aaron Mundy claims that he couldn’t possibly be guilty, because the man he killed doesn’t exist. The judge disagreed however, saying the body found on his roof along with the plans drawn up in his house were proof enough.

Name: Aaron Mundy

DoB: 05/05/1983

Conviction Date: 23/02/2022

Offense: First Degree Murder

Offense date: 25/12/2021

Bonus:

Aaron stepped calmly into his cell, before turning to look at the guard. Holding out his hands, he waited patiently for him to undo his cuffs. The guard glared at him for a moment before relenting and releasing his hands. “I should leave them on. It would serve you right for what you did. My children cried for weeks,” said the guard, before spitting in Aaron’s face. Stepping back, he slammed the cell door shut and stormed off.

Aaron calmly wiped his face clean of the guard’s saliva and moved further into the cell where he saw his cell mate lying in bed, a bemused look on his face. “What’d you do to make him so upset?”

Aaron smiled slyly. “I left a bear trap on my roof.”

His cell mate stared at him in confusion. “You left a bear trap on your roof…. And that angered the guard how?”

“The bear trap crushed the dreams of millions of children, including his.”

His cell mate grew more confused. “How can one bear trap do that?”

“Because it caught Santa Claus.”

Name: Bluebow, Nataline A                                            D.R.#   8766602     

DOB:   6 / 8 / 1996            Received:  6 / 11 / 2009          Age: 13 (when rec'd)

County: Iwakiwato                                         Date of Offense: 6 / 8 / 2009

Age at time of offense: 13                  Race: Korean                Height: 5--6

Weight: 103                           Eyes: Blue                         Hair: Black

Native County: Opacanic                                                   State: Isutalu

?Prior Occupation: Student                                      Education Level: 8 years

Prior Prison Record:

           None

Summary: Convicted of the murder of her father, Ferick Bluebow, and her brother, Isaiah Bluebow, and physically assaulting her mother, Nytassia Bluebow. Nataline set fire to her house on the day of her thirteenth birthday, locking her father and brother within. Nytassia attempted to enter to release her spouse and son, and Nataline stopped Nytassia, breaking her mother's arm in the process. When confronted with the crime, all Nataline says is, "I didn't mean it." repeatedly while weeping. Neighbors were witnesses to this event, and Nytassia the one to file the report.

Tuesday!

Jewel and art heists are fun. Write about a big heist and show it going perfectly, or almost perfectly, and ultimately ending in success. Bonus: Brief character bios of everyone involved, their roles, and their skill set, please.

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“Look, we get in, we get out, no one gets hurt,” said Guido.

Luigi replied, “Yeah, yeah, boss, I get it. What about the new guy? Does he understand?”

Guido looked over at the new guy and said, “Hey. New guy. You get this, right?”

The New Guy stuttered, “Well, yes, I suppose so.”

Guido interrupted, “Look, it’s not that hard. Here, look at the map. Here’s the jewels, there’s the watch counter. We get in, we get out, no one gets hurt.”

Luigi looked over his shoulder and said, “Yeah, I get it, I get it. We get in, we get out, no one gets hurt.”

New guy looked up at Luigi and then back to Guido. He said, “I think I understand. We get in? Right?”

Luigi responded, “Yeah, yeah, we get in, we get out, no one gets hurt.”

New guy continued, “And after we get in, then we get out?”

Luigi eagerly replied, “Yeah, that’s the ticket. We get in we get out, no one gets hurt.”

New guy finished, “And while we’re getting in and then getting out, no one gets hurt.”

Guido nodded and smiled. He said, “Yeah, New Guy, I think you’ve got it. We get in, we get out, no one gets hurt.”

New guy looked puzzled and then said, “Wait a minute. I’m not quite getting this.”

Luigi said, “Come on! This is simple! We get in, we get out, no one gets hurt! Here, look at the map.”

New guy carefully looked at the map and then looked up at Guido. He said, “But if all we do is get in and get out, what about the jewels? Aren’t we going to get the jewels?”

Guido’s face went red as he cried out, “What? Are you crazy? That would be stealing! We’re not stealing here! I told you, we get in, we get out, no one gets hurt! Go on, get out of here, we don’t want your kind around here!”

(Yeah, I stole the concept there. You win 2 internets if you can name the original source).

Bonus:

Guido. Boss. Well, just the boss of Luigi, since there’s no one else in the gang. Skills: leading. Obeying the law.

Luigi. Follower of Guido. Will basically do whatever Guido asks. Skills: following Guido.

New Guy. New recruit into the gang. Doesn’t quite understand the gang’s purpose (obviously). Skills: None.

Wednesday!

Take the same heist from yesterday and have it go disastrously wrong, either comedicly or tragically so. End with your cast either dying or getting locked up. Bonus: Write a scene after the fact from one of the failed thief's POV--either in death or in jail. Have them think about (in addition to any other thoughts) what they intended to do with their prize and the actions / fate of their teammates.

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EDIT: Eh, screw it. If it was a holiday, I would do it.

Guido and Luigi headed into the jewelry store. They walked around, looked at the cases with the valuable jewelry, and turned to head back towards the exit. Guido quietly whispered to Luigi, “We get in, we get out. No one gets hurt.” Luigi nodded as they turned towards the exit.

Suddenly, Luigi slipped. He cried out as his ankle turned and he fell, heavily, onto the case with the gold watches. The glass could not withstand the sudden pressure and shattered. Luigi cried out again as the broken glass sliced through his hands and blood splattered everywhere. Guido panicked and looked around. One of the workers at the store started over to help. Guido yelled, “No one gets hurt! Did you forget? No one gets hurt!”

The worker looked over at Guido in confusion. Guido turned and ran for the door at the same time a large set of iron bars dropped over the door. Guido screamed, “Noooo!”

The worker went over to Luigi and gently took his hands and pressed a bandage to them. Guido pounded on the door and the bars, yelling incoherently. A moment later the bars went up and Guido flung the door open only to crash into the arms of the police. He cried out, “We said no one gets hurt! No one was supposed to get hurt!”

The police took the flailing body of Guido and shoved him into the rear of the police car, unsure of what else to do with him.


Bonus:

Guido sat in the cell, looking at the pretty white walls all around him. His nose itched, but he could not move his arms, as they were strapped in a coat around his sides. Instead he leaned forward and face-planted into the soft white ground of his cell. He purred in contentment as he rubbed his nose against the soft padding of his cell.

A small window in the door to his cell slid open and someone looked in on him. Guido did not notice and continued rolling around on the ground in his straightjacket. The person at the door spoke to the one next to him and said, “I don’t know if there’s much hope for this one. He just keeps mumbling that no one was supposed to get hurt…”

Thursday!

If people are commiting crimes, there's always someone trying to stop them. Invent a Sherlock Holmes type or other kind of detective, and give us a brief bio on them. Tell us their motivation for solving crimes and their attitude toward criminals as well as average people, and their strengths / weaknesses. Bonus: Have them reflect on one of their great accomplishments and their feelings about it.

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The weather isn't that good. It's raining outside and thunderbolt clashes often. It still doesn't interrupt the birthday ceremony of a daughter from a noble family inside a gorgeous mansion. Most of them enjoy continuous joy and happiness during the day, celebrating Valencia Pearman's 17th birthday.

The noble family hired a famed private military company, Blackhowitz Corporation, to ensure the party goes well without interruption. Instead of sending out veterans from war in Iraq and Afghanistan, the company sent out their subjects from the 'supersoldier' program they spent on. They thought that juveniles would get along better with the situation, and also would like to know more about their behavior.

One of the teams assigned to guard the mansion's interior, Delta Team, finds themselves to be liked by many of the party attenders. Mainly the male ones, since all of the team members are beautiful females of various nationality and ethnicity.

Two of Delta Team members, Yuki and Alena, lean against the wall for a chit-chat.

"There is a ton of security devices being implanted. Therefore, it seems a waste of money to get any more security by paying us. Either these rich fuckers would like to know more about private forces, or they don't know what else to spend their money on," Alena, the head of Delta Team mutters.

"Yeah, I know. The girl is such a selfish bitch," Yuki replies, letting out a sigh before continuing. "I don't even think these guys know how painful our life is before we get to be recruited into the PMC."

"Right."

Alena grabs her cup of coffee from the table beside ber and takes a sip of it. She needs to stay awake, not to drink alcohol.

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Suddenly, the door blasts open. A brown-haired woman can be seen hastily rushing to get inside the room.

"Murder! Murder!" The woman shouts.

Everyone turns their eyes on the woman, surprised. Not long after, the woman loses her balance and falls to the floor. The red high heels she wear make it harder to run.

Everyone stops their current activity. Some people immediately rush to the woman and help her to get up, while others get worried of what the woman said.

All Blackhowitz Corporation operatives pull out their weapons. Some unholster their gun from the hip while others unsling their weapon from their back. They report to other operatives on guard via their headset about a possible homicide. Delta Team, which is composed of four young Blackhowitz contractors, which are Alena, Yuki, Ivy, and Leyla, gently push through the crowd to reach the woman.

Alena, the head of Delta Team, tells the party attenders to give her some space. Soon, Alena can see the woman sitting on the floor. Her body trembles like a scaredy cat. Seeing a brave, young female in the combat uniform of the PMC, her beautiful, hazelnut eyes glance toward the operative.

"Valencia... s-she..."

"Don't you tell me that Miss Valentine has been murdered!" Murmured Alena, the operative the woman see.

The attenders of the party gasp in despair. They can't believe how the killer managed to kill someone in a mansion guarded with such high security.

"Where is she?!" Roy demands, which is Valencia's protective brother.

"She died in her room," the woman replies, this time trying to maintain calm.

"No time to waste! Let's move!" Alena yells, signaling her team to follow her.

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As they enter the room, they can see Valencia sitting against the wall. A knife pierces through her stomach. Her blood soaks her dress and paints the floor in crimson.

"I'm calling the cops!" Yells one of the party attenders, pulling out his phone from his pocket before stepping out from the room.

Alena leans closer to examine the corpse.

'A kitchen knife. Must have been taken from the kitchen,' Alena thinks to herself.

'Valencia always locks the door whenever she gets inside her room. The window is also locked, and it isn't shattered. Beside, security is tight. The killer is either a cunning person, or a highly skilled individual. Valencia's selfish attitude got us pissed off, so there might be a person killing her just because of that.'

Alena stands up and thinks to herself again, walking around the room.

'No, no way. There must be several other reasons needed to have enough hatred to kill her. Maybe I have to ask some people about it.'

Suddenly, Alena receives a hit to her shoulder. She turns her head to see Leyla, which stands beside her. "I never thought we have to play a bit of Sherlock Holmes for now. We're mercenaries, not detectives."

"I know. But let's see if I can solve the case to make things easier. Though I'm glad to see Valen dead."

These juveniles have stopped several criminal activities and engaged in armed conflicts in the past few months. Their enhancements and abilities prove to be effective. But how about their analytic ability? Alena seems to be one of the smartest of the whole branch. She considers this case to be just another challenge for her.

Bonus:

For this case, Alena tries to solve the murder mystery just because she's afraid if the police catches up the wrong person, which can be her or her team. That's the only reason she tries to find the killer. She hates the victim anyway, but of course she's not the killer.

Alena has little to no experience in solving murder mysteries. But she enjoys Sherlock Holmes and murder mysteries during her youth. She loves the television series NCIS and CSI.

Although, saying that Alena doesn't care much about saving the world is wrong. She knows how it feels to be the weak. She knows how being bullied feels like. During her childhood, she wished that one day, she will become a hero. Seemed childish, but it turns out to be true.

In the past few months, she and her team kicked ass. They stopped various illegal activities around the world. Stopped a human trafficking activity around the borders of Mexico, assassinated the dictator in Africa, saved lot of children from being forced to become child soldiers, captured various arms dealers, and other activities. At the same time, they made money for themselves and the company too.

She glads that she can save a lot of people's lifes. Though these days, she has a suspicion toward Blackhowitz Corporation's leader. She wonders what his intention might be, and she kinda has a bad feeling about it.

Nevertheless, she'll continue to help people through her job.

Cameron Dallas: a smart 4'9 man with a serious reputation. He is known for solving the largest crime know to man: The Nuclear Bomb incident that sparked Godzilla from its ashes. His ice blue eyes miss nothing and he can almost always follow a case. Although, when it comes to forensic details, he fails miserably. He completely despises criminals and their daring crimes such as graffiti and believes he was born to hunt them. 

Bonus:

Well, the day I found out who had thrown that nuclear bomb, I think it's fantastic. Some people don't realize how important it is to solve crimes. They think only the Armed forces should deal with crimes but their thinking is completely and utterly wrong. It was the best crime I've ever solved in my lifetime. I loved that time although I had to do forensic science magic work hat I would have failed without my trusty wrench. Why a wrench, you ask? Well, because there were no people left. I had genetically engineered another Godzilla to kill that Godzilla and then I killed the other one and genetically engineered more humans. Hehe. Yeah....that was fun. 

Fin

Dammit man. Dammit man is known for his catch phrase (can you guess?). He usually shows up just a little too late to prevent the crime, but soon enough to say, “Dammit!” when presented with the crime he had just missed. He then attempts to solve the crime, but often gets frustrated because he can’t really find any clues. Usually someone else near him will solve the crime based on the idea that since Dammit man has eliminated all the other possibilities, the only possibility left will actually be evidence. This, once again, usually leads to another, “Dammit!”

In his normal day-to-day life, in his alter ego, he is an accountant who never swears. Instead, when he hears of a crime, he quickly puts on a mask, turns into Dammit man, and shows up just a little too late. He really can’t understand why he can’t solve more cases or at least show up on time.

Bonus:

A Dammit man fan boy took the autograph and said, “Oh, Dammit man, you are my hero. Tell us again about the time you almost caught that bank robber?”

Dammit man sat back in his chair and replied, “Oh, that was a good time. I was just a block or two away when I heard that bank alarm go off. I knew I was going to get there on time. I had to quickly run into the alley to change into my Dammit Man costume, then I ran to the bank. Just as I got there, I tripped over the bottom step. I yelled, ‘Dammit!’ really loud. Before I could get up, the robber ran out the door and jumped into his getaway car. I stood up, watched the car drive away and yelled, ‘Dammit’ again. Two ‘Dammits’ at one crime scene. That was quite a day…”

Friday!

Invent a big bad of the criminal world--a Moriarty type character, a napoleon of crime, a Godfather--the man pulling everyone's strings behind the scene. Explain where he came from, how he got here, and why he is the way he is. Bonus: Create a death scene for him. Is it tragic? Sympathetic? Does he feel cheated? Or is he proud? Happy? Resigned? At peace?

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(Forget about Friday? Me? >_> I don't know what you're talking about.)

Your seventh week scores are as follows:

@NightBirdBlue - 1
@Ogre11 - 24
@BenCrucifix - 6
@TacocaT - 1
@Raven47 - 5
@At_Your_Throat - 6

Congratulations to Ogre11, for conquering creative crime~! Congratulations to everyone else on your participation. Sorry I've been having issues with posting on time, still juggling a lot of problems IRL. But as always, it is absolutely wonderful to see you all practicing your skills. ^^ 

Thanks again to 3J for awarding points and giving us a place to track them: Link

Points awarded for weeks 6 and 7. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1oFAUo6tAOdf1FUrd3_siPu8Pvv_6-j-4BUwx1VEp3I0/edit#gid=0

Yay, 2,000 Exp! MM trophy, here I come!

Thanks again.