Samples First Person: Nngh... Wiiiiiill, are we done yet? I swear, it's--
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Ahn? Where...?
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What. What?! Where are all the bodies?! Where is the ice?! More importantly, WILL, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN A BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN?! Ronald! Ronald!! Where are you?!
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Ugh, my back is killing me. If I have to paddle this thing back to England, I shall be very cross with both of you for leaving me here. How could you do that to a lady of my delicate constitution? We weren't even that far into overtime! Honestly, you're both so terrible. Will! WI--
Wings? Wings?! Why am I-- ...Wait.
...Oh, bloody hell.
Third Person: She knew this place. Grell knew this place, but the annoying thing was she couldn't remember from where. The wings were a very big and very annoying clue that gave her just enough of a hint that she vaguely recalled something of this sort happening before, but trying to figure the puzzle out resulted in a very large headache and she simply didn't want to have a headache over a pair of (admittedly pretty) red wings. She was, after all, stuck at sea. Lake. Sea-lake. Something. She was in a boat in the middle of a very large body of water from which she could not see land and her clothes were not at all right. It had taken her a moment to realize that she was only wearing a pair of cotton (ugh, cotton - such a plebeian fabric) pants, but once she'd realized, she'd screamed endlessly about how perfectly indecent it all was. Who in their right mind stripped a lady down to a pair of pants?!
In the middle of the ocean.
Grell sighed, sitting on the wooden bench, chin in hand as she stared off across the water. Her shoulders ached and even if she could feel her chainsaw waiting for her to call it, she really had no purpose for it. She could rage and cut the boat in half, but then she'd be left sitting in the water and salt water was so not good for her skin. Not that sitting under the sun with no parasol and nothing to cover her bare shoulders was any better, but she'd rather get a bit of sun than suffer through pruned skin. Grell sighed again, blowing the air up through her red bangs and drummed her fingers against her cheek.
"How could anyone do this to a lady of my caliber? What if Sebas-chan were to see? Or worse, William?" Her face burned red at the thought of Will's cold green eyes crawling over her exposed skin, taking in every inch of porcelain perfection. "Aaaaah! How indecent!"
Oh, now she wished Will were here to do that! She rolled back, ready to flop into the boat when her wings touched the other bench and she screamed in pain, rolling over, upsetting the boat and getting dumped unceremoniously into the sea. Sputtering, she broke the surface of the water and clung to the side of the boat, fuming.
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First Person: Nngh... Wiiiiiill, are we done yet? I swear, it's--
...
Ahn? Where...?
...
What. What?! Where are all the bodies?! Where is the ice?! More importantly, WILL, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN A BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN?! Ronald! Ronald!! Where are you?!
...
Ugh, my back is killing me. If I have to paddle this thing back to England, I shall be very cross with both of you for leaving me here. How could you do that to a lady of my delicate constitution? We weren't even that far into overtime! Honestly, you're both so terrible. Will! WI--
Wings? Wings?! Why am I-- ...Wait.
...Oh, bloody hell.
Third Person: She knew this place. Grell knew this place, but the annoying thing was she couldn't remember from where. The wings were a very big and very annoying clue that gave her just enough of a hint that she vaguely recalled something of this sort happening before, but trying to figure the puzzle out resulted in a very large headache and she simply didn't want to have a headache over a pair of (admittedly pretty) red wings. She was, after all, stuck at sea. Lake. Sea-lake. Something. She was in a boat in the middle of a very large body of water from which she could not see land and her clothes were not at all right. It had taken her a moment to realize that she was only wearing a pair of cotton (ugh, cotton - such a plebeian fabric) pants, but once she'd realized, she'd screamed endlessly about how perfectly indecent it all was. Who in their right mind stripped a lady down to a pair of pants?!
In the middle of the ocean.
Grell sighed, sitting on the wooden bench, chin in hand as she stared off across the water. Her shoulders ached and even if she could feel her chainsaw waiting for her to call it, she really had no purpose for it. She could rage and cut the boat in half, but then she'd be left sitting in the water and salt water was so not good for her skin. Not that sitting under the sun with no parasol and nothing to cover her bare shoulders was any better, but she'd rather get a bit of sun than suffer through pruned skin. Grell sighed again, blowing the air up through her red bangs and drummed her fingers against her cheek.
"How could anyone do this to a lady of my caliber? What if Sebas-chan were to see? Or worse, William?" Her face burned red at the thought of Will's cold green eyes crawling over her exposed skin, taking in every inch of porcelain perfection. "Aaaaah! How indecent!"
Oh, now she wished Will were here to do that! She rolled back, ready to flop into the boat when her wings touched the other bench and she screamed in pain, rolling over, upsetting the boat and getting dumped unceremoniously into the sea. Sputtering, she broke the surface of the water and clung to the side of the boat, fuming.
"SOMEONE COME PICK ME UP!"