#cb.task

TASK 001 - MIA’S PLAYLIST

drawing, a playlist by artsycharlie

so different, so quirky, poggers

Battle of the Choirs ; task #1

For our first task, we’re starting with something basic to help everyone get in character and give the others an idea of how everybody is going to play their characters.

Task #1 consists of making moodboards/aesthetics for your character. Whether you make a 3x3 gif moodboard or an aesthetic using an editing program is entirely up to you. What matters is that you show us what vibe your character gives off.

So, let me save you hold this rope and ill pull you in Cause I am an anchor save her or feel it sinking in Let me save you, hold this rope I am an anchor, sinking her

It’d taken him all the courage in the world to get himself to even think about going through with it, so finding himself at that prison that day felt anything but real. That was it, it was the day he’d finally get to see Diane again, the love of his life, and the one he’d convinced himself that he didn’t love anymore. His fear was partly fueled by that, he knew she’d be different, but what if seeing her again just reawakened his feelings? What about Ariana then? Or about Joel? He didn’t need a third one in the equation, specially not one he knew he couldn’t have again, not after what he’d done, even if it had been her fault and not his, entirely.

The guard indicated him that he’d have a half hour to converse through the glass and then instructed him to sit still while they went to get the girl. And John could’ve sworn that those three minutes he waited frozen in his seat were the most nerve wracking minutes he’d ever been through. His breathing was already ragged and his hands were trembling, just as if what he’d been waiting for was a verdict rather than the girl. But then again it pretty much was a verdict. Licking over his lips as he felt them get dry, John closed his eyes, silently reminding himself how to breathe. Inhale, everything will be alright, you probably won’t even recognize her, it’s just a moment, nothing will change after today. Exhale, you can do this, you can sit through whatever she’ll be saying, you don’t love her anymore, you don’t love her anymore. John moved a shaky hand to unhang the phone from the wall and press the cold plastic to his ear, gripping it like a lifeline as he continued to listen to his commands in his head, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. “John?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice, it sounded just like it did in his dreams, where she visited him way too often. And there she was, just as beautiful as she’d ever been. She was different, yeah, and she was beat up and filthy, yet she looked more beautiful than the night sky when it’s plagued with shining stars, “Is it really you?” The girl spoke gently, she was just as afraid as him if not more and he could tell just by how she sounded, and that’s how well he knew her. “I am, it is.” The boy spoke just as quietly, attempting to breathe normally but unable to thanks to both his nervousness and the fact that no matter how Diane looked, she could always steal his breath away, it’s how it’d always been. “What the hell are you doing here!? Who gave you the right to show back up into my life? You think you can just disappear on me and leave me rotting and then make an stellar appearance? Oh I’ll just fix it with a smile! Well no, that’s not how it fucking works.” The girl’s rage was out of control and John found himself frozen once again. “Just leave.” As she spoke, her hands trembled with every bit of rage she’d ever been able to hold in her small frame, and the auricular was pressed so tightly to her face he could almost feel it hurt from seeing it. “Get the fuck away from me.” She finished and hung the phone, by her last word it was evident that her voice had crackled, but there wasn’t anything John could have done or said, she was already gone again.