Dialogue Description Challenge

[Duchessprozac]

Okay, Not sure if this idea will pan out but I thought it seemed like a good idea last night as I was just dozing off into sleep.

Basically, the idea is this: Someone writes a line or so of dialogue for a single character, the next person then has to write a description of said character based on what has been said.

A second line of dialogue is then written and the chain continues.

Right, hopefully that makes sense to everyone?

Let's begin.

"Listen, I don't care what your mother says, you're not having a horse."

 

[The Procrastinator]

Brief Interlude for Qn: Does the dialogue have to relate to what was previously said?

 

[Duchessprozac]

Brief Interlude for Qn: Does the dialogue have to relate to what was previously said?

Not at all. I thought it best to try and keep each one individual, although if you want to link it in, feel free to.

 

[The Procrastinator]

Spiffing. OK I'll have a go.

John is a tired man, but not so tired as to give in to his daughter's ridiculousnesses just for the peace and quiet. Bespectacled, softly spoken, and of unimpressive stature, he quietly goes his way, providing for his family, largely keeping his opinions to himself. He saves his hidden and quite immovable stubbornness only for things that really matter to him - such as the education of his daughter, things that make his wife smile, and his collection of Elton John records.

"First one to the top of that rock is the champion!"

 

[Culhwch]

Harriet never stopped competing. For her, life was one big race, or rather, a series of small races that she couldn't but help wanting to win. And win big. To look at her you might think it was to compensate for her size - at age eight, she was markedly smaller than her classmates, the result of an illness when she was younger. It hadn't held her back, though.

'Today, men, we carve our chapter from the stone of history!'

 

[Duchessprozac]

Faulks had seen a lot of things in his ten years in the army and it had made him the tough SOB he was today, true he was scared witless just like his men and all he wanted to do was curl up with his wife and close his eyes to the bloodshed, but he'd be damned if he was going to let his men know this. He was too proud, and his father had beat it in to him from a young age never to show any sign of weakness. Besides, the whistles were blowing and it was time to leave the trenches. There simply wasn't time to be scared any more.

"Back off, man. Back off. I know kung fu."

 

[The Procrastinator]

Mavius was lying; he knew no Kung Fu at all, although he could make some pretty awesome screaming noises. Lying, bluffing, creative embellishment - all were Mavius's lifeblood. It wasn't that he was small or weak, it was just that virtually his entire life had been spent cybergaming, and the truth was he had a horror of physical contact. He could wave his arms convincingly, though.

"Just put it over there, I'll catalogue it later."

 

[Duchessprozac]

Kevin was a boring man by most definitions. He had no real hobbies save for his collection of teaspoons. He had not had a girlfriend since Ethyl Cordeau when he was seven and she dumped him for being a boring sod even then. He worked in the IT department even though he had no real interest in computers but it meant he did not have to deal with people too often and it gave him time to think. Time to think about spoons.

"Hold my gloves a minute. I'm going to enjoy this."

 

[Pyan]

Peter had been in love with marine gastropods ever since he was a small boy. Even now, while ostensibly on leave from his job as a lecturer at the Institute for Marine Biology, he was taking a walk along the local shore with his long-suffering fiancee, Louise, looking carefully in the rock-pools.
Even the bitter weather on this March morning couldn't divert him from his monomania. Looking into a particularly interesting pool, he'd spotted what looked like an extremely rare whelk. Peeling of his hand-protection, he turned to Louise, and spoke...


"I bet I can get to the top before you reach the North Col!"

 

[Ghost of Harrenhal]

Henry loved to climb. It had always been his life's ambition to become a free climber and his natural physique meant he was built for it. He had a large muscular upper body and strong arms that could carry him up any rock face without any trouble. He was too competitive for his own good, though, Cordelia had always told him that. He never listened. He was one who believed that the best thing you could be in life was a winner. It was an outlook on life that he would soon be forced to change...


"Bring me my lance boy, or I'll dangle you on the end of it like a wench's favour."

 

[The Procrastinator]

Sir Evolin d'Arcy was, despite his name, an ugly, squat sort of man. People tended to think of a bulldog when they met him, and the growls he was constantly emitting (like the one above) only strengthened that impression. But under the bluff exterior beat a warm, gentle heart, and such statements were just that - bluff. This was why his armour was so rusted and pitted, he had no money and no lands, and no wife or children (though he wanted those, desperately). Its not easy being a knight when you're a softy.

"Music...ah, now, music goes straight to the heart of things."

 

[Young stormlord]

Tall and muscular, Orpheus Nazgul was the best singer in the Osirian. With beautyfull voice and skillfull fingers, he could sing everything, from mourning songs to wedding songs, from morning songs to drinking songs. He had powerfull friends, elemental wizard Shayla Lotrien and psykeeper Daemon Targar, who tought him how to play wingharp. After their death, he took care of their children, Dimineleniel and Orion Targar, teaching them how to reach the soul of people.

"Kill my son if you wish, satiate your thirst for blood and revenge but swear to me that it ends right here and now, else I promise you this: deeds of the father would be nothing compared to the sins of the daughter!" (except from the prologue I'm writting)

 

[Geoff Lees]

Standing over the prostrate youth, facing off against her own sire and lord in all of his wrath, Ashka delivered the ultimatum. She was terrified, for all of her power he could detroy her or sweep her aside with little effort, but she was determined to see the chain of sorry circumstance end with this one murderous son. Her black locks hung limp with the sweat of thier hunt and the torn remmanants of her clothing clung to her athletic body. With her stunning blue eyes, she was probably the most attractive woman the savages of these parts had ever seen. Her only ornamentation was a crude wristlet of beaten electrum.
Her father paused to consider, but only for a moment. First he would kill this boy in retribution for the killing of his concubine, then he would personally kill the rest of the savages as a lesson, leaving a few alive to carry the tale. Nobody crossed the mighty Yulzanga and got away with it. As for Ashka, she would get over it. It was time she learned not to get so attatched to mortals anyway.

"'You're out of your jurisdiction Calisto!"

 

[zerlina]

Brunhilda's ice-blue eyes flashed. "Bears are our business." She tossed back her golden braids and put her imposing frame between the Greek woman and her quarry.

"Isn't exploring the Amazon dangerous? It sounds dangerous!"

 

[daisybee]

"Isn't exploring the Amazon dangerous? It sounds dangerous!"

Gladys Whittle clutched a hand to her throat, staring at her son in horror. Threading her crucifix through frail fingers, she muttered anxiously, wondering why on earth none of her children had respectable aspirations. As if James in Australia wasn't bad enough, swimming with sharks or some foolishness; now this! Harry in the jungle! Chewing her lip, she closed her eyes. It was their fathers fault, she mused, silly man.

"Six sugars and milk mate, thanks."

 

[Selati]

It wasn't the condiments Garth's customers usually chose to go with their human stew, but looking at the 10ft alien (who was incidentally mainly composed of teeth, claws and some poisonous looking spines) standing before him he decided to let it pass without comment.

"Did anyone order a cab?"

 

[digs]

Hal knew full well that no one had, in fact, ordered a cab. Greying, sagging, alone, he had pulled his cab up to the curb under the impression that one of the glammed-up girls on the foothpath had beckoned him. A part of him knew that she had not, that he had stopped his taxi without any intention of taking on passengers. It was enough to sit, quietly, and let the excited babbling of the youthful crowd sweep in through the car's windows. To Hal, perched unnoticed on the fringe of the gathering, it was like falling into the dappled coolness of a stream on a desperately hot day. With a smile, he closed his eyes and felt, for the first time since the funeral, that he was a part of something larger than himself.

----

"It's actually been there for three weeks. You thought there was panic when they saw it this morning - imagine if they knew the truth."

 

[MetalJon]

Derek stood by the roadside van in a black mood. He was tired, thirsty, and not looking forward to another day of back breaking work in the pouring rain. He was, however, relieved that no-one had noticed his unusual demand for extra sugar in his tea. The hot mug had been slopped sullenly in front of him and a grubby finger had directed him to the sugar bowl. Quickly he spooned in the sugar without looking up. No-one must know of his dark, hideous secret. He silently wondered if it were possible to find any Kendal mint cake in this barren part of the country...

"Where can one find giant bees at this time of year?"

 

[MetalJon]

Sorry -wrong quote!!!! ooops. That will teach me for not looking on the next page!

"It's actually been there for three weeks. You thought there was panic when they saw it this morning - imagine if they knew the truth."

People had swarmed like insects around the large police tent set up on the park. PC Smith had done his utmost to contain the situation, but panic was spreading across the countryside.
Just three weeks ago it had been an ordinary park, complete with joggers, dog-walkers and couples out for a stroll. Then, without warning, the sky had changed colour and strange, dancing lights had flickered across the horizon. Something large and unearthly had plummeted to the ground, right in the middle of park, creating a ripple effect like a small earthquake in the surrounding villages. Tea cups had rattled, and pictures had fallen from their hooks. The alien entity lay buried deep in St Giles Park.

"Where did you get that? It's not supposed to be that size!"

 

[daisybee]

Holly groaned at her idiot brother; stood before her holding a ridiculously large purple egg. "One large egg you pillock-how can I boil that thing? It won't fit in the pan!"
He shrugged, vacant as ever.
"No hens in there Hol-just that thing. Any toast done yet? I'm starving."

"So what you're saying is, you've escaped?"