I'll make the examples thread for "Best Plotting".


[Edited to add:]

Best Plotting
• Kimibloom
• Mena
• Bloomiecurse
• Laila
• Jaime Girl
• Smashing Adri
• CatwomanWBB

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE by Jaime Girl

THE CENTER

"Stop," said Johnny Depp quietly. Wordlessly, Orlando turned the machine off and turned to him.

Johnny had, of course, been pissed off. And he had, of course, demanded to see the machine in action. Mena was still sticking to her 'honesty is the best policy' train of thought, and had gone through all their research in detail, and decided to show him where they were up to in the Perfect Reality.

"I know this is difficult..." she said, breaking the tense silence of the room. She trailed off though, having nothing to follow up her words.

Johnny shook his head, visibly trying to comprehend it all. "She should have been with me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "She should have been with me the whole time..." He looked straight at Mena, and her heart wrenched at the sight of the raw emotion in his eyes. "So, how did you figure it all out? How did you stumble across all this in the first place?"

It was Amber who replied, unshed tears welling in her eyes. "I bumped into Rian in Starbucks," she said. "She was hysterical, crying about having given up her baby. At the time we were looking for a guinea pig, and since I had her DNA on my sweater from where she grabbed me, we decided to use her. We had no idea it would lead to you and Jaime."

Samantha was sitting slightly behind Johnny and seemed to have taken over Sun's former stance - one hand over her mouth as she watched with wide, tearful eyes. "It's just so much to take in..." she said. "With Jaime and everything, and the town...and us? I'm in the Perfect Reality?"

"That's something we're researching at the moment...the similarities between the two realities," Mena replied. "If there's an indescrepancy between the two, we're looking into where the decision was made to go on th other path. And if something is the same...such as Samantha being in both realities..." She paused. "Well, we've been discussing the possibilty of fate. Or what you might call fate...like destiny..." She was rambling, she knew, but she couldn't seem to stop. As she spoke memories were flooding her mind, words coming back to haunt her...destiny...fate... Something Viggo had said...she'd check on it later.

There was yet more silence in the room as Mena's verbal outpouring came to a halt. Johnny seemed to be deliberating something in his mind, eventually coming to a decision. "This thing can see into both realities?" he asked. "So it can see into this one too?"

The four technicians nodded.

"Show me," Johnny said. "I want to see my daughter. Right now."

Okayz! here is my example!! This is taken from the 1st chapter of: of Love, Lust and Other Demons.



1

~* Claire *~

AS I look in to his eyes I see the undeniable truth, he is going to leave me. The stupid bastard is going to leave me and I know that he'll go with the bitch of Laura, I just feel it, I know it. How do you know when a guy is going to drop you? It's easy, he is blinking with erratic intervals, his hands are moving too fast and his voice is shaky, evident in a stupid Yankee dog, just all the dogs around me in this Goddam city.

"Claire, I think you deserve someone better than me… Someone who really has time for you…" The stupid moron says putting his dreamy puppy dog eyes as he plays with his cup of wine, always wearing the disguise of Casanova and his grey Calvin Klein apparel, that won't convince me. Claire Hewson doesn't fall in the same trap twice, and not with a guy like you.

"Josh... Why don't you just avoid all that crap and tell me that you don't want to be with me anymore, you'll save saliva and I won't waste my time" I answered with a sarcastic tone, perfect on me, I've practised it in the three years I've been living in this city dating guy after guy. At first looking for the love of my life, now doing it just for fun, love is not for me, love doesn't exist and if it exist it is winning in it's attempt of keeping out of reach from me. It's funny how his Casanova face changes in to a naive one, don't believe it guy? I can't stand his passive attitude and probably that was what made me feel tired of him, he is not awake, he has no passion and I swear that the experience in the bed with him was like doing it with a mummy.

How predictable the male genre has become! Now you know exactly what they mean when they talk with their weird metaphors and senseless phrases. For example when they say that 'job was tough' they mean 'the bitch was though, she left me restless', when they say 'I don't feel like doing it tonight' they mean 'I don't think I can reach your expectations tonight, my cock still hurts from last night' or when they say 'You're unique' they mean you were one of the worst they've fucked with or that you're a weirdo in all aspects. It's just a matter of interpretation, and let me say I've learnt of it along this nineteen years of experience, living with the male genre.

"No Claire, I do this for both, we need some space for each other, new air…" And now applying the 'Apology theory' I just explained what he said translated to female language is 'I do this for me, I'm taking the risk with two women and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you both satisfied, I have only one bed and I decided for Laura not you Claire' see it? It's just interpretation.

"You stupid brat…" I take his red wine cup and spill it in to his expensive apparel, I'm satisfied, drown the stupid brat in his expensive wine as he goes to his car looking for the second bitch to calm him down, just as a child hiding behind his mother. I stand up and walk away, no shame no regrets, it was time to leave that dead guy behind, and another memory to the collection of guys that passed through my life and my bed.

Once again life is proving me that trusting that deplorable and shameful genre called men is not worth it, take note of that Claire. Maybe I won't date a guy again, but I say that every time, we'll see what the new day brings, by now I'll go and celebrate my joy of being lonely again at Empire Club with the rest of my girls, it's all that's left to do.

Once again I'm free.

Ok, here is mine, straight from the FBI headquarters... uh, I mean, from my story! :P

A sudden, sharp yell pierces Christina's ears. Her hands fly on the keyboard anda realization hits her, icy and horrible like a nightmare coming true.
Stuck in terror, she presses randomly the keys to call somebody, anybody…
“They caught her!” she screams. “They caught Charlotte!”
” What?” an horrified voice replies. It's Mena's.
“It was a trap! They were waiting there! Oh God! I have to tell Billy and Orlando!”
”No!” Mena yells.
”No?” Chrissy repeats shocked.
”No!” Mena utters. “If you tell them they…” a screech of tires covers her voice.
”What the fuck are you doing?” Christina yells desperately.
“I'm coming back!”
***
Mac slides inside the room and runs down the corridor. Air is like needles in her throat as she turns the corner and spots an opened door. Lights shine inside.
Without stopping to think about it, she bumps in.
”Charlotte!” she screams.
”Don't move!” a man with blue eyes tells her steadily. Charlotte shoots her a horrified and surprised look.
”Mac! No!” she yells as Mac whirls in to punch the unarmed man.
”Now, Dom!” he calls. Charlotte screams. Mac turns quickly over just in time to see someone lifting an arm. Then everything gets dark.
(…)
Elijah and Dominic share a satisfied look. Then, Dom tosses a worried look at the fainted woman on the floor. Her companion is standing in a corner, shaking like a leaf.
”Don't worry, she'll be alright.” Elijah says kindly.
”Sure!” Charlotte utters. Then her eyes wide focusing on someone behind Elijah's back.
”Lij!” Dominic utters. Eliajh turns over. Before him a young woman is standing.
Elijah's eyes run to her copper curls, and to the icy look in her grey-blue eyes. Those eyes…
”You!” he hisses in a shock.
Mena smiles evilly, pointing her gun at Elijah's stomach.
”Don't make a move. Same for you man!” she adds to Dom. “Now my girls will leave this place, and you'll keep quiet in here, ok?”
”Not so quickly Miss.” a voice behind her says softly. Mena gasps, feeling a barrel pressing on her back. “Now,” the voice goes on. “give your gun to my colleague there, and turn slowly.”
Elijah steps on to grab her gun, and smiles to the owner of the voice.
”Thank you, Viggo.” he sighs.
Mena turns slowly over. Viggo's eyes cross hers.
”Now, Miss, would you be so kind to follow me? My colleagues will take care of your friends. We'll talk to you in separated rooms. I think there's a lot we have to talk about.”

From The Angel, Elijah and Lily's first meeting.


She has was on her way home from work when it started to do some serious snowing. She hadn't dressed for this kind of weather that morning, and she cursed herself for being so stupid. Now she was cold and the melting snow was starting to drip down her back. She had just stepped into the elevator and started up when she realized she hadn't collected her mail, or put her outgoing mail into the box. With a sigh, she punched the ground floor button, and started back down.

It was really starting to snow, and the footing was getting really bad. Elijah kept his head down and scurried along as quickly as he could. That's when he saw that girl again. She had been following him all day, and if he didn't step on it, she was going to see where he was staying. He had sub-let an apartment belonging to a friend of Orlando's who was out of town for six months, and he didn't want this strange girl following him there. When he rounded a corner and lost sight of her, he took of at a sprint. As he approched the entrance to his building, he increased his pace.

As he ran toward the door, he saw it standing open but didn't see the doorman. Fate was with him he thought as he plunged thru the door, but found quickly that it wasn't when he hit a patch of melting snow on the marble floor of the entrance. His feet when flying out from under him and he flew headlong into a lady just coming out of the elevator. He knocked her down and whacked his head on a marble topped table next to the elevator.

When the lady saw him hit his head, she jumped to her feet and came to his aid. It didn't knock him out, but it sure rang his chimes, and his head was spinning.
"Are you ok?" The lady asked, helping him to sit up; then she gasped. "Oh honey, you're hurt."
When he wacked his head on the table, it caused a split on his forehead close to his scalp, and it was bleeding profusely. She grabbed a tissue out of her purse, and applied it to the wound.
"Come on." She said gently. "Let's get you fixed up."

She helped him into the elevator trying to stem the flow of blood coming from the wound. He seemed a little woozy, but he felt strong, though his eyes were clouded with pain.
"How do you feel?" She asked adding another tissue to the already soaked tissue on his head.
"Embarrassed." He said glancing at her. It was then that Lily noticed his beautiful blue eyes, and how handsome he was. She laughed.

"Don't be. It isn't often that I get knocked down by handsome young men." He was blushing, and she had to stifle a giggle. The elevator came to a stop, and she walked him quickly to her apartment. The other tissue was starting to drip, and she was out of tissues.

Once inside she took him to her bathroom and had him hold a washcloth to the wound. It was bleeding freely now, and almost half of his face was covered in blood. She quickly washed her hands and put on some latex gloves. When she turned to him, she saw his face had gone white, and he looked like he was going to faint. She yanked open a drawer and grabbed a vile of smelling salts. "Oh no you don't." She said loudly as he started to sway on the stool.

She put a steadying hand on his arm then cracked open the vile and stuck it under his nose. He flinched backward. "Fuck!" He yelled . What was that?"

"Smelling salts. You were starting to faint."

"Oh." He replied rather sheepishly. "I guess I was. All that blood on my face sort of freaked me out."

She smiled. "Scalp lacerations are notorious bleeders. This one is right at your hairline. Let's take a look."

She cleaned out the wound, with a warm washcloth, and got as much of the blood off of his face as she could. The laceration was less than an inch long, but rather deep. She was hoping a butterfly bandage would hold it closed, but she could see it would require sutures. When she squatted down to wash the blood off his face she noticed him looking at her with those unbelieveable eyes. She smiled. He blushed and dropped his eyes.

"Well I got good news and bad news."

Lij sighed. "What's the bad news?"

"Looks like your going to need a few stitches." She told him.

"Swell. Now I have to go back out in this snow..."

"No you won't." She interrupted. "I'm a nurse, and I can take care of you right here." The look on Elijah's face made her laugh. "I really am. I'm a surgical nurse at New York Presbyterian. I promise. My name is Lily Shepard R.N. Not Annie Wilkes.

Lij laughed at her reference to the Stephen King character.

"My husband used to roller blade, and sometimes he would come home needing sutures. Since it's something I do almost everyday, I started keeping all the supplies necessary for such an eventuality. The bleeding has almost stocpped, so if you would like me to, I'll take care of it for you. It's up to you sweetie."

"You never told me the good news." He said softly.

She smiled. "You're going to live."

"Well then." He said with more bravado than he felt. Let's get on with it."