Subject: Writing Sample
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Posted on: 2014-08-19 12:30:00 UTC

The "what to include" list doesn't seem to mention permission prompts, so I'll use those as the writing sample.




The agents first meet – Kimberly and Hue

Kimberly studied a crossword puzzle as she wandered through the hallways of HQ. She had never been to RC 414 before, but it wouldn't have made it easier to find if she had. She became slightly excited to read a room number in the 400's, but she had been here long enough to know that she wasn't even close.

After she grew bored with the puzzle, she popped her chewing gum a few times and decided to head to the cafeteria. The way her luck was going, there was a chance that she would end up at the cafeteria, but wandering aimlessly hadn't worked. She almost missed the door to RC 414 as she wandered past, but she noticed it just in time.

A small creature opened the door. It stood about two feet tall, and resembled a ball of fur on legs. A pair of beady eyes and a pink nose were the only features distinguishable in the mass of black fur. It wore blue mittens, socks, and a belt. “Hello?” he chirped in a squeaky voice.

“What are you supposed to be?” Kimberly had seen stranger things living in the RCs, but it was useful to know the species of your roommate's pet.

“Do you speak English?” he asked.

“What do you think, wise guy? Never met someone from Brooklyn before?” Kimberly bent down so that she could intimidate the fuzzball.

He made a placating gesture with his hands, then reached behind his back and pulled out a headset communicator. He pointedly showed it to Kimberly before settling it on his head.

She straightened up and crossed her arms. “Very funny. I've been assigned to this Response Center.”

He gestured inside. “English is hard, do you have a comm?”

Kimberly rifled in her bag to humor the pipsqueak. Whoever her partner was, they sure knew how to go out of their way for a joke. Her communicator was a bulky walky-talky, but it came with a headset.

“I'm Hue,” he said before launching into a string of gibberish that sounded like a 33 record played at 78 rpm. The comm's built-in translator made him sound like a teenaged boy. “So you are my new partner? I'm happy to meet you. I would like for you to learn how to understand Happytalk and I will try my hardest to understand you.”

“Are you serious? You look like a stuffed animal! Why would someone assign something like you to Despatch?” Kimberly had just lost her patience.

“Don't judge me by my looks.”




One agent loans the other their favorite CD for drowning out badfic. The CD is destroyed. (Could also be an MP3 player.)

Kim and Hue watched impassively as Twilight Sparkle and world-hopping brony had a conversation that got more romantic by the second. Eventually, the unicorn led him up to the bedroom.

Hue asked a question.

Kim smirked. “I think this is a clopfic. They’re not going to put a discretion cut when the purpose is to watch them going at it.”

Hue hid behind the chargebook, but he could still hear things that weren’t anyone’s business to know about. He whimpered softly.

Kim sighed in exasperation. “My walkman is in the bag.”

Hue gratefully shoved the headphones onto his head, and the strains of “Uptown Girl” mostly drowned out the noises. Then the tape started squealing, and he panicked as he tried to shut it off.

Kim took his harness in her teeth and dragged him down the stairs as his panicked squawk caused the two ponies to look up from their fondling.

At Hue’s explanation, Kim said, “Pull the batteries and put it in my bag. I’m not gonna be able to look at it until I have fingers again.”

After they got back from the mission, Kim examined her walkman. The tape had been pulled into the workings. She managed to get it loose, but it was badly crinkled. Kim sighed and wondered if she would be able to find cleaning fluid for the player’s roller.

Hue entered the RC and set something on the desk next to Kim. She looked to see that it was a rectangular device roughly the same size as the cassette in her hand. It had an LCD screen and a circular button on the front and it was covered in scratches. He apologetically explained that he didn’t know what songs she had on her walkman.

“This wasn’t exactly your fault, but thanks,” Kim said.


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