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every  cloud  has  a  silver  lining  ;  but  there’s  still  hope,  even  in  the  strangest  of  circumstances,  coming  from  the  uttermost  unexpected  individuals.  for  a  moment  there,  all  hope  seemingly  dimmed  into  nothingness,  overshadowed  by  the  fear  of  not  attaining  her  goal.  it  was,  after  all,  beyond  barbie’s  subjectiveness  since  all  barbielanders’  lives  could  be  at  stake.  as  soon  as  he  responded,  relief  comes  washing  over  her,  a  burden  no  longer  weighing  on  her  shoulders  –  and  she  finally  exhales  the  air  that  was  chocking  her  just  a  few  moments  ago.  he  was  also  so  kind  to  have  noticed  she  was  a  doll!  therefore,  the  chain  reaction  of  sheer  kindness  pulls  at  the  rims  of  her  rosy  lips,  her  smile  growing  wider  in  return.

❝  oh,  wow,  thank  you!  that’s  seriously  amazing  of  you  to  help  me  out,  i  really  appreciate  it!  ❞  ceruleans  flickered  to  look  at  him  properly  –  after  all,  he  was  the  savior  she  needed  in  this  time  of  crisis.  and  she  notices  the  eccentric  makeup  upon  his  visage  in  a  quick  but  meticulous  scan.  the  bright  smile  stayed  still,  as  if  engraved  on  her  own  countenance  ;  what  a  time  to  be  a  plastic  doll,  right?  barbie  shifts  her  position  to  stay  beside  him  –  a  showcase  of  equality  and  amity  intertwined.  ❝  i  love  your  makeup,  by  the  way!  you  know,  when  i  was  still  studying  to  become  an  actress  in  the  theater,  i  used  to  go  beyond  the  lines  i’ve  been  given.  kinda  like  your  makeup.  it  was  bold,  but  it  got  me  the  role.  are  you  also  a  performer?  maybe  we  can  play  together  sometime.  ❞

innocence  envelops  her  body  and  it  leaves  with  the  words  she  has  spoken.  despite  hearing  stories,  this  barbie  doesn’t  know  much  about  the  real  world.  sure,  she  has  learnt  scripts  by  heart  and  she  poured  out  emotions  she  doesn’t  naturally  feel  –  and  all  for  the  cameras.  despite  her  notoriety,  barbie  was  only  a  doll.  she  was  manufactured  to  be  kind  and  friendly  and  definitely  not  aware  by  the  reality.  she  was  made  to  give  little  girls  hope  –  and  to  be  played  by  little  girls.  her  knowledge  didn’t  expand  much  further  than  what  a  kid  knows.  there  was  kindness  and  recklessness  and  happiness  and  also  politeness.  cue  the  alarm  that  rings  in  her  mind,  and  she’s  quick  to  follow  up,  ❝  i’m  sorry,  i  completely  forgot  about  introductions.  i’m  barbie!  and  you  are?  ❞

He didn't believe in coincidences.

The thought sent him back to one of his recent bank heists. A very busy day, lots of customers. The whole operation went smoothly, none of the hostages acting foolishly brave, nothing remarkable. Except one thing. The girl looking at him with those enormously big blue eyes. She didn't look scared of him like most kids would. Her gaze was full of sheer curiosity that was impossible to miss in the whimpering crowd. He stopped right in front of the girl crouching a little to her level making her mother scream and pull her daughter closer to her chest. The little girl, though, gave him her most charming smile, a smile that was missing a baby tooth, but pretty nonetheless, and lifted her arms to give him her most prized possession - a Barbie doll.

He mouthed "For me?" and solemnly accepted the gift, throwing the doll in his blue duffel bag on top of the money bills and a couple of guns. In return, he fished a shabby-looking potato peeler out of his pocket and slapped it into the girls tiny hands. "For potatoes." He whispered conspiratorially, making all witnesses watching silently hold their breath. "And skin."

The doll would sit on his desk among various objects cluttering his workspace -- a collection of knives, a map of Gotham, a couple of burner phones, blueprints, duct tape, latest issues of The Gotham Times, a Mehron makeup kit, a bunch of crayons, piles of newspaper and magazine cutouts. He didn't pay much attention to the doll. Sometimes the toy would be tossed aside or fall on the dirty floor during the chaotic energy of his work in progress but life was never meant to be easy even for a doll, now was it?

The moment when he turned around and saw her made him blink. It couldn't be. He couldn't be imagining this. Even her clothes looked similar. He didn't believe in coincidences. He only believed in chaos. He also believed in Gotham. And she provided.

"Well, hello there, beautiful." He gives her his most amiable smile flashing the yellowed teeth. 'The sir' knew every corner of this city like a back of his own hand and he needed to act fast. "This is your lucky day, doll, because I'm headed there myself. Would ya care to join me?"

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

Cuz everybody's got a VICE && in the end that's our DEMISE.

if u see me sending u personalized stuff in ur inbox , no u didn't

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inadmissible. invalid. irrelevant statistic. I MYSELF RAISE THE PERCENTAGE TO AT LEAST 90%

“I always knew that I was going for Hermione”

JUST ALLAN [ PLAYED BY @its4llan ] : you can't expect me to just sit here and let you handle it.

she's  on  the  verge.  one  of  these  days,  someone  had  to  believe  in  the  barbies  too.  while  it  was  true  that  they  all  specialize  in  certain  fields  &  careers,  barbies  were  capable  enough  to  do  anything  on  their  own.  how  would  the  others  dolls  feel  if  they  were  treated  the  same  way?  oh,  wait…  note  to  the  reader,  this  barbie  doesn't  acknowledge  all  that's  happening  ;  and  this  is  written  from  her  own  perspective.  does  that  mean  she's  conceited?  maybe.  she  puffs,  counting  to  five  in  her  mind  before  turning  around  to  face  allan.  there's  a  bright  smile  put  on  display  as  hand  rose  in  the  air,  motioning  towards  her  head  as  if  she  remembered.    "  of  course,  how  could  i  forget!  "    cue  a  melodic  chuckle  passing  her  glosses  lips.  she's  so  done  with  being  the  damsel  in  distress.

"  how  can  actress  barbie  do  anything  else  beside  acting?  she  doesn't  know  anything  else.  that  was  silly  of  me  to  even  think  of.  "    cue  to  acknowledgement  as  she  blinks  in  surprise  to  her  own  words  that  she  uttered.  shoulders  begin  to  fall  as  she  stares  point  blank  into  the  abyss.  allan  had  nothing  to  do  with  the  impulsivity  that's  brewing  within.  she  shouldn't  have  snapped  like  that.    "  i-i'm  so  sorry,  allan.  i  don't  know  what's  gotten  into  me.  of  course  i'd  like  your  help  but  i  also  think  you're  allowed  to  rest.  i  don't  need  saving  all  the  time.  "    she's  slowly  coming  to  her  senses…  or  is  she?  it  isn't  natural  for  a  barbie  to  showcase  any  sentiment,  let  alone  such  a  strong  reaction  to  something  benevolent.  she  really  is  a  broken  doll  now,  isn't  she?  and  all  the  scripts  she's  read  probably  didn't  help  —  she  assimilated  not  only  the  words,  but  the  emotions  she  had  to  portray  in  every  scene.  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  until  her  acting  career  would  catch  up  on  her  and  turn  her  life  upside  down.

Lauren German as Chloe Decker in Lucifer S1E7 “Wingman”

I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.