Post by beccabear on Jan 9, 2009 20:33:19 GMT -5
Here's a few short writings featuring Ty, Sam, Luna, and Cheza. Natalie is Ali's character, and I'm trying to portray her as best as I can.
I'm using these to demonstrate their personalities. :3
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"Natalie..." Ty whined, pulling off his best "puppy-dog-eyes" look. It wasn't difficult, him being a canine anyway. "Why can't I sleep in your house tonight?"
Natalie, the boy's only human friend, sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ty, I told you already. I have friends coming over. If they saw a strange boy in my room, they might think... Things," she responded, trying to leave it at that. It didn't work.
"What kind of things?" the young boy questioned innocently, tilting his head for best effect. He appeared to be genuinely curious.
He's so clueless, thought Natalie.
"Nothing. Nevermind! Bottom line is, you can't stay here tonight. Tomorrow, maybe... I'm sorry, Ty, but it won't be long before someone else finds out about this. Don't you have anywhere else to go? Didn't you use to live in the forest?" Natalie crossed her arms, seemingly impatient.
Ty was crestfallen. "But... But Natalie! There's something wrong with the woods! It... It scares me now," he whimpered pathetically. "Besides, that's where your friend disappeared! I don't want to disappear..."
She prepared to refuse him once more, but when she caught sight of those glistening eyes, the teenage girl gave in. "...Fine," she mumbled, averting his pitiful gaze. "But stay as a wolf. If they see you, they'll just think I have a dog. Don't let anyone else see you!"
"Okay!" The boy giggled gleefully, immediately brightening up. He bounced childishly, then quickly shifted forms. In his wolf form, which was scrawny enough to be mistaken for a dog, he padded around in circles. His charcoal tail swished excitedly.
Natalie knew this night was not going to end well.
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Boots tapped delicately on the ground as Cheza's slim, petite figure crossed the room. The girl smiled arrogantly, admiring her latest catch as if it were a piece of fine art.
The man appeared to be in his early twenties. He was handsome and tall. However, unknown to Cheza was that he wasn't a human at all. She had shackled his wrists to her wall. His memory had stopped, frozen in time. She tapped his shoulder, tugged his hair, and made faces at him, giggling impishly.
"Time to wake up now," she sang, releasing her hold on his mind. Stepping back, she watched his reaction and grinned deviously.
His eyes blinked open, and his gaze traveled around the room. He appeared dazed and confused, and his expression just added to his captor's amusement. He moved a hand to brush his hair out of his face, but was jerked back by the chains embedded in the wall. "What...?"
Cheza snickered as he finally realized his position. "Good morning!" she greeted, a smile in her voice.
"Why am I here?" The man's eyes narrowed as he spoke. He didn't appear to be unnerved by the girl before him.
"To keep me company," she responded. His lack of terror seemed to disappoint her, but she figured she'd toy with him anyway.
"Are you so lonely that you have to knock people unconscious, then chain them up to get them to talk to you?" he countered.
Cheza scoffed. "I didn't knock you unconscious." Her tone was defensive, and she twirled a strand of black hair around her finger before adding, "I just kinda shut down your mind for a while."
The chained man yawned boredly. "Sure, sure. Like it really makes a difference. At any rate, care to explain why I'm chained to your wall? In all honesty, it's kinda creepy. Stalkerish."
Cheza's upper lip curled at his sarcasm. "Shut up," she barked. "You're here because I'm bored and need entertainment. You looked like you could be a fun toy, so I seized my chance."
He stared back, a slim eyebrow arched.
The vampire girl leaped up, grabbing a knife from one of the many boxes at her feet. She approached him threateningly, pressing the blade against his exposed throat. "Have some respect for your captor. I don't want to kill you, but sometimes accidents happen... One, you wouldn't be any fun anymore. You won't be able to talk. Two, I don't have any way to dispose of bodies. And three, I don't want anyone haunting me." Her own joke seemed to cheer her up a bit, and she stepped back, allowing the man some space. "What's your name?"
"Desmond," he responded bluntly, unscathed by her sudden change of mood.
"Ah, nice to meet you, Desmond! My name is Cheza. Tell me, what do you prefer? Nails or scalpels?"
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"Tylerrr!"
The screech resounded through the Inn as Sam's door flew open. The scrawny teen scurried down the hall, pinning her bangs back with a hairclip as she ran. Perfectionist that she was, she had a habit of being late.
"Tylerrr, don't tell anyone I was late again! Momo will hurt meeee," she wailed as she passed the kitchen, where Tyler was making breakfast already. "And I want a pancake too~"
"You're late again. You'll have to make your own, Sammy," came his reply, but she didn't hear it. That was probably a good thing, because if Sam had tried to cook, the Inn would be on fire by now. Ignoring Tyler's amused gaze, she dashed for the feather-duster to make it look like she had been working all this time.
As she collected the dust from various surfaces, her stomach rumbled noisily. She whined pitifully, rushing back to the kitchen once more. She rested her head on the counter. "Pancake for me? Pleeease?"
Tyler grinned deviously. "Not a chance," he replied. "That's your punishment for sleeping in again."
Sam squealed. "Nooo, that's so mean! I'll starve!" She paused for a moment, her green eyes resting on the pantry. She picked up a stray sugar packet from the countertop and chucked it at Tyler's head, before rushing off to find some cereal to eat.
I'm using these to demonstrate their personalities. :3
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"Natalie..." Ty whined, pulling off his best "puppy-dog-eyes" look. It wasn't difficult, him being a canine anyway. "Why can't I sleep in your house tonight?"
Natalie, the boy's only human friend, sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ty, I told you already. I have friends coming over. If they saw a strange boy in my room, they might think... Things," she responded, trying to leave it at that. It didn't work.
"What kind of things?" the young boy questioned innocently, tilting his head for best effect. He appeared to be genuinely curious.
He's so clueless, thought Natalie.
"Nothing. Nevermind! Bottom line is, you can't stay here tonight. Tomorrow, maybe... I'm sorry, Ty, but it won't be long before someone else finds out about this. Don't you have anywhere else to go? Didn't you use to live in the forest?" Natalie crossed her arms, seemingly impatient.
Ty was crestfallen. "But... But Natalie! There's something wrong with the woods! It... It scares me now," he whimpered pathetically. "Besides, that's where your friend disappeared! I don't want to disappear..."
She prepared to refuse him once more, but when she caught sight of those glistening eyes, the teenage girl gave in. "...Fine," she mumbled, averting his pitiful gaze. "But stay as a wolf. If they see you, they'll just think I have a dog. Don't let anyone else see you!"
"Okay!" The boy giggled gleefully, immediately brightening up. He bounced childishly, then quickly shifted forms. In his wolf form, which was scrawny enough to be mistaken for a dog, he padded around in circles. His charcoal tail swished excitedly.
Natalie knew this night was not going to end well.
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Boots tapped delicately on the ground as Cheza's slim, petite figure crossed the room. The girl smiled arrogantly, admiring her latest catch as if it were a piece of fine art.
The man appeared to be in his early twenties. He was handsome and tall. However, unknown to Cheza was that he wasn't a human at all. She had shackled his wrists to her wall. His memory had stopped, frozen in time. She tapped his shoulder, tugged his hair, and made faces at him, giggling impishly.
"Time to wake up now," she sang, releasing her hold on his mind. Stepping back, she watched his reaction and grinned deviously.
His eyes blinked open, and his gaze traveled around the room. He appeared dazed and confused, and his expression just added to his captor's amusement. He moved a hand to brush his hair out of his face, but was jerked back by the chains embedded in the wall. "What...?"
Cheza snickered as he finally realized his position. "Good morning!" she greeted, a smile in her voice.
"Why am I here?" The man's eyes narrowed as he spoke. He didn't appear to be unnerved by the girl before him.
"To keep me company," she responded. His lack of terror seemed to disappoint her, but she figured she'd toy with him anyway.
"Are you so lonely that you have to knock people unconscious, then chain them up to get them to talk to you?" he countered.
Cheza scoffed. "I didn't knock you unconscious." Her tone was defensive, and she twirled a strand of black hair around her finger before adding, "I just kinda shut down your mind for a while."
The chained man yawned boredly. "Sure, sure. Like it really makes a difference. At any rate, care to explain why I'm chained to your wall? In all honesty, it's kinda creepy. Stalkerish."
Cheza's upper lip curled at his sarcasm. "Shut up," she barked. "You're here because I'm bored and need entertainment. You looked like you could be a fun toy, so I seized my chance."
He stared back, a slim eyebrow arched.
The vampire girl leaped up, grabbing a knife from one of the many boxes at her feet. She approached him threateningly, pressing the blade against his exposed throat. "Have some respect for your captor. I don't want to kill you, but sometimes accidents happen... One, you wouldn't be any fun anymore. You won't be able to talk. Two, I don't have any way to dispose of bodies. And three, I don't want anyone haunting me." Her own joke seemed to cheer her up a bit, and she stepped back, allowing the man some space. "What's your name?"
"Desmond," he responded bluntly, unscathed by her sudden change of mood.
"Ah, nice to meet you, Desmond! My name is Cheza. Tell me, what do you prefer? Nails or scalpels?"
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"Tylerrr!"
The screech resounded through the Inn as Sam's door flew open. The scrawny teen scurried down the hall, pinning her bangs back with a hairclip as she ran. Perfectionist that she was, she had a habit of being late.
"Tylerrr, don't tell anyone I was late again! Momo will hurt meeee," she wailed as she passed the kitchen, where Tyler was making breakfast already. "And I want a pancake too~"
"You're late again. You'll have to make your own, Sammy," came his reply, but she didn't hear it. That was probably a good thing, because if Sam had tried to cook, the Inn would be on fire by now. Ignoring Tyler's amused gaze, she dashed for the feather-duster to make it look like she had been working all this time.
As she collected the dust from various surfaces, her stomach rumbled noisily. She whined pitifully, rushing back to the kitchen once more. She rested her head on the counter. "Pancake for me? Pleeease?"
Tyler grinned deviously. "Not a chance," he replied. "That's your punishment for sleeping in again."
Sam squealed. "Nooo, that's so mean! I'll starve!" She paused for a moment, her green eyes resting on the pantry. She picked up a stray sugar packet from the countertop and chucked it at Tyler's head, before rushing off to find some cereal to eat.