Post by Mooka on Dec 15, 2011 23:47:49 GMT -5
Here is my new blog thingy where I will post all the little stories or ideas I come up with. x3 Because I'm bored, but hopefully they will explain a little bit baout my characters to solitify them more.~ Don't read if you don't want to. C:
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The origination of why Edison likes the combination of red hair, animal ears, and tails
“Hey!” A voice sounded from far off in the distance.
“Ouch you stepped on my foot!”
“Shut up they’ll hear us!”
There was dead silence for a moment before someone let out a heavy relieved sigh.
“Anyone have a flashlight?”
“I think I do…”
“Nope not the flashlight...”
“Oh sorry! Here.”
A small light flickered on, cutting through the darkness as it was angled at the floor. A short woman was holding it in her hand, the light bounced off her pixie cut red hair, two fox like ears on her head. “Lookie what I got!” She beamed as she held up a brown paper sack in one of her fists.
Another voice whispered next to her, this one belonging to a male. “Oh a bottle of whisky, how lovely.” The man had a faint accent to his voice, which didn’t have to do much with his appearance, but he had long black locks curled around his chin.
“Haha very funny.” The woman sneered, bunching up her face. “No even better!” She unrolled the paper and dug her hand in its depths, pulling out a handful of gold chains with various jewels as well.
Edison grinned widely and reached out, uncurling the woman’s hand to get a better look. “Well jackpot! And you said this place only sold liquor Cloyce.” The dark haired man let out an agitated sigh. “Nice work Izzy, as a first collection I think that went very smoothly, now lets jam before the cops get here.”
The group members of the misfit band of young Robin Hoods didn’t essentially have a passing test to get it, well actually none at all. This was a group of rejects, the wounded, and the drunks, the addicts, all trying to redeem themselves from their former despairs. However, the boss as they liked to call him, the group’s leader who was by far the oldest, but he was kind and strict at the same time, liked to test new members to see how well they could cope.
The three made their way quietly out of the warehouse, one of the secret places where people made moonshine and other illegal alcoholic drinks. But the newest recruit seemed to have found some hidden treasures on their trip. It looked like enough to feed the group for a few months and help out some of the sick and children that lived with the group.
Edison wrapped his arm around Isabella’s shoulder, digging a knuckle into her hair playfully. “You did me good kid.” He grinned down at the girl, who was approximately sixteen she said, and he was only two or three years older than her. But being in the group for almost a year now, he had to take care of some of the new recruits and teach them the ways of the street life. Sort of like mentoring younger kids.
“You think so Ed? The rush of this was just…exhilarating!” She grinned toothily, the freckles on her cheeks moving over her dimples. “ I-“
Edison placed a hand over mouth quickly and ducted to the ground, right as a bullet hit Cloyce, who was walking a few feet in front of them in the back of the neck, sending him toppling to the ground, dead on impact.
The woman’s eyes widened in fear, but she was soon tugged along quickly as the two made a run from the attackers, who had obviously wanted their jewels back and the trespassers dead.
The pair swerved their way around the cargo boxes, before stopping to catch their breath, pressed against one of the crates gasping quietly.
“Come out now you fucking mongrels! Either that or we play a game of hide-n-seek eh?’
Edison pressed a finger to his lips as Izzy looked to him with a terrified expression. “There is an exit just over there.” He whispered pointing. “I’ll hold em of-“
Something snapped in the young girl, bravery, a big ego, he’d never know, but she smiled at him in some quirky way, kissed him on the cheek then darted from their hiding place screaming: “Come get me you fuckers!”
That was the last time he saw Izzy. After bullets gouged her there was really nothing much he could do. Returning the next day with Boss he looked sadly down at the girl’s body, a content expression on her stone cold face.
A man with a white beard placed his hand on Edison’s back and gave him a small smile before turning to find the other fallen member of their team.
At least her body helped buy them some medicine for one of the families. He’d wished he could have given her a proper burial, but she seemed to be happy with dying heroically. And in this world, that was as close as one was going to get for a happy ending.
“Ouch you stepped on my foot!”
“Shut up they’ll hear us!”
There was dead silence for a moment before someone let out a heavy relieved sigh.
“Anyone have a flashlight?”
“I think I do…”
“Nope not the flashlight...”
“Oh sorry! Here.”
A small light flickered on, cutting through the darkness as it was angled at the floor. A short woman was holding it in her hand, the light bounced off her pixie cut red hair, two fox like ears on her head. “Lookie what I got!” She beamed as she held up a brown paper sack in one of her fists.
Another voice whispered next to her, this one belonging to a male. “Oh a bottle of whisky, how lovely.” The man had a faint accent to his voice, which didn’t have to do much with his appearance, but he had long black locks curled around his chin.
“Haha very funny.” The woman sneered, bunching up her face. “No even better!” She unrolled the paper and dug her hand in its depths, pulling out a handful of gold chains with various jewels as well.
Edison grinned widely and reached out, uncurling the woman’s hand to get a better look. “Well jackpot! And you said this place only sold liquor Cloyce.” The dark haired man let out an agitated sigh. “Nice work Izzy, as a first collection I think that went very smoothly, now lets jam before the cops get here.”
The group members of the misfit band of young Robin Hoods didn’t essentially have a passing test to get it, well actually none at all. This was a group of rejects, the wounded, and the drunks, the addicts, all trying to redeem themselves from their former despairs. However, the boss as they liked to call him, the group’s leader who was by far the oldest, but he was kind and strict at the same time, liked to test new members to see how well they could cope.
The three made their way quietly out of the warehouse, one of the secret places where people made moonshine and other illegal alcoholic drinks. But the newest recruit seemed to have found some hidden treasures on their trip. It looked like enough to feed the group for a few months and help out some of the sick and children that lived with the group.
Edison wrapped his arm around Isabella’s shoulder, digging a knuckle into her hair playfully. “You did me good kid.” He grinned down at the girl, who was approximately sixteen she said, and he was only two or three years older than her. But being in the group for almost a year now, he had to take care of some of the new recruits and teach them the ways of the street life. Sort of like mentoring younger kids.
“You think so Ed? The rush of this was just…exhilarating!” She grinned toothily, the freckles on her cheeks moving over her dimples. “ I-“
Edison placed a hand over mouth quickly and ducted to the ground, right as a bullet hit Cloyce, who was walking a few feet in front of them in the back of the neck, sending him toppling to the ground, dead on impact.
The woman’s eyes widened in fear, but she was soon tugged along quickly as the two made a run from the attackers, who had obviously wanted their jewels back and the trespassers dead.
The pair swerved their way around the cargo boxes, before stopping to catch their breath, pressed against one of the crates gasping quietly.
“Come out now you fucking mongrels! Either that or we play a game of hide-n-seek eh?’
Edison pressed a finger to his lips as Izzy looked to him with a terrified expression. “There is an exit just over there.” He whispered pointing. “I’ll hold em of-“
Something snapped in the young girl, bravery, a big ego, he’d never know, but she smiled at him in some quirky way, kissed him on the cheek then darted from their hiding place screaming: “Come get me you fuckers!”
That was the last time he saw Izzy. After bullets gouged her there was really nothing much he could do. Returning the next day with Boss he looked sadly down at the girl’s body, a content expression on her stone cold face.
A man with a white beard placed his hand on Edison’s back and gave him a small smile before turning to find the other fallen member of their team.
At least her body helped buy them some medicine for one of the families. He’d wished he could have given her a proper burial, but she seemed to be happy with dying heroically. And in this world, that was as close as one was going to get for a happy ending.
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