Just a thread for getting to know my characters. I will make short stories about them, to be able to make better reference sheets and such about them, so if people do not care, well, then there is not much surprise there.
I might throw up some character sheets as well as the reference text and other stuff like that, when I get to finish it, but this will probably be more or less text.
And I do not care about gramma, because it is just for - learning.
And I will answer questions, if there are any (probably not, though).
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[Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters, besides Cenere, I do not own AG (though it would be cool), and the world featured is just my version of AG as a city/world]
Cenere:
He sat on the step again, leaning up against the door with a heavy sigh. A perfect ending for a perfect day. He was already freezing, and he should probably stay outside the next couple of hours. He curled up a little, trying to keep warm in the winter night. Everything seemed... terrible. Especially having no coat or boots... He stared emptily at his worn out greyish black sneakers, both of them already cold and moist from the snow, his toes like ice cubes just from the walk from the tavern. Not that the rest of him felt any better.
The dark blue sweatshirt was too short, seemingly because he had grown in length, not in width since he got it. It was too big over his shoulder and around his waist, but too short in general, exposing his wrists and lower back to the cold. The ugly faded yellow t-shirt did not help anything here, nor did the pair of baggy, huge pants he had gotten from his cousin, a larger, stronger build person. As it was now, he could hardly wear them without them hanging around his knees, even when wearing a belt.
He sighed once again, being ever so tired and just a tiny bit hung over. Nationality was a nice concept in taverns that served alcohol, but somehow he always ended up using too much money on too much to drink. And now he couldn't even get to bed...
Stupid lock, stupid lost key, stupid.. Him. He wondered where they could be, but lacked the concentration to think properly. He pushed up the glasses, moved some messy bangs from his face and stared into the snow.
Maybe... Nah, Zophia was sleeping, he couldn't wake her now. Strop might be awake, but probably working late as usual...
He rose, his butt being more or less numb from cold, and walked around a little, trying to think and gain some body heat. Thoad... Thoad would be mocking him for loosing the keys.. Skater would be sleeping as well, slliM... Probably finishing up a work of art, he couldn't interrupt people working... Crimson, Xzeno..? Not a choice as it was...
He sat again, blinking slowly, the muscles in his face being stiff from cold. KingRyan, maybe? He had his archives, and again, interrupting people was a no-no... He wondered if there was anyone else to bother at this time at night, pulling up his socks for the random.
Back to a tavern, maybe? Could be a solution, but most of them were probably closing up now, and only the disgusting ones would be open past three.
He rose again, beginning the long walk back to the city, hoping to find someone who would and could help.
