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). ----------------------------------------
[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.
--------------------------- Tense. The music so loud that if the neighbors would like to complain, they would have to break down the door and kick him themselves. Loud enough to damages your hearing, probably. Under the blankets and duvets it just sounded muffled and the constant rhythm felt throughout his body. It was cold as well since the majority of the duvets was used to cover his head, and the rest of them was scattered on the floor. This was pretty much the only way of not getting hurt. On the other hand it was hard to breathe, which sadly made the hyperventilation come faster. So much rage build up he could scream, and ... maybe even kill some one. Himself most likely. After he got home, there had been nothing but bitter rage, the words still loud in his head, fresh in memory. This time it didn't help to punch at the wall and feel the numb pain in his knuckles, there was a need to do more, the feeling was deeper, he would need to do more. Throw stuff on the floor, yell, make it hurt. The first would be stupid as he had just cleaned his room (finally), the second would probably be immature... The last both. So he had settled on the loud music and the isolation from everything. At least the duvets protected him from himself, his fingers clawing at the fabric. The tension made his muscles hurt, and the stubborn covering of his head was making him all too dizzy all too fast. He yelled out, long tunes of nothingness, even after the music had come to an end, and the neighbors had stopped hammering on the door. Finally he fell silent, removing the blankets with slow, tired movements. Would probably be nice with some painkillers to ease his throbbing head, but even the thought of moving made him exhausted. He fell asleep moments later. -----------------------
"Thanks..." Cen looked rather annoyed at the laughing pony, before he chose to ignore it all together, and brush his wet hair instead. Strop dried his eyes with a hand, while still giggling slightly. "I have just never pictured you with your hair down." He gigglesnorted. "Or in a bathrobe." "Well, I..." The young man opened his mouth to continue, but seemingly decided not to. Instead he grabbed some clothes from a pile, and went back into the bathroom. Strop sad and giggled some moments more, before finding a new interest in the few books still on the shelves. Books on artwork, a novel of some sort, and a book in a foreign language, so he could only guess on its content. He picked it up, sniffed at it, and opened it, only to find that the rest of it was as hard to understand as the title. Besides some words like "Narrativ(e)", "information" and "fiction/faktion (whut, he thought)", it seemed much like gibberish. "You were actually snooping around in my stuff." He didn't sound as angry as just plain giving up protesting all together. "Sorry?" The big baby blue eyes became even bigger. "Yeah, fine..." The human just looked at him, before sitting down on beside the table in the opposite corner of the room.
"So, we're going now?" The pony jumped to his feet, once again acting like a hyperactive child. "I mean, after you have changed to something warmer, or something?" He stopped for a second, looking at the young man, who sat calmly before him. "I mean, those pants have holes and all." Cen looked up. "Nu er det her altsaa mine officielle 'bliv sulet og faa sne i bukserne'-bukser." "... Huh?" "No, I am not going to change." Strop began to move around impatiently seeing the human wasn't rising from the chair. "So we can go now, can we, can we, pleeeease?" "No." "Naawwww! Why noooot?!" The pony sat heavyly in the bed, pouting. "I am waiting for the water to boil." Cen said matter-of-factly. "But...." Strop sighed, even more pouting, before he turned his attention towards Cen's glasses lying near the bed. He picked them up, and took them on.
It was like a whole other world... Or not. Just slightly bigger and sharper. He looked around while Cen wandered back into the kitchen. They didn't fit well, the glasses, but it was more fun than just sitting around. "Want some tea?" The pony looked up. "Uhm, tea? What kind?" "Some berries of a kind or Earl Grey. I have instant coffee as well, if you are interested." The young man looked mildly at him, seeming a little more relaxed now. "Uhm, no thanks. ... Shouldn't you eat breakfast instead of just drinking some tea?" He took off the glasses, looking worried. Cen ignored the question with a straight face, and just sat once again, while stirring the tea. "Do you even have anything to eat out there?" Strop rose, curious and worried at the same time (though probably more curious than worries), and as the human didn't answer, he wandered back into the kitchen. He began searching the shelves. "Strop?" "Yeah?" "Snow." "Is it still there??" "Yes." "Oh, good." He sighed relieved.
The ninja sat for a moment, observing the young man drink tea and read in some book. "Are you even going to go with me?" "Not if I can avoid it." Strop pouted. "But you... You need to get out sometimes, you know!" "My leg hurt, I cannot walk." "But... You walked around before." The pony rose to his hooves, looking a little grumpy. "You are lying for me..." "Nope, not really. It still hurts, I just do not whine about it." Cen looked at Strop for a second, before continuing to read. "Then let me have a look at it?" "It is sprained, there is nothing you can do anyway." "You are no fun, Cen.." Strop walked back to the bed. "Strop..?" "Hm?" "... I am not going to chase you around out there. And no throwing snow at me, 'cause I will go back here if you do." The ninja was one huge, hyperactive smile. "So we're going now??" "Sure.." Strop sprang across the room, grabbed Cen, and was halfway out the door, before he got stopped. Shoes, keys and an extra shirt later, they left for the snow.
