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.
Where am I? This is... This is not where I belong. Chained to a chair he sat, naked, cold.. The pure blackness was all around him, nothing could be seen, not even the floor, though he could feel it under his feet. He tugged the chains, but as soon the chain straightened, the cuffs cut into his wrists. He mumbled startled, and put his hands down again. Who.. What... An unplasant feeling of pain began to pulsate in his arms, from the elbows and to his wrists and shoulders. He tugged the chains again, holding them this time, but it did not help. Even when the cuffs were not pressed against his skin, they tore at it until he let go of the chains.
After minutes of tugging, examining and letting go, he found a ring of metal. Its colour was metallic like the rest of the chain, but the shape was softer, more rounded than the others. He raised his right arm, straightening that side of the chain, and began examining the ring. Even though the cuff bit his wrist, he knew there was no other way. A distant sound was heard, coming closer. He manically fiddled with the ring, his heart racing in his chest. The cold was no longer there, his own body heat rising like a fever. The sound was as loud as a drum. His sweat was blinding him, panic, sheer panic cramping his muscles, making them work slower, less coordinated. The ring opened, and he ran, just to feel a burning heat wrap around his leg, making him...
The young man woke up. His fingers held the bed sheet like he was going to die if he let go, but slowly he relaxed, synchronizing with the reality. He coughed painfully and rose from the bed, the linen being damp and warm, like his shirt and pants where. He took it all off, shivering in the cold appartment, searching for clean, dry clothing. Dried the back of his neck with some toilet paper, while looking for his wallet and keys. He coughed violently as he exited the door, leaving the nightmare behind. At least that was what he hoped.
"Are you alright?" -I'm fine... Fine... It hurts...- "Do you want me to get the pain reliever?" The redhead shook his head a little, his eyes wide open, but not seeing anything. The colours were a twirling mess, his gaze empty. "Are you sure?" The young doctor looked worried at his friend and patient, at his fingers clawing at his sides. It had been getting better after the blood poisoning, though the strange kind, the 'sururrian' kind, Fab reminded himself, seemed worse than the human kind. The boy shook visibly, crying out it despair. "Sorry.." The young doctor took a few steps back, grabbing the syringe from the table. "Just to make you sleep a little..."
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Such an empty feeling, painful but empty... He shook a little, having kicked off blankets and duvets, as well as taking off his clothes, laying on the bed in his boxers and nothing else. It was like his nightmares, just.. real. More painful. God, it is cold... He was tired, waited for the pills to kick in. It was raining, not a night for walking... After an hour he rose, dressed himself and walked out the door.
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The halfdragon sniffed at the tense air, trying to sense other than the incredible depressed scent. Not a trace of rage in it... He blinked, moving across the bed on his small feet before turning into the large humanoid form. He longed for the rage, the sorrow being nothing but annoying. He sneezed and went back to killing people on the tv screen.
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"Hey, what's wrong..." 'Pain..' "Mm..." The spotted humanoid kissed the angel. Fallen leaned back, feeling comforted... Better than nothing.
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The cat meowed and wandered around a little, restless. She did not seem uncomfortable, just strangely worried. Then she sprang up in the bed, and curled up by the the tanned young man.
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The redhead fell silent, his body relaxing as the drugs filled him. His head hummed, the drugs being slightly stronger than his weak body could handle. He laughed disorientated at nothing, before falling silent. He slept.
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He was soaking wet, cold... tired. The pain was still there, but was nothing but a throbbing knot in his chest now. He sat on a bench near the hospital, wondered if Strop was at the hospital or somewhere else... Probably working somewhere else. He wished for company for a second, but threw the idea away as fast as it had hit his minds. People didn't care anyway... Should not worry them, should not cause problems.. He laid down on the bench, curled up a little and drifted off.
Yeh...When you feel tired...you feel sadder...add a sore back and whole right side of body...and the news that your 'friend' isn't coming on the same camping trip as you....and you have minor depression...well not really...very minor...
I probably don't know the half of being depressed...
Anyone want to do my homework...
Hey Cen...if you can't afford food...why do you have the internet?
'Oh, hi!' The moderator sat at the table, looking fascinated at the young man. 'Didn't know you were out this early.' She purred, looking curiously at him, as he did not reply. He was staring emptily at a cup of tea over his arms, which was folded on the table, his head resting on the table as well. 'Cen?' She blinked, lifting her tail in a curious manner. The tavern was almost empty at this time of day, but in the other corner, a couple of boy were having a loud conversation about some questions in a magazine. Zophia blinked again, becoming more worried as there was still no respons. She waved a hand in between his face and the cup, but still nothing. 'Cennn...' She pouted, taking his glasses off his head. The blonde blinked slightly confused, like he had just woken from a dream. "Zophia, hello. Didn't see you there." He sat up straight, looking rather exhausted. And rather scruffy. She looked amused at him, a smile growing to a perfect mazzelh smile.* "What is it?" He raised a brow, looking rather insecure as she reached over the table and poked his chin. 'Beard!' She smiled, her blue eyes filled with a certain kind of amused curiousity. "Oh. Yes." He sighed. The mazzelh crept closer, still finding it amusing, to say the least. 'You look weird.' "Thank you..." He took a sip of his tea, trying to ignore the mazzelh face coming closer and closer in a rather creepy way. 'It looks funny.' She smiled, her tail waving behind her like a cat's. Cen looked at her. 'Sorry, but it is just rather unusual to see you like that?' She tilted her head curiously, looking much like a kitten. A green kitten, but still a kitten. "It's okay... I guess." He relaxed a little, turning his attention towards the tea. The moderator blinked, then returned to the previous, worried state. 'You are up early?' She herself had been uå all night, and was looking forward to getting to bed, but she did not really feel exhausted, not like he did. "Yes, I guess." 'Have you had breakfast?' She tried to catch his gaze, but he seemed to focus on the tea. 'Do you want me to buy something? What do you want?' Cen ignored the question completely. 'Stop doing that...' She pouted, the feeling of worry becoming stronger. "Anyway, have a good day, Ms. Moderator." He rose from the bench, bowing slightly towards her and left. She sighed. "Fool..."
