|
|
|
Yeah, I set up this thread to ask for rates for my avatar. And in return, i'd give their avatar a story/rate. Whatever the outfit they made up looked like, in character, to me.
Well, most of those stories turned out damn good. surprised So, i'm gonna post them in my journal, here! If you want one of your avatar, feel free to comment/ask. Read through them, they get better as they go along. >.> First few are abit... short.
Reyna224:: Now, your avatar... It instantly makes me think of a tourest guide through hell. surprised Like, there's a whole big bussload of hellions, and she's pointing out all of the fantastic sights n' scenes along the way! "If you look to your left, you'll see -some greek name- trying to push a boulder up an endless hill! And to your left, -some greek name- trying to drink some water out of a river that's just never high enough. Now, please watch your step on your way off the bus, and try not to fall into the abysses. Have a nice afterlife!" With an obvious country accent. XD I love that! *claps*
cruel_angels_thesis:: Alright! I see an angel. surprised *shock*shock* Up there, doin' his thang, as an artist. He paints many a grand and glorious picture, but alas... he is bored. So! He drops down from heaven, and takes a look around all the livin' folk. And what? He comes across an attack scene! An unsuspecting passer-by getting thrashed by a werewolf. surprised *obvious* Of course, being the good lil' angel he is, he lunges in to save the mortal. But, undoubtably, gets bitten himself. Now he's been tainted, marked, and put out of place in all societies. He can't go back home, not now. Instead, he'll go on living an imortal life, bitter and angry that such a fate could fall on him, dispite the good he's done.
...Wow, that escelated fast. gonk
Foxy_PandaBear:: A bunny girl at a bunny school! She's got a secret admirer. He sends her some flowers one day, a letter n' all. She's of course one of the most popular girls, and quickly bounces around with her clique with much giggling and glee. Who could he be? The footbal captain? The swim team, basketball team? The letter sounded so sweet - "Meet me under the bleachers durring tonight's game"
Oh, she couldn't wait! She bounded to school later that night, only to realize that two games were going on! Gasp! Which bleachers should she meet him under? The basketball, or volleyball game's? Going to the nearest-by one, the basketball game's, she bounces under the bleachers and finds Eddy Coolie. Often bench-warmer of the volley-ball game. He was very sleek, very hawt, very cool. Oh, of course HE must be the one for her! They stay under the bleaches and have a good ol' time, talking and snuggling until both games are over. Ah, what a happy night.
But... the next day, she goes to school and everybody's in a tizzy. What could be the matter? Someone died last night! *horror* "Oh no, not Eddy, please not him!" she thought to herself. No, it wasn't Eddy... It was Chuck Dorkinstein. Hardly noticable, not nearly as cool. But, apparently he'd been standing and waiting underneath the VollyBall game bleachers all night for someone to show up. Only, he waited too long. When they pushed the button to make the bleachers go back in, he was crushed.
...The end! n_n
Japster:: *looks into crystal ball*
Hmmm... Ohhh, I see a ninja. Yes, a fine ninja indeed. Very skilled, very strong, very smart. But... he wasn't always as fine as he is today. No, he had to do something long, long ago.
He use to be such a normal kid, prepared to live an average life in a small village. Nothing special, but he was happy. He even had a lil' love interest, a girl on the other side of the village. He'd never really talked to her much before, he'd always been too shy. She was wealthier than his family, but very sweet.
But today, he would make his move! He overheard her as he was walking along the dirt road, that she was fond of butterflies. She'd always wanted to see the hill butterflies, blue and beautiful, and rare, she'd heard. So, that night, he went up the tall hill outside of the village with a glass jar to catch the butterfly she so wanted to see. But the fates were not on his side...
That night, the village got attacked by a band of ninjas! Nothing survived, all got burned down and looted... Except him. He came down from the hill with the beautiful, rare butterfly, and gasped as he saw what had happened to his home. How could this be!? She was gone! He never got to tell her...
He smashed the jar and fell to his knees. The butterfly fluttered up from the broken shards, landing on his forhead. In a brilliant flash, he was changed forever by this unnamed butterfly. He became a creature of the night, a hellion bent on vengiance. He vowed to use his new-found strength and skill to destroy those who'd taken his love and his life from him. And let nothing stand in his way! *maniacal cackling* And so the butterfly came to become known as the Vengiance Butterfly.
-Fin-
*Starlight*:: Masquerade! It's a yearly cellebration on a small, remote island, that everybody dresses as oddly as they can. Each person trying to look like some bizarre creature. There's so many outfits, some look so real. So much excitment going on, and even a contest! Who has the best creature-look?
Well, here we have Starlight. She's minding her own bussiness, she's so happy. The sky's a bit bigger than she remembered today, the sun shines a bit brighter, the birds sing a bit sweeter. She's being noticed by so many people, but none of them are running in fear! They're all crowding around her, admiring her oh-so real costume. It feels good to be liked!
Finally, they start pushing her to jump in the contest. She sees no harm, it should be fun! And with little effort, she wins! What is she suppose to be? Who cares! Who is she? Who knows! As cellebration to show the entire city the glorious winner, she's sat up on a parade float and given a wonderfully white crown of flowers.
But, the time slips away from her... She hadn't noticed that it's nearly night -already-! Gasp! She can't just jump down, what should she do? She has to get away, out of sight. She begins struggling her way off the float, clinging to the last bits of sunlight. Everyone's trying to get one touch of her, shake her hand, ask for autographs even. So much comotion, she's not use to it all! Too much noise, too much darkness! She snaps!
The next day, reports ring out through the country. A large cruise ship just pulled in that next morning, to an empty dock. The streets were littered with blood, appendages and gore. What could possibly have wiped out an entire island population in one fell night? There was, however, one survivor... A girl, in a very strange costume. They're bringing her into the mainland within an hour, before it gets dark, to ask questions.
-DUN DUN DUNNNN-
Uriela:: Here we have an explorer. She's an environmentalist. Always going to exotic lands, finding new species, discovering new things about the environment. A vegitarian, working to stop mankind from destroying the fragil species.
So, one day she gets a great assignment, one she's been looking forward to for quite some time. She gets to go up to Alaska, to study the very rare, and nearly extinct Snow Mink. They've hardly been seen anymore, they believe there's only one left.
Days and nights of blistering snow-storms, trugging across miles of cold, hard terrain in search of the last Snow Mink. Maybe she can save it, maybe she can finally have her dream of saving a species from the brink of extinction.
Her crew is ready to turn back, it's been months now, and no sign of the illusive creature. Maybe it's already gone? Well, she finally agrees, to try again another day. But... as they're turning back, they create an avalance! Everything and everyone else is destroyed and burried underneath the icy fall of death. But there she lays, on top of the deep snow, unconcious.
Two days pass before there's a licking at her hand. She wakes up, dazed and confused and... hungry. What's this that's woken her? The last Snow Mink! She can save it, at least! But... she's so hungry. And all alone. So tired to make it down the mountain with that little energy.
The next day, she tumbles down to the base of the mountain, a small outpost stands. A few men come up, and call for a helechopter. As she's inside, being stitched up a bit, they ask all about what happened. Where everybody went. Why was she there. "We never did find that Snow Fox..." she coughed. There was a moment of silence before the paramedic replied, "Hey, I like that hat."
HaMFIGHTER:: I see a doctor. A doctor who worked on the battlines of a great and brutal war! Saving lives, fixing injuries, stopping bleeding. All of the bodies, all of the blood... all of the brains! twisted You eventually catch a deadly virus... It turns you slowly, but surely, into the cold end of many a soldier. Instead of healing them, you begin to EAT them! *thunderclaps* Even your hand falls off one day due to an explosion, thrashing of a victim patient, or rotting. surprised But no worries! You conviniently find a hook to slap on the stub, and continue on your mangling healing ways! Whether they like/need it, or not. ninja
~Le Snuffles~:: Snuffles sat up in the hills along the outskirts of town her entire life. She'd always watch from a distance as all the town-folk went along their daily lives. Going on dates. Going to parties. Dancing and singing and having a grand ol' time. It all looked so fascinating to her, a simple monkey-girl.
Well, she started to get lonely, of course. And overheard as a small group of teens walked through the forest, that there would be a costume ball that weekend. Oh joy, she thought! She finally had a chance to go in and sing, dance, talk to the people, meet all of the boys! She couldn't wait! She went through all of the clothes and items she'd found in the forest all these past years, and threw on a costume. She primped her hair, did her nails, brushed her tail, and took a bath.
The night finally came, she strode proudly into that ball with the biggest grin. But alas... There was a ball, but it was no costume ball. The costume ball was the next city over. This was simply a hawaii-themed ball, sticks of bamboo and actual palm trees set up all about. As all of the participants pointed and laughed at the girl dressed in the odd costume, she didn't know what to do! They started crowding around her, cackling and poking and prodding at the strange ape suit. They wanted to see what was underneath, who would dare come to the ball dressed like that? She could stand it no longer, and soon lashed out. Erupting on all of the people she so loved to watch over!
After a few hours, the last song of the ball began to play in the speakers, soft reflected lights dancing over the tented walls, as everybody stood 'round the edges of the room. Her, sliding a smooth, elegant dance along with the Prom King, she let out a listfull sigh. "It started out rocky, but this has been the best ball ever, Kevin.", she said as the song finally stopped, scratching off the record a bit. With that, she would skip out of the building and back up to her nearby home in the hills.
The small group of teens who'd come through the forest from before, were now discussing how great the costumes were. They couldn't wait to see how things turned out at the Hawaii ball! As they walked through the empty, small town, they began to worry and wonder, where was everybody? There was a strange odor in the air. It was comming from the ballroom? As they stepped in, they gasped and screamed at the sight. Elegantly-dressed, formal bodies propped up by sturdy bamboo sticks jammed through them, some sprawled out in large swells of blood.
They ran out as quickly as they entered, and all halted, gazing straight ahead as a dark shadow loomed over them. A sweet, almost angelic voice speaking out, "Hey, wanna dance?"
-Bah-duh-duh-duuuuuhn- xP
Inferno04:: There she sat in the library again, as she did so many times before. Flipping through another incredibly thick book, she exhaled a sigh. It was the weekend, and she never had anything else to do but sit and read these books? She hadn't had much of a life ever since her one good friend left. How she missed him, even though he was only imaginary... Her friend, who promised never to harm her, and always be there for her.
Pushing away from the table, she went into the back of the library. She paused, looking about a bit, the librarian wasn't watching back there today. She had a chance to at least be a little sneaky today, if nothing else good came of it! With that, she crept back beyond the yellow line, and into the section of the building she'd not been into before.
There were whole rows of books, all over the place! She could hardly believe it! What were they all doing back here, instead of out front? Maybe they were too old? Too valuable? She didn't bother to care, as she strode along the aisle. She stopped, as a glint caught her eye. There was one book that stood out on the end of a shelf. It didn't have dust on it, it seemed to be in perfect condition, and had strange markings all over it. It was odd, but she picked it up off the shelf anyway.
She scoffed a bit as the title was "For My Beloved Inferno". Openning it up, there was a single blue flower inside. It looked almost like a rose, yet still seemed fresh. She picked it up, sparkling eyes holding to it as she pulled it toward herself. And yipped a bit as a thorn would p***k her finger.
A few moments passed after that, before she began to feel dizzy and faint. And finally collapsed. As she woke, there was a familiar and soothing voice speaking about her. Hazed eyes openning, it were her friend! Her friend from so long ago! She sat up, happy as could be. "I knew you were real! It's you, you're here!" she burst out as she began to hug him close. He and the doctor looked shocked and stunned, though, that she was awake. "...What is it?" she asked, looking them over. She noticed, he was carring a large bouquet of those blue flowers with him, and dressed in a drab black.
There was a doctor in the room, he stammered a moment- "Thi-this isn't suppose to happen, i'm not sure how this can be!" he said as he looked her over. "What is it!?" she demanded, clinging to him. And after a cold silence, he explained it to her. She'd been in a coma for the past 5 years. They thought she'd never make it, and since her parents died just weeks before, her friend thought it best to let her finally rest in peace as well. He gave concent to pull the plug. The doctor gave a nod, and stepped out of the room, giving the two a few minutes alone.
She was stunned, shocked, thrown by this. How could he do this to her? An insane anger began to build in her as she dwelled on the thought. He promised never to harm her, he promised to be there for her no matter what. He couldn't understand why she was getting so angry at this, it all seemed like a good decision to him.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the hospital, holding a large bouquet of those beloved flowers wrapped in fine, black silks to her nose, exhaling a sigh as she basked a moment in the sunlight. A man smiled nearby, looking the sight over and asked, "Comming back from good news, eh?" She blinked with a grin, giving a nod as she stepped over to him. "My friend just had the plug pulled a few minutes ago... Hey, care for a flower?"
Arcim Boldo:: Boldo was a fameous name, a household name, anyone who was anyone knew her. For years, she'd been an expert stunt-woman. She did the most amazing, death-defying stunts! Twisted, bone-chilling stunts that also seemed defied phisics! She was a hero, in some respects, and a great mystery. Nobody could understand how she pulled off such stunts, and nobody cared... Except one man. He was a reporter for the Daily Questioner magazine, and had one goal. He'd get his slice of fame too, by finding out the secret to her stunts!
She was comming out into the parking lot after another long day of thrills and chills, heading to her car before bumping into someone. There he was, Damien, he seemed familiar but she couldn't quite recall who he was. After a bit of a laugh, and short conversation, she thought it'd be nice enough to invite him along to the next city where she would have her next show. He, of course, agreed, and rode along with her.
It was a smooth car-ride, with casual conversation, along a scenic rout, forest all around and hardly any traffic. Finally, he asked "So, how do you pull off those stunts, anyway? Promise I won't tell anyone, eh?" he chuckled. With a grin, she shook her head. "It's a secret, I promised not to tell." He gave a sarcasticly sad -awwww- "C'mon, it'll be our secret too, eh? He won't find out you told me, I swear." he continued as his hand brushed softly over hers. Arching a brow, he did seem trusty. It had been 10 years, and she'd never even heard from the one whom she'd made the promise/secret with ever since.
To hell with it she thought, no harm could come. This is just like another stunt, i'll be fine. With that, she whispered simply, in a most joking manor, "Heheh, I sold my soul to the devil, that's how!" A sharp grin curled across Damien's lips as he sat back a bit, a low rumble of a chuckle escaping him. She tilted her head, then thought back a moment-- He said 'He'll never find out you told me, I swear'... how did he know that? --With a gasp, her wheel hit a pothole in the road and her car swirved drasticly. Slamming into a large oak tree.
There was a bursting explosion, and engulfing fire. Finally, another car rode by, stopping a short distance away as a plain and casual, ordinary, unknown woman rushed out, looking over the horrid sight. There Damien stood, looking over the dying fire as the woman gasped, "Are you alright, Mr?" He turned to her, looking the lady's figure over, a soft gleam of red glazing over his eyes. "Oh, i'm fine... Hey... can you keep a secret?"
Devil_Ish:: There she sat under the tree, it was her first christmas ever! A pretty red bow atop her head, she hoped this would be a nice family that bought her from the doll shop. The first kid tottled down the stairs and giggled happily at the sight. All of the toys, all of the dolls, such a happy little girl. The parents came down, watching their daughter unwrap each one, playing gleefully with them all day until early-night.
The girl hugged her new dollie close, giving a squeeze as she lay sleeping on the floor. With a chuckle, her dad picked her up, turning to the stairs to take her to bed. The mother heading into the back room. Though, the girl's grip slipped, and the doll fell to the wrapping-covered floor.
Later that night, the mother and father made certain their daughter was asleep as they grabbed up their coats. It was fairly early. The mother whined a bit, "This'll be the first night we leave her home alone, Charles. What if something happens?" - "Don't worry, nothing's going to go wrong. We'll only be at the resturaunt for about an hour, and she's all tucked in." He answered with a nod as they headed out.
The doll picked herself up, and crawled across out of the papers. Dusting off, as she looked up the stairs. What a nice girl, what a nice home, it was all so good. But then... there was a rattling at the door. The doll fell down into a normal, lifeless position as she wondered had the parents come back already?. No, the door got pushed rather bluntly open. A tall, dark figure hidden under a black mask stepped in with a large sack pulled over his shoulder. The rattled sound was enough to wake up the little girl, who gave a yawn and wiped her eye a bit.
Oh no, the doll thought! What to do? She couldn't just let this man come in and ruin her new home, and her new friend. She had precious little time to think! The little girl stepped down the stairs, and blinked. A wide smile spreading across her face as she saw her new dollie in the middle of the floor, and next to it, another different doll! It was a strange doll, all dressed in black. But she didn't mind. It would make for fun games! Though, the parents did come back that minute, they gasped as they saw the door broken open.
"Nothing's missing, though, that's odd." They said, after searching over everything. "Guess we'll miss that reservation, we're staying in tonight... Hey, Charles, did you get that doll for her?" the mother asked as she tucked her daughter in again. Shaking his head, he looked it over, grabbing it up softly in his hand. "No, I don't think so... Ah well, not like it just walked in here itself, or anything, eh?" he said as he stepped across the room, setting it up on a small shelf of other dolls.
Mr.BoxHead :: Late night at a simple bar, the tender's finnishing up his light cleaning as the door swings open. Stepping up and taking a seat was this dark, yet interesting character, though the bartender didn't seem too surprised at the apperance. Turning around, he set a shot glass and with a nod asked~ "...Tough day, bub?" ~Yes, this stranger's body seemed visibly tense, dark wrapping cloth shuddering slightly.
Setting his very festive pitchfork down with a clank, he gave a nod, grumbling a few inaudable words to the surprisingly calm barkeep before speaking up~ "I just wanted ONE thing... One thing, i've wanted for so long... Why couldn't they just let it be!" ~He snapped, bartender arching a brow as he gave the dark figure another once-over. Pulling out a towel to wipe at the small pools of blood which dripped from the stranger's clothes.
"Ah, you know how things are these days. There's some real freaks out there." ~The barkeep responded, pouring full the glass.~ "I remember once, I had a dream too... Eventually I got my wish, though." ~The tender finnished as the dark figure finnished off the drink in one gulp, gasping a bit with a curious look.~ "I wanted to be... a demon mime..." ~He said, followed by a low chuckle.
The barkeep returning the curious look, gave another nod and asked, setting the full bottle of unlabled liquor onto the countertop.~ "Eh... you don't say... Why exactly do you have all that gore and blood on you, Mime?" ~He asked as the man chugged away a few gulps of the surprisingly tasty drink before clanking the bottle back down again.~ "Ahh.. I put everybody who laughed at me into a glass box.. Then shrunk the boxes to the size of that shot-glass. Erm..." ~The stranger looked the simple barkeep over, scritching at the back of his head a bit~ "...What exactly was your wish, by the way?"
The bartender quirked his brows, a cool grin parting his lips as he pulled the bottle back to himself, then reaching the other hand under the bar.~ "To own a bar sellin' mutative drinks... You'd think there would be more complainers, but everyone just takes it nice n' quietly." ~He said, pulling up a small mirror from underneath the counter - The demon-mime letting out a horrid yell as he saw his brandly new boxed-head, before being cut off as the over-weighing head tumbled him backwards and crashed into dozens of jagged peices, as though made of glass.
*dun dun DUNNNN* :'D
Mr.r4nd0m :: With a blunt clank and clatter, the jewel-guilded skull fell to the hardwood desk, a battle-worn hand comming to rest atop it. Gritting his teeth a bit, rolling the half-burnt cigarette across to the other side of his mouth, he exhaled a smokey breath before speaking with a crackled rattle of a voice. "Here's your damn toy." Leaning in, his other gloved-over hand comming to rest near the skull against the desk - staring at the back of the high-scaled swiveling chair as he'd done many times before, he continued with a smooth swig of the cigarette. "...Now i'll take my key and be on my way."
The shallow sihlouette of the figure in the seat's profile began to pulse with a calm chuckle. Even tone smoothing out a response. "...I'm afraid there's one more task for you, Mr. R. And then you can have it..." the dark figure raised their hand up, the glint of shaded light reflecting with the jingle of a single key on a ring. "...your freedom."
Raising to stand straight again, the firmly composed R4N tilted his head forward a bit. Shades slipping down to expose sharp glared eyes for a moment. His teeth clinched, hands curving into fists. "You told me this was my last job, and then i'd be free to work for myself, pig. I won't do another, the last one almost killed me as it is. And you have other guys to do your dirty work."
With a cut-off jingle, the key was tossed up to be caught in the unseen figure's other hand. A soft sound of rustling heard as the person responded. "Oh. I think you will do this thing for me. Or, need I remind you of why you got into this job in the first place...?" - Turning in the seat slightly, the figure would set down the image of what looked like a young woman standing next to R4N, sliding it across the desk. The dim glint of a sharp grin seen in the blackened sihlouette.
R4N stared quietly at the image for a moment. Light ashes of the cigarette fluttering to land on the corner, senging it slightly. With a slow nod, the dark figure proceeded to tell the directions of this last, simple job, knowing well that R4N had made his decision to cooperate. And how couldn't he? His freedom wouldn't mean much without her. He simply needed to get the job done before nightfall.
~~~
R4N returned to that room again, for the last time. The dull light of the sunset filling the room, as the newly aquired jet-black cat rest calmly in his arm. He was quiet this time, though not in the usual brooding sense. He couldn't help but think back - wondering why that guard seemed to stare so confused at his action in stealing the cat. He'd assume it had something to do with the small phial on the feline's collar. "Now. Live up to your end. Give me my key, and the 'heart' to save her."
A moment of silence passed before they would respond, a flat and distant tone in their voice, watching as the sun finally fell from the sky. "Oh yes. You can have your freedom now..." with that, they tossed back the key, landing with a clank against the desk, sliding near the edge to him. "...However, I can't give you the 'heart', i'm afraid. Because you already have it. In that kitty's collar..." the figure's voice grew more silent, near whisper. "And, i'm sorry to tell you that you're too late to save her with it... She is... now..."
With a hellish growl, R4N pulled out one of the sheathed blades, thrusting it brutally through the back of the seat, a victorious slice and crunch heard out. The cat jumping down to land on the desk. "b*****d! I got you everything you asked! Where is sh--" he jumped around the desk, jerking the blade out and giving a swift turn of the seat, falling silent at the image ahead of him.
Her arm fell out to the side, the slightly senged photo lofting out of her lifeless grasp to the floor. She wasn't bleeding from the deadly gash through her, as she'd not had or needed a heart for the past several years. What need for blood, when one has no heart?
surprised *insane chuckles*
edaaz · Fri Apr 21, 2006 @ 12:19pm · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|