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Post by kittehkats on Aug 9, 2014 3:43:43 GMT
username on CS: ~Kitteh Kats~
identity of protagonist: (name or alias or feature that distinguishes them from others in the story AKA how we will know who to design)
story:
word count: (__/1000 w)
WIP
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Post by jayflight on Aug 9, 2014 4:42:32 GMT
Is it okay if all of the kiamaras in the story are fake? Do they have to be real? and, can describe something he or she may be wearing? like say they have a green cape or a shiny crown or something? or is it no description of any kind at all? very sorry if those have already been explained! ;u; just wanna make sure~ ovo
---- CS username; Jayflight. Identity of Protagonist; I'll just put Trickster here as a sort of alias. Story: WIPWIPWIP [let's hope I can get this done in time xux work in progress] Word count: ( 0w /1000w ) |
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IBiteBack
New Member
Forever alone ;A;
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Post by IBiteBack on Aug 9, 2014 6:19:33 GMT
Username on CS:IBiteBack Identity of protagonist:Nanook Story:"Nanook, get up! You've got work to do, and you've been slacking off for the last two days!" I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head, ears perking and twitching as the sharp voice of my superior rang in my ears and woke me from the peaceful dream I had been enjoying- it was the one where I was at the beach again, and it had been a repeated dream for the last two weeks. Since I was so used to the cold, I really didn't think I would like going to the beach, but the water was so pretty.....it wasn't frozen and solid like it was here. With a soft exhale, I slipped out from beneath my tried and true red blanket- something I had been given when I was young- and began making my way through the dugouts and towards the kitchen. Once glance inside told me that we still hadn't found a new cook to replace the last, but I rolled my shoulders in a passive shrug and continued to make my way outside. My partner had given up after three weeks of the work- pulling heavy items for no real apparent reason and getting worked like a dog wasn't exactly the dream job many young children told their teachers about in school, but it offered shelter, food, and pay so I wasn't going to start complaining any time soon. Getting the Boss to help me slip on my harness, I turned a deaf ear to his usual morning complaining so that it wouldn't end up ruining my morning and the rest of the work day. Assisting him with his harness was easy before the two of us slipped outside and were greeted by a strong gust of wind- almost strong enough to make my eyes water, and that was saying something! With a silent understanding between the two of us, we went to the loading area to get attached to whatever we were pulling. I took the time of silence as we were attached to the sled to just peer out at the barren world of white, keen eyes picking out a few different peaks in the distance and even a hut or two among the frozen world. It was quiet if one ignored the wind, I supposed, so it wasn't entirely bad living here. Actually pretty peaceful once you got used to grinding your nose against the stone to survive every year- which was tough to do, but if you managed to get past the first year you'd slowly fall into the routine with ease. Smiling, I managed to remember the first year I had come to work with the big boys of the world, and how nervous I had been. It really seemed childish to have been so afraid now that I looked back, but the memory amused me and left me feeling good inside as the boss and I began pulling our load. He was in charge of leading as I followed and kept an ear out for any tell-tale signs that something was wrong with our equipment. It was smooth sailing for a good twenty-fives minutes, until I finally noticed our surroundings and came to a sharp halt, the fur on every inch of my body standing on end because we were not supposed to cross this patch of ice during this season. The boss was in charge of everything- including mapping the quickest, safest routes for everyone to pull on, so why were we out here? Noticing my unease rather quickly since he needed my assistance to pull, the superior turned his head towards me and bared his teeth impatiently- he always did that when he was irritated and feeling rushed, so it didn't bother me. "I'm not crossing this ice, Jed, and you should know better than to make a route going directly across it," I murmured, ears flattening to my head in distaste because I didn't like talking down to someone who had been in this business much longer than I had. Even if I did know that this ice was thin and too dangerous for our heavy load. Snorting softly in response, the boss tried to move forward while tugging at my harness as well. I didn't let him budge me- I wasn't going to stand for this and I wanted that message to get across as clearly as possible. "This is the quickest way for us to get to and from our drop off location, so you'd better get your backside in gear," he growled softly, voice gruff and sounding like gravel. If he was going to be like this, I was going to wait it out until he was thinking clearly. Lowering myself so my stomach was against the ice, I fixed him with a stern gaze and clenched my jaw for a moment. "I'm not going to move until you start thinking about what you're asking of me. That ice isn't going to hold this delivery, much less our own weight," I informed him, tail curling and uncurling slowly while I held his gaze with my own, refusing to let him win this because we both knew better than to cross such thin ice. One rule my mother told me was that the weaker animal looked away first, and while I didn't understand why that information was needed until now. Jed looked away from me, his worker, and focused on the ice instead with a soft hum that I knew meant he was thinking over what he was trying to get me to do. "I 'pose you're right.....for once....Nanook," he concluded after a long moment, my gaze still trained on his face. He broke off into mutter about how he was getting too old for this business and that he needed someone knew to take over, but I dismissed it with a soft chuckle. "Old Man, you better not leave us any time soon, or we'll be lost," I promised him. Word count:
(1000/1000 w) Counted here: www.wordcounter.net
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Post by jensenaackles on Aug 9, 2014 6:27:44 GMT
username on CS:
jensenaackles
identity of protagonist:
Ceinlys, usually called ''Lia'' by friends and family. She's a girl who constantly dreams and seems to see things that aren't physically there or apparent in colors.
Ceinlys perched on a tree branch, overlooking the vividly painted meadows that suddenly rolled across the barren plains. It was spring, her favorite season of the year, where fawns frolic near the wood oaks and butterflies quickly claim the sweetest of flower nectar. She deliberately reflected on her thoughts every morning, at the same exact time every day. It was entirely dedication in her part.
She was different from other Kiamaras, partly due to the way she sees the world. She saw everything in colors, but not just any color; like a grey morning or a purple evening, but a multitude of colors every minute. She learned to appreciate when others couldn't, like the inky blues of the lake that turn a murky brown near sunset, and the pastel pinks dotting the sunset year-round. She tried to catch up with these colors in her sketchbook, but alas, she almost always failed.
Her sketchbook told a story about her life, a story that even she didn't fully understand. Her drawings depicted every important event and every tiny reminder. She liked to look at them in silence, and although some have questioned it, she had refused to display it.
She took calm, steady breaths as she overlooked the town ahead, seeing the colors unfold in front of her. Magenta, limes, violets, baby blues, blood reds, salmons... everyone seemed to have a color that represented them. Minutes past as she dedicated herself to such a strange hobby that no one could fathom. She noticed her father at close quarters to the square, where he and her mother sold things like bouquets, dresses, jewelry, and tools.
Finally, she moved on from her abode to the weathered terrain to head home before her parents noticed that she was gone. She scurried to the edge of town to her house, where her younger brother and older sister were at. Her older sister looked calm, but she knew that inside, she was furious.
"Where have you been?" she asked in a tone that didn't seem accusing, only because Lia's younger brother was there. Her younger brother wasn't paying attention even as Ceinlys walked in, busy eating his cereal. Ceinlys was quiet, indecisive to whether to tell the truth or not. She wasn't the best liar, but she didn't know if the truth would help in any way either.
"I was in the meadows," she said, trying to sound as truthful as possible. "I was sketching..." She held out her sketchbook in front of her without any added explanation. Her sister sighed in contempt, her only reply being "brat" as she walked out the door with her books in hand. When the door shut, Ceinlys finally breathed as she sat on the chair nearest to her. Her younger brother looked up to see her but looked disinterested, as Ceinlys had hoped. She didn't have the time to answer his questions, many of which were hard to answer anyways.
Her parents and sister came back at the evening, as Ceinlys prepared dinner. Her brother was rather fond of her cooking, especially her baking. Everything she made had a personal color code, some with meaning and some without. Everything she liked was pastel colors, while things she disliked were dull or in solid color in her eyes. She only saw it that way, no one else did. It was a simple vanilla cake to her brother, but to Ceinlys, it was a creamy white cake with pastel blues and purple icing, and a muddy chocolate brown in the inside. It was all a habit.
She took a bite of her spaghetti, a small smile on her face with the satisfaction of the taste of it. She slowly drifted in her thoughts again, a tiny bit aware of the real world, but slowly being immersed in the little dream world of hers. She thought of being a flower girl, the one that makes lovely flower crowns for the older girls, in a flower dress that she supposedly made herself. She always wished to be helpful, and that's usually what made her thoughts become what they were. Her thoughts suddenly drifted to her in a dress made of silk and leaves, with bird feathers all around her as jewelry. She was a healer, deep in the forest, her company only being animals. A bunny leaped up to her arms and she smiled, until it suddenly yelled her name "Ceinlys!"
Ceinlys quickly looked up to see her mother the only one at the table, everyone was finished eating. There was nothing on her plate. How much time had passed? she thought, before having it be interrupted by her mother.
"Are you alright? It's been a whole hour, and you were trying to eat from an empty plate," she looked at her with worry.
"Oh, it's nothing Mother, just daydreams... Can I be excused?" she asked as her mother nodded, letting Ceinlys go. She still looked a bit worried, especially since it was the same excuse she used many times before.
Ceinlys sat on her bed, tossing her old clothes to a side and her brother's toys on her nightstand, her sketchbook still on her lap. She opened it's pages, little images of her story unfolding. She opened to the newest page, a drawing of her dreams from the night before that she didn't remember making, but it was beautiful nonetheless. There was the fawn, the butterflies, and the meadow. The colors were all connected in a way, from one picture to the next.
She laid her head down on her pillow and stared at the ceiling, smiling as she put her sketchbook away, wondering what drawing would come up next. She turned off her lamp and closed her eyes, wishing upon the stars that one day they could actually come true.
word count: (968/1000 w)
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Post by mandiijay on Aug 9, 2014 6:36:42 GMT
Username on CS:
~Soul~
Identity of protagonist:
Shirley Ann Woods
The Life of Shirley Woods
(Story)
The day of Shirley Ann Woods is an interesting one, for the young adult, she wakes up every morning and tends to enjoy a lavish breakfast, one made up of two egg, Sunny side up, accompanied by two strips of extra crisped bacon. When asking Shirley what an Dream career would be that last think anyone would expect anyone to answer with is being a waitress. Shirley here takes her job with pride and wouldn't give it up for the world, though working at a 50's dinner, Shirley seems to be at home here, running around and chatting with people and travelers coming through. Though Shirley is quiet the one for gossip and loves to talk to the older women that come in almost every Wednesday for lunch to catch up with each other. Shirley is very much a people person and will talk off anyone ear if they get her started. Shirley can be fond at the 50's dinner for the breakfast and lunch rush helping out and serving customers. While she is working Shirley tends to have a habit of chewing bubble gum and snapping it when jotting down orders or bringing up bills, its a habit that she isn't aware of half the time and people that know her well enough know you can't get her to stop. She will even accept bubble gum as tips, her favorite chewing gum flavor it watermelon though. Now one thing that stands out about her is her New Jersey accent, which makes her hard to understand at times and sometimes she tends to slier words.
On the weekends she loves to go out and hang with friends, but she loves to go out late and see a wonderful show called the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She loves to dance along to the Time Worp and participate in the show as well. The Show is both a movie and a play all in one where they make fun of the show and the audience gets grab bags with props that they get to though in the air. The show is all fun and games really and its a good way to relax and let out a laugh. You really need to be a silly person with a great sense of humor to enjoy such a show and Shirley just happens to be one of those people. She loves to goof around and yet you can never sit her down and get her to be serious for to long. She doesn't handle serious things well and will tend to crack jokes out of nervousness. When she is nervous or scared she tends to ramble and joke before going into hyperventilating and eventually passing out if someone can't get her to calm down by the time she gets lightheaded and starts to see spots. Back to movies, she loves films that are older and loves to go to the movies as well when ever she gets the chance. Her favorite movie of all time is Back to the Future. She loves the first one for its a boy that goes back to the 50's to when his parents where teens in high school. Maybe this movie is one reason why she loves working at the 50's dinner so much!
When you ask other Kia's what Shirley is well know for, the first answer you would get is making milkshakes. This girly can make many milkshakes and sometimes will come up with brand new idea's on different unique flavors. She is most famous for making a Pb&J milkshake, though other places have made something like this she uses a raspberry jam and with and small peanut chunks to add a but of a crunch to her silky milkshakes. Her last one she had created was a carmel mocha milkshake, a great one to accompany breakfast for those kia's with a sweet tooth. She is also great at making malts and sometimes a frap (Though fraps give her a little more trouble at times ). Yet back at the Dinner she is always working her magic and keeping the jukebox feed and giving quarters to little ones that want to pick a song. Shirley often thinks it would be rather cool to roller blade around the dinner, but her and her manager knows that she is a but to clumsy for that, though she isn't tripping all the time she still has her moments of stumbling over her own front paws.
At the end of every day, Shirley goes home and keeps herself busy till bed time. She will either watch a movie or worry about dinner, though she loves to have a pot roast going while she is at the dinner, letting it slowly cook through out the day so when she is home its ready and waiting for her. Its a life saver for a girl thats been on her feet all day and needs to rest when getting home. She will also make a roast sandwich for the next day too, that ways she kills two birds with one stone. She loves to take advantage of things that will make her live easy and can serve multiple purposes so she isn't in need of doing it again later. It frees up more time for her to do other things that she would enjoy more then having to cook again or clean. Over all Shirley is a fun girl that seems to still be a little immature of her age and enjoys her life, but make her nervous enough and she will be a clumsy nervous reck.
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Post by -Cole Stargazer- on Aug 9, 2014 8:42:47 GMT
I have a question ;u;"
What's considered prettying up since there aren't any images allowed?
Like prettying up vs extras so I don't accidentally screw that up ;u; <3
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Post by firefly on Aug 9, 2014 17:19:52 GMT
username on CS:
.firefly.
identity of protagonist:
Conina(Ko-Knee-Nah); meaning small-hen or guinea-hen in Spanish.
she is slightly smaller than other adults, tends to be very responsible
story:
(From Conina's Perspective)
It was the regular morning routine once again, feed the chickens, collect the eggs, and milk the goat. Days are long here, the heat bogs down and i just long for night, when i can finally have some fun. I live atop a hill near the town of San Antonio Texas, at night i have the most beautiful view of the stars. I spent most of my nights counting constellations and feeling the warm breeze in my fur.
The little things in life bring me joy.
I was about to go to bed when i heard a loud noise coming from the barn. It sounded like a scream. I have the bad habit of saying up until I'm so tired i could pass out. This was one of those times, i could barely keep my eyes open as i attempted to walk outside. I knew there was danger awaiting but i was too tired to care.
Stumbling out of the house i smelled bloodshed and dirty fur from the barn. The noises were grotesque and terrifying but i knew i had to. WIP
word count: (187/1000 w)
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vapor
New Member
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Post by vapor on Aug 9, 2014 20:52:11 GMT
1.) May we use a Kiamara that we have already entertained a concept for {e.g. if we were trying out for a Kiamara and invented a fake Kia for their comp, can we use that Kia}?
2.) I know we are to refrain from using too much physical description, but can we at least give pieces of description, like eye color and generic markings {like, say, if they have a raccoon-striped tail or wing markings over their shoulders}?
Thank you!
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Post by silverkitsune on Aug 9, 2014 21:31:54 GMT
username on CS:
SilverKitsune
identity of protagonist:
Euro
story:
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I struggled against the clouding darkness. I couldn’t breathe! My arms and legs left heavy, like lead. And the darkness grew near, ever so closer. I tried to scream but not a sound was emanated and just when I thought I would be engulfed a violent shaking acuminated by someone yelling something caused me to jerk up. I gasp eyes darting around my dim room in slight panic before resting on my friend.
“Ah sorry about the rude awaking you were whimpering and shaking in your sleep Euro. Was it another one of those nightmares?” asked my friend with a slight frown hinted on his lips.
The sound of my heart beat still pounded in my ears and blood rushed to my face. I gazed down at my comforter uncomfortably, god it was the fifth dream in this week. I just couldn’t get a break could I?
I just nodded to the question, no use in lying.
My friend just sighs and says, “All right wait here, I’ll get you some water.” He then walks off towards the kitchen while I was left to think about that reoccurring dream. Why, just why? I guess it might be due to that traumatic experience I had as a young kiamara…But that was ages ago! Not to mention I stopped having nightmares months after the incident. Though it took a lot of therapy to feel comfortable enough to go near water but I managed, as long as it wasn’t a large body of water. Before I could think any deeper a glass of water was shoved into my paws and my friend took a seat next to me and asked, “Want to talk about it? I have a feeling it’s about the water again, right?”
Right on target bud, I thought. Shakily I raise the glass to my mouth and chugged down the cooling liquid. At least it helped calm my racing heart a little. And then I looked at my friend and told him the dream, “I just don’t know why.”
My friend just snorted and says, “Fear just don’t go away with a snap of your fingers Euro. Unless you face it head on you’ll never get over it.”
Boy did I remember those words, those very words that kept repeating it over and over no matter where I go.
This brings events to my current time, staring down at the roaring ripples swirling into a dark abbess. A cold wind nipped at my messy fur and my bloodshot eyes nervously glanced around. By now I was leaning against the railing of the bridge, wondering about those words.
With a dry laugh I ask out loud to the raging waters, “Facing my fears, right?”
No, no I’m too much of a chicken. How could I face my fears? What if they consume me? The waters sure did look hungry tonight…Or maybe it must be the coming storm, yes it must be. I tore myself back from the railing and started back home, I was supposed to go to this pool party but…You know. It was my friend’s birthday and I ditched because I couldn’t face it. I…I just wasn’t ready. With a choked cry I slam down a curled paw against the worn red stone brick of the apartment building. There still might be time the voice in the back of my mind mumbled.
I looked up at the dark menacing clouds gathering up, blocking out the silver crescent in the sky.
Well…it’s now or never right? Maybe I should stop living in fear but the words are easier said than done but at least I have my friend to watch my back. And so with a deep shaky breath I take out the invitation for the pool party out of my coat pocket. I guess it’s time to take a risk for once in my life. Besides everyone did complain about me being a hermit so I should prove them wrong. I forced a smile and started my march towards the party, besides haven’t people been telling me there is nothing to fear but fear itself?
word count: (694/1000 w)
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Post by three on Aug 9, 2014 21:53:31 GMT
vapor
1) Yes, you may use a previous concept. 2) No, we are not allowing any physical description. If you think it counts as physical description then don't write it or you will most likely be disqualified. colePrettying up would be in reference to formatting (i.e. font size, font type, font colour, spacing etc) jayflightThey can be fake, thats fine. No, clothing/accessories should be left out.
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Post by shattered on Aug 9, 2014 22:30:39 GMT
username on CS: shattered.
identity of protagonist: She is referred to as the Forestling. {written from the prospective of my kiamara Sven.}
word count: (989/1000w brought it down from 1631w)
story:
6/8/2014
The sun shone brightly this morning when I started out into the forest. It seemed as though it would be a perfect day for an adventure. I took my usual path into the forest, and it seemed more overgrown since my last adventure. Intrigued by the path, I strayed from what was normal. Lost, I looked around the small area for about an hour, to no avail. By this time, darkening clouds loomed over the forest’s canopy, and I knew I had to get home. So what did I do? I ran head first into the thickest of the jungle. The rain poured down on me, soaking through my thick and fluffy coat. First thing that went through my head was, “Mom’s going to kill me!” Thinking only got me more lost. Suddenly I felt the ground disappear beneath my paws, I was falling. Somehow I had managed to land on my back, forcing the air from my lungs. When I looked up, I saw a blurred face before everything went black. ---- I awoke where I had entered the forest, but I had no idea how I got there. Upon returning home, Mom gave me a disapproving look. I am going to go out into the forest again tomorrow, to figure out what happened to me.
7/8/2014.
Mother and father weren’t impressed when I came home shortly before dusk. I found where I had lost the path though and stood at that spot for some time, wondering why I had never noticed the side path. It was a lot more overgrown than the main path but still distinguishable. I needed to explore further. It didn’t take me long to follow the path to where I had gotten lost. Where I had fallen previously was a pretty steep drop, but it also happened to lead to a beautiful valley clearing in the middle of a dense forest. I made my way down the cliff and into the clearing to explore. I felt as though I was being watched. It wasn’t until I sat down beside a small glass-like pool that I realized I truly was being watched. Once, I was able to catch a glimpse of the peering eyes, but they disappeared quite quickly. I gave up on my search and instead stood and began to turn. --- The impact was the first thing I felt, the water was the second. It was ice cold yet refreshing. Once I surfaced, my eyes sought out the cause of my ‘swim’. I saw a girl, a Forestling, standing on the bank of the pool. Her eyes were wide in fear but shone with curiosity. I slowly waded over to the shore, she stepped back in sync. I spoke to her softly, though I’m not sure if she understood me. Eventually I got out of the water without her backing up. She seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, though she was cautious. --- Behind her, I saw what appeared to be an orchard, when I got an idea. Slowly I reached out and grasped the Forestling’s hand, she flinched and pulled away. I held out my hand again and slowly she took it. Leading her to the orchard, I gestured for her to wait. I pulled myself into a tree and grabbed two apples before climbing down. I stood in front of her and offered her the apples, but she only smiled and shook her head. Behind her I noticed the burnt clouds of the sunset. I looked to the Forestling, murmuring, “I need to go,” attempting to gesture with my hands. I received a puzzled look. I sighed and left over the cliff I had entered by. --- Again I lost myself in the forest, attempting to run home. I couldn’t even tell which way I was going. Finally I stopped running, panting heavily. After I caught my breath, something grabbed my hand. I wasn’t sure where I was, leaves were being whipped into my eyes, making it hard to see. I stumbled as I stepped onto the main path. Anxiously I looked around for what pulled me back to the path. My eyes fell on the Forestling. She had brought me back. With a smile and a laugh she was gone, back into the forest. I continued my way home, covered in scratches and bruises. I needed to find the Forestling, to thank her.
8/8/2014
I found signs of her along the path today. My search was cut short though; Armani needed me to try on his designs, I liked helping him out. As I left the forest, the feeling of being watched hovered behind me.
9/8/2014
I found her! I really did! I tried talking with her again but she still seemed confused.
10/8/2014
I believe the Forestling was starting to understand. She took me to an incredibly thick part of the forest with a clearing, almost like a cave made of brush. This was where she lived, a hollow of memories.
11/8/2014
This morning when I went to look for the Forestling she was waiting just inside the forest, with a welcoming smile. I gestured towards the forest but she shook her head. Lifting her hands, putting one on my chest and using her other to point towards my house. “Ho-me” She stuttered. “My home?” I asked slightly shocked. “You want to see my home?” There was silence, while she processed my words. She nodded and grabbed my hand. I led her over to tables and a tent that were being set up by my father and aunt. “Father! Aunt Ambrosia! There is someone I want you to meet.” I waited for them to look at me before stepping aside and allowing them to see the Forestling. “This is my family.” The Forestling looked to me quite puzzled, contemplating my words. She lifted her hand and placed it on my chest. “Fa-ma-lee” She said, smiling.
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Post by three on Aug 9, 2014 22:40:37 GMT
End date is extended to the eleventh.
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Post by rinzler on Aug 10, 2014 2:03:10 GMT
Username on CS:
Rinzler.
Identity of protagonist:
Kairi ;; The only daughter of a rich nobleman
Story:
Kairi groaned, her head was pounding and her body ached. She felt the cold hard marble against her body as she propped herself against the wall, trying to remember what happened. Nothing. All she could remember was her name. Cracking open an eye, she glanced around at her surroundings. “W-where am I?” she said to herself worriedly “H-how did I get here?”
“Well looky here~ The young mistress is awake”, called out in a high pitched mocking voice.
“Mmm yes how absolutely wonderful~”, replied a second voice.
Kairi jumped at the sudden voices with a gasp. “Wh-who’s out there?” she called out with a slight whimper in her voice, finally able to stand up. She looked around the dark and empty room, light up by a single small candle chandelier, to see no one.
“Why just us darling. No need to be afraid”, cooed out one of the voices.
“W-where are you exactly?” she questioned softly, fear still striking her heart despite the voice’s words. “Why can’t I see you?” Just after her words two shadows walked across the wall even though that was the spot where the chandelier light hit. The kiamara gasped, trembling a bit with confusion, curiosity, and fear.
“Can you see us now Kairi?” the second voice stated more than asked.
“Not sooo scary now are we?” said the first voice “Just a couple of shadows that t a l k and can s e e you perfectly”
Kairi's eyes widened as the space in front of her stretched into a long dark corridor, a small lit candle magically appearing next to her.
"Let's go for a walk shall we?",asked the two shadows in perfect sync as they glided forwards, gesturing towards the entrance of the corridor.
Kairi would've said no, but curiosity took over. Standing up and using her tail to hold the candle as she slowly walked towards the corridor with caution. Little did she know, the shadows watched her grinning slightly.
Kairi looked at the paintings that hung on the walls of the corridor with the little light she got from the candle's glow. Everything felt so so known and comforting yet looked dark and cold.
"Where are we going?" asked Kairi. Somehow in the back of her head she knew they were following close behind without needing to look behind her.
"To go look..." answered the first voice
"... and to remember" finished the second voice
Up ahead a large white door appeared on the side of the corridor, opening slightly on it's own. The kiamara nudged it open to see a little girl in a big room. Kairi from the doorway, watched as the little girl grew up into a beautiful woman. Prim and proper. Only to speak when spoken to, top notch manners, perfect posture, quiet and graceful.
"Oh look at you~" cooed the first voice "How adorable"
"Me?" whispered she whispered out.
483/1000 words
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Post by alanna123 on Aug 10, 2014 2:20:00 GMT
Username on CS:
Alanna123
Identity of protagonist:
Alexandra (Al)
Story:
You scanned your surroundings carefully, sticking low too the slippery white floors so that you weren't seen. Once again, you were at it, that one, clear container - keeping the yummy treats inside. What that were those treats exactly...?
Well...they were Tim-Tams, salted caramel ones, in fact.
"Hmm..." You grumbled softly to yourself, glancing up at the grey marble counter to see it. Within the light, the jar seemed to glow brightly, you could just make out the chocolate biscuit that were just waiting for you, beckoning you too snatch one up without your friend noticing, which, of course, you gave into.
'She's not here...good...' You thought grin going wide with slyness - you knew for a fact that this was wrong, but did you care? Nope, not once ounce of you gave anything for your actions. The only thing you wanted was the prize...
You slipped back from where you were before to drag a chair over, you dove under the table, staying still for a few moments before glancing around...
Your friend didn't seem too hear you - good, very, very good...With your head, you slowly began too push the chair so that it was close to the counter.
"Al?"
You began too freak, and you pushed the chair faster, making a horrible, loud, scratching noise against the floor! You slipped and fell over your own paws thanks too your frantic actions.
"Alexandra, What are you doing?"
'Uh oh...' You thought, scrambling so that you were back on all four paws and away with the pushing of the chair. Soon, you stopped, looking at the glistening wooden chair before jumping up onto it, and placing your fore-paws onto the counter
There it was...
So close, you were so close too getting those Tim-Tams, your mouth began too water at the thought of them - you got onto the counter and went to open the jar - but was interrupted by tapping...
"Alexandra..." Slowly, you turned, finding yourself face-to-face with your friend - her brown and blonde streaked hair placed in a low pony-tail, she had her school uniform on, consisting of shades of green...mostly. Her grey-blue eyes were staring into yours, and you instantly had one thought - run,
That is exactly what you did - well, tried too do. You raced forward, turning away from your friend, tripping over the jar of Tim-Tams and falling down to the ground with it. Soon, you were surrounded by glass shards and broken chocolate coated biscuits,
"Oh Al - what am I going to do with you?" Your friend sighed as she moved around the counter too look at the mess - pinching the bridge of her nose
"I dunno!" You grinned impishly, rolling off of your back and onto your paws, "Ow!" lifting up your paw, their was a small glass shard that had found its way embedded into your right paw,
"Bandage you up I guess," Your friend softly smiled.
"Please?" You asked, your smile fading into the pleading, puppy-dog eyes. Although you didn't get a response, you knew she would after you were picked up...
Word count: (485/1000 w)
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Post by rinzler on Aug 10, 2014 2:27:15 GMT
Question ;; Are we allowed multiple entries?
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