Quote:
I hope I did this right!
;;ouo
Eira- the winner (has mild agoraphobia)
Paris- the candy
Username: Contumelious
Which Candy: City Night Lights
Monster Background: ----
Prompt:
____Eira sat it the squealing subway car ruminating on how she came to be in her current position…
____Her therapist of four years suggested that she go out every week and go somewhere new. Motivated to change her ways to better her life and to become less of a burden to her parents, Eira decided to take up her therapist’s challenge and go somewhere new—her publisher’s office in New York City. Eira took a taxi in to the city on a Sunday, after she had completed the illustrations for The Yeti and the Princess Snow. She sat in the backseat with her legs together and hands resting lightly on the manila envelop in her lap. The classical piano music emitted from the white earbuds commanded her attention and distracted her from the confusion of a sweltering summer day in New York City.
____After arriving at her publisher’s office and delivering her pictures, Eira emerged from the large steel and glass building expecting her taxi to still be there—alas it had picked up another passenger and left Eira to fend for herself. Eira had been too nervous to call the taxi herself, her mother had done it for her. In her current situation, Eira was even more unfit to get a taxi. On the brink of a panic attack, Eira recalled her breathing exercises. Once she calmed down, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small map of the city that her mother had given her, in case of an emergency.
____Eira sighed. Once again she had to rely on her parents. Slightly downtrodden, she penned in a route on the map’s laminated surface and headed towards the heart of the city, Times Square.
____Just as she was about to go underground to the subway, Eira noticed an almost uninhabited Arcade. Strangely calmed by the Arcade’s pulsing lights, Eira mindlessly trudged toward it. Eira was an avid gamer and spent most of her time playing games online or on one of her many game consoles. She opened the door and stepped in, comforted by the dark and cool of the large room.
She headed towards the back, near the emergency exit and spied an old-fashioned game with a slick black fiberglass body. She was drawn by the yellow glow emitted by the rectangular screen and came to stand directly in front of it. Without tearing her eyes away from the glow, she reached into her pant’s pocket and pulled out a slim wallet. She retrieved two quarters and slid them one after the other in the thin opening on the lower part of the machine.
____The machine hummed and the screen’s starting image was replaced by the silhouette of a large city. The pixilated sun sunk behind the towering skyscrapers and slowly the sky turned from orange to red, to blue, to purple, and then to black. One by one the buildings lit up, small yellow rectangles in rows specked the large black buildings. Suddenly the screen zoomed in on the streets and the view paned so that Eira was looking down below at the city as if she were flying. The buildings and streets crossed and became a complex maze full of obstacles. A small white dot appeared at the bottom of the screen. Eira’s hand reached for the joystick and began pushing—left, forward, right, left, back—she avoided all of the obstacles with ease while progressing through the labyrinth-like city. The game progressively became harder, with more and more obstacles, more wrong turns and dead-ends. Soon three red dots began chasing her, the music’s tempo increased, and Eira’s knuckles turned white as she tightened her grasp on the knob.
____With a triumphant trumpet and a pleasing view of a city at sunrise, Eira escaped the maze and won the game. She smiled and released the joystick from her death grip. The machine whirred and a small round candy shot into the prize tray. Intrigued, Eira leaned over and plucked the sphere from the machine with her thumb and forefinger.
____The yellow candy seemed to scatter even the smallest amount of light that was emitted from the screens of the arcade games and soon the arcade was specked with bits of light. Eira smiled as she felt the weight and the warmth of the candy in her hand.
____Eira was violently pulled back into reality as her cell phone buzzed and rang, twittering out high notes like a robotic bird. Eira quickly put the candy into the inside pocket of her bag and pulled her black phone from her pocket. She flipped it open as she headed towards the door.
____“Yes mom, I’m ok, I’m on the way home right now. Be there in about an hour. Okay, bye.”
____On another one of her weekly excursions, Eira decided to brave the early-morning water of the community pool. She walked down the street two blocks with her towel wrapped tightly around her hips. Slung over her shoulder was her bag, containing some sunscreen and a change of clothes.
____Selecting a chair located in the shade she slipped her bag onto the white concrete, letting it fall onto its side. The candy bounced out of the bag and rolled the long distance to the pool, as if it was almost attracted to the water like a paperclip to a magnet. She ran after it and sighed when it plopped into the pool and sunk to the bottom. She swung her legs in front of her and slid into the pool, legs first. She submerged her head into the water and opened her eyes, searching for the candy. She found it, just a little further away, and began swimming towards it.
____Without warning, the ball began to release a steady stream of bubbles. The water became gradually warmer as the amount of bubbles increased and soon there was a muffled crack and a stream of light was released. When Eira opened her eyes again, a small child-like creature was standing at the bottom of the pool, looking around. When they locked eyes, he smiled, and Eira smiled back, warmth radiating from within her. She reached out for him and grasped his hand, pulling him up…
____That had been three weeks ago.
____Since then, the impish boy had been pestering her, begging her to go out into the city. He would wake her while she was sleeping, swap caps on her markers when she was coloring, and hide her phone and her wallet. Eventually she caved in, and agreed to take him out—
____“But just this once,” she said firmly.
____And so she came to be in a crowded subway, on a stained and beaten plastic seat, seated next to Paris, who seemed to be rocking with excitement.
____He shot a dazzling smile at her. “Where are we gonna go? A club? A movie? A concert? Ah! I bet we are going to a concert! I love the loud music and big crowds!”
____He leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms above him and touched the dirty window.
____He smiled again at Eira and giggled, unable to contain his excitement. Eira smile back nervously, and then looked to the ground. In fact, Eira hadn’t planned anything…she thought they might just have a short little walk.
____She groaned and placed her head in her hands. What am I going to do? I didn’t even bring that much money. Just enough to cover the subway ride and an inexpensive dinner…Well, besides the emergency card…
____Eira quickly sat up and ruffled her hair in frustration. She slid her hand over her face and closed her eyes, trying to relax. Breathing deeply, she restored her nerves and her resolve.
____The brakes of the train screamed as it came up to the plat form. The hydraulic doors sighed as they opened and the passengers began exiting in a steady stream.
____"Hooray! This is our stop,” Paris yelled, grabbing Eira’s hand and pulling her though the crowd.
____The little boy led the way though the maze-like tunnels of the subway, knowing—as if by instinct—where the surface was. When the dim lights of the tunnel ended, Eira and Paris were greeted by the hundreds of thousands of lights that made up Times Square.
____Eira and Paris both stood in awe of the sight before them, paralyzed by its beauty and magnificence. Upon recovering, Eira tugged Paris’s arm. Paris looked up at her, smiling, his face lighted by the city.
____“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Eira said, with a smile upon her lips. “I think you’re really going to like it.”
____Paris’s smile grew as Eira led him to the curb. The warmth of the youngster’s hand brought confidence to Eira, and she was able to call a cab for them. The cab scooted away from the lights of the heart of the city and made its way to New York harbor.
____Paris looked around, slightly disappointed to be away from the brightness of the shops and restaurants of Times Square. After buying two tickets from an elderly boot attendant, Eira and Paris boarded an almost empty ferry. They took their seats and the boat started up, slowly moving along the dark New York Shore.
____After rounding a dark corner, the water began to sparkle with thousands of lights. Paris gasped and leaned on the rails of the ferry, reaching towards the sparkling cityscape.
____“It's beautiful,” he exhaled, a reverent look upon his face.
____Eira grinned and joined Paris at the rail. “I knew you’d like it,” she whispered.
;;ouo
Eira- the winner (has mild agoraphobia)
Paris- the candy
Username: Contumelious
Which Candy: City Night Lights
Monster Background: ----
Prompt:
____Eira sat it the squealing subway car ruminating on how she came to be in her current position…
•••
____Her therapist of four years suggested that she go out every week and go somewhere new. Motivated to change her ways to better her life and to become less of a burden to her parents, Eira decided to take up her therapist’s challenge and go somewhere new—her publisher’s office in New York City. Eira took a taxi in to the city on a Sunday, after she had completed the illustrations for The Yeti and the Princess Snow. She sat in the backseat with her legs together and hands resting lightly on the manila envelop in her lap. The classical piano music emitted from the white earbuds commanded her attention and distracted her from the confusion of a sweltering summer day in New York City.
____After arriving at her publisher’s office and delivering her pictures, Eira emerged from the large steel and glass building expecting her taxi to still be there—alas it had picked up another passenger and left Eira to fend for herself. Eira had been too nervous to call the taxi herself, her mother had done it for her. In her current situation, Eira was even more unfit to get a taxi. On the brink of a panic attack, Eira recalled her breathing exercises. Once she calmed down, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small map of the city that her mother had given her, in case of an emergency.
____Eira sighed. Once again she had to rely on her parents. Slightly downtrodden, she penned in a route on the map’s laminated surface and headed towards the heart of the city, Times Square.
____Just as she was about to go underground to the subway, Eira noticed an almost uninhabited Arcade. Strangely calmed by the Arcade’s pulsing lights, Eira mindlessly trudged toward it. Eira was an avid gamer and spent most of her time playing games online or on one of her many game consoles. She opened the door and stepped in, comforted by the dark and cool of the large room.
She headed towards the back, near the emergency exit and spied an old-fashioned game with a slick black fiberglass body. She was drawn by the yellow glow emitted by the rectangular screen and came to stand directly in front of it. Without tearing her eyes away from the glow, she reached into her pant’s pocket and pulled out a slim wallet. She retrieved two quarters and slid them one after the other in the thin opening on the lower part of the machine.
____The machine hummed and the screen’s starting image was replaced by the silhouette of a large city. The pixilated sun sunk behind the towering skyscrapers and slowly the sky turned from orange to red, to blue, to purple, and then to black. One by one the buildings lit up, small yellow rectangles in rows specked the large black buildings. Suddenly the screen zoomed in on the streets and the view paned so that Eira was looking down below at the city as if she were flying. The buildings and streets crossed and became a complex maze full of obstacles. A small white dot appeared at the bottom of the screen. Eira’s hand reached for the joystick and began pushing—left, forward, right, left, back—she avoided all of the obstacles with ease while progressing through the labyrinth-like city. The game progressively became harder, with more and more obstacles, more wrong turns and dead-ends. Soon three red dots began chasing her, the music’s tempo increased, and Eira’s knuckles turned white as she tightened her grasp on the knob.
____With a triumphant trumpet and a pleasing view of a city at sunrise, Eira escaped the maze and won the game. She smiled and released the joystick from her death grip. The machine whirred and a small round candy shot into the prize tray. Intrigued, Eira leaned over and plucked the sphere from the machine with her thumb and forefinger.
____The yellow candy seemed to scatter even the smallest amount of light that was emitted from the screens of the arcade games and soon the arcade was specked with bits of light. Eira smiled as she felt the weight and the warmth of the candy in her hand.
____Eira was violently pulled back into reality as her cell phone buzzed and rang, twittering out high notes like a robotic bird. Eira quickly put the candy into the inside pocket of her bag and pulled her black phone from her pocket. She flipped it open as she headed towards the door.
____“Yes mom, I’m ok, I’m on the way home right now. Be there in about an hour. Okay, bye.”
•••
____On another one of her weekly excursions, Eira decided to brave the early-morning water of the community pool. She walked down the street two blocks with her towel wrapped tightly around her hips. Slung over her shoulder was her bag, containing some sunscreen and a change of clothes.
____Selecting a chair located in the shade she slipped her bag onto the white concrete, letting it fall onto its side. The candy bounced out of the bag and rolled the long distance to the pool, as if it was almost attracted to the water like a paperclip to a magnet. She ran after it and sighed when it plopped into the pool and sunk to the bottom. She swung her legs in front of her and slid into the pool, legs first. She submerged her head into the water and opened her eyes, searching for the candy. She found it, just a little further away, and began swimming towards it.
____Without warning, the ball began to release a steady stream of bubbles. The water became gradually warmer as the amount of bubbles increased and soon there was a muffled crack and a stream of light was released. When Eira opened her eyes again, a small child-like creature was standing at the bottom of the pool, looking around. When they locked eyes, he smiled, and Eira smiled back, warmth radiating from within her. She reached out for him and grasped his hand, pulling him up…
•••
____That had been three weeks ago.
____Since then, the impish boy had been pestering her, begging her to go out into the city. He would wake her while she was sleeping, swap caps on her markers when she was coloring, and hide her phone and her wallet. Eventually she caved in, and agreed to take him out—
____“But just this once,” she said firmly.
____And so she came to be in a crowded subway, on a stained and beaten plastic seat, seated next to Paris, who seemed to be rocking with excitement.
____He shot a dazzling smile at her. “Where are we gonna go? A club? A movie? A concert? Ah! I bet we are going to a concert! I love the loud music and big crowds!”
____He leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms above him and touched the dirty window.
____He smiled again at Eira and giggled, unable to contain his excitement. Eira smile back nervously, and then looked to the ground. In fact, Eira hadn’t planned anything…she thought they might just have a short little walk.
____She groaned and placed her head in her hands. What am I going to do? I didn’t even bring that much money. Just enough to cover the subway ride and an inexpensive dinner…Well, besides the emergency card…
____Eira quickly sat up and ruffled her hair in frustration. She slid her hand over her face and closed her eyes, trying to relax. Breathing deeply, she restored her nerves and her resolve.
____The brakes of the train screamed as it came up to the plat form. The hydraulic doors sighed as they opened and the passengers began exiting in a steady stream.
____"Hooray! This is our stop,” Paris yelled, grabbing Eira’s hand and pulling her though the crowd.
____The little boy led the way though the maze-like tunnels of the subway, knowing—as if by instinct—where the surface was. When the dim lights of the tunnel ended, Eira and Paris were greeted by the hundreds of thousands of lights that made up Times Square.
____Eira and Paris both stood in awe of the sight before them, paralyzed by its beauty and magnificence. Upon recovering, Eira tugged Paris’s arm. Paris looked up at her, smiling, his face lighted by the city.
____“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Eira said, with a smile upon her lips. “I think you’re really going to like it.”
____Paris’s smile grew as Eira led him to the curb. The warmth of the youngster’s hand brought confidence to Eira, and she was able to call a cab for them. The cab scooted away from the lights of the heart of the city and made its way to New York harbor.
____Paris looked around, slightly disappointed to be away from the brightness of the shops and restaurants of Times Square. After buying two tickets from an elderly boot attendant, Eira and Paris boarded an almost empty ferry. They took their seats and the boat started up, slowly moving along the dark New York Shore.
____After rounding a dark corner, the water began to sparkle with thousands of lights. Paris gasped and leaned on the rails of the ferry, reaching towards the sparkling cityscape.
____“It's beautiful,” he exhaled, a reverent look upon his face.
____Eira grinned and joined Paris at the rail. “I knew you’d like it,” she whispered.
Quote:
Username: iStoleYurVamps
Which Candy: yakuza boss
Monster Background: Once the little guy he grew up wanting to become the best. When honest life proved to be a hard life he took the easier road. The tought road. The road paved in blood and honor. His home was a wreck and he thought himself better, knew he was better and with ruthlessness, and a firm hold on what he held to in his heart, he got it. Tradition with a twist…of a blade. But like any past from nothingness, he wanted to beef up his image, make himself a force to be feared and worshiped. He didn’t want any of it, he didn’t want that past for himself so he cast his past aside, remaking it, and no one could tell him otherwise. Ask him and he’d tell you a dozen stories…only to ask why you wanted to know. His past is a dead thing to him. He is the boss now. Or rather was the boss. It’s no matter. He didn’t it once and he can do it again. Just give him a little…time is all.
Prompt: It is like a backseat driver, or that annoying guy who tries to sound like a know it all but doesn’t know it all. It sounds like him. He came out and started to make demands, started to bark orders and it was just like having a baby. A baby with a vocabulary, bad attitude and the ability to drive everyone insane. The first day was the worst. He just narrowed his eyes at me, and glared, as if I had done something wrong! Because you know, offering to help him was a totally d**k move on my part. His legs folder, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. Total. Douche. A tiny douche. A tiny know it all douche. Taking him in was pretty much a bad idea in all retro spect but I could just abandon him. I did discover very quickly as we left, cars? ******** cars. The ‘boss’ was convinced they were demons out devour us. End result was walking home. The subway? Demons. Bikes? He was enchanted. Still is. Ended up getting him one. A Barbie kid’s tricycle. His reaction was hilarious. At first he thought it was a joke. Stormed off in a fit when he realized I was serious. Because I was. It was a garage sale bike. It was…touching when he he did go out and try it.
For the most part he’s leery as ******** about everything. I guess he understands he has to deal with it, and make due but he’s at least trying. Sometimes when we talk I admit, the way he talk about life kinda of freaks me out. He’s a user. A guy who used to lord over the lives of others. I mean s**t, he said he’s killed bitches and I believe him. On the other hand..he speaks of his home, the way things were in this..distant sense. He misses it and I kind of feel for him. s**t must suck to go from the king to a kid. Life is slowly getting into this sort of normal understanding with him. He’s made it clear, he knows I have power but he is his own dude. He wants to be at least. But he sticks around. He helps out when he thinks I’m not looking. Under his harsh gruff mask he’s got some honor in him, some twisted honor but it’s still there. He’s holding to it and in the end of the day..I think that is what keeps him going.
Which Candy: yakuza boss
Monster Background: Once the little guy he grew up wanting to become the best. When honest life proved to be a hard life he took the easier road. The tought road. The road paved in blood and honor. His home was a wreck and he thought himself better, knew he was better and with ruthlessness, and a firm hold on what he held to in his heart, he got it. Tradition with a twist…of a blade. But like any past from nothingness, he wanted to beef up his image, make himself a force to be feared and worshiped. He didn’t want any of it, he didn’t want that past for himself so he cast his past aside, remaking it, and no one could tell him otherwise. Ask him and he’d tell you a dozen stories…only to ask why you wanted to know. His past is a dead thing to him. He is the boss now. Or rather was the boss. It’s no matter. He didn’t it once and he can do it again. Just give him a little…time is all.
Prompt: It is like a backseat driver, or that annoying guy who tries to sound like a know it all but doesn’t know it all. It sounds like him. He came out and started to make demands, started to bark orders and it was just like having a baby. A baby with a vocabulary, bad attitude and the ability to drive everyone insane. The first day was the worst. He just narrowed his eyes at me, and glared, as if I had done something wrong! Because you know, offering to help him was a totally d**k move on my part. His legs folder, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. Total. Douche. A tiny douche. A tiny know it all douche. Taking him in was pretty much a bad idea in all retro spect but I could just abandon him. I did discover very quickly as we left, cars? ******** cars. The ‘boss’ was convinced they were demons out devour us. End result was walking home. The subway? Demons. Bikes? He was enchanted. Still is. Ended up getting him one. A Barbie kid’s tricycle. His reaction was hilarious. At first he thought it was a joke. Stormed off in a fit when he realized I was serious. Because I was. It was a garage sale bike. It was…touching when he he did go out and try it.
For the most part he’s leery as ******** about everything. I guess he understands he has to deal with it, and make due but he’s at least trying. Sometimes when we talk I admit, the way he talk about life kinda of freaks me out. He’s a user. A guy who used to lord over the lives of others. I mean s**t, he said he’s killed bitches and I believe him. On the other hand..he speaks of his home, the way things were in this..distant sense. He misses it and I kind of feel for him. s**t must suck to go from the king to a kid. Life is slowly getting into this sort of normal understanding with him. He’s made it clear, he knows I have power but he is his own dude. He wants to be at least. But he sticks around. He helps out when he thinks I’m not looking. Under his harsh gruff mask he’s got some honor in him, some twisted honor but it’s still there. He’s holding to it and in the end of the day..I think that is what keeps him going.
