Post by Leta on Aug 26, 2011 2:21:06 GMT -8
NPC: Emma Paisley
Emma leaned against the fence of her house, smoking a cigarette. There was nobody on the street before her. Good. People made her stomach churn. She took another drag of her cigarette, and turned around leaning her back against the fence. She leaned her head back, and released the smoke into the air.
It was a little earlier than noon, and already pretty hot. She was dressed in black shorts, a studded belt, and a black tank top. She decided to sport her black eye patch, today.
She heard footsteps to the right of her, coming down the sidewalk. They sounded clunky and obnoxious. She slowly turned her head, and saw him in her peripheral. The poor fellow was extremely disproportionate. His arms dangled a bit past his knees, and his hands were huge. He was pretty skinny... Weak. She turned around to view him head on. His sandy, unkempt hair bounced as he walked. He had a very goofy walk, swinging his arms as he went. He was far too happy. His smiled stretched wide across his face, exposing a missing tooth. He clearly had a good day going for him.
Emma hated that.
She waited until he was about to cross her path until doing something about it. She would try using words first. Start him off easy.
"Hey, I'm a human being. What are you?"
"You're funny. I'm human, too!" he said with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah. I guess people like you just aren't worth paying attention to." She replied. She looked him dead in the eye this time, making it clear she wasn't kidding.
"Well, actually, I go to a school. It's not far from here! And people do pay attention to me!" His grin widened even further. "Wanna be friends?" He asked eagerly.
Now she was annoyed. Friends. Pfft. She almost puked at the word. She hopped over the fence, and landed in front of him. "Listen, are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today?" She said condescendingly. If he answered another rhetorical question, her head would probably blow up. She narrowed her eye at him and leaned toward his face. To any normal person, this would be incredibly intimidating. She should have learned by now that this city lacked normal people.
"Hey, cool eye patch," he said, pointing to her face. This kid had something wrong with him. If natural selection wouldn't take him out, she would. "Since we're friends now, can I see underneath it?"
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Fuck this shit. She leaned away from him, and swung her fist forward into a right hook into his left eye. He let out an uneven yelp.
"What did you do that for??" He looked up at her with a dramatized expression of despair. Emma kneeled down nest to his body, and spoke quietly.
"Because you are a worthless shit that should have been prevented with birth control." She got up, and walked through her gate and up to the house, as if she were the most civil person to ever be birthed into the world. She looked up in time to see her house mate, Leta, leaning against the front porch post.
"You're the shit." She said to Emma, while walking past her.
"Why, ever would you say that? Such cruel words." She replied offhandedly while walking through the front door. She would seclude herself to her room, listening to various violin concertos.
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Leta was sitting in her room, drawing. Though she was blind, she had an extraordinary talent for memorizing the way things felt, then putting them down on paper. It could easily be compared to a photographic memory. From what people around her had told her, the drawings were exquisite. She had most all of them tacked up on her wall. She couldn't see them, but it felt good knowing that she made them. The piece she was working on was in the stages of early development, and even she didn't know who it was yet. She was improvising. So far, they had a strong jaw-line, and the slightest bit of stubble. She was interrupted by a strange sounding screech coming from the front yard. She got up from her work, and left for the front door.
Emma was talking down on a boy. His voice sounded familiar. Ah yes. Sebastian. One of the people she'd met on her first day of school. Whatever she'd done to him, it couldn't have been good. Leta countered the comment from her for him, and walked past her and out the gate.
"Are you okay?" she held out a hand to the boy.
Emma leaned against the fence of her house, smoking a cigarette. There was nobody on the street before her. Good. People made her stomach churn. She took another drag of her cigarette, and turned around leaning her back against the fence. She leaned her head back, and released the smoke into the air.
It was a little earlier than noon, and already pretty hot. She was dressed in black shorts, a studded belt, and a black tank top. She decided to sport her black eye patch, today.
She heard footsteps to the right of her, coming down the sidewalk. They sounded clunky and obnoxious. She slowly turned her head, and saw him in her peripheral. The poor fellow was extremely disproportionate. His arms dangled a bit past his knees, and his hands were huge. He was pretty skinny... Weak. She turned around to view him head on. His sandy, unkempt hair bounced as he walked. He had a very goofy walk, swinging his arms as he went. He was far too happy. His smiled stretched wide across his face, exposing a missing tooth. He clearly had a good day going for him.
Emma hated that.
She waited until he was about to cross her path until doing something about it. She would try using words first. Start him off easy.
"Hey, I'm a human being. What are you?"
"You're funny. I'm human, too!" he said with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah. I guess people like you just aren't worth paying attention to." She replied. She looked him dead in the eye this time, making it clear she wasn't kidding.
"Well, actually, I go to a school. It's not far from here! And people do pay attention to me!" His grin widened even further. "Wanna be friends?" He asked eagerly.
Now she was annoyed. Friends. Pfft. She almost puked at the word. She hopped over the fence, and landed in front of him. "Listen, are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today?" She said condescendingly. If he answered another rhetorical question, her head would probably blow up. She narrowed her eye at him and leaned toward his face. To any normal person, this would be incredibly intimidating. She should have learned by now that this city lacked normal people.
"Hey, cool eye patch," he said, pointing to her face. This kid had something wrong with him. If natural selection wouldn't take him out, she would. "Since we're friends now, can I see underneath it?"
.................
.............................
Fuck this shit. She leaned away from him, and swung her fist forward into a right hook into his left eye. He let out an uneven yelp.
"What did you do that for??" He looked up at her with a dramatized expression of despair. Emma kneeled down nest to his body, and spoke quietly.
"Because you are a worthless shit that should have been prevented with birth control." She got up, and walked through her gate and up to the house, as if she were the most civil person to ever be birthed into the world. She looked up in time to see her house mate, Leta, leaning against the front porch post.
"You're the shit." She said to Emma, while walking past her.
"Why, ever would you say that? Such cruel words." She replied offhandedly while walking through the front door. She would seclude herself to her room, listening to various violin concertos.
-------------------------------------------------------LETA--------------------------------------------------------------
Leta was sitting in her room, drawing. Though she was blind, she had an extraordinary talent for memorizing the way things felt, then putting them down on paper. It could easily be compared to a photographic memory. From what people around her had told her, the drawings were exquisite. She had most all of them tacked up on her wall. She couldn't see them, but it felt good knowing that she made them. The piece she was working on was in the stages of early development, and even she didn't know who it was yet. She was improvising. So far, they had a strong jaw-line, and the slightest bit of stubble. She was interrupted by a strange sounding screech coming from the front yard. She got up from her work, and left for the front door.
Emma was talking down on a boy. His voice sounded familiar. Ah yes. Sebastian. One of the people she'd met on her first day of school. Whatever she'd done to him, it couldn't have been good. Leta countered the comment from her for him, and walked past her and out the gate.
"Are you okay?" she held out a hand to the boy.
