Here you can interact with my character's in whatever way you please. If you want me to do the intro, than that's a-okay :3 Or you can do it~ Whichever you want. Click on the little circles to see that particular deer's bio. Though some of them still lack bios to speak of...
Peony (Deer only + Duel shared with thecapturedplanet) o
Nivea (Deer only) o
Sebastian o
Olay o
Aveeno o
Crystal (L'oreal) o
Turkey o
Debit and Credit
Malware (NOTE: Malware, while being a deer, will only interact with humans)
Irene Whittington (Human only)
Nippers Bartleby (Human only) o
GumStick/Carbunkle Warthom o
Demyx o
Italy o
Dante Alighieri (Deer only) o
"Hmm, No." She simply
"Hmm, No." She simply replied, her lips pursed. She kept watching him, eyes never wavering.
"Want me to leave? Alright. Get up and force me," The doe challenged, widening her eyes, a rare occurrence since she'd keep them so narrowed.
"But I'm curious. And I like to assist others when they are down, believe it or not. I know you hate females. I smell it." She paused.
"Maybe someday I could be an exception, heh. So, would you rather sulk and hate the world, or do you want to tell what's really on your mind? Holding things in is unwise,"
Her persistence is something close to unmatched, especially when the one she's harassing seems to be full of denial.
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Faunet~ "I usually don't
"I usually don't wear shoes when I'm home anyway." he chuckled. "It's quite rare that I have to break a new pair in." he looked at this watch, it was getting rather late. He hadn't felt pain for a while now. He could probably stand.
Hallows~
Pfft, I thought that was it x3. Pick which is nicer to you if you would still like to do it. =P I don't mind.
Feeling better sh inquired
Here is fine. C: You wanna
You wanna start?
Forsaken~ (You dirty page
Jergens knew when he had beaten. Why the Hell did he have to lose to her, of all people? He tilted his head, and sighed.
"Sit down and shut up." he commanded, tapping a red hoof to the ground in front of him. "You're right. Women. I hate em'. Call me a sexist pig, but they just scare the shit out of me." A cool breeze swept by, ruffling his curly red locks of fur.
"I don't hate the world. I just hate the people that live there." he eyed the doe suspiciously, roughly pawing his hoof at the soil beneth him.
Faunet~
"Yes indeed..." he mumbled. "I should... probably get home now..." he stood up, slowly to get his bearings. Ge didn't feel dizzy. A good sign.
Hallows~
Hm, would you mind starting? ^^; Sorry... My brain is just fryed right now
She smiled as she stood up
IN SOVIENT RUSSIA, FOFO
IN SOVIENT RUSSIA, FOFO STEALZ YOUR PAGES
hmm.
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"I am sitting, Jergens," She replied flatly, tapping the ground with a sharp hoof.
Frustration crossed her face for a moment or two, but the female quickly regained herself.
(lol she actually was sitting. x3 Put that a few posts ago)
"Scare you? Mn, did you get fangirl'd or something?" The doe was only trying to pick at his strings again. Upon his last words, she thought something else.
"Has someone said something cruel to you? Have you been bullied?"
Sure, sure. I feel your pain.
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A young man sits behind the counter of a small comic shop. His hand absentmindedly strokes small cat sitting on the counter, as he gazes around at the lifeless store. There hasn't been any customers for days, and at first it worried him, but now, he was just plain bored.
He slumps back in his chair before closing his eyes, his ears still trained for the telltale ring of the bell by the door.
AUGH GOD I MISSPELLED SOVIET*
MUHAHAHA /blocks you from
CURSE YOU HALLOWS TO THE
TO THE DEATHLY HALLOWS WITH YOU
NUUUUUUUUUUU /dramatic fall
/dramatic fall into the abyss
CRAP I JUST REALIZED YOU KEPT ME FROM ADDING AN "A" TO A SENTENCE
WRYYYY
Fofo~ (STFU I'm really burned
Guhh... Tired. I'm gonna go sleep, guys. I'll reply Asap in the mornin' -3-
EDIT: STOP SPAMMIN MAH BLOG, YO D< fdjhdvhhf... jk, I don't care 9-9
M'kay.
Sleep tight. /patpat
Never~
Okay guyz, I feel coherent
Fofo~
"Oh..." he could have sworn she was standing just a moment ago... Ah well, it had been a long day anyway. He shook it off, concentrating on her question.
"I was a human once. Then again, that seems pretty common round' here." he mused to himself, think of all the other deer that he had met as humans once before. "Women... are manipulative..." he said lamely. The better reason would probably have been the side-effects that went along with living on the street, but there was no way in bloody hell that he was going to admit that to this bitch.
"Have I been bullied?" his grin reached ear to ear now, glued to his face. "More than you can imagine. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally." he drew out each word, a feeble attempt to indimidate her. It was all he could do, really.
Faunet~
He swayed back and forth on his feet, as if testing himself out. "Yes. I think I feel a little better now." he smiled. "If it's all right with you, I think I'll go home now while I still can." he looked at the ground, feeling rather awkward. "Will I see you again?" he asked softly.
Hallows~ (Hurr... Who should I pick? This seems like a perfect job for Jergens :3)
Down the street from the comic shop, a man was running. Tattered clothing flapped wildly in the breeze as he sprinted down the road, his prize bouncing up and down in his pocket.
"Stop! theif!" So many people... their cries for arrest were fading now, but he still needed to find a good hiding spot. He scanned the windows of shops as he ran past them, noting how many people were inside when he came to our firstly established comic shop. Without even thinking, he trust open the door and flung himself out of view, gasping for breath.
He stuffed his bony hand into his coat pocket, pulling out a rather thin wallet. Damn... He was hoping it would be a good one... He found himself looking over and meeting the man at the counter eye to eye. He grinned.
"Uh... heh heh... Hi." he waved a hand.
She smiled gentle it's a
Faunet~ "If my health
"If my health improves, I promise that I'll come and see you in a show." he grinned, holding out his hand. "It was... nice talking to you." he stumbled over his words. "I'm glad I met someone new."
She dipped her head nice to
Faunet~ Bartleby saw
Bartleby saw nothing wrong. He just smiled all the way. To a normal, well-rounded person, it was obvious that her body language was indicating that she was worried. The way her shoulders were set... her stiffening body. But to Bartleby, a person who had sheltered most of his life and only really knew four people, he saw nothing wrong.
"Yes, I guess I'll see you then." and with that he turned and starting walking toward home, happy that he had made a new friend
(LAME ending xD Sorry, but Bartleby is just like that)
Hmm was all she said before
"Hmm...I see," She whispered,
"I certainly can relate to bullying...My looks are enough to have others out on witch hunts to kill me. Too bad when I die, I don't stay dead."
Jorogumo had mobs after her on more than one occasion. Most of the time, she had done nothing wrong. As for dying, she would simply return. She never understood why...
"Mentally for me as well, though the physical abuse is much more noticeable,"
She motioned to her face and neck, small strips of fur missing and scars, seemingly claw marks, were visible.
"It's what one must go through...when they are simply too different. Sometimes I despise the norm,"
(I feel like I'm gonna faint if I don't go to sleep |D be back later <3)
Fofo~ (Go do that xD
He was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable around her. What was she, anyway? A monster? He decided not to press further, bucause quite frankly, he didn't want to know.
Jergens did, however, hate it when people moped about their lives to him. It was just something that royally pissed him off.
He found himself nodding at her last comment. "I guess you get it there. When I was human, I was killed just for being different in the first place. That's how I came here." he found that the words were coming before he even thought of him. Memories that had been previously bottled up were released. As much as he disliked this... thing... it still felt good to talk about it.
Finn found himself staring
"Hello...?" He said uncertainly.
Suddenly, the realization of someone in his store hit him. A potential customer. In one swift movement, the young man slid himself over the counter, and landed with a thud in front of his guest. A very agitated feline was left behind, probably still wondering what the hell had just happened.
"Welcome to my humble establishment! I'm Finnegan De Lazzaro, but please, call me Finn." He said excitedly, thrusting a hand out at his guest.
Hallows~ (Oh sweet God, I
How long had it been since Jergens had actually shaken hands with someone? Way too long. He wondered why this guy didn't just throw his ass on outside. Perhaps his luck was finally beginning to turn over for once...
"Uhm... Jergens. Just Jergens." he held out a thin arm and reluctantly shook the other's hand. He hesitantly looked outside. No one there. Good.
This guy, Finn, was he? How strange... Most really would have either called the police or ordered him out.... Maybe he was one of those kind-hearted souls.
Or maybe he was just an idiot. Jergens could certainly relate to that.
(Pffft hahaha. xD) "Jergens,
"Jergens, huh? Thats' a strange name, but I feel like I've heard it before...Hmmm..." He tapped his chin, apparently deep (but not too deep) in thought.
Obviously, Finn had already forgotten his shopping trip last week, where he had bought a few bottles of the lotion of the same name.
Apparently, the young man's train of thought crashed, and he began wildly gesturing to the store around them.
"Feel free to make yourself at home... There are chairs in the corner over there, and some old comic books, if you'd like something to read..." He said, attempting to make Jergens feel comfortable. Believe it or not, he had noticed the man's nervous behavior, and wondered if it was his fault. Finn certainly could be a little over-bearing at times.
Hallows~ (Oh, you did NOT
He raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do so many people tell me that?" he mused to himself. He then remembered that one of his lovers had once told him about it. Hm, no wonder he had pushed it out of his mind.
He flinched at little at the man's offer. He hadn't really looked at what the shop was actually selling when he had come in, but now that he knew it was books... Well he was just a little more than uncomfortable.
That is, of course, because Jergens couldn't read. He had been pulled out of school after several failed attempts to teach him how. It was embarassing... And he always tried to find ways to hide it (specially' around men).
"Um, thanks. But... I have no money." he said awkwardly. Well, that was partly true. The little money that was in that wallet was reserved for food. And food only.
(oh yes I did
"Hmm... I dunno... If only I could remember..." He said thoughtfully.
He cocked an eyebrow at the man's statement, but quickly brushed it off as he remembered the thin wallet in Jergens' hands earlier. But, one thing did bug him...
"Hmmm, if you don't have any money, then why'd you come in here?" He pried, not noticing how rude the statement was.
Finn realized he shouldn't be questioning the man's sudden appearance, seeing as how he desperately wished for human interaction. He hadn't seen another person in God knows how long. The only company he'd had over that time was his three cats, and even they were beginning to tire of him. He quickly wished he could retract his last statement.
Hallows~ Another eyebrow
Another eyebrow raise. Um... could this guy not see him? Was he blind? Despite the fact that Jergens' clothes were literally almost falling off of him, it was plain to see that he was not only dangerously underweight, but unhealthy as well. He decided to wing it. Why not?
"Because..." Because why? I stole something so please call the police? No... He couldn't do that.... Plan B... Plan B...
"Because I was curious." he grinned, a large, almost unnerving grin that reached ear to ear. He could worm his way out of this, he had been through worse.
He looked over the man's shoulder and noticed the cat sitting on the counter. He liked cats. "Here kitty kitty..." he bent down and held his hand out, rubbing his fingers together and clicking his tongue, coaxing the cat over.
"Oh. I, uh, guess that makes
Of course you idiot, haven't you ever gone in a store to just LOOK? He mentally scolded himself.
Finn noticed Jergens trying to coax over his cat sitting on the counter, and a worried look immediately crossed his face.
"Uhhh, you might want to be careful there, that's Mr. Nubbs, he's pretty mean, and he doesn't really-"
He was interrupted as the brown and white cat leapt off the counter, his short little nub of a tail held high. Nubbs sauntered over to Jergens and immediatly headbutted the man's hand, purring loudly.
"-like people..." He finished, glaring at the cat.
"Goddamn cat always bites and scratches me."
Kylar snorted when he heard
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Hallows~ (pwn3d) If Jergens'
If Jergens' grin could have gotten any wider, it would have went off his own face. He lightly pet the feline, enjoying the feel of his fur. He wished he could have a cat. "Cute little bastard ya got here." he chuckled, scratching him behind the ears. "Ya know what they say. Ya don't own the cat. The cat owns you." he found himself easing up a bit. It seemed obvious that this kid didn't have much in the brains department either.
A devilish light sparked in his eyes when he saw the man flush. "Hmm... Ya seem... flustered? Is that the word?" he mused to himself. Why not? He could have a bit of fun while he was here.
Mick~ (You sneaky ninja...)
Bartleby stared at Kylar with a new admiration. The fear left, and he saw something quite interesting in his new companion. "I had no idea... It's times like these that I really wish I could travel..." he mumbled sadly. Yes, seeing the world, a dream that he had always had, that would never be furfilled because of his illness.
He smiled, trying to cheer himself up. "The accent... It's so..." how to describe it? "...Musical, like it has it's own beat to it. If only everyone in the world could talk like that..." he was trailing off again.
Kylar felt quite flattered,
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"Yeah, he's a bastard
"F-flustered? Me? I have no idea what you're talking about, it's just a little warm in here, t-that's all." He said, his face growing even more red. First the cat, and now this? He was making a damn fool of himself.
Mick~ (Ooh... ) Bartleby
Bartleby knew that he was just trying to cheer him up. He was used to it. So many people flooding pity on him, all in good intentions. If only they knew that it just seemed to hurt him more...
"Well... Not really... You're just one piece of culture." he smiled, his voice taking on a more dreamy tone. "Are you a tourist? Traveling around?" He had seen many tourists wandering around earlier. Perhaps it was a travelling season...
"Wanderer, really. I simply
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Hallows~ Jergens chuckled a
Jergens chuckled a little. As much as he wanted to flirt, as tempting as it was, he knew that it probably wasn't the best plan. This guy wasn't even his type to begin with. He had never really been into the whole 'silly moron' idea. You just made yourself out to be a complete idiot.
"If you say so." he dropped it there, much as it pissed him off. "Do you think I'm dangerous? Is that it? Because I'm so obviously not." he stood and pulled up one of sleeves, showing one his arms. The skin perfectly outlined his bone. "See? Couldn't throw a punch if I wanted to." he grinned.
Mick~ (Omg... you did it again x-x)
Bartleby put a finger to his lip. "You're in love with this 'him', right?" he asked bluntly. He had always been a rather blunt person.
"It's all right... I know how you feel..." he almost whispered.
(Sorry, short. Getting dindins...)
Gingernuuuu- (Ack, I'm so
(Ack, I'm so slow to respond.)
"Mm. Different strikes fear...brought by utter ignorance and hate. Feeble humans," The doe did not know much of them, other than they were incredibly easy to lure. To eat of course...
"When creatures, formerly human, reach this place, I can't help but think how. It's like this is the second stage to going to what some fools call 'heaven'"
Jorogumo's beliefs in the afterlife were dull, bland. Nor did she worship any deity for that matter. What lies after death meant nothing to her, since she'd only return anew and unscathed.
"Is this place any better than your previous home, Jergens?"
"N-no, that's not it, not at
He looks at Jergens' thin arm, and his face once again contorts with worry.
"Jeez man, when's the last time you ate? You're just skin and bones, aren't you hungry at all?" He asks, concern laced in his voice.
"Yes...I am...though he
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Fofo~ (Hur... it's alright :
His home. The irony of that statement made him flip back his head and laugh, a terrible, awful laugh. "Home... I've never had a 'home' in my life." he giggled. Well... He did for about three months with Bartleby, but that was right before he died.
"Heaven. I've always wondered what that was. I've heard people talk about it, but no one cared to ever explain it to me." he raised his head and snuffed the air, wondering if Rosine was around. He felt awkward enough already...
Hallowssss~
More than you can effing imagine, man he thought to himself. It had been about a week, actually. "I'm not anorexic. If yer wonderin' that." he grinned.
"Ya see, I haven't had a home for almost as long as I can remember. Parents kicked me out." he left out the reason why. Finn could fill in the space for himself, and if not. He would gladly tell him.
Still, this guy seemed to sympathize with him. He knew how to manipulate them, and he was already starving for food to begin with.
After all, Jergens always knew how to get what he wanted.
Mick~
Bartleby thought for a moment. Could he trust him? Well... he didn't have much longer to begin with, why not?
"I do." he said simply, looking over and smiling at him. "I think everyone does, eventually in their lives." he noted how... sad the other seemed.
"Would you like to talk about it? I find that I always feel a bit better when I talk about such things."
(Don't mind Joro not
(Don't mind Joro not responding in-game. She's traumatized at the moment)
"I am sorry to hear that. Well, I hope this forest will become something of a home to you then"
The doe muttered. She knew what feeling homeless was like.
The cold sensation would frequently return, even in the forest of so many allies and comfort.
"I don't know much about how some manage to get her. Or that heaven place either,"
Jorogumo didn't really want to know all too much, but it'd catch her interest time to time.
"I think I...would like that
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Fofo~ (Yeah, sorry he was
He stiffened. "I hate this place..." he whispered. There was no way it would become 'home'. "I would give anything to be a human again."
He thought for several moments, closing his eyes as if in deep meditation. "Why is there more than one?" he asked to more to himself. "How do we know if this is heaven or not?"
Mick~
He thought for a moment. "Just... Talk." he said finally. "I give you my word that I wouldn't speak of anything you said." he quickly added.
"It may seem... difficult to go about talking about it. I know the feeling. But once you start, it's easy to keep going." he slowly, very reluctantly placed an ashen grey hand on Kylar's knee.
"I'm all ears." he smiled reassuringly.
"My best and for a long time
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Fofo~ H'okay x3 Mick~
Mick~ (Random changing font colors? What's that? xD Gosh, I suck)
Bartleby stiffened at this. Yes... it was so similar to his situation with Jergens, only completely opposite. He shook his head, this boy's matters were more important than his right now anyway.
"Perhaps he isn't all that keen on the idea of a romantic relationship with a member of the same sex..." he said quietly. "I don't know myself. How could I? Although..." he smiled.
"You need to be grateful that he at least cares for you as a friend. All friends are precious." Bartleby had so few friends himself, and he cherished them all.
"Naturally I cherish whatever
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Mick~ Bartleby didn't quite
Bartleby didn't quite understand him. Wasn't friendship enough? He had felt love, yes, and still did, but he had always repressed it, thinking it evil.
"Is that why you wonder?" he suddenly asked. "You're looking for someone?" In a way, he could relate to him.
The scotsman considered his
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I'll stop now