Post by Neki on Jan 25, 2010 18:26:47 GMT -5
Ok, so I submitted a new character named Shinrah Marr. I am writing some of her story because she is completely awesome and stuff. This is just little bits and pieces of herlife.. Anyway, so ya. here we go.
[glow=red,2,300]
The Jar[/glow]
Shinrah moved silently through the house. She knew the Warden was in the other room, and she didn't want to get caught. The kictchen was just a little further, the large door the only obstacle. She pushed the heavy door forward, oiled hinges gliding silently. She smiled to herself. It would be an easy steal today.
Shinrah silently moved forward intot he blue colored kitchen. It was large, with a table big enough for all fourteen of the kids to sit at. The older kids ate in different parts of the house, but the fourteen young ones all sat here. She was the oldest of them. Taking a chair, Shinrah slid it to the cubboards. She knew there was a jar up there with money in it. She was going to take that money. She was a crafty nine year old, getting into trouble. The other day she had duct taped one of the other boys to a chair and left him in the rain. Concentrate on the task at hand She told herself. She reached upward and grasped the jer. It was smooth, about the size of a jar of peanut butter. She smiled an evil smile and put the chair back.
" What are you doing Shinrah?" The girl turned to see the warden facing her. Two of the others stood behind him. She cursed them silently, and hid the jar behind her back.
" Absolutely nothing at the moment. Just sitting in the sun." It would have been a convincing lie if the Warden had not seen her move the chair, or seen the jar of money in her hands.
" Oh Shinrah. I thought you could change. I see I was misguided." The warden shook his head. He put his hand out for the jar. Shinrah handed it over with a sour face, green grey eyes boring into the two standing near the door.
" Leave Shinrah. Don't come back. I don't care how old you are. Just go. You'll be able to survive out there." The warden moved away into the other room, leaving the wooden door swinging on its hinges. Shinrah let out a frustrated grumble.
She went to her bed and grabbed the few things she would need. The money she had hidden, the knife she had stolen from the bazaar. She moved silently through the house and outside. Thre were a milluion oppurtunities out here, and she would take advantage of every one of them. They would regret this.
[glow=red,2,300]
The Jar[/glow]
Shinrah moved silently through the house. She knew the Warden was in the other room, and she didn't want to get caught. The kictchen was just a little further, the large door the only obstacle. She pushed the heavy door forward, oiled hinges gliding silently. She smiled to herself. It would be an easy steal today.
Shinrah silently moved forward intot he blue colored kitchen. It was large, with a table big enough for all fourteen of the kids to sit at. The older kids ate in different parts of the house, but the fourteen young ones all sat here. She was the oldest of them. Taking a chair, Shinrah slid it to the cubboards. She knew there was a jar up there with money in it. She was going to take that money. She was a crafty nine year old, getting into trouble. The other day she had duct taped one of the other boys to a chair and left him in the rain. Concentrate on the task at hand She told herself. She reached upward and grasped the jer. It was smooth, about the size of a jar of peanut butter. She smiled an evil smile and put the chair back.
" What are you doing Shinrah?" The girl turned to see the warden facing her. Two of the others stood behind him. She cursed them silently, and hid the jar behind her back.
" Absolutely nothing at the moment. Just sitting in the sun." It would have been a convincing lie if the Warden had not seen her move the chair, or seen the jar of money in her hands.
" Oh Shinrah. I thought you could change. I see I was misguided." The warden shook his head. He put his hand out for the jar. Shinrah handed it over with a sour face, green grey eyes boring into the two standing near the door.
" Leave Shinrah. Don't come back. I don't care how old you are. Just go. You'll be able to survive out there." The warden moved away into the other room, leaving the wooden door swinging on its hinges. Shinrah let out a frustrated grumble.
She went to her bed and grabbed the few things she would need. The money she had hidden, the knife she had stolen from the bazaar. She moved silently through the house and outside. Thre were a milluion oppurtunities out here, and she would take advantage of every one of them. They would regret this.