FOR OLOGY CONTEST
Character story blurbs, conversations and speech mannerisms
Fiction Writing Prize!
Requirements and rules:
. The story must be at least 250 words long, there is no maximum word count.
. The story must include characters presented.
. If you would like me to read some of your excerpts to make sure that they're in character, that's totally ok! If you want to send me your entire piece before actually 'submitting' it for critique, that is also fine.
Speech mannerisms
Here are some common mannerisms and things you should keep in mind with each character's speech.
Vlad
. He has a Russian accent, but it's worn off slightly since he moved to American when he was ten years old. I don't usually pay much attention to this when I am writing his speech because I don't really know how a Russian man talks, and I don't want to be offensive xD But feel free to do it if you want!
. He will break out into small Russian words when he's angry.
. He calls Bailie "Bai Bai" (which is pronounced pretty much how it sounds, not 'bye-bye' but, you know, bai bai lol). He doesn't do this all the time, only when he's being particularly nice. He never EVER calls him this in front of anyone else.
. He calls everyone else by their normal names. Even Josh.
. He is condescending most of the time, usually being sarcastic and kind of rude. He is usually like this to Bailie (in public), Martini and Rott. Not to Josh.
. He sugar coats compliments, and tends to lie quite often.
. He is nice and sweet to Josh, and when Vlad is nice and sweet he means it.
. He is very matter-of-fact and doesn't beat around the bush.
. He's flirty, first off. He doesn't say anything too obvious, and he leads people on. He likes all that winking and whispering in ears and s**t ha ha.
. He's got huge eyelashes. He works them.
. He is a bottom by nature, but acts like a top. He demands attention. He doesn't give anyone anything, he only gets it.
. Yes, he does flirt with Bailie: when he's drunk. He's drunk often.
Bailie
. He has no accent (aside from a Boston one I suppose), but he does speak with a slight falsetto.
. Well, if you know the movie "The Brave Little Toaster", I kind of imagine Bailie's voice to be like the Lamp (Lampy. lol) in that movie. Uuuuhhh I don't know why. But that's what I picture lol.
. He DOES NOT speak Spanish. His father was from Mexico, but they have never met, so he doesn't know much about his heritage.
. He calls Vlad "Vlady" most of the time, he calls Josh "Joshua" ONLY, never just "Josh". He sometimes calls Rott "Zak", and he is the only one who does this. Martini is always just called Martini lol.
. He says "like" a lot, and has a hard time finishing most of his sentences. Not because he's retarded or anything, he's just excitable and sometimes shy about talking about certain things.
. He's not...that bright. He has a hard time recognizing sarcasm and has little to no common sense.
Azazel
. He speaks very old fashioned, always with complete sentences and he doesn't use contractions.
. He doesn't like Vlad at all, he thinks he's stuck up and obnoxious. This is because he's very attached to Bailie, and he doesn't like to see him hurt.
STORIES
Here are some little blurbs of stories that I've written about some ology characters for inspiration I guess? A lot of them are cut out of dirty stories, so I'm sorry about the length. Also it's funny because they like kind of go in a chronological order even though they're all from different stories ha ha ha.
excerpt- bailie and vlad, normal conversation
"C'mon Vlad! Why are you always doing this to me lately, you used to always come to practice!" The taller boy whined as he bounded down the street, a black guitar bag bouncing against his back. The shorter boy walking behind him pushed his hands into his pockets and followed him, his eyes focusing mainly on the pavement. "It's just not the same when you're not there, Martini's way too intense about like, playing music and s**t." He sighed heavily, Vlad looking up at him and snorting.
"You're at band practice Bailie, what do you expect her to do?" He laughed, Bailie shrugging and stopping to wait for his friend to catch up. "I just have a lot of stuff to do outside of work this week, I've told you this a few times now." Bailie frowned and started walking again, Vlad walking beside him. "Next week I'll have days off, and I promise, we'll do something. I'll take you to that...park, place thing you want to go to so bad." The pink haired boy grinned and looked down at him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.
"Really? You promise?" Bailie hopefully asked, Vlad looking up at him and smiling at his begging expression.
"Yes, but you need to go to practice and actually practice. It's not going to hurt to play Ruby there more than just on stage." He laughed, patting the guitar bag on his friend's back. Bailie rolled his eyes and stopped walking, turning to look at a thin building about ten stories high. It was made of brick, and had the appearance that it was smashed between two taller buildings that seemed to be made primarily of glass. "Now go on before Martini yells at you and then eventually me."
"Yeah, that's true. All right, I'll see you later then!" Bailie smiled and then he trotted off, cutting in the way of a few pedestrians. Vlad smiled and sighed slightly, turning back to head off down the sidewalk. "Hey! Vlad!" He turned to see Bailie running back, one hand up in the air. "I totally forgot to ask you." He panted as he came to a stop, a few passerby's staring at the odd hair on both of them. "You want me to hang out at your place tonight? Or like, do you think you'll still be too busy?" He asked quietly, Vlad just looking up in thought.
"I should be free, so yeah, stop by when you guys are done. You have a key." He smiled and Bailie did the same, turning back around and heading back to the dilapidated building. Vlad watched the younger boy hit a woman in the neck with his guitar and then step on her small dog's paws before he even made it a few feet away. He couldn't help but laugh. When Bailie had safely made his way into the apartment complex Vlad finally turned around and once again headed down the street.
except- bailie and vlad, normal conversation
"You're taking up the entire couch! Move over some, geez." The pink haired boy exasperated, the bowl in his hand tilting over as he tried to squeeze into a small space at the end of his friend's feet. "You invited me over here, you might as well act like you want me here." He snorted, finally getting his friend to bend his knees and give him some more seating space. The green haired man on the couch rolled his eyes as he lifted his legs, his eyes not moving away from the large television screen that was lighting up the dark room.
"I didn't think you'd complain so much when I invited you over, Bailie." He grumbled, the other boy not noticing the comment as he scooped a large handful of popcorn out of the bowl in his lap. "You all set now or do you need to run to the store for something?" He snorted, Bailie looking at him curiously and shaking his head.
"Why, you need something?" He asked, pieces of soggy popcorn escaping from behind his teeth. The man snorted and pushed his head further down into the pillows of his couch, grabbing a small remote off of the coffee table in front of him.
"No, I'm fine." He laughed, pushing a button on the remote. "But thank you very much for asking."
"No problem Vlady!" He happily announced, pulling his knees to his chest. Vlad laughed to himself quietly, stretching his legs out again in front of his friend. "So what're we watching anyway, you never told me." Bailie whispered as the previews started to play, Vlad just watching them blankly and shrugging.
"Some movie I got out of the five dollar bin at Newbury Comics, it seemed interesting enough." He yawned, pulling his arms up to rest his cheek on his folded hands. "It's about some West Virginian family in a horror movie; I sort of felt a little monster history behind it so I figured I'd give it a go." He explained more thoroughly, Bailie swallowing the popcorn that he'd been chewing on rather loudly.
"Monster movie? You didn't say anything about that before!" He whispered a little bit more quickly, Vlad looking down at him and smirking.
"You wouldn't have come over if I had told you it was a monster movie. You know that, I know that, the monsters know that."
"Of come on! I hate these stupid monster documentaries! They scare the s**t out of me." He stopped whispering and instead placed his legs down on the carpeted floor. "The last one you got had me too afraid to sleep; I had to tape all of my curtains and blinds down." He moaned, the previews finally coming to an end. Vlad laughed and looked behind the couch at the large open windows behind them.
"Bailie, they're monsters, they don't exist. And if they did I highly doubt that you'd have to worry about them scaling the apartments of Boston."
"Well for someone who claims they don't exist you sure watch a lot of creepy documentaries about them. Not to mention you have tinted windows in your bedroom." The movie had started, the room getting much more quiet and dark. Vlad didn't have a comeback, he simply shrugged his shoulders and returned to watching the film. Bailie had pulled his knees back up to his chest, pushing more popcorn into his mouth and looking around the room nervously. Shelves of books with pictures of creatures staring at him and small statuettes of looming beasts greeted him in return; his eyes quickly darting back towards the television. Vlad's apartment was not the most comforting residence when one was trying to calm themselves down. He had missed the introduction to the film, and it was already past the opening title. Per usual the movie started out doing a very fast drive by shot of a forest, reminding Bailie of the other hundreds to thousands of movies he had watched with Vlad since they met when they were twelve. Every single one of them practically scaring him into a coma while he watched; a coma that had an aftershock of about two weeks. He never remembered what monster it was that these people had claimed to see and where it lived; all he ever remembered were horrifying artist's renditions of the creatures and stories of them looming in people's windows. Vlad claimed he had had his windows tinted so he could sleep more thoroughly; Bailie had a hard time believing him. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself? You're afraid of this s**t too."
"You only fear what you don't understand, right?" Vlad quickly responded, either trying to get his friend to be quiet or simply being annoyed at the question.
"How the ******** do you not understand this crap by now?"
"Shut up, I'm trying to pay attention." He retorted, kicking the other boy lightly behind the knees. Bailie rolled his eyes and went back to eating his popcorn, trying to watch the movie the best he could. He made it to the old man who claimed to see the creature every Sunday morning, but he could feel his chest tighten at the dramatization of the event. He placed the popcorn bowl on top of his knees, looking directly at it as he heard some horrible screeching noises and Vlad making some comment about the costume the actor was wearing. "The big bird has a human face, jesus no wonder this was five dollars." Bailie lifted his head slowly to see if it was over, but he had looked up right as they showed the artist's rendition. "For god's sake, the drawing has the face correct! Why is the costume so inaccurate? God I hope these people aren't SCI certified." He mumbled, Bailie whimpering and returning back to his place behind the popcorn bowl. He was never coming over to Vlad's place for a movie night again...and he meant it this time.
"Can we watch something else, that thing is scary as hell." He whispered into his knees, Vlad snorting and shaking his head. "Seriously, you already know what it is anyway! Why don't we watch one of my movies? I brought over that Lion King movie I was telling you about, the songs in that are killer!"
"After this." Vlad quickly muttered, his eyes widening at the information the narrator was relaying. Bailie pouted and grabbed more popcorn, and he was halfway to his mouth when there was a sudden loud bang behind them. Bailie screamed loudly enough that he didn't even hear if Vlad did the same; both of them on the floor hiding behind the couch before he even had time to register what was happening. Vlad quickly crawled back onto the couch and looked over the edge of the pillows to look out the window. "Jesus christ what the hell was that?" He whispered, Bailie holding onto his knees tightly as his heart raced his lungs. "There's nothing out there, it was probably just the girl next door." He explained shakily, turning around to grab the remote and stop the movie. Bailie crawled back onto the couch as well, clapping his hands to tun the lights back on. They sat there for a while and looked around the lighted room, not noticing anything out of place. "See? Nothing. It was nothing."
"Well, it was something. Maybe not a monster something, but it was something." Bailie sighed, Vlad nodding his head and stretching his arms. He was about to say something when they heard the same noise again, only now they recognized that it was coming from the wall.
excerpt: bailie and vlad, being retarded lol
"All right, all right. We'll do what you want." Bailie grinned and fell down as well, the impact making the frame of the bed hit up against the wall slightly. He snorted and belly flopped again, the bed making the same noise and Vlad just looking up at him and shaking his head. Bailie laughed and then looked at his friend as well, nodding his head toward the wall questioningly.
"You're not gonna try? C'mon, you'd make a really loud noise with all that blubber!" The pink haired boy laughed quite loudly, pushing his fingers into his friend's sides. Vlad growled and rolled onto his back, which was exactly what his friend wanted him to do. Bailie ran his hands quickly over his the green haired boy's sweater and grabbed onto his love handles, Vlad whining and rolling away from him as quickly as he could. This caused the bed frame to hit into the wall more loudly, Bailie laughing and continuing his harassment.
"Get off of me! You're such a pain in the a**!" He growled, trying to kick the other boy off of himself as he ended up once again on his stomach. Bailie pushed his hands up into the green haired boy's sweater and pushed his nails into his sides. "Agh! Bailie, get off! You're so retarded, what the hell is wrong with you?!" The bed slammed against the wall again, and Vlad ended up pushing his friend over into the pillows and then falling onto him. Bailie's hysterical laughter died down to a giggle, his friend glaring down at him and holding his arms down. "Knock it off, you're driving me crazy."
"I was just trying to play around with you silly." Bailie grinned, moving his arms out from underneath his friend's hands. "You never have any fun."
"I have plenty of fun without being harassed by you." Vlad accentuated the end of his sentence into a small pout, the tip of his lips meeting his friend's slightly. The pink haired boy stopped laughing and his breath tightened, Vlad realizing what he was doing and straightening his back. "So stop picking on me." He mumbled and then he rolled off of him, Bailie watching him fall onto the comforter rather ungracefully.
"What fun do you ever have without me?" The pink haired boy asked as he smiled coyly, lifting his back up off of the bed and resting his hands on his stomach. "I'm all the fun you have." He grinned, the green haired boy snorting and moving closer to him.
"You're the biggest pain in the a** I've ever known."
"Doesn't matter, I'm still fun."
"Yeah sure." He laughed, putting his head right next to Bailie's and yawning. "You're a goof."
"You're a goof too." Bailie laughed, Vlad smiling and closing his eyes. "What're you tired already?" He snorted, the green haired boy nodding his head and pushing his cheek into the pillows. "You want me to leave?" He asked quietly, Vlad opening one eye slightly and shaking his head.
"No." He yawned once again, the pink haired boy smiling and curling up against his friend. "You can hang out over night, I don't have to work tomorrow or anything." Bailie looked back at the wall and then sat up again. Vlad looked at him and rolled his eyes, rolling onto his back and folding his hands on his stomach.
excerpt: bailie and vlad, normal conversation
It's absolutely disgusting. Probably one of the most horrible, vile things that anyone could perform while in public. Watching him (or watching anyone really) pull the slim white box from the front pocket of his suit coat. The thin plastic casing catching on the button clasp and causing him to fumble with his fingers like he does everyday as we make our way to the coffee shop. And everyday when he goes into the parking garage. And then of course now in the elevator that traveled to the thirty fourth floor of his apartment building.
"You can't light that in here you know." I slipped in between sighs. He didn't seem to take any heed to my advice as he pushed the cigarette between his mouth to rest against lip ring. "Seriously, knock it off." I growled, extending my arm to point at a small placard above the panel of circular lights. "It probably stops moving if it sense any sort of smoke in here!" I ended my sentence in a sort of panic, realizing that if this elevator shut down, well, that just wouldn't be good at all. He acknowledged me this time, looking up at me from beneath his half lidded eyes and twirling the cigarette in his mouth. He was taunting me. His light brown eyes looking me over and his mouth curling into a twisted smile.
"You don't want to be stuck with me in the elevator Bailie?" He grinned, pulling a thin green lighter from his pants pocket and turning it over between his fingers. "I am feeling insulted." He snorted, his accent becoming more prominent.
"Trust me, I don't mind being stuck in this elevator with you one bit." I said this as matter-of-factly as I could, even using my finger to shake at him. "But you're killing yourself, which is what I'm more worried about."
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that's about all I have for excerpts that are any good ha ha. Sorry that they're all Bailie and Vlad ha ha, they're my favorites of course.
1. Vlad, Bailie, and Josh together at The Thunderbird Cafe
. coming soon
2. Azazel and Bailie... talking about Vlad? (Loool, not a very good one, sorry! Just, I'm unsure of how Azazel would speak.)
"I do not understand the situation, I believe. I am not sure what the problem is, and where it lies." He stopped slowly, the growling sound that accompanied his speech ending a few seconds after his last word. "You know, where I am from, you just bite the neck of the mate you want and then you are done with it." He chuckled, his small glasses bouncing against his snout. Bailie looked up at him and snorted, wringing his hands together.
"But I've told you before, that's like, not really how it works with humans."
"Pf." He blew smoke out of his nostrils, blowing over Bailie's mohawk and sending his ear-tails into the air. "He is not even human, he is obnoxious and he is rude. I will bite his neck for you, but I want to snap it, not mate with him." Bailie shook his head and laughed under his breath, reaching up and patting the beast on the nose.
"That's ok Azazel, I can handle it. Besides, I don't really want you snapping any necks." He laughed, running his hand over the small patch of black fur between his nostrils. "I'll figure it out." Azazel grunted and pulled his head away, glaring over his shoulder at nothing
3. Coffie gushing over Vlad (I'm interested in Coffie... lol... he sounds cool but arrogant.)
"I think he's genius, you know you know."
4. Martini and Bailie talking about Vlad problems. :c (Would it be different or similar to that of Azazel's responses?)
"I'm done. You're not getting any more sympathy from me about this, I'm tired of it." She sighed heavily, taking a sip from the bright orange straw and pretending to look to her left. The man sitting across from her didn't say anything, he just sat there, twisting his wrist and contorting his mouth into strange shapes. She glanced over at him with her one eye, seeing his hands clasped tight around his mug. "No. I'm not getting into this. No, no nooooo." She moaned, pushing her iced coffee half way across the table as she slid her whole body onto it. Her ears fell out of sight, her eye glaring at the pouting, pink haired man who was now looking at the floor. "God you are pathetic."
"I know." He sighed, smiling sightly. "I try."
"Go on, what's wrong with you? I don't want you whimpering around, we have practice tonight. And you have to sing, I'm sick of you not doing what you need to do." Bailie opened his mouth to talk, but she held up her hand before he could say anything. "BUT. I'm telling you right now, I can't stand him. I don't understand you're fascination, so, whatever. Go, go on. Sorry." Her ears perked up and she went back to her coffee, Bailie looking at her and waiting a few seconds before starting his sentence again. But he paused, watching as Martini looked up at expectantly.
"I dunno. I just feel crappy." Martini continued sipping her coffee, not even glancing over at him. "Do uh...do you think I'm...good looking?"
5. Rott hittin' on Bailie (I have no clue how he would act loool.)
"Hey." He awkwardly leaned in from the side, his bass guitar hitting Bailie in the chin more forcefully then he was expecting.
1. one (or more, idk) of the characters getting ready in the morning (for whatever they do in the day), including the thoughts in their head about it, etc, or whatever they usually think about (ex: bailie: vlad? the band? other mundane things? etccccc).
coming soon
2. a fight between two characters. or 3 characters. or one character just getting pissed at what they usually get pissed at. idk :'D
coming soon
3. a character talking, and what is really going on inside his head; not necessarily what he is saying. just, how they socially handle... stuff. idk.
coming soon
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