(Sorry it took me so long. It’s not my best. I can’t power play characters other than my own. It doesn’t turn out. I hope I got this even remotely correct. I read four of your role-plays and your profile before I started, but I still think I got Maryke's personality wrong...
sweatdrop Sorry If I was incorrect. Please note, Casey's thoughts/opinions do not reflect my own. ^^)
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CONTEST NUMBER ONE
Username: Casey_Mae
Quest thread:
Prompt: Prompt A.
Warmth spread across Casey’s pale flesh as she steeped out of her duplex for the first time since her arrival. She stretched and yawned, her eyes adjusting to the bright sunshine, breathing deeply the sickly-sweet aromas of native flora.
Good old Guy had called ahead and pre-paid a stay in a top-class jungle-island themed resort. She cringed, imagining the large sum of money it must have cost him. Shaking the thought from her head she savored the temporary natural-high, beaming at the view. This would be a beautiful drawing experience for sure! Upon awakening she dressed in her casual-best and tied her hair up into a high ‘flare’. She grabbed the essentials and a brochure before dashing out the door without second thought.
She carefully unfolded the brightly colored pamphlet, her gaze shifting from one point to another. Her stomach wailed pathetically upon sight of the island bar. She grinned calmly. She wasn’t a wine or beer type person, but a small sip of tequila sunrise sounded fantastic.
The bar was quaint. It seemed rather empty, which surprised her. Still, so much was to be expected so early in the morning. She strolled around the corner of the shore-side hut and paused. There was only one other person. Sitting erectly on the bar, and sipping from a fine glass was a woman. She was quite beautiful in appearance and she held herself with utmost dignity.
This woman stood out in Casey’s mind. Pink in the face she stifled the giggles, for upon the woman’s head were rather matted and disfigured earmuffs. Not being fashion-oriented, even she knew better than to adorn such tacky tastes. Casey couldn’t help but fill petty for the woman. It must be dreadfully hot. The matching scarf was not such a faux pas, though it reminded Casey terribly of a misplaced beard.
Casey immediately silenced, catching the woman’s glare, and sat down lightly at the counter. A few moments passed. Casey looked up from the tides, curiosity displayed clearly on her face. She rung the counter bell, waiting anxiously for reply. After a moment she sheepishly turned to the woman. “Erm… It appears no one is here… Am I early?”
“Clueless, are we?” Maryke sneered bemusedly, running a well-manicured finger along the glass rim. “Hmm… so naive… and obviously still a virgin.” Maryke mumbled just loud enough for Casey to hear. Casey bit her tongue angrily. “No. You aren’t… It’s a help yourself thing.” Casey nodded, getting up and walking into the little hut. “Thanks…” She said, her voice sweet like vinegar.
She returned quickly with two icy glasses brimming with vibrant orange liquid. Maryke cocked a fine eyebrow. “Hm…. Thanks…” She took a sip, her hazel eyes scanning Casey well over. Casey shifted weight uncomfortably. “Erm… Aren’t you a little hot in that… outfit?” She asked after a moment, carefully sipping at the tangy liquid. Maryke’s hazel expression dulled, un-amused. “No. I’m used to it…” Maryke sounded aggravated, shortly following a “b***h” beneath her breath.
Casey leaned back, offended by the woman’s mean side-comment. “I’m sorry if I offended you… I was just curious.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know what you’re so worked up about.”
Maryke smiled coyly. “Oh… you’ll find out sooner or later. Enjoy it while you can.” Casey’s eyes narrowed in confusion. She looked uncertainly at her drink. “Erm… What?” She laughed bluntly. Maryke rolled her eyes. “Nothing…. Nothing at all.” Casey set down the drink no longer thirsty. “Are you okay?” She asked skeptically, her pocketed hand fingering her pocket knife. Maryke laughed. “No. Apparently neither are you.”
Casey scootched away slowly, biting her lip. Someone’s had one too many margaritas. “What the hell are you talking about?” … Awkward silence… Maryke grinned, leaning towards Casey. “Do you even know where you are?” Casey’s breathing grew slightly louder. “Tropic Sanctuary Island Resort, Georgia.” Maryke chuffed in amusement, raising her eyebrows in interest. “Really? And what brings you here?” “Guy bought me a two week stay while I’m on job interview.” Casey glared as she stood, taking a step backwards. “Wow… That’s one I’ve never heard before…” Maryke rolled her eyes. “Who’s this guy?”
“He’s a person I met at a caf- Eep!” Casey tripped blindly over a chair, falling backwards onto her butt. Maryke laughed, walking over to Casey and crouching down beside her. Casey opened her mouth to say more in her defense. She froze, realizing her folly. She looked up at Maryke, the skin beneath her eyes creasing in dismay. “Where am I?”
“Welcome to Dr. Moreau’s Menagerie.” Maryke said, her tone suddenly serious. Casey gaped silently several times, before finally blurting out, “What do you mean, Menagerie? Aren’t those like private zoos?” Casey grew uncomfortable with Maryke’s serious expression. “Ten points for the genius.” “What are you saying? We’re stuck in a people-zoo?” Casey was getting fed up.
Maryke looked pissed. “People? I wish. Listen up, carrot-top. Whether you like it or not, it’s the truth.” Casey set her hands on her hips. “Oh my ********, you’re drunk as hell.” Maryke’s ears twitched in aggravation. She grabbed Casey’s arm, her long nails driving into her flesh. “Let go!” Casey yelled, trying to wrench her arm away. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist. Look…” Maryke let go and Casey grabbed her arm, rubbing it painfully. The skin, now swollen slightly, had a large bump with a distinct round scar. “What…. The mutilated mosquito bite?” Casey snapped.
“Humph. You’re so impossibly dim witted. That’s not a mosquito bite, it’s a syringe scar.” Casey looked from it to Maryke. “And I had to get vaccinated before traveling. Big whoop. What are you trying to say?” “Let me put it in terms even you could understand. Your not in Georgia, you’re on an island out at sea. You’ve been deceived, and now you’re Moreau’s personal lab rat… literally.”
Casey cocked an eyebrow, getting up rather quickly. “And now what? I’m going to turn into an animal or something?” “Exactly.” Maryke snapped, tugging on an ear. “It’s not just an accessory, its real. This is all real. Deal with it.” Casey grew sickly pale, her eyes widening. “And you expect me to believe this? That… that I’m going to turn into some freak of nature?” Casey began trembling. Maryke’s expression softened.
“Yes.” Casey looked solemnly at the ground. Complete silence invoking, before she finally spoke in a trembling voice. “I… Have to go…” She turned and walked into the thick woods, leaving Maryke once again alone.
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