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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:02 pm
Character name: Sherry Greyson Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: Room 283 Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: She's nice. Generally tries to be kind and wants to be loving. A bit timid at times, but trying not to be. Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Yep. Sherry and Jake are my OTP. I will go down with that ship. Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Someone once told me she was a carrot. This is cool, cause I associate orange with her. Plus carrots are awesome, and usually sweet but sometimes not. What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and/or Moonlight Sonata written by Beethoven. What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? She'd like to have more time for reading. Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? She likes to learn about science, but she likes the arts, too. Hmm. What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? She likes being around people who seem very self-assure. What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) She thinks about other's feelings, is patient, doesn't like to give up if she believes in something, willing to try just about anything. What are your character's personality flaws? Can be a little too timid and too forgiving/patient. Finds herself focusing on one thing at a time and misses other things. She cries a lot. She's not super sure she can actually do the things she tries to do. ((this is hard. I'll revisit this one)) What is your character's favourite colour? Brown Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: (Horsemen -> Hunter, Hunter -> Halloween, Halloween -> Horsemen) Omg. She'd be some kind of ghost~ who is nice and sweet and more than content to run around making cute scarves and possibly startling humans by breathing on them. What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? She's been a boy, she was a pretty boy. 10 years from now she'd look a lot the same, maybe getting a little gray in the hair, and probably with a few more scars. (If she's not dead, of course.) If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? By demonstrating and guiding and trying to walk people through things. Until that became unfeasible and then she'd just be like, "Go do it. Trail by fire. You'll be fine. I believe in you." Who does your character look up to? The Division Leads....to a point. Also her friends because they are awesome. What is a great weakness of your character? She wants everyone to be happy, and will give up her place in things to make that happen but at the same time she doesn't think she's strong enough to really help anyone. What are their favourite foods? Waffles with strawberry jam. Favourite fashion style? Simple, girly, cute. She likes ruffles and bows, but not to excess. Favourite minipet? Lt. Fuzzydukes - He's a pygmy foxfire. If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? An innkeeper. She will hook you up with supplies, a bath, a bed, a meal, and maybe stories. Describe your character as a mythical creature: Unicorns are nice. And patient and gentle and yep. Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Cinderella. Too nice and sweet and her friends would seriously be the mice and she would have given up and not gone to that ball unless someone pushed her to. /sigh If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? On Earth? Not the Sahara. In time? Victorian age~ She likes their style. If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? She really likes to wear fancy dresses, and she has had a design for a wedding dress picked out for ages. >_>
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:59 pm
She opened the lid, letting the soft, sweet notes of music out of the box again. It was the perfect song, one she’d always liked. “Moonlight Sonata”- the first part had always been something she loved to listen to. She’d dare say it was her favorite, now. The first part, at least. The part the music box played. She held it close, in both hands, watching it even though she couldn’t see the mechanics that made the beautiful little chimes. She could almost feel them, though, she imagined. Almost feel the little box tick with its own heartbeat as its little gears went round and round and the little metal bits made the most beautiful song she’d ever heard. How many times had she wound it up and listened to it? She didn’t even know. It didn’t matter, she’d do it again and again. I just…made her smile. It pulled her back to the night when he’d given it to her. It and the ring. She’d been confused and delighted, and a tiny bit relieved when he’d explained it all. But most of all she’d been utterly charmed. He wasn’t always the most romantic, but when he tried to be it was adorable and perfect. Just like the music box. She’d forever associate the song with that night, and therefore with him and she was happy about that. She let out a wistful little sigh as the song came to a slow end, then closed the lid to stare at the box again. It was beautiful. Biting her lip, she turned it over to wind it up again. Just one more listen before bed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:13 pm
She didn’t really care about it all. It was hard to still care about everyone, to care about people you didn’t know when they didn’t come home. A Hunter could sit behind a desk one day and help you fill out paperwork and die a bloody death the next day. She might know their name or their face, but she often didn’t know who they were. She didn’t even try, anymore, to get to know people. Her small circle of friends, yes, but everyone else? She couldn’t do it, so she didn’t. They were dead, they were all dead in the end. It almost worried her how much it didn’t bother her anymore. But she didn’t want to think about that. Maybe that was why it didn’t bother her; she didn’t think about it. What was death? A person who wouldn’t be there anymore? A body left behind? She shuddered at that. It no longer surprised her to have people disappear, never come home. And for some reason, not caring about that made her care about the bodies less, too. As long as they weren’t people, as long as they weren’t missed, it was okay. It was easier to not care. Easier to pretend it didn’t matter. So that’s what she did. As long as it wasn’t anyone she knew.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:25 pm
But you just hand your heart over again. Do you really trust him not to break it again? Does he know how fragile it is? Trinkets and gifts do not fix it, Sweet. They prove nothing. He has proving nothing more than he did before. Do you honestly think this time will be different? No, Sweet, you needn’t answer. I can feel it, like I feel everything.
And I can feel that piece of you that snapped, the bit of you that cannot trust him. That is why I lay quiet this time, Sweetling. You are pretending it is not there, like the rest of your shattered feelings. But you cannot trust him completely, not while you are broken inside like that, deep down. No, do not worry about fixing it, Sweet. I trust him to break your heart again, and that little crack of doubt you deny you feel is the only thing that will keep you from breaking completely. Trust him with your heart again, but you cannot be blind this time, no matter how hard you try. You are too broken for that. One day you will be too broken to give him the time of day. I will wait for that day. He will prove me right.
I am sorry, Sweetling, but you asked.>
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:49 pm
She didn’t like to think about them. Her face scrunched up while she wondered why they were on her mind anyway. Random, unwelcome thoughts for certain. It wasn’t as though she missed them at all. Heck, her father had replaced her before she’d even left. Her mother, she was sure, had by now as well, if not with a child then with some new boyfriend. They hadn’t ever wanted her, either. She knew that. She’d known it for ages. Sure, they loved her, but Sherry had wondered how much of that was biological and socially imposed. Once they’d deemed her competent they’d made it clear things would be far, far easier if she were gone. She was now, she’d given them that. She’d never regretted it, either. Well, maybe she’d regretted her choice of work, being a hunter came with a fair bit of pain, but she never regretted leaving. She certainly never regretted saying goodbye. It had always been funny. Her extended family had always been more welcoming than home. She was sure her aunt cried when she “died”. Her mother, well. “I wonder.” Not that her childhood had been bad, just, Sherry knew that obligation had played a large role in her family trying so long to pretend. Obligation and the need to seem normal. Sherry shook her head and told herself not to think about it again. It had been another life, far away. She didn’t even miss it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:53 pm
She hugged the coat. It was still new and shiny, not bloodstained or torn or even dirty. She’d made Hunter. She didn’t give up, she didn’t die, she’d made it. With Jake’s help, of course. Sherry rolled her eyes before flopping backwards onto the bed. It had been weeks since then, and while Jake and Armagnac seemed to agree about blame, Sherry didn’t. Missions sucked. That was how it went. Jake had saved her life. Him and Chester. He had Chester back. “Really?” Sherry lifted her arm to regard the bracelet that was Armagnac. She did sound a little sad though. .Sherry shook her head, lowering her arm and cuddling the coat again. That was something that would never happen, thank goodness. And now that Jake had Chester back, asking him for spars was something Sherry could do. They’d both benefit, and Armagnac…well. The weapon bonded better when she was fighting. <…>
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:49 pm
She gritted her teeth in frustration. At this rate she was going to have to dunk her whole head in a bucket, and she was nearly ready too. It didn’t matter how many times she ran the brush through her hair, it WOULD NOT stay down. She must have slept on it funny, and she’d gone to bed with it wet. Mistake, a huge, mistake. It was like permanent bed-head, and it was not attractive. She should probably look into getting it trimmed up, but she liked it this length, except for the fact that it took a tiny bit more care in the morning. And then things like this happened. She finally understood what all those girls would cry about. Bad hair days? Mornings? Hair not behaving? Yeah, she understood. And there was no way she’d be seen with this. It wasn’t like she could hide it. The worst cow-like looking thing EVER just plastered up next to her face. Sherry tried with the brush again. Nope. It’d go down, lay in some way that was almost acceptable, and then just bounce right back up. To make it a hundred times worse, it kind of hurt. Silly hair laying funny. It was, all in all, a horrible way to start the morning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 6:42 pm
The magazine was old and a bit tattered. The date was sometime since she’d awakened, but it wasn’t within the last year. Not that she kept up with fashion trends or who and what was popular now anyway. There wasn’t time for silly stuff like that. But the magazine might be interesting. There was a whole pile of them in the common room, clearly someone had donated their collection to the good of others. The one in Sherry’s hands was about fashion and make-up trends. Sherry really didn’t understand why anyone would want to wear THAT or why all the eye-shadow looked like stage make-up. Not that she was an expert on style. Page 65 was reserved for a quiz. Some kind of personality thing, used to help you find your destiny with romance or work or whatever. Whoever’d had the magazine before had done the quiz, but Sherry took a moment to look it over. A lot of it was basic questions. What is your favorite color? Favorite food? Star sign? Who is your idol? Sherry knew the answers to most of those without even thinking about it. But the “idol” question? What did that even mean? Who did she look up to? Sherry sat in thought, lips pursed, brow furrowed. Who DID she look up to? Sure there were lots of people who had traits she admired, but she wouldn’t say she idolized any of them. That was a very strong word. Shaking her head, Sherry closed the magazine and set it aside. She didn’t pick up silly magazines so that she would actually have to think about things.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:30 pm
If you don’t move, maybe it won’t know you’re there. It had been some kind of base instinct, because it was a philosophy she’d had long, long before ever seeing Jurassic Park. It had been a habit for as long as she could remember. Something in the shadows? Freeze. Something wakes you up at night? Don’t move a muscle. Not even to pull the covers over your head. Just don’t move. At all. If you got the chance you could pull the covers over your head…but only after long, long moments of not moving. Sometimes you tried not to breathe. It was kind of silly, she knew. Now that she knew what actually existed in the shadows she knew that not moving, even while under a blanket, was no added hint of safety. But she did it, the freezing in place. Even in her own room, if she’d had a nightmare. Like tonight. Bodies and bones. Things that don’t care if you haven’t moved a hair since waking. Things that in her dreams ripped her bones out over and over, all the while oozing pus and stinking of death. That’s what dreamed about. Things, that if they wanted to rip you to pieces, still silence under a blanket would not save you from. She knew it was silly. But as her heartbeat calmed down, as the dragon in her head rumbled soft words, Sherry still pulled that blanket over her head and tried not move too much.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:04 pm
Sherry hoped the blush would fade by the time she ran into anyone. Honestly, folks need to learn to lock doors when they are in the public buildings and doing things like that. Not that she’d seen anything, but… you didn’t always have to see everything to know what was going on. Sherry shook her head and forced her mind to go somewhere else. Or tried to. In all honesty, she didn’t understand how some people could just… Some people had no shame. She at least had some. She certainly would never- Armagnac laughed in her head, showing Sherry a very clear image of one time she’d been kissing in the cafeteria. Oh. No wonder Jake was uncomfortable with the touching. She’d been far too aggressive a time or two. Or three. But it wasn’t like she’d pushed for public indecency. Had she? Sherry groaned, and felt for the ring on her finger. She’d certainly backed off on all counts since he’d said something about it, even though he’d said he was fine with it. But he wasn’t. There was no way he was. He’d realize that when she came on too strong again. Ugh. With a sigh she looked at the ring. He’d taken that step all on his own. They were totally dating. She was ecstatic, happy. She loved him. Heaven help her if she pushed him away because she liked kissing a little too much. Maybe she should talk to him about it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:56 pm
What was love? Why did people feel it? Why did they so often seem to need it? Was it because they were, on some primitive level, social animals that worked better in packs? But then why were there so many different types of love? Romantic, friendly, family… Sherry sighed and rolled over in her bed. She knew it was silly to think about. She could go to one-hundred different experts and get one hundred and one different answers for the whats and whys of love. Not that anything anyone said would change how she felt about the people she loved. Her friends, Armagnac, Jake. All different types of love. But love she’d hold onto until the day she died. Smiling, Sherry pulled the ring off of her finger so that she could read the name engraved on the inside. Armagnac might have had reservations, but Sherry knew he loved her. And she loved him. She’d loved him for a very long time, and she knew, even when it hurt so bad she almost wished she didn’t have feelings for him, she knew she always would. She knew she’d never regret it, either. She could never regret it. Even when it hurt. And it didn’t hurt now. Still smiling, she slipped the ring back on her finger, looking at it there. No, now everything was wonderful and the only thing that wasn’t wonderful was the fact that it was 6am and Jake was down the hall. “I love you, Jake,” she whispered to room, to the ring. She’d make sure to tell him to his face later.
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