lørdag 22. oktober 2011
Scraps
"Would you give me my morning tea, Dex, please? Mira will be here soon." he went over to his workbench, while talking to his hat. "this tea is espechialy good tody, Arty. would you like a taste?" the hat said nothing. but as allways, the fact that the hat was silent just made Scraps more and more certain that it allways agreed with him. so without thinking any more about it, he poored some tea into the rim of the hat. "tasty is it not?" he turned back into the room and called for Dex. the little robot enterd, today with strong arms, weels and a censor-type-head. "what do you need, sir?" "prepare the workbench and extend it a little. you know how Mira gets when she works." "would you like me to hide her birthdaypresant plans as well sir? you know this year, we can not risk she finding out what it is, like last year." he had allreddy asked him every day since they started planing this, witch was the day after her last birthday. this time it was a real treat, since she was turning 18 and Dex was making it his personal assighnment to keep it hidden from her. a light suddenly started blinking over by the wall. "oh, we have a guest over at '23'. lets see who we have to do with." they looked at the creen and saw the data coming inn. "a human sighsed type of animal... hmm... lets check it out, Arty. " Dex, you can prepare this place for Mira. and hide the birthdaypreparations, i have told you, countless times!" and with those words, he went out the door with Arty on his head and a smile on his face. Dex went back to the monitor and saw that the creature had crawled into one of the old "projects under development". "hurry upp, sir." Dex said to the screen.
torsdag 13. oktober 2011
Mira
Mira woke earlier than normally that morning. Most of her night had been filled with nightmares about strange creatures coming from the woods, and at this point she did not really want to go back to sleep. She could not shake of that creepy feeling that it was somehow true. Ever so silent, she lurked her way out of her room, out of the house, and walked in the early morning on her way to Scraps. Most parents would find this somehow disturbing, that their 17year old daughter left the house at that time to visit an old man living in a scrapyard, but she had done so since she was 5, so it was more normal than weird.
Scraps lived no more than 4 houses away from the Eskrine house, so she was there in no time.
Scraps lived no more than 4 houses away from the Eskrine house, so she was there in no time.
onsdag 12. oktober 2011
Zuri on her way.
Zuri opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was or wich date or time. The three metal spikes on her forhead worked as a compass, so she kept going norht. It felt like hours, but nothing else than trees and a squirrel now and then met her eyes. The sun was low, mabye she could find somthing to eat before the darkness was over her.
She looked down on herself. The black fur disgusted her. She hated what she had become. It was the first time she had been outside the lab for 7 years now, the nature invited her in as a long lost child. Could it be the cat's instincts? She didn't know. But the hunger burned and she walked on.
The sun had gone down now. With the pitch black woods all the small animals showed up. She caught a big rat, two weird black birds and a squirrel. Her animal wanted to rip them up and eat them raw, but her humanity couldnt. After a couple of more hours she could see a skrappile near the end of the wood. Perfect. She hid inside a big, rusty container with a small, yet soft bed made of leafs from the wood. Tomorrow she could find a way to cook her meal, but now all her energy was gone, and she was dying to get som sleep.
She looked down on herself. The black fur disgusted her. She hated what she had become. It was the first time she had been outside the lab for 7 years now, the nature invited her in as a long lost child. Could it be the cat's instincts? She didn't know. But the hunger burned and she walked on.
The sun had gone down now. With the pitch black woods all the small animals showed up. She caught a big rat, two weird black birds and a squirrel. Her animal wanted to rip them up and eat them raw, but her humanity couldnt. After a couple of more hours she could see a skrappile near the end of the wood. Perfect. She hid inside a big, rusty container with a small, yet soft bed made of leafs from the wood. Tomorrow she could find a way to cook her meal, but now all her energy was gone, and she was dying to get som sleep.
onsdag 5. oktober 2011
The Underdogs. Storries behind the caracters
Name: Zuri.
Gender: Girl
Age: 17
Personality: Shy, loyal, strong willed, depending on her metal spikes to orient herself.
Appearance: she was an experiment that went wrong, now she has the body of a human, but with short, black, silky fur covering most of her body except her face and hands. Where the feet should be, she got something looking like paws and on her forehead it’s three small metal spikes. Her eyes are green and she got a long strong tail.
Family: All dead.
Childhood: Zuri was a fun loving girl. She used to play in the garden, having tea parties with her little sister. Her parents called her Zuri because of her pale withe skin, and her gentle nature. Everything was like a dream for the little girl, but the day she turned 10 things changed. Four men came to visit, she could hear her mom screaming, her father running up the stairs to her little sisters rom. She was scared and hid under the bed. The door slammed up, and her father’s dead body hit the floor with her sister in his arms. Two of the strangers picked her sister up and walked out of the room, just as if nothing ever happened. It didn’t take long before Zuri was found eighter and the two girls was brought to a lab full of children. The men were trying to alter the DNA of the children to make them the perfect warrior or spy for the tyrant that ruled the land. Her sister died in one of these experiments. And Zuri was the next. One of the kids had managed to bring a kitten into the lab, and lost it. When Zuri was up to be tested on, the little black cat jumped in front of her just as the light hit her, and she was found a failure. They throw her away, alone into the woods to die.
Gender: Girl
Age: 17
Personality: Shy, loyal, strong willed, depending on her metal spikes to orient herself.
Appearance: she was an experiment that went wrong, now she has the body of a human, but with short, black, silky fur covering most of her body except her face and hands. Where the feet should be, she got something looking like paws and on her forehead it’s three small metal spikes. Her eyes are green and she got a long strong tail.
Family: All dead.
Childhood: Zuri was a fun loving girl. She used to play in the garden, having tea parties with her little sister. Her parents called her Zuri because of her pale withe skin, and her gentle nature. Everything was like a dream for the little girl, but the day she turned 10 things changed. Four men came to visit, she could hear her mom screaming, her father running up the stairs to her little sisters rom. She was scared and hid under the bed. The door slammed up, and her father’s dead body hit the floor with her sister in his arms. Two of the strangers picked her sister up and walked out of the room, just as if nothing ever happened. It didn’t take long before Zuri was found eighter and the two girls was brought to a lab full of children. The men were trying to alter the DNA of the children to make them the perfect warrior or spy for the tyrant that ruled the land. Her sister died in one of these experiments. And Zuri was the next. One of the kids had managed to bring a kitten into the lab, and lost it. When Zuri was up to be tested on, the little black cat jumped in front of her just as the light hit her, and she was found a failure. They throw her away, alone into the woods to die.
Name: Richard Fransis Oployd Ferdinan Stevens.
Nickname: Scraps
Age: 75
Ocupation: runns the towns local scrappile. inventor, merchant and recycler.
Family: None he can remember. he had a memoryloss 25 years ago and his life befor is a mystery. has a pet robot that he changes when he is bored.
Mental status: Mad, to a sochialy acseptable degree, and often bored.
personal mantra: "everything can be made if you see it inside your head!" this mantra have made half the scrappile into a storrage for "projects under development". a normal person would call it a lost cause but Scraps never acsepts defeat... therefor, the big storrage of stuff...
He awoke with a strong headake. he looked around and saw nothing else than rusty pipes, broken glass and randomly tossed wooden scraps. he sat upp, scratching his head. the feeling of having forgotten something was spinning around inside his head. he started looking around and after serching for a while, he found a worn out top hat. "Why would anyone toss you away, little friend?" he said to the hat. he put it on his head and started talking to it further. "you wouldent, by any chance know where we are, would you?" it was, to him, like the hat showed him around as he was walking. while walking, he came upp with the splended idea to name his reacently aquired hat. "what do you think of the name Arty, good friend?". the hat didnt moove or say anything, but since he felt his head get warmer as the hat was on, he took that as an aprooving sighn. after an hour, he had reatched a few buildings that ledd on to a small town. he asked around, but aperantly, nobody knew him. in the evening he went back to the area where he had woken upp. "it seems to me that we dont know who we are, Arty. what do you sugest?" the hat said nothing. "no ideas, huh?" he said. "i guesse we should find a place to sleap, then.". after finding a small, rusty tank, he and his good friend, the hatt layed down to fall asleap. the fain light of the sun reatched into the inner wall of the tank and iluminated a few ingraved words. "Richard Fransis Oployd Ferdinan Stevens... what an interesting name... dont you think so, Arty?" the hat said nothing, but this became his new name. since the townsfolk had some trouble remembering this, and the fact that he now lived on the scrappile, they just called him Scraps. the years went by, and without really understanding how it happened, everyone started seeing the scpappile as Scraps home and responsibility. he was the sort of person you would start calling: acseptably mad. as the years went by, the townsfolk could see another figure wandering besides Scraps and he was no longer only talking to his hat. the figure allways changed and was clearly not of flesh and bone. the small steampowerd robot of his became known as Dex. it had now been 25 years since he woke upp, but still, he couldent remember his past. not that it botherd him. every time the thought passed his mind he would say "not to worry, Arty. we will propably know tomorrow."
Nickname: Scraps
Age: 75
Ocupation: runns the towns local scrappile. inventor, merchant and recycler.
Family: None he can remember. he had a memoryloss 25 years ago and his life befor is a mystery. has a pet robot that he changes when he is bored.
Mental status: Mad, to a sochialy acseptable degree, and often bored.
personal mantra: "everything can be made if you see it inside your head!" this mantra have made half the scrappile into a storrage for "projects under development". a normal person would call it a lost cause but Scraps never acsepts defeat... therefor, the big storrage of stuff...
He awoke with a strong headake. he looked around and saw nothing else than rusty pipes, broken glass and randomly tossed wooden scraps. he sat upp, scratching his head. the feeling of having forgotten something was spinning around inside his head. he started looking around and after serching for a while, he found a worn out top hat. "Why would anyone toss you away, little friend?" he said to the hat. he put it on his head and started talking to it further. "you wouldent, by any chance know where we are, would you?" it was, to him, like the hat showed him around as he was walking. while walking, he came upp with the splended idea to name his reacently aquired hat. "what do you think of the name Arty, good friend?". the hat didnt moove or say anything, but since he felt his head get warmer as the hat was on, he took that as an aprooving sighn. after an hour, he had reatched a few buildings that ledd on to a small town. he asked around, but aperantly, nobody knew him. in the evening he went back to the area where he had woken upp. "it seems to me that we dont know who we are, Arty. what do you sugest?" the hat said nothing. "no ideas, huh?" he said. "i guesse we should find a place to sleap, then.". after finding a small, rusty tank, he and his good friend, the hatt layed down to fall asleap. the fain light of the sun reatched into the inner wall of the tank and iluminated a few ingraved words. "Richard Fransis Oployd Ferdinan Stevens... what an interesting name... dont you think so, Arty?" the hat said nothing, but this became his new name. since the townsfolk had some trouble remembering this, and the fact that he now lived on the scrappile, they just called him Scraps. the years went by, and without really understanding how it happened, everyone started seeing the scpappile as Scraps home and responsibility. he was the sort of person you would start calling: acseptably mad. as the years went by, the townsfolk could see another figure wandering besides Scraps and he was no longer only talking to his hat. the figure allways changed and was clearly not of flesh and bone. the small steampowerd robot of his became known as Dex. it had now been 25 years since he woke upp, but still, he couldent remember his past. not that it botherd him. every time the thought passed his mind he would say "not to worry, Arty. we will propably know tomorrow."
Name: Mirashi "Mira" Eskrine
Age: 18
Family : Mum Vilanda(witch), dad Dario, little brother Ramond.
Personality : Curious, outgoing at times, very protective of her family and friends. Inventive.
Her story so far:
She have often been telling stories about how her first memory of life as she know it, was of a rather large, angry looking woman standing over her bed, waving her fingers over her, mumbling words she could not understand. Mater of the fact is, this woman would be no other than her own grandmother, who quite charmingly ran away from the city shortly after this incident. There is no simple way of explaining your daughter and the man you hate, that you just wanted to check their young daughter for magical powers. In the middle of the night. Without telling anyone that you would.
To this day, Mira is not sure is she have got any magical powers after her mum, but she really could not care less, if she ever wants to get things done, she is not slow to invent herself something that will help her. The interest for inventing things she had mostly after her father, who works with metals, but also from the ever so slightly mad Scraps, who lives at the scrapyard close to where they live. And with friends like Scraps, there is no wonder her parents get a bit worried at times, whenever she comes home with things they have made together, but cannot explain what is.
Age: 18
Family : Mum Vilanda(witch), dad Dario, little brother Ramond.
Personality : Curious, outgoing at times, very protective of her family and friends. Inventive.
Her story so far:
She have often been telling stories about how her first memory of life as she know it, was of a rather large, angry looking woman standing over her bed, waving her fingers over her, mumbling words she could not understand. Mater of the fact is, this woman would be no other than her own grandmother, who quite charmingly ran away from the city shortly after this incident. There is no simple way of explaining your daughter and the man you hate, that you just wanted to check their young daughter for magical powers. In the middle of the night. Without telling anyone that you would.
To this day, Mira is not sure is she have got any magical powers after her mum, but she really could not care less, if she ever wants to get things done, she is not slow to invent herself something that will help her. The interest for inventing things she had mostly after her father, who works with metals, but also from the ever so slightly mad Scraps, who lives at the scrapyard close to where they live. And with friends like Scraps, there is no wonder her parents get a bit worried at times, whenever she comes home with things they have made together, but cannot explain what is.
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