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- Lolita Monroe - 09-23-2009 [html] Character Name: Lolita Monroe Character Birthdate (including year): 4/10/08 Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Yes Species: GSD x Malamute x Wolf Gender: Female A secondary form of contact (AIM): HuggleSquishGirl 500+ words. ######Stretched out at the base of the tree, Lolita was being very careful to stay far away from the heavily scented borders of the pack, but she was close enough that she would surely draw attention to herself eventually. The bark of the tree was hurting her shoulder, but it wasn't really worth moving, since it could do her no harm. Indeed, even if she had chosen to wander into the pack's territory, nothing could really happen to her. It was unlikely anything would happen to her, ever. She was doomed to wander in this form and this existence forever, unable to let her body rest. What was it they said about the dead? Something about letting them rest in peace, but rather, it seemed that some were meant to suck it up and keep going, and she was one of those. It truly was a bother, being dead when no one else seemed to be. It meant that no one ever understood what she meant when she explained the situation to them. The concept wasn't hard. Perhaps she would have better luck with this pack than she had with all of the others she had unsuccessfully tried to join. ######"It truly is a shame he killed me," she muttered wistfully, one long finger tracing the seams of the faded leather bag sitting on her stomach. "My life would be significantly easier, if that were the case." She wouldn't have had to leave her sister, for one. It was not that awful to think about having to leave Pello and Rashelle, but she surely was going to miss Pippa something terrible. It had been months since she had seen her last, a minimum of six months. Thinking this over, a shocked expression settled on her face as she realized she had been dead for half of an entire year. That was crazy! Would anyone miss her, or even think about the fact that she had been dead for so long? For a while, she had tried to let the life drain out of her body completely, believing that it had been the only way she could really rest, but unfortunately, the dead girl had kept on walking. Then, she had found the stuff that could keep her body animated, even when it technically should be rotting in the ground. It was a strange plant, but with all of the things she had found in various human houses - usually in messy bedrooms with pictures of people with odd manes on the walls, silly 80s music - Lolita had figured out what it did, and she liked it. ######Reaching into her bag, she decided that it might be prudent to try and make herself as lively as possible for if and when someone came across her. Her claws scraped across the large clump she had pulled out, and she inhaled the scent with a pleasant shudder. The other hand wrapped around the nearest piece, while fishing around for her box of matches or one of her many lighters. Lifting one out, she smiled a successful grin at the strange purple object. It had taken her a while to figure out how to work it, but with how many she had found, it was very much worth it. She deftly packed her bowl and lifted it to her mouth, lighting it in one swift motion. As she felt the calming high begin to settle over her (it only ever took one or two hits for it to begin), she exhaled slowly, her eyes closed and her toes tapping against the ground. It was marvelous. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 09-23-2009 [html]
Sorry about the wait.... I am really busy, but I will try to reply to this as fast as I can. 300+
- Lolita Monroe - 09-23-2009 [html] =D It's been a while since I've had a Cmwfen thread! 500+ words. ######The presence of another was expected and was welcomed warmly by the deceased girl. Lifting her gaze to study the woman, Lolita was surprised by the strange blue markings that adorned the woman's body. "Ez így lehűlni," she mused in the tongue she had taken up in her travels, studying the strange markings with interest. She held an unnatural marking as well, the tattoo on her forehead, but it was strange to see someone else with something so different. Everyone wanted to be the same, to conform to what everyone else wanted them to be like. She had always been different, though, and from what she could tell of the pack woman, she was not your average wolf either. How different the black and blue woman was, she was not able to tell just by looking at her, but it was reassuring to know that she wasn't the only one who ventured a little out of the ordinary. ######Realizing that the woman likely wouldn't understand the language she had inadvertently used, she smiled sheepishly, sitting up against the tree she had been laying beneath. "Did you want some? Or did you not mean it like that," she asked, the seconf part not really a question, since she suspected that it was not what the woman had meant. It did not occur to her that there was anything wrong with the idea of smoking on a pack's borders, or she might have said something more than offering the smoldering bowl to the pack woman. Smoking this herb was such an important thing to her. Otherwise, she would feel less alive in her current state, even though that was a lie in itself. It made her feel like she wasn't going to crumble and decompose instantaneously into the ground beneath her feet. There was nothing unusual about what she was doing, in her eyes, but she supposed that others might see it as such, so she would put it away if the blue marked female didn't want any of the lovely. ######In a second response to her question, Lolita felt that she had answered the question more appropriately when she said, "Actually, I guess I was waiting for someone. . . Anyone, really, but it's not like it was urgent or anything. I have all of forever, basically. This smelled like a pack, so I thought I might be able to join, if possible. No one likes to be alone in their life, right? Well, I can tell you from first hand experience, it kinda sucks when you're dead, too." Being dead really was such a hassle. First of all, everyone seemed to think you were crazy, and it was always annoying to consider how most of the dead got to sleep and rest or whatever, but she had to keep on walking. And then there was the fact that she always felt a little under the weather, except right after taking a hit. Right now, she felt pretty good, but she knew the annoying tendencies of being dead would catch up to her soon. Hopefully it would wait until after her meeting with this woman, though, considering she didn't seem like she was interested in Lolita's stash. It would be terribly rude to pull it out a second time during their very first meeting, indeed. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 09-23-2009 [html]
I know! ^=^ And I am just making it crap for you, OnO 300+
- Lolita Monroe - 09-24-2009 [html] No you aren't. =3 700+ words. ######Nodding silently, Lolita slipped the piece and the lighter back into her bag out of respect for the woman. She was not unhappy that the blue marked female didn't want to share her smoke, not perturbed in the least, as she knew that many did not smoke this particular herb, or even any at all. That was definitely their own choice, and she had no right to even think that they should if they didn't want to. Everyone had to do what they wanted to in their life; it was their right. That was the marvelous thing about life, and death, in her case. Everyone was free to make their own decisions, once their personal demons were gone. Ultimately, she supposed the one she carried with her left when he killed her. Pello surely would never find her again. But, Lolita was very sad about losing Pippa. . . It was tragic. Since her death, Lolita realized, she had become quite a bit more insightful, and she liked that very much. "Az ilyen csodálatos dolog." The words were barely a whisper, even, meant for her own ears. ######Dahlia was the name of this place, then? It was a very interesting name, and she would have been pressed to find another name so elegent sounding. Lovely names mean something to her, of course; not the name itself, but the sound it created. The lovely things in life kept her going in death, even if it truly was annoying to be dead. The woman was very beautiful, she also made note of. She seemed cleaner than Lolita was herself, with her knotted long hair and vibrant colors she'd given herself. Though the blue was not natural, she assumed, it seemed less obvious than her own bright reds. Soon, she would look into more tattoos or dyes for herself. "That is good, then, for I have been very lonely for the past six months," she explained, recalling her earlier thoughts of how long she had been dead. The smoke she had taken in had not done enough to make her forget everything she had been thinking, as she had been interrupted very early on in her toking. It was unfortunate, but not unwelcome, and she could always light up again later on. ######To offer, she really had nothing. Perhaps that was something she should have considered before lounging on the borders as she had been before. An answer to that question would have been something she would have appreciated right then. For a moment, she considered what to say while she stood up to face the woman, a bit more formal than sitting on the ground with her legs crossed as such. She didn't think she really had many skills, except for being able to look out for herself quite well. After all, she had kept her dead body up and moving, hadn't she? "I suppose I can tell stories well, since I have much experience with the world. . . And I'm pretty good at hunting and protecting and all that jazz. . . The normal stuff that everyone surely tells you. There's nothing spectacular about me or what I can do," she admitted, hoping her honesty would be appreciated by the black and blue woman. It was all she could offer. "Oh! I also know a lot about plants and stuff," she said with a bit of excitement, having almost forgot about that. It was certainly true, and probably evident in the fact that she knew what to smoke to feel alive and what would be bad for you to even try to ingest. ######The question came as a surprise to her, and her eyes seemed to convey this without her needing to think of it. Lolita did not see any reason to have to explain it, because there were the obvious problems with the situation. . . And who wanted to be dead, anyway? Shaking her head slightly, she tried to think of a way to answer it in an acceptable way. Maybe this was just a test of some sort. Or maybe there were other dead folks here, too! Normally, everyone thought she was crazy, and she had never met another dead soul trapped in its body. "Well, it's just not right. First of all, aren't you supposed to rest when you're dead? Well, how come I'm not resting. . . My brother killed me six months ago, but I have to keep on going. It really is a hassle, trying to find somewhere to be when you feel so strange. . . Your body feels weird when you're dead." Hopefully, the Dahlian would not be like the others, and would not think she was insane. Really, she was not, but she was annoyed by being dead. She wanted somewhere to call a home of sorts, and that wouldn't happen if the Dahlian thought she was crazy or a potential threat. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 09-25-2009 [html]
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- Lolita Monroe - 09-28-2009 [html] Sorry for the wait! I went home this weekend, and had no computer time, while I thought I'd have a little bit. :< 500+ words. ######Nodding, Lolita considered what she knew of plants. There wasn't too much that she knew, in truth, but she knew a fair amount, and she suspected she could learn more. She had all of eternity to learn about the plants and how they could be used and misused, and perhaps someday she could know others to spread her knowledge to. "I know what plants are good for you and what plants are dangerous, and I know what plants can make you feel better," she offered. Though the explanation was fairly vague, it was more than truthful. She didn't know exactly the names of plants, but by appearance and smell, and living on her own in death had given her time to explore the idea of using plants for her own purposes. The plant she smoked, for example, made her feel alive. Grass could easily make one vomit profusely, if consumed in large quantities, but that wasn't allows a bad thing. Sometimes, you ingested something that didn't agree with your stomach and you actually needed to rid your system of it quickly. In such a case, eating grass was helpful. ######"Naw, I'm not lost, I'm just dead," she dismissed, her tone nonchalant. Lolita had accepted her death long ago, and that was all that was important. It truly didn't matter if no one believed that she was dead, since she knew it to be a fact. "He caught me with a lover, and because he always hated me, he blamed me for what we were doing, and attacked me. I've got the scars, mostly on the inside of my leg, but a small one on the back of my head, too, underneath my hair." She cleverly left out mention of who her lover was, though she desperately missed her sister. Admitting such a thing would surely not please the Dahlian woman, and it was almost like her own dirty secret that she kept to herself for her own use. No one needed to know that she was in love with her sister, but that she was separated by a barrier of life and death. The lovers she had taken since being killed could not compare to Pippa, male or female, but she kept searching in hopes of easing over the loss of her sister. ######In the time they had spent talking, Lolita knew that some progress had been made. If all went well, she would be accepted into this pack and she would be able to rest for a bit of time. She was always tired, always aching. It was probably just another component of death, so she couldn't say it wasn't expected. A realization dawned on her then, vividly dark green eyes widening a bit with the surprise of how little manners she had. "I'm sorry! I forgot to say it before, but I'm Lolita Monroe. I guess being dead makes you forget important stuff like that," she joked, her adolescent nature coinciding with her want for a home. The Dahlian woman had no real reason to accept her, but the young girl, only seventeen months old (less than a year, in her own mind), could not fight the hopes that had risen. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 09-28-2009 [html]
No worries! Sorry about the crap though >< 300+
- Lolita Monroe - 09-28-2009 [html] It's not crap, silly! 300+ words. ######She assumed that an Apothecary was something like a healer, in which case, it was something she was comfortable agreeing with. Her skills were not overly abundant, but she was confident that she could figure it out fairly quickly. How hard could it possibly be, anyway? Surely it wouldn't be all that hard to acclimate herself with the plants in the area and start growing her own. In her bag, she had some seeds, as well as some plants that may well still be alive. Her garden wold bloom, and anyone who sought comfort in it would be welcome. "I suppose that's an accurate description. . . I can learn more as I go along, but it's something that interests me." If she could prevent anyone from suffering the death she now dealt with, then she would do so willingly, no matter how much she might want someone to have something in common with. Lolita, though she wanted company, was not selfish enough to wish this fate on anyone else in the world, except for Pippa, perhaps, so they could stay together. ######Lolita did not necessarily agree with what Cmwfen said, but thus far, the strangely marked female was the most understanding individual she had met thus far regarding her condition. There was no way she could ever heal from this - she was dead, for heaven's sake - but she was glad that the Dahlian did not seem to think badly of her for this situation. The fact that she had not immediately turned her away when she had mentioned how annoying it was to be dead meant a great deal to her, and she already respected Cmwfen immensely. Hopefully, her little knowledge of plants, her youth, and her respect for the woman would all help her in gaining acceptance. "Does this mean I can join?" she asked hopefully, trying to keep her building excitement from flowing into her flat expression. There was no reason to get excited yet, since she had not been officially accepted into the pack, but she could certainly hope. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 09-30-2009 [html]
I went ahead and had you titled yesterday; I figured that we could end here if you didn’t mind? (Sorry about the suddenness.... OnO) If you could PM me, I'll Lock and Archive it, ^=^ 300+
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