Post by Lucia on Feb 2, 2014 4:57:59 GMT
Character’s Name: - Lucia
OOC Alias: - Jiggers, Jiggoons, Jig-jag, Pyjigmas, Jiggernaut, Jiggermeister, Jiggerypuff, The Jigness, El Jiggerino
Other Characters: - n/a
Past Role-play Experience: - Redwall stuff, Kingdom Hearts stuff, vague furry naval stuff
Role-play Sample: -
She just couldn't quite get up the nerve to kill herself. It would have solved so many problems. The loneliness. The aching. The hunger. Oh, gods, the hunger. Gnawing not at her stomach, but every muscle... her bones and blood begged for reprieve, her skin felt raw, every hair of fur was like a needle—but never the right needle.
She'd climbed the highest skyscraper and sat on the edge and looked down and thought about it, and then did it. Something in her made her back up first, get good speed; she later reasoned she didn't want to clip the side of the building. But instead, her leap brought her across the narrow street onto the roof of the next. A little scuffed up, but no worse than an average night. Should have picked the main street. By then it was too late, and her beating heart called for the distant forests. She'd climbed down the fire escape and went looking for it. Never really been a city marten, though. Two hours later she was right back in front of that towering devil of a building.
How do you kill an animal, when every molecule of that animal fights for survival? Fighting is the only thing it knows how to do. Survival isn't a goal, its a profession. Her body was another creature entirely. Her brain had no say in things. It was a lucid dream that didn't obey. She said: I will make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Her body would find the store, and she would come out with a carry-basket full of meats, eggs. Sometimes when she slept, she would race through the streets, wake up mid-flight, panic and careen into a wall. Other times she would just wake up long enough to enjoy the ride. She learned to take some pleasure in it, the wildness of it all. Living, breathing, biting.
She found a drug store, filled with mint M&Ms. Not helpful. She'd wondered if the chocolate would be poisonous enough. If it had been, she didn't find out. She'd lost two weeks in the haze, that or her eye-clock skipped again. Maybe she'd died, maybe she hadn't. Sometimes it felt like she was detoxing all over again.
Drowning hadn't gone so well either. The lust for air was too strong, lungs overpowered the will once again. So she floated on her back, letting the current take her. With relief she realised it would be a way out of the city. Her scarves and skirt drifted away from her body, and finding them distracting, she slid them off, save her favourite scarf, the orange and green one, and unlaced her girdle as well; her teats had shrunk long ago, perhaps before she'd been left in the city. Her tail, thick fur waterlogged, dragged beneath the surface, fish nibbling at it. It tickled, and the sky above sparkled in its pinkness. It was the closest she'd gotten to a proper trip since waking up. Just weightless enough to appreciate her own mass. Every dip and jiggle let the water glide over her fur, like soft paw pads, but everywhere around her. Her ears flicked and the spray glittered and took years to fall.
Then some dumb jerk threw a worm onto her face.
She didn't quite know what to make of that. She just stared balefully at the flabbergasted monkey-like animal staring at her as she floated by.
Then she lifted a paw and gave him the bird.
OOC Alias: - Jiggers, Jiggoons, Jig-jag, Pyjigmas, Jiggernaut, Jiggermeister, Jiggerypuff, The Jigness, El Jiggerino
Other Characters: - n/a
Past Role-play Experience: - Redwall stuff, Kingdom Hearts stuff, vague furry naval stuff
Role-play Sample: -
She just couldn't quite get up the nerve to kill herself. It would have solved so many problems. The loneliness. The aching. The hunger. Oh, gods, the hunger. Gnawing not at her stomach, but every muscle... her bones and blood begged for reprieve, her skin felt raw, every hair of fur was like a needle—but never the right needle.
She'd climbed the highest skyscraper and sat on the edge and looked down and thought about it, and then did it. Something in her made her back up first, get good speed; she later reasoned she didn't want to clip the side of the building. But instead, her leap brought her across the narrow street onto the roof of the next. A little scuffed up, but no worse than an average night. Should have picked the main street. By then it was too late, and her beating heart called for the distant forests. She'd climbed down the fire escape and went looking for it. Never really been a city marten, though. Two hours later she was right back in front of that towering devil of a building.
How do you kill an animal, when every molecule of that animal fights for survival? Fighting is the only thing it knows how to do. Survival isn't a goal, its a profession. Her body was another creature entirely. Her brain had no say in things. It was a lucid dream that didn't obey. She said: I will make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Her body would find the store, and she would come out with a carry-basket full of meats, eggs. Sometimes when she slept, she would race through the streets, wake up mid-flight, panic and careen into a wall. Other times she would just wake up long enough to enjoy the ride. She learned to take some pleasure in it, the wildness of it all. Living, breathing, biting.
She found a drug store, filled with mint M&Ms. Not helpful. She'd wondered if the chocolate would be poisonous enough. If it had been, she didn't find out. She'd lost two weeks in the haze, that or her eye-clock skipped again. Maybe she'd died, maybe she hadn't. Sometimes it felt like she was detoxing all over again.
Drowning hadn't gone so well either. The lust for air was too strong, lungs overpowered the will once again. So she floated on her back, letting the current take her. With relief she realised it would be a way out of the city. Her scarves and skirt drifted away from her body, and finding them distracting, she slid them off, save her favourite scarf, the orange and green one, and unlaced her girdle as well; her teats had shrunk long ago, perhaps before she'd been left in the city. Her tail, thick fur waterlogged, dragged beneath the surface, fish nibbling at it. It tickled, and the sky above sparkled in its pinkness. It was the closest she'd gotten to a proper trip since waking up. Just weightless enough to appreciate her own mass. Every dip and jiggle let the water glide over her fur, like soft paw pads, but everywhere around her. Her ears flicked and the spray glittered and took years to fall.
Then some dumb jerk threw a worm onto her face.
She didn't quite know what to make of that. She just stared balefully at the flabbergasted monkey-like animal staring at her as she floated by.
Then she lifted a paw and gave him the bird.
