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ActRaiserTheReturned said
Last part of the OP


right, sorry. i thought you had made an ooc somewhere. I's prefer to see what other people's characters are before I make my own
where can we find the CS?
Fold your hands Child played softly through through the space ship when Laika woke. The city had been awake for some time and the ruckus from the surrounding factories was what woke Laika. She blinked sleepily and slowly and stared at her clock while her brain struggled to make the connections. She jumped out her make-shift bed hastily as she realised she was close to being late for work. After she leaped to her feet she was suprised to find herself on the floor again: that night she had slept on her wing and now the lifeless limb hung numb by her side. She cursed and using her other 5 limbs to balance out the weight of her one inactive limb she staggered to coffee-making machine at the back of the ship. While the water boiled she yanked on an old stained pair of nylon pants and her usual leather crop top.

Before she could slurp up the coffee she reached for the large tin container next to the tiny fridge and scooped out a teaspoonful of orange pugent powder and stirred it into her coffee. All the liquids on this planet did not have the right chemical balance for her body to process it so weekly she mixed the powder into every drink and sprinkled it on every meal before consumption so she digest it comfortably.

Then she slammed the filthy mug down and grabbed a bag on the floor as she ran out the old raggedy ship. Once in the parking lot she broke immediately into a sprint and beat her large wings one-two-THREE-one-two-three-FOUR-one-two-THREE-one-two-three-FOUR and she was in the air beating hard to gain altitude and speed. Turning in a tight circle over the factory she checked no-one was entering the warehouse where she hid her ship and angled her course for the down town ghettos.

Some pink alien with slimy skin, an overly big and overly wet tongue and small beady eyes gurgled at her from the behind the counter to which she responded in the same wet-croaky language. She stashed her bag in a compartment and pulled on a lumo yellow apron. Behind the building was a large scrapyard filled with rusting ships, cars, boats and a few androids in various sizes. The newest addition to the mass of metal was a new ship painted blue with green smoke erupting from the engine. After putting a code into the box on the side of the ship a large panel opened up and revealed the engine room. A large box filled with wires, pipes and metal boxes. After quick inspection Laika took down a list of parts in the notebook in her apron pocket. Then she jogged off the ship and into the forest of rusty metal. She had to scratch through several Hector-500 car models to get the correct pipping, and took apart a Venus-6.1 to get to the shield mechanism. And dropped all the parts outside the ship in one pile. Then she sat down with a scrubbing brush and a bottle of spray paint to de-rust the parts before taking out the broken and replacing the ship's parts with newly cleaned second hand parts.

When she finished she was given permission to take the ship for a test spin. Laika shut herself in the cockpit and woke the computer system, with a hum the metal monster woke and they shot off into the cosmos. For the size of the ship it had very little power and Tayla really had to push the ship to reach 2000 km/p/s. After a disappointing sprint through the cosmos she turned around and turned the ship back for the mechanics shop back on the dusty grey moon it came from.

She gave the keys back to the disgusting pink slob and he spittled more instructions at her. As she turned to go back to the scrap yard the little creature reached out one large slimy paw and ran it up her leg. Laika tuned around and with a crack raked her fingernails up the creatures arm drawing a thin line of blood. "What about your wife Herman, it would be an awful shame if she found out your filthy habits again wouldn't it?" The blob drew back into his chair and faced the door of the shop, his cut slowly oozing clear blood. She sat against the wall just inside the scrap yard and listened for when the next customer came. Across the yard two thorn-birds scratched in the dirt, their high pitched clucks filling the yard. And she cursed Gortex once again, for the countless time, she cursed him.
If you want to make your CS, so I can get a feel of it, then I'll set up mine
Hey guys I updated and neatened out my CS I think if my character could be introduced by accident, eavesdropping in a bar or bumping into each other in a mechanics shop (will make the most sense) since I have not given my character's history.
Let me know if you would like to get this going
Is this going anywhere because I like the idea?
Tayla sat at the bar, swigging her cheap beer that tasted like somebody brewed in a metal barrel in their garage. The untalented boy with greasy uncared for hair wailed into the microphone somewhere in the back, some whiny song written to a girl about how his testicles exploded in his face when he saw her, and how he wished she would wrap her mouth around him. Some guy with a pink neck on the opposite end of the bar was rubbing up some girl with bushy curly hair. Then when she threw her drink on him he got aggressive and packed a punch across her jaw. A general sprawl broke out as people leaped to the girl's revenge. Tayla rolled her eyes and looked back down at her drink. She realised she had finished it. She scratched in her pockets for a coin and couldn't find another. She pushed herself away from the bar and strolled out the bar. Some guy that reeked of alcohol stepped infront of her. He leaned down and pressed his cold blue lips against her ear, she couldn't make out what he said through the slurs but she knew she didn't have time for it. "Back off pal, I'm too good for you" Tayla pushed him back and saw he was that cocky guy with one eye from a few nights ago "You" she hissed. The corner of his lip twitched up and she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him toward the exit of the club.

The bouncer stepped out the way as Tayla literally threw the guy out the bar and he landed in the street and staggered for a bit. "Come now baby don't be like that" he slurred and a car zoomed blowing it's horn at him. "Ah fight me ya bas-" the guy stumbled back tripping over himself. Tayla stormed over to him, grabbed him by the throat and carried him, slamming him into the wall. "I told you, stay out." Tayla looked up at the man with slitted eyes. "B-baby give me tonight, I can make you -" He was cut of by her chocking him and gurgled. "Don't try that with me, pig" she snarled and pulled back her arm. The man tried to pry her fingers off his throat and she released him slightly, only to slam her fist square into his jaw. Two teeth flew out his mouth as his head was tossed back and hit the wall. She let him fall and the man fell backwards and slid down the wall. He regained a bit of conciousness, he punched out towards Tayla and she ducked. She she rose to strike back she drew her sword and in the other hand formed a fist. Her long katana slid easily out the expensive alien-leather sheath and became an extension of her arm. Her fist flew straight and true straight into the man's nose. Shattering it and driving it back into his skull.

Now Tayla held the immobile man at the end of her sword. Passer-bys were staring them. "Tell your buddies we have no space for shit in this neighbourhood. And if they don't believe you give me a call." She let the man fall on the ground and crawl away with one hard kick to the stomach. She sulked off down the road, the streetlights gave the road an orange glow and when the street was at last empty she broke into a run and spread her wings. Taking off was difficult but once she was in the air it was easy to glide between skyscrapers and over the streets. The city looked quiet at night, the majority of law-abiding citizens safe and warm in the beds. Away from the slums. In the industrial area of the city was a broken down warehouse. She glided down to the parking lot and fell onto her knees. Sliding the noisy wooden door to the side she uncovered her old, trusty ship, outdated, old, falling apart but she'll get you from A to B. Hopefully.

Inside the ship a computer blurted out the days news and weather report while Tayla pulled on her over sized T-shirt and boxers. CDs and books lay everywhere and Tayla tossed a pile of take away boxes off her "bed' before falling into it. The bed was really several cheap mattresses she had acquired over the years with a few blankets, a pillow and an old soft toy from her childhood. She lay there in the dark, some politician slowly saying the same thing over in several different word orders over the radio, and wondered. If she really did get to Gortex? Would life really improve? With her eyes closed she imagined two realities, one where she would end her life tomorrow morning and one where she would be back on her home planet: her mum, brother and pets running around happily. And she would feel the warm sun on her face, and she'd discuss boys and clothes with her friends and her mum would welcome her home with a smile and a warm plate of never ending food. But of course she neither could happen and with heavy shoulders, she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
Ryu said
Yo, it's fine, it's just an inside joke. I can provide some more context if needed, but it's a joke between Rosemoss, Key, and I.Although I thank you for speaking out~


no problem, i just dont want people on this site randomly swearing at each other.
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