Well, here goes. ^^
Username: Toadstool
Kennel Numbers: These characters came from kennel numbers 14 and 20, respectively. :3
Names: On the left is Georges; on the right, Amélie.
Gender: Georges is male, and Amélie is female.
Breed/Species: Georges is some sort of shepherd-cattle dog mix. Amélie, on the other hand, is the product of a terrier and some variety of small, ridiculously fluffy dog.
Personality: Georges's personality, as I have found over the past couple of days, is a bit difficult to put into words. However, that is most certainly not because his character is overly complex -- he is, in truth, quite a simple soul. He has never wanted much, nor does he yearn for frivolous non-necessities or beg for treats or affection. Instead, he accepts what he is given without complaint, and makes the most of it. When it comes to work, he quietly carries out whatever tasks are assigned to him; doing no more and no less than is asked of him, but still putting his best efforts into his duties. In addition to these qualities, Georges is also completely and utterly devoted to his companion and caretaker, who is referred to in his and Amélie's story as "the Elegant Lady."
With age, however, and the presence of Amélie, Georges has developed a tendency to be -- for lack of a better term -- "sarcastically condescending." He looks down on her, but not in a pompous or arrogant way; Amélie's bubbly antics have merely caused him to realize how completely mature he is by comparison. He's rather mystified by her, to be honest -- absolutely baffled by her youth and her naiveté. Whenever he sees her do something puppyish or immature, he cannot help but wonder what is going on inside her tiny little head, and cannot help but remembering that he never engaged in such acts of stupidity as she when he was her age.
Amélie is quite the opposite of Georges. She's not at all laid-back or relaxed, and no, she most certainly will not settle for only what she is given, and she will most certainly not do work without complaint. And if -- on the rare occasion that she consents to carry out some form of labor -- she does do work, she will not go out of her way to do it well, and she will most assuredly be expecting some form of compensation.
These rather unattractive and immature qualities aside, Amélie is a rather pleasant being. Her bright, carefree manner is inexplicably contagious; she exudes a kind of joy that makes all those in her presence -- except Georges, of course -- unfathomably giddy.
She bounces back from things quickly, and, because of this, it's nearly impossible for her to hold a grudge or to stay angry for too long. She's also quite tolerant -- she doesn't mind when her companions' child (referred to in the story as "the Fat Child") pokes and prods her, and she really doesn't seem to care about Georges's views of her. She has no thirst to prove herself to him, for, in her eyes, he's rather prissy. Instead, she enjoys harassing him; constantly testing his patience.
When she's not busy chasing her own tail or annoying Georges, Amélie finds entertainment in stealing pastries from the glass display cases in the main body of the shop where she, Georges, and their companions live. She's not particularly sneaky about it, though she tries her hardest to be stealthy. (Amélie's habit of pastry-stealing is one of the things that amazes Georges the most. First, because he cannot believe that anyone, human or canine, could be so utterly crude; second, because he doesn't understand how Amélie can consume so much sugar and not suffer health defects; and third, because he believes that he could do a much better job of swiping treats than she.)
Background/History: This is meant to be written in movie-script format, and is not meant to be a story in itself. It is merely meant to allow the reader to glimpse Georges and Amélie's everyday life and to visualize their home.
Username: Toadstool
Kennel Numbers: These characters came from kennel numbers 14 and 20, respectively. :3
Names: On the left is Georges; on the right, Amélie.
Gender: Georges is male, and Amélie is female.
Breed/Species: Georges is some sort of shepherd-cattle dog mix. Amélie, on the other hand, is the product of a terrier and some variety of small, ridiculously fluffy dog.
Personality: Georges's personality, as I have found over the past couple of days, is a bit difficult to put into words. However, that is most certainly not because his character is overly complex -- he is, in truth, quite a simple soul. He has never wanted much, nor does he yearn for frivolous non-necessities or beg for treats or affection. Instead, he accepts what he is given without complaint, and makes the most of it. When it comes to work, he quietly carries out whatever tasks are assigned to him; doing no more and no less than is asked of him, but still putting his best efforts into his duties. In addition to these qualities, Georges is also completely and utterly devoted to his companion and caretaker, who is referred to in his and Amélie's story as "the Elegant Lady."
With age, however, and the presence of Amélie, Georges has developed a tendency to be -- for lack of a better term -- "sarcastically condescending." He looks down on her, but not in a pompous or arrogant way; Amélie's bubbly antics have merely caused him to realize how completely mature he is by comparison. He's rather mystified by her, to be honest -- absolutely baffled by her youth and her naiveté. Whenever he sees her do something puppyish or immature, he cannot help but wonder what is going on inside her tiny little head, and cannot help but remembering that he never engaged in such acts of stupidity as she when he was her age.
Amélie is quite the opposite of Georges. She's not at all laid-back or relaxed, and no, she most certainly will not settle for only what she is given, and she will most certainly not do work without complaint. And if -- on the rare occasion that she consents to carry out some form of labor -- she does do work, she will not go out of her way to do it well, and she will most assuredly be expecting some form of compensation.
These rather unattractive and immature qualities aside, Amélie is a rather pleasant being. Her bright, carefree manner is inexplicably contagious; she exudes a kind of joy that makes all those in her presence -- except Georges, of course -- unfathomably giddy.
She bounces back from things quickly, and, because of this, it's nearly impossible for her to hold a grudge or to stay angry for too long. She's also quite tolerant -- she doesn't mind when her companions' child (referred to in the story as "the Fat Child") pokes and prods her, and she really doesn't seem to care about Georges's views of her. She has no thirst to prove herself to him, for, in her eyes, he's rather prissy. Instead, she enjoys harassing him; constantly testing his patience.
When she's not busy chasing her own tail or annoying Georges, Amélie finds entertainment in stealing pastries from the glass display cases in the main body of the shop where she, Georges, and their companions live. She's not particularly sneaky about it, though she tries her hardest to be stealthy. (Amélie's habit of pastry-stealing is one of the things that amazes Georges the most. First, because he cannot believe that anyone, human or canine, could be so utterly crude; second, because he doesn't understand how Amélie can consume so much sugar and not suffer health defects; and third, because he believes that he could do a much better job of swiping treats than she.)
Background/History: This is meant to be written in movie-script format, and is not meant to be a story in itself. It is merely meant to allow the reader to glimpse Georges and Amélie's everyday life and to visualize their home.
- SCENE I: INTRODUCTION/THE KITCHEN
[ {Aerial View: It is halfway between nighttime and dawn; the grassy countryside dimly-lit by that strange, blue half-light. A small town, comprised of neat little stone and redbrick buildings, can be seen from afar, cozily nestled in the shallow groove between two hills. Copses of apple trees surround the little village, as though guarding it from unseen predators. Somewhere in the distance, birds are chirping. After a few moments of this serenity, the sun, vibrant and orange, can be seen rising above the blue-tinged treetops.}
With a sudden whoosh, the camera swoops down towards the sleeping village; arriving at the entry just as dawn breaks. However, instead of slowing down, the camera's speed increases; it moves throughout the town, weaving a complicated path along the cobblestone streets, jumping around corners with jerky impatience.
Every once in a while, the camera will stop and pass through an open window, allowing the viewer to see a blurred image of the happenings inside the room. However, it does not linger for long, but continues along its purposeful path.
Finally, after clumsily conquering one last corner, the camera halts, rather abruptly, before an elaborately-carved wooden sign in the shape of a fish, its scaly body emblazoned with the words: "Poisson Street."
The camera begins a new path: this one straightforward and smooth; calmer. There are no turns; it simply glances at each building along the street in turn, coming to rest upon a quaint stone structure, coated with stucco and ancient cream-colored paint, which is peeling off in curls. Another carved wooden sign -- this one decorated with a raspberry tart and the phrase "Pâtisserie" in bold, golden letters -- hangs from a splintering wooden beam above the doorway.
The camera pans to the right, then zooms into the pâtisserie through the pastry display window. It cuts a straight path through the main body of the shop, then proceeds to the kitchen, where it comes to a halt once more.
At the center of the space is a scrubbed wooden table, at which a man, a woman, and a child are sitting.
The man is handsome, with dark hair and a large and well-oiled handlebar mustache. He is wearing a white collared shirt, a plain tie, and a waistcoat and trousers of some indeterminate dark color -- whether they are brown or black, it's impossible to tell. A cup and saucer of black coffee and anewspaper sit on the table before him.
The woman, in contrast, is very fair, with a pale complexion and golden curls. She wears a white blouse, a neat pencil skirt, and a string of pearls around her neck. In one hand is a bowl of puréed fruit; in the other, a spoon. Beside her, in an elevated chair, sits the child -- small, pink, and pudgy, with a tuft of dark hair upon his head.]
The Man with the Mustache: [Picks up his newspaper, examines the front page for a moment, then opens it; sips his coffee as he reads the article.]
The Elegant Lady: [Looking exapserated, attempts to force a spoonful of puréed fruit into the Fat Child's mouth.]
The Fat Child: [Creases his brow angrily and stubbornly refuses to allow his mother to feed him the fruit. Begins to kick and scream, pounding his little fists against his chair.]
[The scene of the Man with the Mustache, the Elegant Lady, and the Fat Child becomes slightly blurred as the camera pans to the left and zooms slowly into the furthermost corner of the kitchen. Said corner is host to two corduroy cushions, each stitched with a name.
The camera zooms in to view the larger of the two cushions.
Upon the cushion bearing the name "Georges" dozes a regal old dog, his fur -- which is thinning in places and sticks up in tufts -- patterned in gold, brown and cream.
Camera pans to the right and zooms in to view the smaller cushion more closely.
Upon this, the other pillow, which is stitched with the name "Amélie," is a much smaller, younger dog, whose white pelt is thick and glossy. Her fur is covered in chocolatey-brown markings; a pair of aviator goggles rest upon her tiny head.
Camera captures a frontal close-up of Georges; the viewer can only see his head (excluding the tips of his ears), his front paws, and a bit of his cushion.]
Georges: [Opens his right eye and peers in that direction; obviously aiming to catch a glimpse of Amélie.]
[Camera pans to the right to view Amélie.]
Amélie: [Appears to be sleeping quite intently; all four of her stumpy little limbs are in the air; her little pink tongue lolls out the side of her open mouth.]
[Camera pans to the left to view Georges once more.]
Georges: [Rolls his eye and then closes it, preparing to drift back into slumber.]
Amélie: [As soon as Georges closes his eye, rolls over onto her paws and leaps off her cushion; barrels across the kitchen, skittering clumsily on the wooden floorboards. Comes to a halt by the countertop; sits down beside her food dish, wagging her tail excitedly. Turns her head to look at the Man with the Mustache; emits a happy, high-pitched "yip."]
The Man with the Mustache: [Looks up from his paper and glances in the direction from which the "yip" originated; smiles fondly as his eyes find Amélie. Folds his newspaper, sets down his coffee, and rises to his feet. Walks over to Amélie, picks up her food dish, and sets it on the countertop. Opens and overhead cabinet, pulls out a jar; removes lid, takes out scoop of dry food pellets; empties scoop into dish. Glances down at Amélie, winks, smiles, and puts his index finger to his lips, as though to say, "Keep quiet." Quietly removes lid from a glass pastry display stand; extracts a large glazed doughnut, breaks off several small chunks; places chunks in food dish, sets food dish on floor beside Amélie.]
Amélie: [Wags her tail excitedly, lowers her muzzle into her bowl and begins to eat.]
[Camera rotates to view Georges, still lying on his corduroy cushion. Both of his eyes are open, now -- he has been watching Amélie and the Man with the Mustache.]
Georges: [Rolls his eyes once more; rises to his feet, stretches. Shakes his head; trots across the kitchen; nudges the Man with the Mustache's leg.]
The Man with the Mustache: [Looks down at Georges; scratches behind his ears. Picks up a small ceramic bowl painted with Georges's name; empties two scoops of dry food pellets into it; places on floor once more. Returns to his coffee and paper.]
Amélie: [Now finished with her meal; licks her lips; bounds out the kitchen door and into the main body of the pâtisserie.]
The Elegant Lady: [Sighs, obviously defeated by the Fat Child; places spoon in bowl of fruit. Rsies to her feet; walks to sink; places bowl in basin. Makes her way across the room, pauses beside the door, slightly ajar; removes apron from nearby peg, ties it around her waist. Pushes the door open; exits the kitchen.]
The routine is virtually the same each morning: the Man with the Mustache, idly sipping his sugarless coffee as he flicks through the day's paper; the Elegant Lady, forcing some various pudding-like or gelatinous item on her small, fat son, and eventually giving up; Amélie bouncing around the kitchen; Georges watching, somewhat disdainfully, from afar.
Throughout the course of the day, Georges and Amélie will wander in and out of the pâtisserie; Georges usually finding a comfortable spot behind the countertop to rest his paws, where he can be near the Elegant Lady; Amélie winding through the legs of unsuspecting patrons, tripping them as they make their way to the door.
Uses: I intend to put Georges and Amélie to use as characters in stories, role plays, and, perhaps, comic strips. ^^ Should they become my own, there's a chance that I will finish their script -- make it into an actual story, as opposed to an image of their everyday life.
Other: The following are some of Georges and Amélie's likes and dislikes. (:
Georges's Likes & Dislikes:
1. (Likes) Cream: Before he was taken to live with the Elegant Lady, Georges resided on a small farm just outside of town. During his time there, he developed a fondness for cream; the old lady who did the milking adored him, and she'd often slip him a dish of the thick, white stuff when she was finished.
2. (Dislikes) Cats: Especially the fluffy, pampered variety. He has found them to be extremely haughty and condescending, unwilling to divulge any potentially-valuable information unless they see something in it for them; on the whole, quite unpleasant and a complete waste of time.
Amélie's Likes & Dislikes:
1. (Likes) Butterflies:
Although she is perfectly content to remain indoors, being fed bits of tart by the Man with the Mustache, Amélie is quite fond of playing in the back garden. Although she has been strictly forbidden to disturb the flowerveds, she rather enjoys chasing butterflies.
2. (Dislikes) Banana Cream Pie:
A few weeks after her arrival at the pâtisserie, after discovering herself to be a competent pastry-snatcher, Amélie attempted to steal a miniature banan cream pie. However, momentarily distracted by a cat fight in the street, her paws slipped on the glass display case and sent, not one, but all four of the miniature pies up into the air. All but one landed on top of her, and she spent the remainder of the week smelling strongly of banana, while Georges smirked knowingly. Since this humiliation, Amélie has refused to associate herself with the stuff; she cringes at the mere smell of bananas, something which greatly amuses Georges.
Pickled Peppers
=D I think it's finally finished! Whee~ ouo
Throughout the course of the day, Georges and Amélie will wander in and out of the pâtisserie; Georges usually finding a comfortable spot behind the countertop to rest his paws, where he can be near the Elegant Lady; Amélie winding through the legs of unsuspecting patrons, tripping them as they make their way to the door.
Uses: I intend to put Georges and Amélie to use as characters in stories, role plays, and, perhaps, comic strips. ^^ Should they become my own, there's a chance that I will finish their script -- make it into an actual story, as opposed to an image of their everyday life.
Other: The following are some of Georges and Amélie's likes and dislikes. (:
Georges's Likes & Dislikes:
1. (Likes) Cream: Before he was taken to live with the Elegant Lady, Georges resided on a small farm just outside of town. During his time there, he developed a fondness for cream; the old lady who did the milking adored him, and she'd often slip him a dish of the thick, white stuff when she was finished.
2. (Dislikes) Cats: Especially the fluffy, pampered variety. He has found them to be extremely haughty and condescending, unwilling to divulge any potentially-valuable information unless they see something in it for them; on the whole, quite unpleasant and a complete waste of time.
Amélie's Likes & Dislikes:
1. (Likes) Butterflies:
Although she is perfectly content to remain indoors, being fed bits of tart by the Man with the Mustache, Amélie is quite fond of playing in the back garden. Although she has been strictly forbidden to disturb the flowerveds, she rather enjoys chasing butterflies.
2. (Dislikes) Banana Cream Pie:
A few weeks after her arrival at the pâtisserie, after discovering herself to be a competent pastry-snatcher, Amélie attempted to steal a miniature banan cream pie. However, momentarily distracted by a cat fight in the street, her paws slipped on the glass display case and sent, not one, but all four of the miniature pies up into the air. All but one landed on top of her, and she spent the remainder of the week smelling strongly of banana, while Georges smirked knowingly. Since this humiliation, Amélie has refused to associate herself with the stuff; she cringes at the mere smell of bananas, something which greatly amuses Georges.
Pickled Peppers
=D I think it's finally finished! Whee~ ouo
thanks for clearing it up
