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ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｖｅｇａｓ ｌｉｇｈｔｓ
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Greetings. My name's Blaidd Drwg, but you're welcome to call me anything that fits suit. I'm a teenage girl on the hunt for my dream Deerssert. Let me tell you, so far, this guy seems to be the one. His glasses, his scarf, his entire attitude; it's all that I've ever wanted to see in a Deer. So, I'll be doing my best to impress you the judge, and to make this boy stand out.
But that's enough about me.
Let's get this party started.
Greetings. My name's Blaidd Drwg, but you're welcome to call me anything that fits suit. I'm a teenage girl on the hunt for my dream Deerssert. Let me tell you, so far, this guy seems to be the one. His glasses, his scarf, his entire attitude; it's all that I've ever wanted to see in a Deer. So, I'll be doing my best to impress you the judge, and to make this boy stand out.
But that's enough about me.
Let's get this party started.
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｖｉｌｌａｉｎｓ ｓｐｅｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｅｅｋｅｎｄ
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name
The name's Mickey Toller, but his family calls him Mer.
He was named on the account of his uncle, who, at the time of Mickey's birth, was rather ill. His parents assumed that the relative would pass on, so they decided to honour him by naming their fawn after him. The name fit the little fawn, but it wasn't long before he had to stop using it around his family. It turned out that Mickey's uncle pulled through; it was great news, but it grew rather confusing, having two deer in the same family with the same name. So, to differentiate between the two, the uncle was usually just called Mickey, and the fawn was called by his nickname - Mer, a name he'd found himself growing to like over the years. As much as the nickname appeals to him, though, he still introduces himself as Mickey. It's a sort of metaphor, to him, to introduce himself with his plain name - he'd rather be known as who he really is than hide behind a fake identity.
The name's Mickey Toller, but his family calls him Mer.
He was named on the account of his uncle, who, at the time of Mickey's birth, was rather ill. His parents assumed that the relative would pass on, so they decided to honour him by naming their fawn after him. The name fit the little fawn, but it wasn't long before he had to stop using it around his family. It turned out that Mickey's uncle pulled through; it was great news, but it grew rather confusing, having two deer in the same family with the same name. So, to differentiate between the two, the uncle was usually just called Mickey, and the fawn was called by his nickname - Mer, a name he'd found himself growing to like over the years. As much as the nickname appeals to him, though, he still introduces himself as Mickey. It's a sort of metaphor, to him, to introduce himself with his plain name - he'd rather be known as who he really is than hide behind a fake identity.
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ｔｈｅ ｄｅｅｐ ｅｎｄ
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Mickey is, if you couldn't tell by now, a male. But he's no flat-out, kiss-a-girl-and-go kind of guy. Instead, he's more of a free-as-a-bird, watch-me-run guy. He's entirely uninterested in romance; he's been asexual since he was a youngster. There's no particular reason - he just never felt any sort of attraction towards anyone, and was always confused by the idea of intimate relationships. So, they were never his priority. Of course, discovering he was asexual didn't change anything about him. He's always been his same old self. Really, the only thing it means is that whenever he calls anyone 'babe,' as he tends to, it's nothing more than an affectionate nickname.
Mickey is, if you couldn't tell by now, a male. But he's no flat-out, kiss-a-girl-and-go kind of guy. Instead, he's more of a free-as-a-bird, watch-me-run guy. He's entirely uninterested in romance; he's been asexual since he was a youngster. There's no particular reason - he just never felt any sort of attraction towards anyone, and was always confused by the idea of intimate relationships. So, they were never his priority. Of course, discovering he was asexual didn't change anything about him. He's always been his same old self. Really, the only thing it means is that whenever he calls anyone 'babe,' as he tends to, it's nothing more than an affectionate nickname.
ｗｅ'ｒｅ ｓｗｉｍｍｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｓｈａｒｋｓ ｕｎｔｉｌ ｗｅ ｄｒｏｗｎ
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personality
Mickey's a fun-loving creature. He's always been smooth and suave - it's just in his nature. It's a good thing, too, because he's a gregarious creature. He craves the company of others and shuns loneliness. He'll make friends with just about anything that moves, but he does often gravitate towards one group of friends to be around. Talking is his fortè and, as much as he loves jokes, he can't tell them. It's easy to make him laugh; he'll chuckle at a punchline no matter how bad it was. He's not afraid of anything, especially not popular opinion. He'll wear what he wants, do what he wants, say what he wants. Since he's so crowd-oriented, he's found that one of his favourite things to do is act. He acts in plays, he acts in musicals, and he'll even act out last week's dinner conversation if you want him to.
Even though his greatest goal in life is to make it big as an actor, he actually finds it very hard to memorise lines and can sometimes take a terribly long time to do so. This doesn't help his career much at all. Still, he continues on with the support of his friends pushing him forward.
Mickey's a fun-loving creature. He's always been smooth and suave - it's just in his nature. It's a good thing, too, because he's a gregarious creature. He craves the company of others and shuns loneliness. He'll make friends with just about anything that moves, but he does often gravitate towards one group of friends to be around. Talking is his fortè and, as much as he loves jokes, he can't tell them. It's easy to make him laugh; he'll chuckle at a punchline no matter how bad it was. He's not afraid of anything, especially not popular opinion. He'll wear what he wants, do what he wants, say what he wants. Since he's so crowd-oriented, he's found that one of his favourite things to do is act. He acts in plays, he acts in musicals, and he'll even act out last week's dinner conversation if you want him to.
Even though his greatest goal in life is to make it big as an actor, he actually finds it very hard to memorise lines and can sometimes take a terribly long time to do so. This doesn't help his career much at all. Still, he continues on with the support of his friends pushing him forward.
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ｔｈｅ ｖｅｇａｓ ｌｉｇｈｔｓ
history
All his life Mickey has been interested in acting, so all of his life he's been doing it. However, no matter how hard he'd try, he always ended up forgetting more than one of his lines. Memorisation is not and never was one of his strong skills. Luckily, though, his friends were willing to help. Once a week, when he felt he needed some assistance, he'd call them all over to his place to help him read his lines. Initially, everyone showed up and read out the script to him with enthusiasm. But, after a while, they all found that they had something else to do and the number of helpers dwindled down to just two. This remaining deer, a female, who always had a magical air about her and wore a strange scarf, always managed to find the time in her busy day to come over and relay his lines until he had them down. They both worked hard and grew closer as friends as they did so, and it really did pay off. Mickey's memory began to improve, and he began to need help less and less. It was around this time that his new-found best friend made an announcement during one of their sessions. She was moving far away.
The news upset Mickey. In all his life he'd never lost a friend. He knew she had no choice, but he still felt as if she were abandoning him. So, in consolation, the deer decided to give Mickey a special gift. On the morning of her departure, on her way to the airport, she popped by his house to drop it off.
The gift she'd brought, she claimed, was special - one of a kind. Though it appeared to Mickey to be nothing more than the same old green and white scarf she'd always wear, he knew she was right. Like she, the scarf gave off a puzzling air. It seemed... energetic. As he watched her unfurl the thing from her neck it seemed to twitch and writhe as it fluttered toward the ground. Mickey had kept his eyes locked on it warily even as his friend spoke.
"This scarf is special to me," she'd said quickly. Mickey knew she'd had a plane coming, and she would have to hurry. "You know that. But it's not just the sentiment that makes it important, Mickey. I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but it's a bit more lively than other scarves. I'd explain if I had time, really, but for now all I can tell you is that it's not the scarf you've always seen. It'll keep you company."
And, oh, did it. After his friend had said her last tear-filled goodbyes Mickey was left to inspect his new gift. And from there a new kind of friendship was born.
All his life Mickey has been interested in acting, so all of his life he's been doing it. However, no matter how hard he'd try, he always ended up forgetting more than one of his lines. Memorisation is not and never was one of his strong skills. Luckily, though, his friends were willing to help. Once a week, when he felt he needed some assistance, he'd call them all over to his place to help him read his lines. Initially, everyone showed up and read out the script to him with enthusiasm. But, after a while, they all found that they had something else to do and the number of helpers dwindled down to just two. This remaining deer, a female, who always had a magical air about her and wore a strange scarf, always managed to find the time in her busy day to come over and relay his lines until he had them down. They both worked hard and grew closer as friends as they did so, and it really did pay off. Mickey's memory began to improve, and he began to need help less and less. It was around this time that his new-found best friend made an announcement during one of their sessions. She was moving far away.
The news upset Mickey. In all his life he'd never lost a friend. He knew she had no choice, but he still felt as if she were abandoning him. So, in consolation, the deer decided to give Mickey a special gift. On the morning of her departure, on her way to the airport, she popped by his house to drop it off.
The gift she'd brought, she claimed, was special - one of a kind. Though it appeared to Mickey to be nothing more than the same old green and white scarf she'd always wear, he knew she was right. Like she, the scarf gave off a puzzling air. It seemed... energetic. As he watched her unfurl the thing from her neck it seemed to twitch and writhe as it fluttered toward the ground. Mickey had kept his eyes locked on it warily even as his friend spoke.
"This scarf is special to me," she'd said quickly. Mickey knew she'd had a plane coming, and she would have to hurry. "You know that. But it's not just the sentiment that makes it important, Mickey. I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but it's a bit more lively than other scarves. I'd explain if I had time, really, but for now all I can tell you is that it's not the scarf you've always seen. It'll keep you company."
And, oh, did it. After his friend had said her last tear-filled goodbyes Mickey was left to inspect his new gift. And from there a new kind of friendship was born.
ｔｈｅ ｌｉｅｓ ａｎｄ ａｆｆｅｃｔａｔｉｏｎｓ
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scarf's name
As far as Mickey had known, the green and white scarf had never been named, so it was left up to him to think of something.The scarf, as Mickey likes to think, is a female, so therefore it must have a feminine name. Unfortunately, where Mickey was a great actor, he was terrible at coming up with original ideas. He tried naming the scarf after the first thing he saw, and after his friend who left, among other uncreative attempts. However, none of the names ever seemed to stick. It wasn't until the scarf decided to snatch up a pencil and write her own name down did Mickey find a nice one. Of course, the name it chose seemed a bit odd at first, but it grew on him quickly. Now he's happy to call her Gail.
As far as Mickey had known, the green and white scarf had never been named, so it was left up to him to think of something.The scarf, as Mickey likes to think, is a female, so therefore it must have a feminine name. Unfortunately, where Mickey was a great actor, he was terrible at coming up with original ideas. He tried naming the scarf after the first thing he saw, and after his friend who left, among other uncreative attempts. However, none of the names ever seemed to stick. It wasn't until the scarf decided to snatch up a pencil and write her own name down did Mickey find a nice one. Of course, the name it chose seemed a bit odd at first, but it grew on him quickly. Now he's happy to call her Gail.
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about the scarf
Unbeknownst to Mickey, Gail was not always one deer's property. Her life started out when, in the cold of winter, a bored elderly deer took the last remaining bits of thread she had and strung together a scarf. Her taste in designs was rather odd; she'd always enjoyed square shapes, and it was visible in the odd way she knitted the stripes and tassels into the scarf. But that didn't matter to her. She was just happy to wear whatever would keep her warm. Besides, knitting it had given her something to do.
As knitting was a hobby of hers, she did have more than enough scarves, so when the cold ended she set out to sell what she'd made. The garments all sold quickly, for a low price, to whomever happened to pass by. One of these passers-by just so happened to be a travelling salesman specialising in the strange and mystifying. The scarf that he purchased was nothing special at first, but as soon as he got back to his shop he got to work. Gail can't quite remember how or why, but she felt a sort of buzzing sensation and suddenly she was there. Alive, threads moving, fingers flying.
The salesman didn't keep her, though. He did what merchants do best, and soon she was wrapped tightly around the neck of Mickey's best friend. The doe, at the time, had little to do and was often rather lonely, so she'd bought the alleged 'enchanted' scarf as a companion of sorts. Sadly, though, neither of them ever really bonded with each other. The doe still wore the scarf, however, she knew she couldn't let anyone know that Gail was a living thing - it was just too odd. So, she had her lie low whenever the two were in front of others. And, while Gail was relaxed and somewhat lethargic around the doe, she always buzzed with excitement around Mickey. When it came time for the doe to leave Gail practically begged to be left with the buck, and Mickey's doe friend was fine with the idea.
Now that Gail's with Mickey she's no longer a boring old scarf. She and Mickey both flaunt the idea of a living scarf. Mickey lets her do whatever she likes - although, if he were to ever ask her to do something she didn't want to, she'd really be more likely to disobey him. She's wild and does whatever she feels like doing when she's comfortable - no amount of love for an owner could keep her from being herself. Really, she and Mickey are a perfect match.
Unbeknownst to Mickey, Gail was not always one deer's property. Her life started out when, in the cold of winter, a bored elderly deer took the last remaining bits of thread she had and strung together a scarf. Her taste in designs was rather odd; she'd always enjoyed square shapes, and it was visible in the odd way she knitted the stripes and tassels into the scarf. But that didn't matter to her. She was just happy to wear whatever would keep her warm. Besides, knitting it had given her something to do.
As knitting was a hobby of hers, she did have more than enough scarves, so when the cold ended she set out to sell what she'd made. The garments all sold quickly, for a low price, to whomever happened to pass by. One of these passers-by just so happened to be a travelling salesman specialising in the strange and mystifying. The scarf that he purchased was nothing special at first, but as soon as he got back to his shop he got to work. Gail can't quite remember how or why, but she felt a sort of buzzing sensation and suddenly she was there. Alive, threads moving, fingers flying.
The salesman didn't keep her, though. He did what merchants do best, and soon she was wrapped tightly around the neck of Mickey's best friend. The doe, at the time, had little to do and was often rather lonely, so she'd bought the alleged 'enchanted' scarf as a companion of sorts. Sadly, though, neither of them ever really bonded with each other. The doe still wore the scarf, however, she knew she couldn't let anyone know that Gail was a living thing - it was just too odd. So, she had her lie low whenever the two were in front of others. And, while Gail was relaxed and somewhat lethargic around the doe, she always buzzed with excitement around Mickey. When it came time for the doe to leave Gail practically begged to be left with the buck, and Mickey's doe friend was fine with the idea.
Now that Gail's with Mickey she's no longer a boring old scarf. She and Mickey both flaunt the idea of a living scarf. Mickey lets her do whatever she likes - although, if he were to ever ask her to do something she didn't want to, she'd really be more likely to disobey him. She's wild and does whatever she feels like doing when she's comfortable - no amount of love for an owner could keep her from being herself. Really, she and Mickey are a perfect match.
ｗｅ'ｒｅ ｗｉｎｎｉｎｇ 'ｔｉｌ ｔｈｅ ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ'ｓ ｃｏｍｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ
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mickey's likes
acting
singing
chatting
cold weather
attention
fashion
soft cotton
making friends
parties
acting
singing
chatting
cold weather
attention
fashion
soft cotton
making friends
parties
- mickey's dislikes
forgetting his lines
being left alone
heat
the sun in his eyes
romance
- gail's likes
mickey
communicating through writing
a warm neck to wrap around
anything fun and loud
coat racks
fires
nay-sayers
washing machines
being mistaken for a regular old scarf
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no limit; i don't mind long or short reads.
