by GressgrinAST » Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:20 am
♦ username:
adventureswordtora
♦ name:
Tilly
♦ gender:
Female
♦ personality:
Although ditzy and very excitable, Tilly is bright, intelligent, and often gives erudite responses to the simplest of questions. She can define many uncommon words on sight, and spell them when she hears them for the first time, leading many to falsely believe that she's a wise young girl who has no time for useless activities such as hanging out with her friends or the like.
Not only is this incorrect, it's the complete opposite of how she acts; although she may know the definitions and spellings of words most others her age have never even heard used in a sentence, and recite half the Periodic Table of Elements without hesitation, she often doesn't put her knowledge to good use, and rather she tries to not use her intelligence at all because she fears becoming an outcast like every nerd on television is depicted as being.
♦ story:
Tilly paced backwards and forwards in the quiet, dark hallway, her eats laid back flat against her skull and a worried expression spread across her face. Her eyes were darting from door to door, each marked with a different number, and every so often her tail would flick rapidly, her icicles causing her every breath to grow visible in the low light as a cloud of condensation. A small, timid whimper made its way out of her mouth as she glanced over to the one locked door at the bottom of the hallway, at least ten centimetres taller than the other doors and marked in crusty white letters with the word BOSS.
She could hear muffled yet distinctly angry yells coming from inside the locked room, accompanied by the sounds of paws slamming down on a desk and growled threats that could barely be heard over the cacophony of other noises. It was making Tilly nervous. Any moment now, she would be called upon to enter the room, and it would be her turn to lose her mind with anger and have her vision fogged with red. She didn't like herself when she was angry; nobody liked her when she was angry, and certainly nobody would want to cooperate with somebody with anger issues. Sure, she was usually calm and all, but she could let out a mean screech when she was annoyed, and she knew it.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Out stormed a very angry-looking icicle bat, followed closely by a bespectacled young male whose relaxed body language spoke of calmness and peace, but narrowed eyes saying otherwise. Both were shouting at the top of their lungs, although the former's words of choice seemed a little more vulgar than the latter's. Tilly moved her head to the side in order to peer into the room. It was covered in scraps of ripped paper, the table bore several deep scratches, and the windows were close to shattering. Tilly gulped. Even she didn't get this angry.
"Alright," a calm male voice called from the opposite end of the hallway. Tilly swivelled around and watched as the male icicle bat made his way towards her, limping on one leg and adjusting his glasses as he walked. She looked back at the room. It was very intimidating, what with evidence of the destruction of multiple pieces of furniture scattered across the floor and the way the furious screams from earlier still seemed to echo through the corridor.
Both icicle bats entered the room. The male stalked over to the desk, his head hanging low and his tail between his legs, and picked up a stack of messy papers in his paws. Tilly, on the other hand, was busy trying to avoid stepping on the shards of glass and splinters of wood that carpeted the floor while simultaneously moving her head backwards and forwards, up and down, taking everything in. There were two small stone gargoyles mounted on the far wall from the door, and a rusted iron chandelier gently swaying over their heads. Two old-fashioned candles stood burning silently, one on either side of the door. Apparently, those were the only objects that hadn't been completely destroyed.
Tilly's train of thought was halted as the other icicle bat let out a small cough, and she turned to face him. He was still disheveled, but the angry look in his eyes had begun to fade. Tilly smiled at him.
"Can I have a job?' she grinned, a ditzy tone taking over her voice. The other icicle bat chuckled to himself.
"I don't know. Can you?"
The two sat there, staring at each other for goodness knows how long. They were studying each other in the way a challenger studies an alpha wolf, just to make sure his valiant fight to gain a home with the pack isn't in vain; while Tilly was obviously trying to intimidate the male, he was just looking at her calmly, which in turn unnerved the female even further. He drew a sharp breath, then paused.
"...Yes. Yes, you can have a job here."
Last edited by
GressgrinAST on Sun Sep 20, 2015 8:59 pm, edited 5 times in total.
