The Darker Side of the Street

Maddy

I was slightly miffed that Desivy had ignored me. I returned to my bench and began strumming my guitar again. "Tortured Dreamers would love to to have you as our new guitar player." I watched Elliot's reaction. He seemed ecstatic. I shighed and turned back to my guitar. Well, there goes my chance of a lifetime. You should have just asked! I sat there for a minute more, then got up and began walking. Sitting there wasn't helping a bit.

"Father?" I call up the stairs, shutting the door behind Elliot. "Has the package arrived yet?" "Ah, yes. The package." My father says from the top of the stairs, a smile showing off his yellowing fangs. "Please, please, come see! Why, good morning, Mr.Aldridge. And how are you?" "Very good, Headmaster Letity. What exactly is in this package?" He asks my father. Papa just laughs. "You will see, young Elliot, you will see."

We reach the thick oak door of the animal laboratory (my father is somewhat of a mad scientist), and stop. The doorknob is glowing red. I can't help but giggle excitedly. "Open the door, Papa. Please?" I ask desperately. With a dark grin, he opens the door, not even flinching as the hot metal touches his skin. Inside the room, a great black beast turns towards us. The scales on it's body glimmering as the candlelight flickers off of the animal's thick hide. I hear Elliot draw in a sharp breath. "Is this....Is that what I think it is?" I smile, staring into the creatures blood-red eyes.

"Yes, Elliot, it is." I say, smiling as a bookcase goes up in blue flames. "I have a full-blood dragon in my house."

Side note:

I'm going to add a new character, one of the players in Tortured Dreamers. I hope you all know I am still accepting new characters, just not many more.



name: Angel Surma

Age: 17

grade: he skips around whenever he wants to, considering he is at a different level for every single subject

race: demon

appearance: Average height, pale, muscly, deep, deep blue eyes, just like the night sky, light brown/white hair (white hair when he feels any kind of extreme emotion), black feathery wings, really skinny. When he goes demon-psycho his eyes turn completely black

weaknesses/strengths: Angel is very loving and careful. He's pretty quiet, and he gets headaches easily. He is very gentle with everything, but when he gets mad, you DO NOT want to be within a five mile radius of him. He goes psycho when he gets mad, and can often do very, very stupid things. He is always saying sorry, too. He takes the blame too easily, but he just so sweet! Um, he's strong and athletic, and can fly.

likes/dislikes: Angle loves music, and friends, and food. He hates mean people, or people who make fun of people. He hates feeling mad, or sad, or hurt. He likes animals and drawing and poetry and calligraphy and going to clubs and running and flying and motorcycles. He doesn't like feeling afraid, or hot dogs, or beards. He likes mustaches though, just not on him. He thinks they're funny.

Other: Angel is bi, so he's up for love from anyone! He is drummer for Tortured Dreamers, and he has a little crush (that he hasn't even realized yet!) on Faye, and a very well known one on Anton.

I saw Elliot follow Desivy into her house, a smile on his lips. I sighed. That's right Elliot, smile. You've stolen my dream. I shook my head, banishing those thoughts. It's your own fault. If you wanted the position, you should have asked for it. I headed in the direction of the park. I needed to sort my thoughts out.

After a while I got there. I sat down on another bench. The park was normally empty and quiet. I liked it, though people wouldn't have guessed it. I strummed my guitar absently. I liked to do that while I thought.

Cypher

I strode angrily down the street, barely pausing when i knocked some girl clean off her feet. School was tomorrow and Mac had been taken great pleasure in winding me up about it. My heavy boots ground the gravel drive to dust beneath my feet.
I kicked the door open and stomped upstairs toward my room. The door next to it was slightly ajar and i could hear OOne blasting out of the stereo. I popped my head around the door to see Mac, sitting at his desk, calmly tweexering the limbs of a daddy long legs.
"Hey you ready for school yet?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah. No thanks to you. You could have at least reminded me." I snarled.
"Whatever" he laughed. I turned and walked off. This year was going to be good.

Elliot
"Whoa Des, what...where-where did you get that?" Elliot asked with a huge grin on his face. A dragon? He had always liked dragons, his demon side always had a hidden admiration for dragons, or actually jealousy since he was a helf bree and couldn't turn into a dragon.

"A gift" She answered calmly. "Isn't he precious?"

"Des, he's the coolest thing ever!" He said, striding forward the dragon."Do you think I can touch it?"

"I'm not sure, I think you can, any side effects are not my fault" She said laughing.

He walked toward the dragon, not abit afraid but fascinated. It looked magestic, the glimmering black scales appeared to glow without any halp of the lights. He stretched his hand and touched the cold, black scales. They felt hard, cold but still awesome.

Anastasia
I talked to Faye and Calvin a long while. The description of my vacations eventually came even when I surely didn't want to describe them. It was quite late now, so we decided to go wander the school once again. as we were wlaking I saw Maddy and went up to her.

**Can Anastasia be friends, or at least talk to Maddy?***

----Finish later gotta change computers------

**white shadow, does this have a plot?
And I think we should make a DT too****

Hey guys we have a DT now, so you might want to check it out. I put some additional info on there about the plot/Desivy's dad. Thanks!

((will post tomorrow or the day after, depending))

Maddy

I looked up from my guitar as Anastasia walked up to me. I smiled. "Hey Ana."

Ana smiled back. "Hey Maddy. You look lonely."

I shrugged. "I dunno, I'm just a bit upset right now."

Ana's expression became serious. "Why?"

I bit my lip. "Elliot was just offered the position of the guitarist in Tortured Dreamers, and he accepted it. I suppose I should have just asked for the job."

Anastasia

"Maddy, we both know she would have picked Elliot." I said, it was not the most recomforting thing but it was true. They wre best friends, she would have picked Elliot over Metallica's Lars Ulrich.

"Yeah, you're right" she said, her face a little disappointed still. It was then that I thought about something that could work but wasn't sure if she accepted.

"HOw about we start a band? YOu know you, ema and make some casting to get the drummer, the bass guitar player, blah, blah, blah"
She looked at me with an awed expression, sor of an is she crazy expression. But as I thought the idea, it wasnt that bad at all.

Hey. You know I said I'll post my profile later. Can I write it later today? Right now I'm in school.

**Could someone kindly bring in Anton?**

Hey there everybody! Yeah, well....

Here's what I'm thinking. Maybe after a few posts to wrap things up we can skip to the evening (it's around noon in the story, as I understand it), which means we can get to tomorrow morning quickly (in the story), which means school will start and we can all be easily introduced! If we haven't already, I mean. If you have any better ideas or comments or concerns or whatever else, then just post them in the DT.


Thanks! Nutty

I would like to join please. This is my character:

NAME: Rozalee Hempshire (or Rose)

AGE: 14 (Year 9)

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Her strengths are inflicting pain with her mind (feels like burning or needles being stabbed in all over), she can use fire againest people and she is quite strong. Her weaknesses are: Water (it burns), and the only thing that can kill her is unknown.

CREATURE: Demon

APPEARANCE: Short for her age (161cm), long auburn hair (reaches her waist) poker-straight, very black eyes, pale skin and a stare that can kill. She is only seen in red and/or black clothing and leaves her hair hanging and doesn't even pin it up.