||[Jul. 24th, 2006|12:12 pm]
Enter the demented minds....
First sketch. Just reestablishing characters and banter, seeing as... there wasn't much character definition in our old stories, except for Tylar. (You should be happy to know that his personality his remained.) And no, they're not all going to be written in script form. I just felt lazy today.|
Aransas: Hmm... I'm hungry.
Tylar: Why don't you have breakfast?
Aransas: I can't. I'm still a little woozy after the move.
Tylar: What move?
Charlene: Didn't you notice? We got sucked into a really strange vortex this time, Tylar....
Dark: Tell me about it. I think I know what you meant about feeling 'woozy,' Aransas--
Tylar: Oh. Then where are we?
Dark: I dunno. I think I saw a signpost a little way back.
Charlene: Yeah, why don't you hike back and tell us, Tylar?
Tylar: Are you joking? There could be... er... wolves back there!
Aransas: Wolves? You aren't serious, are you?
Tylar: Apparently not.
Charlene: Just a second, I'll go back. *flies off*
Dark: I love it when she does that. ^_^
Aransas: Eurgh... my stomach....
Aransas: *throws a rock at him*
Dark: What's taking her so long?
Aransas: Maybe she ran into those wolves, eh, Tylar?
Tylar: Oh, shut up.
Dark: No, seriously guys, I'm a little worried....
Aransas: Dark, she's been gone a grand total of... what? A minute? Gods, give it a rest for once, would you?
Dark: Yeah, I guess you're right.
*fifteen second silence*
Dark: No, really, do you think she's hurt or something?
Tylar: I told you! It was the wolves!
Aransas: I'm beginning to agree with you, Tylar--
Tylar: Really? WOW! *runs off to mark calendar*
Aransas: *rolls eyes* Excepting the fact that most wolves don't fly.
Tylar: *glares and puts calendar away*
Dark: I'm going to go check up on her--
Charlene: *flies up and lands* No need. I'm back.
Dark: Well? Where are we?
Charlene: I'm not sure. It's a place I've never heard of before....
Charlene: Some place called....
Dark, Tylar, and Aransas: Yeah?
Charlene: *darkly* LiveJournal.