Excr: Maniacal Distaste

((This excerpt is a perfect description of Thorn, and her wonderful quirks. I often use this story to describe her.))

“You know, Thorn…” The voice of the gang leader, though smooth and charming, was beginning to wear on her nerves. At this comment, her hands tensed, causing the fork in her hand to snap which only added to her irritation. The man beside her didn’t seem to notice.

“You come across as a mean, heartless bitch.” Ja’k twirled his fork in thought, jabbing the pronged utensil in the general direction of Thorn’s heart. “But you care. It just takes a trained eye to see it.”

On the other side of her, Thade snorted, spraying potatoes onto the table. Thorn didn’t move for a moment, her blindfolded gaze didn’t shift from her plate as her face twitched, blood trickling down her cheek. She toyed with the pronged end of her broken fork as a grin split her face.

“You think?” She asked as if genuinely curious. Her voice was coated with sugar and innocence. Beside her, still oblivious to the wolf he’d just angered, Ja’k nodded and stabbed a chunk of meat. Thorn tilted her head though her gaze remained on her plate. “You know, I… I do…” Her voice faltered as if trying to find the words; beside her, Thade let out a nervous squeak.

“I do…” In one swift motion she twisted the broken fork in her fingers and stabbed the prongs through Ja’k’s hand, pinning it to the table. Utterly surprised by the attack, Ja’k screamed in pain and tried to pull the twisted metal from the table. Thorn cackled her maniacal cackle and scooped up Ja’k’s discarded fork.

“I do, so, love the sound of screams.” She plucked a piece of meat from her plate and chewed happily, reveling in the sound of suffering beside her. Thade chuckled a bit, going back to his meal.

“I love you, Thorn.” He giggled cheerfully, laughing a bit harder as Thorn punched his kidney. 

Excr: Fatal Disgust

((Here is a piece, the first one I ever wrote pertaining to this story. Or, more specifically, this is the piece that started Underlying Scar))

When I found her, only the sex-hungry mongrels that were molesting her could have known she was a girl. Her hair was short and frayed from being cut by a blunt object, as well as matted and gray with dirt. She had no figure, as was appropriate of a girl her age. She wore pants that were too short, and a loose shirt with torn off sleeves. Goggles were perched on her head, and she had no shoes. She looked, for all the world, like a young boy.

But there are certain people in the city of Tsiwo'k who make it their business to decipher male from female. And those were the type that were clawing at her clothes the moment I turned the corner that day. They were growling and giggling like mad, tearing off her shirt as she barely put up a fight.

I had stood there, fixated on how low we'd fallen that grown men would prey on little girls in such a manner. In broad daylight no less. But, what did they care? Who was going to stop them? I looked around, and saw the bustling streets not even glance her way let alone pause to help. No one was going to help her.

I turned to look back at the perverse scene.

It seemed as though she didn't care that she was being manhandled. She fought the mongrels weakly, without heart. Her screams barely above a normal tone of voice. Yes, it seemed as if she didn't mind. But I knew better.

Her wrists were rail thin, and now that her shirt was off you could see her ribs easily. Her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes dull. It was not that she didn't care, she didn't have the strength to fight. Most likely, she had been recently orphaned and didn't know how to survive yet. She was starving.

My hands then clenched into fists. I was furious with it all. The perverts attacking her, the city folk for simply walking past, the city itself for starving the poor girl. I was sick of it, and I wasn't going to take it anymore.

"Oi!" I said, my voice laced with anger. The men didn't even look up from the girl. She, however, glanced my way. Her eyes full of false hope, hope that I might be about to help her. I nodded slowly and stepped forward, taking a dagger, it's shape the symbol of Mars, from my belt with two fingers. The girl's eyes lit up ever so slightly at my nod. She knew I was going to help her. I brought the dagger up to my face.

"Oi!" I yelled, louder this time. The larger of the two thugs looked up just in time to catch my dagger in his forehead. Grunting, the brute fell away from the girl with a THUD onto the dirt. His cohort glanced up from their victim. His dull eyes traveled from the man in the dirt and cast about for the source of the trouble. Stepping forward, I leaned on my scythe.

"Oh don't worry about your friend," I stood straighter and twirled my weapon twice before planting it on the ground again. "He's alive..... for now."

The thug blinked stupidly at me for a moment then clutched at the girl, pulling her towards him.

"W-what do you want?" He glanced at my scythe. Ah yes, my scythe. It was a unique piece of work, for it was in the shape of a woman, her flowing hair was the blade and her body was part of the handle. It was my symbol, of sorts. People knew me by it.

And who was I? I was Dax; second in command of the Tsa'gi gang. Ja'k's right hand man. The men and few women of the gang listened to me as well as they listened to their leader Ja'k. Yes, I was in a seat of power. And this lowly brute recognized that from my weapon, Lady Vesna.

"I want you to leave this lady alone." Glowering down at this scum of life, I stepped close and poked at him with the toe of my boot.  Whimpering and sniveling, the man let go of the girl and rolled away. The girl scrambled away once she was free, tripping over her pants that had been pulled around her ankles. Stooping low, I caught her arm and heaved her to her feet. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and tugged them up to where they were supposed to be. Scuttling behind me she peered defiantly from around my hip at her attacker.

I turned back to the thug on the ground and twirled Lady Vesna once, then angled her down so that her blade was against his neck. Eyes wide, the brute suddenly didn't seem so tough.

"Stay away from children." I pulled the scythe steadily across his neck, not enough to kill him, just enough to make him bleed. The thug froze. I could see the sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled not to move or scream. Behind me, the girl was tugging on my shirt.

"S-stop it!" The words seemed to suddenly burst from her. The words she hadn't said when the thugs were going to rape her now came from her lips like the cry of a distressed bird. They startled me so badly that I pulled Lady Vesna away from the man's neck, turning to look at the child with a lofted brow. The man, seeing his chance, crawled backwards away from my blade and scrambled away, leaving his chum behind without a backward look. I gave an irritated glance his way but decided he wasn't worth running after. Turning back to the girl, I leaned on my scythe and gave her a confused look.

She blushed and looked down, swirling her toe in the dirt.

"I just didn't want you to hurt him because of me." She peered up at me from amidst her dusty bangs. Her eyes were innocent and young, but there was something else there as well. Knowledge. Knowledge of other things, things that I could never even dream of. Sighing, I shucked off my vest-like shirt and handed it to her. For a moment, she seemed confused.

"Put it on." I said simply. She gave me a gentle smile and pulled it over her flat, bare chest.

"Thank you." She suddenly darted forward and hugged me, slipping her thin arms around my waist. I blinked stupidly for a moment, then pat her back and ruffled her short hair.

"What's your name, little one?"

"Ishaura." She pulled away from me and flashed a grin up at me. I smiled back and looked back over my shoulder where the Tsa'gi gang was waiting in the market place.

"C'mon, Ishaura," I wrapped an arm around her and led her towards her new family. "You're with me now." 

A late thanksgiving note

 ‎"You know, I heard they once celebrated a day..... something about turkey and eating a lot." Ja'k muttered, kicking at the dirt. Thade smiled kindly, with a rare knowing look. "It was about thanks, and being thankful for what you have." He whispered, his voice happy as it thought about better times. Ishura scoffed. "Turkey sounds better."

WW: Affection

Thorn hissed, pushing the zombie girl back with one disdainful finger. "Get. Away. From me." Her voice was ice cold. Pia looked up, her pleading, watery eyes were lost on the rebel's blindness. "But...." Pia smiled, ducking beneath Thorn's arm she wrapped her constructed arms around the angry pirate. "I love you." 

Excr: Decaying Hopes and Dreams

The dust had long since settled on the various pews and alters of the massive cathedral that rested in the middle of the crater. Statues of the god to whom the church was meant to praise had been dismantled, smashed and their stony remains strewn about the cold, empty building. No one had used the dingy church for its intended purpose in hundreds of years. Religion had been abandoned shortly after the righteous had been ascended. After the wars that had torn apart the earth, people could no longer remember the deities that had been worshiped, nor cared to fabricate all knowing entities worth their time. Those that knew of the gods, the dancers, felt that their time was better spent blending in and avoiding contact with the celestial beings especially once the divine began sending their children out to hunt down those with a collective conscious.

Rainbow boots stepped lightly over the rubble carefully making their way to the center of the building. The rainbow girl scoffed at the destruction around her. Eyeing the broken statues, she was sure the church had once been dedicated to her mother. Underneath the decades of dirt and decay Hefru’s trained eye could still detect the once vibrant colors of the walls and ceiling.

“Churches of Joy were once such colorful places…” She sighed quietly, kicking at a piece of broken alter. Muttering about the barbaric ways of humans, the goddess picked her way towards the center. 

Excr: Apparition of a Confused Victim

Thade stared, dumbfounded at the sky as white flakes fell with grace and poise that was so alien to this world. He was uneasy because of it. Calm. Calm didn’t exist in this world. It was quiet, sound muffled by the thick flakes that coated the city. The fighting slowed to a stop as all the kids paused in their bloodthirsty endeavor to look upwards. Thade frowned, blinking the blood from his eyes as he turned from the sky to the scene before him. The sudden appearance of the soft white flakes had completely interrupted the battle that had been raging for hours. Both gangs fell into a silent truce to watch their world disappear into gray and white. The soothing white gently covered the streets, buildings, and children with tenderness akin to a mother’s love, enveloping them all in a sense of calm and clear thought. It was wrong. Such calm didn’t exist in this world. There was only Chaos. 

Concept: Pia

Once a human, living in Grace, she fell in love with Lady Logic. Logic, confused and intrigued by the emotions of humans, allowed the girl to live with her. After years of studying, the goddess found herself at a loss as the girl began to age. The goddess that had once been so confused and abrasive at emotions had grown attached, almost to the point of love. Logically, the only way to preserve her newfound complicated emotion was to immortalize the girl. Willingly, the girl so devoted allowed the goddess of Logic to place her soul into a body constructed of non-organic materials created from experiments in long-lasting flesh. Once the soul attachment was complete, Logic renamed the girl Pia. The quirky servant continued to live with Logic, but her mind was now unstable because Logic had attempted to instill her own thought and reason during the transfer. Humans are not meant to be logical, or rational. Pia began to show signs of losing her mind, talking to things and people that were not there. It seemed that the installment of god-like knowledge had simply broken her mind beyond repair. The goddess grew frustrated, but tried to help the girl more. After a long time, Pia became child-like and full of energy that seemed to never dim. Logic lost her patience and, with Theory telling her it was a good idea, sent her constructed love into the human realm to seek The Kouitchi.

A picture I have found that is what I picture her as.
I am going to try to find a different one. 

Pia found The Kouitchi with ease and tailed the rebel leader for months. However, her mind so far gone, the poor girl soon forgot her mission and became infatuated with Thorn. Pia entered into Thorn’s ranks and soon earned the leader’s trust. She became good friends with Thade, and often told him of her feelings for Thorn, at which Thade laughed and would pat the poor girl on the head. 

Charming Context

Well, I think I'm going to start using a blog to post my story ideas, character concepts, random excerpts, and other random ramblings of my novel-in-the-works-and-probably-always-will-be Underlying Scar.  Well, here we go. 


So posts will be as such: 
Concept: (character name here) <- character Concept 
Excr: (Some Fancy Title) <-- excerpt that I've written
Word Vomit: (word or phrase)  <--  idea pertaining to certain concept 
Craziness: (number here) <-- probably some stupid conversation I've had with my characters. Or something. 
WW: (word) <-- one word entry

Oh boy, I'm so excited /sarcasm>