"stupid parents... sending me off to this 'adventure'... i hate them!"
a blood elf teen girl was curled up, leaning against the side of a zeppelin as it sped across the great sea. Her parents had signed her up to go to Grom-Gol for an adventure with other teen her age so that she builds some "character." she glared over the edge and sighed, her emerald eyes clouded. Her mind was off somewhere else, thinking of her laid back, relaxed lifestyle that she had at home. The zeppelin was somewhat crowded, but not so much that everyone was shoulder-to-shoulder.
Her dreams of home were cut off by something bumping against her leg. She looked down to see an arm! Her body let out a blood curling scream, getting everyone's attention. An undead boy, about her age, walked up to her and picked up the arm. "Geez, you look like you saw a ghost." he chuckled, picking up the decayed arm off of the floor and shoving it back into the empty cavity of where an arm would be. "haven't you ever seen an undead before?" he asked, sitting next to her.
"no, i haven't, and how was i supposed to know that you can lose an arm?" she shot back at him. She let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and looked away, not impressed with his decaying looks. "and what is that horrid stink?"
"what? I bathed last month!" he joked, lightly punching her in the arm. She recoiled, expecting a hard hit, but feeling barely anything. "you sure are jumpy." he laughed, amused at her nature. "i bet if i put a spider on you, you'll run around screaming." she shot him a dirty look, but he laughed. "I'm kidding. Geez, cant you take a joke?" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "im Genneth" he said, holding out his hand. Instead of shaking it, she pushed it away. "are you always like this?" he sighed, leaning over the edge to get a better look at the water below.
"I'm Jane, and i hate going out. I always bump into freaks." she protested, pulling her knees closer to her face. Genneth had a hurt look on his face, about to say something, but holding any rude comments. "dont give me that look, your arm popped off. Thats not normal!"
"it is if you've been outside of your house..." he muttered, slumping down into his seat. "im not the only weird one...." since her comment, he seemed down, keeping his eyes on the floor. Jane looked over at him and sighed, feeling a bit sorry for being rude.
"hey, I'm sorry for bring a bitch..." she apologized, putting her hand on his shoulder. "i was forced into this trip... and i have no idea how to fend for myself." she gave a weak smile and held out her hand. "can we start again?" Jane asked hopefully. Genneth smiled, and shook her hand.
"well, lucky for you, my parents are skilled rouges, so i picked up a few skills i can share with you." he smiled, his bad breath hitting Jane's nose.
"Guhck! Your breath...." she moaned, plugging her nose. "Not to be rude, but it smells like dead squirrels!" she backed up a bit, choking on the stench.
"that was breakfast!" he joked, breathing on his hand andd smelling it. "mmm... squirrel..." he smiled, leaning back and laughing at Jane's disgust.
"how do you eat that stuff?"
"that's like how you eat hawk-strider eggs. Unborn children! Now THATS disgusting" he shot back, making a disgusted face. "so stop complaining" they both stared at each other for a few moments before bursting into laughter.
"you know... your not half bad for an undead." Jane smiled.
"and your a pretty cool blood elf."