Ah! I love each and every one of you guys! So, this person (*Cough* WolfBlood2.0 *cough* Check her out she/he (Not sure, sorry WolfBlood) has amazing stories and made these amazing characters!) made two characters, so there will be a chapter for one then a chapter for the other. Speaking of which, here we are!
"Is it dead?"
Taylor Vahl-Pippa North asks her brother, Johnnie Aster North. Taylor doesn't usually ask for her brother's opinion, as he was to give rowdy and annoying answers, but this was different. Taylor pushes her fingers against the tattooed man's neck, feeling for a pulse. "Yup." She confirms, a hand on his chest, feeling his lungs pump in and out, and her fingers on his neck, his pulse, pushing against her fingers.
"Good, I don't want to be charged for a murder. We're already being searched for." Taylor's brother always seems to find a way to cheer her up, even if his voice is to loud and he's to outgoing and dangerous. The two are completely different in almost every way possible.
Taylor has warm chocolate brown eyes with soft flecks of sea-green, while Jonnie has almost white, seafoam green eyes. It is easy to get money off of this, as he is easy confused as blind. You would be surprised how many people had come up to them, offering them money and such. Taylor has wavy, deep brown hair that ends in between her elbows and shoulder blades. Her hair is sprinkled with thick streaks of subtle auburn. Johnnie has night sky black hair with flecks of blond. His hair is super straight and has been cut so that the front is longer than the back. The only thing that makes them look even close to alike is their tan, sun-kissed skin. But other than that, even their personalities are different.
"Haha, very funny. We ran away for a reason you know." Taylor huffs. And they had. About a year or two ago ("One year seven months and six days." Taylor had told her brother today.) their mother had died of cancer. They had been on the run since then, hiding in abandoned buildings. Taylor remembers the good days when her and her brother would set inside, yelling over their favorite game, COD, and the hours she would spend learning new tricks and hacks on the game. Then they would speed out towards the beach, splashing in the water, and playing and building sandcastles. She remembers every detail of their beach,the cool, Long Island waters and bright yellow, sun baked sands. Taylor still misses it, but she won't admit it. She has grown to be stubborn.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Johnnie isn't much better.
"Do you still have the water?" Taylor asks, "We'll need that rope too. We're going to tie him up, then wake em' up."
"Why don't you go get it?" Teases Johnnie.
"Do I need to slap you?"
"No."
"Then go get it!"
"Fiiiiine! You owe me one!"
"I owe you shit!"
Johnnie rolls his eyes and walk off to another wooden door in the house, slipping through as Taylor looks down at the man-snake thing. He is completely covered in tattoos of snakes, in all colors, but as pale as a ghost. His long, black greasy hair is thrown over his forehead. He looks muscular- built quite well- and strong. Taylor slides her hand down his chest, feeling his abs and pecs.
"Got it!" Johnnie calls from behind her, causing her to jerk her hand back. Finally! Taylor thinks to herself. Had it gotten hot in here? Taylor takes the rope from Johnnie, tieing the man's wrists together and his ankles together. She then ties another rope through his tied hands, attaching him to a pole. Taylor smiles at her work, chewing on her bottom lip. "Okay, now dump the water!" Taylor yells, a grin plastered on her face. Johnnie raises on old, large, rusty bucket, above his head. He slowly tips it, rusty water falling down, splashing all over the man. From the way the tattooed beast jolts awake, the water had to be freezing cold.
The man shakes. "What the fuck!" he yells, "What the hell!" Taylor can't help but laugh. He tenses; his body fully aware, ready for anything. Just the way Taylor had been for a long while now. He quirks up his eyebrows. "Who the hell are you?" He asks; straightforward but quiet. "Me?" Taylor tilts her head. Then she realizes how much of an idiot she must look. "Me," She corrects herself, standing tall, " the name's Swifty." She says, crossing her hands over her chest. She has to raise her voice over her brother's laughter. She must look like a total nerd. She is dressed like a preppy bitch. She is wearing a light blue -almost white- blouse shirt, a seagreen scarf, black leggings and a black leather jacket, and trying to be tough. "And that's," She jams a thumb in her hysterical brother's direction, " is Starry."
The man grins. "Swifty, eh. . . " His eyes rake over her body, causing Taylor to shiver. He grins when he sees this. "The name's King Cobra. . " He states, catching onto the nickname thing. Taylor nods. "Now I would like to know what you were doing in my territory, Mr. Cobra." Taylor says with a smirk. She glances at Jonnie as he stops laughing and dusts off his seagreen shirt and shorts. "Well here's the thing. . . I was getting chased by these birds,"
"Stymphalian."
"What?"
"The birds, Stymphalian Birds. From Greek Mythology." Her brother corrects ' King Cobra'.
"Whatever, they attacked me. I needed a place to hide. Your door was open. Might want to close it if you don't want strangers coming in." He says. Taylor glares at her brother, before gasping. "That means you can see them to!" She squeals. Her brother grins, while the man just knits his eyebrows together in confusion. Taylor sees this and explains, "Most people can't see them. They say they're just seagulls and to stop worrying!"
"You know what this means Tay?" Her brother asks. Taylor nods her head furiously as she unties the knots from the man's hands. "What does this mean?" The man asks, rubbing his wrists. "Before we tell you anything, you need to tell us stuff first." Johnnie says. Nice save.
"Okay, my real name is Seth. I'm eighteen, like snakes, no mom, see weird things all the time, just got kidnapped by twelve year olds."
"Fourteen!"
"What?"
"We're fourteen doufus." Her brother saves her yet again.
"Now you."
"My real name's Taylor. I'm fourteen, he's my brother, like the beach, and playing COD!" Taylor squeals, "Always, always see weird things."
"Name's Johnnie, everything she said is just like me, except, I don't have a brother. I'm stuck with this idiot!"
Taylor rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now tell me what you know." Seth says, almost in a whisper.
"Before our mother died," She cringes at the thought, "she told us that when somebody can see the stuff that we can, go with them to Long Island newyork, up the beach from our house, but not right after she died, then was to early." Taylor explains.
"And here we are. New York, here
We
Come!"
EEEP! Here we are! I can't wait for new characters! Next chapter is about Johnnie and what he thinks, on their way to NYC! Imma go so I can get started!
XOXOXOXO~ Goddess Of The Games
