Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. However I do own Jason Johnson and the
very nice Yamatos.girl is letting me use her character, Pixie.
Author's Note: I will now begin the introduction concerning Pixie Sugienna. She was one of the first to send me her completed information, plus she gave me a good review. Thus as flattery will get you everywhere in this world, here is her story.
Cast Section 2: Pixie Sugienna
In Japan, there is always movement. The loud cities, to calm country sides all bustle preparing for a new day. As soon as the sun rises, everything begins to open. The numerous shops in Tokyo attract a mob of shoppers. To one not accustomed to such a sight, the individual could have sworn that the Japanese are nothing more than hungry piranhas, searching for prey. The clamor drifts to a nearby apartment building in which sparks an unusual response.
"SHUT UP!!! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP," the voice said. (In Japanese of course)
An apartment away from the noisy complainer, a 14-year-old youth is startled awake. Grumbling, she forces herself to get up. Not fully awake she stands up with the pink tips of her blonde hair curling about her face. She rubs the sleep out of her steel blue eyes and makes her way to the kitchen. Every step she takes reminds the young American of how far from home she is and how much she misses her friends. Pixie Sugienna, or Pix for short, had just moved to Japan from her old home in the United States. Her father's work brought them to this part of the world and dumped her into a new surrounding. Her shyness had stopped her from making any new friends, but she still kept in touch with all of her old friends via the Internet. She made herself some breakfast, knowing that her father was at the office already and her mother was still asleep, thus she began to eat in solitude. Being during the summer, most kids usually hang out with their friends. Pixie had made few friends, and they were all traveling so she had nothing to do. After finishing her breakfast, she returned to her room and got ready for the new day. She emerged wearing a pink tank top, faded jeans, and a pink cowboy hat. She began to wonder what she should do to occupy herself that day. Immediately an idea sprang into her head. She ran to her desk where a (dare I say it) pink computer resided. She turned it on and logged on to the Internet. After she noticed that none of her friends had written her she fell into despair.
'They should have written me by now,' she thought.
Sighing, she began to work on the website that she had been developing for her and her friends to use.
An hour passes…
'THIS IS SO BORING,' she mentally screams, and she began to surf the Internet. Her surfing brought her to a test yourself page. She became intrigued with a "How Loyal Are You" test. The test went on until she got to the last question. It read:
If you saw that your friends/family were going to be run over by a semi would you push them out of the way? Even if it cost you your life?
She sat back thinking about the answer and began to stare into the screen. She could see her pale reflection stare back at her.
'My friends mean more to me than anyone would ever know,' Pixie thought. Thus she typed yes. She clicked the "How Did I Do?" button. Her scores soon totaled. Her Loyalty was 100%. She couldn't believe it. Just then her pink laptop began to glow brightly. Pixie shielded her eyes. When the light faded she noticed a pink watch with strange markings on the band.
She picked it up when her mother walked in.
"MOM! Can't you knock before you come into my room?" Pixie demanded as she hid the watch.
Her mother, obviously very cranky before her first cup of coffee, replied, "Look here missy! Don't take that tone with me! Your father and I spoil you rotten and this is how you repay us."
Pixie was furious "Just like you were spoiling me when you dragged me here. I don't know anyone; I can't understand the language, and worse still all of my friends are back home! I hate it here."
Her mother left the room in a huff, mumbling something along the lines of Columbian blend. Pixie knew that she shouldn't act this way but she meant it. However she realized that she would have to make the best of it. Remembering the watch clutched in her hand, she looked at it confused. As the timer said, it was ten o'clock. She realized that she needed to get out for a while before she and her parents became enemies. Picking up her pink bag Pix walked out the door and out of the apartment building. Heading towards a park that she had visited frequently after the move she began to ponder more and more about the strange watch that was taking up space in her bag. Pixie got to a bench and decided what she was going to do. Opening her bag she picked out the pink object on top. Shouldering her bag, she placed the watch on her wrist. A bright pink light enveloped the young teen. The light dissipated and no one paid any heed to the absence of the young lady.
Well that is my second introduction. I don't care what anyone says about this chapter except for yamatos.girl. She needs to tell me if I need to change any aspect of her character, or if this is to her satisfaction. I still need the information of Iltatahti/Lauren Winters. The deadline is Sunday April 7.
Author's Note: I will now begin the introduction concerning Pixie Sugienna. She was one of the first to send me her completed information, plus she gave me a good review. Thus as flattery will get you everywhere in this world, here is her story.
Cast Section 2: Pixie Sugienna
In Japan, there is always movement. The loud cities, to calm country sides all bustle preparing for a new day. As soon as the sun rises, everything begins to open. The numerous shops in Tokyo attract a mob of shoppers. To one not accustomed to such a sight, the individual could have sworn that the Japanese are nothing more than hungry piranhas, searching for prey. The clamor drifts to a nearby apartment building in which sparks an unusual response.
"SHUT UP!!! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP," the voice said. (In Japanese of course)
An apartment away from the noisy complainer, a 14-year-old youth is startled awake. Grumbling, she forces herself to get up. Not fully awake she stands up with the pink tips of her blonde hair curling about her face. She rubs the sleep out of her steel blue eyes and makes her way to the kitchen. Every step she takes reminds the young American of how far from home she is and how much she misses her friends. Pixie Sugienna, or Pix for short, had just moved to Japan from her old home in the United States. Her father's work brought them to this part of the world and dumped her into a new surrounding. Her shyness had stopped her from making any new friends, but she still kept in touch with all of her old friends via the Internet. She made herself some breakfast, knowing that her father was at the office already and her mother was still asleep, thus she began to eat in solitude. Being during the summer, most kids usually hang out with their friends. Pixie had made few friends, and they were all traveling so she had nothing to do. After finishing her breakfast, she returned to her room and got ready for the new day. She emerged wearing a pink tank top, faded jeans, and a pink cowboy hat. She began to wonder what she should do to occupy herself that day. Immediately an idea sprang into her head. She ran to her desk where a (dare I say it) pink computer resided. She turned it on and logged on to the Internet. After she noticed that none of her friends had written her she fell into despair.
'They should have written me by now,' she thought.
Sighing, she began to work on the website that she had been developing for her and her friends to use.
An hour passes…
'THIS IS SO BORING,' she mentally screams, and she began to surf the Internet. Her surfing brought her to a test yourself page. She became intrigued with a "How Loyal Are You" test. The test went on until she got to the last question. It read:
If you saw that your friends/family were going to be run over by a semi would you push them out of the way? Even if it cost you your life?
She sat back thinking about the answer and began to stare into the screen. She could see her pale reflection stare back at her.
'My friends mean more to me than anyone would ever know,' Pixie thought. Thus she typed yes. She clicked the "How Did I Do?" button. Her scores soon totaled. Her Loyalty was 100%. She couldn't believe it. Just then her pink laptop began to glow brightly. Pixie shielded her eyes. When the light faded she noticed a pink watch with strange markings on the band.
She picked it up when her mother walked in.
"MOM! Can't you knock before you come into my room?" Pixie demanded as she hid the watch.
Her mother, obviously very cranky before her first cup of coffee, replied, "Look here missy! Don't take that tone with me! Your father and I spoil you rotten and this is how you repay us."
Pixie was furious "Just like you were spoiling me when you dragged me here. I don't know anyone; I can't understand the language, and worse still all of my friends are back home! I hate it here."
Her mother left the room in a huff, mumbling something along the lines of Columbian blend. Pixie knew that she shouldn't act this way but she meant it. However she realized that she would have to make the best of it. Remembering the watch clutched in her hand, she looked at it confused. As the timer said, it was ten o'clock. She realized that she needed to get out for a while before she and her parents became enemies. Picking up her pink bag Pix walked out the door and out of the apartment building. Heading towards a park that she had visited frequently after the move she began to ponder more and more about the strange watch that was taking up space in her bag. Pixie got to a bench and decided what she was going to do. Opening her bag she picked out the pink object on top. Shouldering her bag, she placed the watch on her wrist. A bright pink light enveloped the young teen. The light dissipated and no one paid any heed to the absence of the young lady.
Well that is my second introduction. I don't care what anyone says about this chapter except for yamatos.girl. She needs to tell me if I need to change any aspect of her character, or if this is to her satisfaction. I still need the information of Iltatahti/Lauren Winters. The deadline is Sunday April 7.