Tobias Ashbury - OC - 6/6sheepinwolfskinJuly 19 2011, 16:30:33 UTC
Journal sample: {text} Ahh, I hope I've figured out how to work this thing right! I'm so bad with technology! I apologise if I'm doing this wrong!
Uhm, well, hello everyone out there in internet-land!! I'm Tobias, nice to meet you all! :D
So I suppose I should talk about what I did today or something here, right? Well, I cleaned my apartment out and then sent a bunch of application forms in for jobs. I hope it goes okay and I'll have an interview some time soon! I don't have a super impressive resume but I guess my school grades aren't too bad and I'm good with my hands! Wish me luck!
Haha, I think I ran out of things to say, oops! I'll just go make my dinner!
Prose sample: Tobias woke in a bright white room that reeked of antiseptic and clean and blood. His head ached, pounding along with his heartbeat and he slowly lifted a hand to press against the forehead, his arm effectively shutting out all the light. If he was in this state, it would mean that he was in another accident; lately they'd been happening more and more and so he wasn't really surprised. He had to say, he was rather disappointed by the absence of blood-and-brain-juice soup leaking from his ear.
Laying there for a long five minutes, he listened carefully to the murmur of voices almost drowned out by the buzz of machines around him. The noise irritated him, especially when he heard his name pronounced horribly by someone with a thick, drawling foreign accent that he couldn't place (possibly French). What was so difficult about the name Tobias Ashbury? If he had a name that was more suited to the century he'd been born in, maybe he wouldn't mind so much but everyone seem to pronounce it wrong.
Sitting up, he pulled the long, thick IV needle out of his arm - hadn't anyone told them about his condition? - and tossed it aside. Dark crimson liquid ran down his arm and dripped onto the floor as he sat then stood; left a trail of pink puddles on the white tiles as he walked to the window and opened it fully.
He quickly began to feel faint, but the cool evening air helped to keep him awake. He had to get back to the pack, make sure the survivors were okay. With careful precision, he leapt out of the window, his form changing as he fell, from human to a large, grey wolf. As he landed, he felt his wounds knitting together - his wolf form was oblivious to his genetic disease, somehow it worked past it - and then he was bounding into the night, following a scent on the wind.
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Ahh, I hope I've figured out how to work this thing right! I'm so bad with technology! I apologise if I'm doing this wrong!
Uhm, well, hello everyone out there in internet-land!! I'm Tobias, nice to meet you all! :D
So I suppose I should talk about what I did today or something here, right? Well, I cleaned my apartment out and then sent a bunch of application forms in for jobs. I hope it goes okay and I'll have an interview some time soon! I don't have a super impressive resume but I guess my school grades aren't too bad and I'm good with my hands! Wish me luck!
Haha, I think I ran out of things to say, oops! I'll just go make my dinner!
Prose sample: Tobias woke in a bright white room that reeked of antiseptic and clean and blood. His head ached, pounding along with his heartbeat and he slowly lifted a hand to press against the forehead, his arm effectively shutting out all the light. If he was in this state, it would mean that he was in another accident; lately they'd been happening more and more and so he wasn't really surprised. He had to say, he was rather disappointed by the absence of blood-and-brain-juice soup leaking from his ear.
Laying there for a long five minutes, he listened carefully to the murmur of voices almost drowned out by the buzz of machines around him. The noise irritated him, especially when he heard his name pronounced horribly by someone with a thick, drawling foreign accent that he couldn't place (possibly French). What was so difficult about the name Tobias Ashbury? If he had a name that was more suited to the century he'd been born in, maybe he wouldn't mind so much but everyone seem to pronounce it wrong.
Sitting up, he pulled the long, thick IV needle out of his arm - hadn't anyone told them about his condition? - and tossed it aside. Dark crimson liquid ran down his arm and dripped onto the floor as he sat then stood; left a trail of pink puddles on the white tiles as he walked to the window and opened it fully.
He quickly began to feel faint, but the cool evening air helped to keep him awake. He had to get back to the pack, make sure the survivors were okay. With careful precision, he leapt out of the window, his form changing as he fell, from human to a large, grey wolf. As he landed, he felt his wounds knitting together - his wolf form was oblivious to his genetic disease, somehow it worked past it - and then he was bounding into the night, following a scent on the wind.
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