Thirty Days of Writing: FlameFlurries of snow blew past Iyena's clunky car as she sped north along the Canadian highway with Marcus asleep in the front passenger seat. She squinted trying to see more clearly through the snowstorm. Even though the headlights were on the high beam setting, all she managed to see was about ten feet of road in front of her and that was it. Tightening her grip with both hands on the steering wheel, she inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. The recent run in with Agent Carter's lackeys had been narrowly escaped and she was still trying to get rid of the adrenaline induced energy rush.
She chanced a glance over at Marcus who was slouched over to the side in sleep, lightly snoring with his round glasses askew on his face. He had proven dependable in a tight situation and she was glad he was there, even though she wouldn't admit it aloud to him. Marcus adjusted his position and smacked his lips before yawning and stretching his arms. "Where are we?" he asked as he boosted himself up in his se
Character Interview: Iyena and Marcus:1) What gender are you?
Iyena: Be serious….
Marcus: Fiiiine. Male.
2) What is your age?
Marcus: A serious 27.
3) Do you want a hug?
Iyena: No. Don't touch me.
Marcus: *laughs nervously* Be nice, she was just asking. *covertly puts arm around her*
Iyena: *glares over at him*
Iyena: *crosses arms* Do you want me to hurt you?
Marcus: *raises arms defensively* Nope! You broke my glasses last time!
Iyena: The answer is no on the hug. The end.
4) Do you have any bad habits?
Marcus: *snorts* Yea you do!
Marcus: Whenever she's frustrated, she chews on her thumb or bottom lip. She tries to be covert about it, but I've caught her doing it a few times.
Iyena: *rolls eyes* Fine, yes, I do chew on my thumb and lip sometimes. Okay? You on the other hand whistle the most annoying tunes whenever it gets too quiet or you're nervous!
Marcus: *pretends to be offended* Why I never! How is "Runaround Sue" annoying?!
Character Profile: Myra FischerMyra Fischer was born on March 18, 1990 to Sylvia and Daniel Fischer in the town of Sierra Falls, New York. From a very young age, her mother taught her that if you believe strongly in the power of imagination, you could create a world of your very own that could be entered either through deep concentration or sleep. With the assistance of her mother, Myra honed this power and created her fantastical world, Valaria. She would enter this world and add on to it with the help of a bright blue pencil that she uses to draw basic outlines in her sketchbook of anything she wants to bring to life. At the age of four, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and passed away a year later. Her mother's final moments were spent with Myra in the world they had created together.
From that point on, Myra spent more and more time in Valaria as her father, Daniel, became withdrawn due to the loss of his wife. When she started school, the other kids would pick on her as she often would talk about Val
Character Profile: Marcus CamdenMarcus Camden was born in Albany, New York to Ethel and Carl Camden on October 17, 1940. Growing up he was always a curious boy and this curiosity tended to get him into unpleasant situations. He once fell in the pond by his childhood home in the winter because he had ignored his father's warning to not walk upon the ice. Luckily, his father managed to pull him out mere seconds after he fell in. He also has been sprayed upon by a skunk for getting too close to it and was punched in the face at the age of eight by a teenage boy after asking why he was trying to suck the face off of Lydia, the grocer's teenaged assistant.
Marcus wears round glasses and loves to read every single book he can get his hands on. He is most intrigued by the different cultures of the world and enjoys learning about each of them. He especially likes finding the similarities between cultures and seeing how interconnected everyone truly is to each other. Marcus didn't really have friends in grade school as he was
Necrotic NightA crescent moon hung over the city of Hillwood on Halloween night as a blustery wind blew a patch of autumn leaves along the city street. On the sidewalk a tall, blonde haired woman in a ghostly white flowing dress walked hand in hand with a young man in a suit with a fedora atop his oddly shaped head. Dark circles of eye makeup surrounded the bright blue orbs of the woman as she looked over at the man, laughing at a joke he had just told her.
"Oh, Arnold. Stop it! You're going to make me laugh so hard that tears are going to come out of my eyes, then I'll look really scary! On second thought, maybe that wouldn't be so bad " Arnold laughed at that idea.
"Dressing up as the ghost bride is terrifying enough, Helga. You know you're going to freak Harold out when he sees you at the Halloween dance. Remember how he wet himself in the graveyard when we were kids?" Helga nodded between raucous cackles and snorts of glee.
"How could I forget?! That was a pretty good night," she flashed a