jayyy-lmao
May 14th, 2013, 03:44 PM
So.. My friend Ciara challenged me to make her seem awesome. This is what I got so far.
Ciara The Warrior
"THIS.. IS... NOT SPARTA!!!!!" a teenage girl's voice shouted, hurling herself towards the army of hundreds of teenage boys, armed with swords and axes, her army of girls following her.
"Ciara, I'm beginning to second-guess this idea..." a nervous voice came from behind the girl.
"Relax, we'll be grand!" Ciara shouted, swinging her sword in large, swooping arcs, hitting every teenage boy in sight, taking them down in their tens.
"CIARA!!" an older, more mature voice came from behind the army of teenage girl. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WAGING WAR WITHOUT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION???"
"Well, a lot of things, how do you expect me to remember them all?" Ciara answered, still slicing through boy after boy.
"GIRLS, RETREAT. NOW." the older woman screamed.
"Mom! Come on! It was only a friendly, taking prisoners kind of war. No actual death. Just serious injury." Ciara pleaded.
"Still a war, and we have rules about wars." her mother replied. "If you're not careful, you'll be taken prisoner."
Ciara plodded dutifully back with her mother, pausing only to pick up an old mace lying on the ground.
"Told you it was a bad idea." the nervous girl said again.
"Shut. Up. Aoife." Ciara glared at her, a stare that had brought down countries, dethroned kings and overthrown governments. And Aoife just smiled. "DAMMIT AOIFE. PEOPLE HAVE DIED LOOKING AT THIS FACE. AND YOU JUST LAUGH AT IT."
"It's a lousy face." Aoife laughed.
"I give up..." Ciara murmured, storming off towards the village. It was a small village, by comparison to other villages, with about two thousand inhabitants. All girls. Men and women live in separate villages, rarely meeting, only once a year. The village consisted of a couple hundred wooden shacks, a town hall, also wooden, and a well in the centre of the village. Around the village were fields with animals feasting and crops growing, the source of food for the village. Ciara stormed past all of the houses to the largest house, beside the town hall. It had a wooden stairs up to a wooden balcony of sorts, about two feet off the ground, and slammed the door behind her when she entered. She ran upstairs to her room, once again slamming the door, and leaping face-first onto her bed.
"Ciara.." her mother said, knocking lightly on her door. Even knocking lightly sound like a thunderclap for Ciara's mother. Her name was Acid, and she was a big woman, tall, and broad shouldered. Manly, but you wouldn't say that to her face. She had long, reddish-brown hair, in permanent plaits, that hung down to her elbows. Her eyes were brown, and she was riddled with freckles. Ciara was the spit of her mother, but smaller, shorter and thinner. More ladylike.
"NO." Ciara shouted. Acid came in, and in the process of opening the door, almost took it off it's hinges.
"Ciara, I was just trying to keep you safe. War is a very big part of our lives, I understand, but other things exist. And you need to stay alive long enough to take over the village." Acid assured.
"Maybe I don't want a village." Ciara replied.
"Maybe you don't have a choice." Acid said sympathetically.
"Maybe I'm going to give myself a choice." Ciara retorted.
"And how're you gonna do that?" Acid questioned.
"I don't know. I don't care. But I will." Ciara said, jumping off her bed, and storming out of the room.
"Ugh. Can't you do less storming?" Acid called after her daughter as she ran down the stairs and our of the house.
"NO!" Ciara shouted in reply. She ran back the way she came, past all the houses and out of the village. She kept running last the fields, and only stopped when she reached the Line. The Line was the division of the two villages on the island, the Woman's Village and the Man's Village. Men were not supposed to cross to the Woman's Village, and vice versa, except once a year. There was minimal contact between both sides of the island, and no one had any idea why. There was a reason, once upon a time, but it had long since been forgotten. But they stuck to the old tradition, in honour of their ancestors. Ciara eyed the Line. It seemed so stupid that such a simple thing could divide so much. She didn't know how long she'd been staring at the line, but when she looked up there was a curious individual standing in front of her. They were standing nose to nose, almost touching, and then she realised; it was a boy. He had green eyes, and long black hair that swept over those eyes, greasy and unkept. He was the same height as her, and was of the same build.
"Er, hi?" Ciara ventured, attempting to smile.
"Eh, hi." he replied. He smiled awkwardly, as Ciara did.
"What's your name?" Ciara asked.
"Em, Niall. Yours?" Niall replied nervously.
"Ciara."
They both realised in that minute that they had never talked to someone of the opposite gender before. They suddenly became very conscious of being different.
"So, I shoul-"
"Yeah, I have to-"
"Bye." they said in unison, turning and running back the way they came.
"Well, that was interesting." Ciara muttered to herself, she slowed to walk between two fields.
Tell me what you think :)
Ciara The Warrior
"THIS.. IS... NOT SPARTA!!!!!" a teenage girl's voice shouted, hurling herself towards the army of hundreds of teenage boys, armed with swords and axes, her army of girls following her.
"Ciara, I'm beginning to second-guess this idea..." a nervous voice came from behind the girl.
"Relax, we'll be grand!" Ciara shouted, swinging her sword in large, swooping arcs, hitting every teenage boy in sight, taking them down in their tens.
"CIARA!!" an older, more mature voice came from behind the army of teenage girl. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WAGING WAR WITHOUT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION???"
"Well, a lot of things, how do you expect me to remember them all?" Ciara answered, still slicing through boy after boy.
"GIRLS, RETREAT. NOW." the older woman screamed.
"Mom! Come on! It was only a friendly, taking prisoners kind of war. No actual death. Just serious injury." Ciara pleaded.
"Still a war, and we have rules about wars." her mother replied. "If you're not careful, you'll be taken prisoner."
Ciara plodded dutifully back with her mother, pausing only to pick up an old mace lying on the ground.
"Told you it was a bad idea." the nervous girl said again.
"Shut. Up. Aoife." Ciara glared at her, a stare that had brought down countries, dethroned kings and overthrown governments. And Aoife just smiled. "DAMMIT AOIFE. PEOPLE HAVE DIED LOOKING AT THIS FACE. AND YOU JUST LAUGH AT IT."
"It's a lousy face." Aoife laughed.
"I give up..." Ciara murmured, storming off towards the village. It was a small village, by comparison to other villages, with about two thousand inhabitants. All girls. Men and women live in separate villages, rarely meeting, only once a year. The village consisted of a couple hundred wooden shacks, a town hall, also wooden, and a well in the centre of the village. Around the village were fields with animals feasting and crops growing, the source of food for the village. Ciara stormed past all of the houses to the largest house, beside the town hall. It had a wooden stairs up to a wooden balcony of sorts, about two feet off the ground, and slammed the door behind her when she entered. She ran upstairs to her room, once again slamming the door, and leaping face-first onto her bed.
"Ciara.." her mother said, knocking lightly on her door. Even knocking lightly sound like a thunderclap for Ciara's mother. Her name was Acid, and she was a big woman, tall, and broad shouldered. Manly, but you wouldn't say that to her face. She had long, reddish-brown hair, in permanent plaits, that hung down to her elbows. Her eyes were brown, and she was riddled with freckles. Ciara was the spit of her mother, but smaller, shorter and thinner. More ladylike.
"NO." Ciara shouted. Acid came in, and in the process of opening the door, almost took it off it's hinges.
"Ciara, I was just trying to keep you safe. War is a very big part of our lives, I understand, but other things exist. And you need to stay alive long enough to take over the village." Acid assured.
"Maybe I don't want a village." Ciara replied.
"Maybe you don't have a choice." Acid said sympathetically.
"Maybe I'm going to give myself a choice." Ciara retorted.
"And how're you gonna do that?" Acid questioned.
"I don't know. I don't care. But I will." Ciara said, jumping off her bed, and storming out of the room.
"Ugh. Can't you do less storming?" Acid called after her daughter as she ran down the stairs and our of the house.
"NO!" Ciara shouted in reply. She ran back the way she came, past all the houses and out of the village. She kept running last the fields, and only stopped when she reached the Line. The Line was the division of the two villages on the island, the Woman's Village and the Man's Village. Men were not supposed to cross to the Woman's Village, and vice versa, except once a year. There was minimal contact between both sides of the island, and no one had any idea why. There was a reason, once upon a time, but it had long since been forgotten. But they stuck to the old tradition, in honour of their ancestors. Ciara eyed the Line. It seemed so stupid that such a simple thing could divide so much. She didn't know how long she'd been staring at the line, but when she looked up there was a curious individual standing in front of her. They were standing nose to nose, almost touching, and then she realised; it was a boy. He had green eyes, and long black hair that swept over those eyes, greasy and unkept. He was the same height as her, and was of the same build.
"Er, hi?" Ciara ventured, attempting to smile.
"Eh, hi." he replied. He smiled awkwardly, as Ciara did.
"What's your name?" Ciara asked.
"Em, Niall. Yours?" Niall replied nervously.
"Ciara."
They both realised in that minute that they had never talked to someone of the opposite gender before. They suddenly became very conscious of being different.
"So, I shoul-"
"Yeah, I have to-"
"Bye." they said in unison, turning and running back the way they came.
"Well, that was interesting." Ciara muttered to herself, she slowed to walk between two fields.
Tell me what you think :)