Thursday, March 1, 2018

Mixtery

Ready Able Jones cracks his knuckles in the cold, and remains undaunted.  He holds the stare of others for too long, and is wondering when he does if he is falling in love.  While he is tall, he is soft-spoken and thinks his ears are too big for his head.  When asked, he tells people he's shy, but this is because he's easily embarrassed.  He has a long and accurate memory, making him impossibly frustrating to argue with.  He's blunt but charismatic.  He apologizes too much.  His legs are too long for his pants.

Mission District Majors has hair that hangs in her eyes.  She loves to dance, spinning like a top outside with her arms out, looking upward at the sun.  She spins fast enough to convince anyone around her she is creating gravity, her filthy shoes not missing a single step.  She becomes an abstract fan shape - three wide circles of hair and arms and skirt that come to dangerous points.  When she falls down, she's spun too hard and hits the ground with a thud, and throws up, and cries.  She smokes too much pot.  Everyone is in love with her.

All Sparks Barrow is sarcastic when she isn't stoic.  She touches all things carefully, as if they were birds or kittens.  She walks with careful feet and remains quiet when other people are taking.  She has nightmares which cause her terrible moods and bouts of distrust.  She bites her fingernails.  Her humor is sweet when she feels safe, and she loves to make people laugh.  She loves the ocean.

Suburban War Fitzpatrick has a straight spine and haunted eyes.  He acts older than he is.  He gets... filled up with something which forces him to cry, and it seems like it could be anything - sweaters in a store, ants, a sunset.  When he talks, there's an urgency to his tone that means he doesn't have a lot of time here, and he needs to make you understand something before he leaves.  He's the oldest and feels the least amount of connection to this time and place.  He knows they're Themysciran.

Leif Erikson Room is a small and dark-haired boy with nervous hands.  The sound of his voice in his head is a lonesome echo over empty space.  He is a slight, tightly wound instrument oriented to exactness.  He crawls his small body into the gaps of soil underground to find somewhere warm and damp.  He crawls between appliances, to reconnect their wires.  He wants to become a tattoo artist.  His skin is plaster white.  He has terrible tantrums, usually completely warranted.

Stella Blue Babet is the color reflected off a wet street, in which one finally finds their keys.  Stella Blue is a fox.  She ties what she's foxed into her hair.  She makes her own clothes, and wears sweaters for pants and loves to dance.  She has a slow and quiet smile.  She is not as beautiful as some of her siblings - her jaw a little square, her eyes darkly circled - but she never wears makeup and her eyes are kind and sleepy.  She is very very short and wears ridiculously tall shoes to compensate.

Jefferson Torch Flynn has the most contagious laugh.  He is freckled and looks like an affable boy, an overalls kind of boy, but his heart has mischief in it.  He believes in God devoutly, but has some flexible interpretations of sin.

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