#some may say jimmy is too high i say nay. he is in fact too low

[dredgesnails]

wild life is almost over so here are my placement predictions for everyone left (yes, half of these are my own personal desires and the other half are because i think they would be funny):

gem

joel

etho

lizzie

impulse

jimmy

grian

cleo

scar

pearl

bdubs

ren

bigb

scott

tango

if i have to justify any of these i will and i can but some of those justifications do just come down to "i just want it to happen"

[boogsbear99]

The Demon and the Princess Part 1

~Sorry if this part seemed rushed, i wrote it for English and the limit was 10 pages. Enjoy!~ The soft sound of an engine whirred along the vacant street. A figure emerged from the shadows as his sharp cane clacked against the cobblestone floor. His auburn hair covered most of his eyes, yet you would never believe what was beneath the surface of his thick bangs. The eyes  of a seeker. The eyes of a killer. One swift move to catch him, he’d dodge twice as fast, attack ten times as hard. His name was Alnon, clever as he was reckless;he was a lonesome mercenary with a demon soul. His so called appearance wasn’t his per say. Just last week a baker was walking alone, one swift grab of the collar and he had inhabited his vessel for his own. It was a routine, such as why he was ominously standing all alone on a foggy Halloween Eve. Just as he took a puff of his cigar, a hulking figure with slick black hair and broad shoulders walked over to him gallantly. He didn’t look all that menacing, charming even. Though, Alnon knew his intentions were less than friendly. “About time you showed up, I was beginning to think I was duped into workin’ with ya~” Alnon sneered before the man's laugh boomed. “Oh, calm down, I wouldn’t leave such a honorable employee out in the cold for just an evening stroll.” Alnon scoffs at that. He can imagine plenty of times where Elias has left him when an order or mission got too out of hand though he respected that. Alnon was loyal, but he too would hit and run if a situation threatened his life. However, it’d be pretty easy to piss him off if a partner just flat out flaked on him. He snuffs his cigar among the wall before he adjusts his hat. “Grand. Because if it’s anything like the Chyzowski incident, I’ll neck you~” He strokes his neck with his gloved hand. Elias flicked his hand off. “So you know what you have to do, right? I just don’t want any hassles when you go through with this. Remember, we need to be agile--” “God damn, boss, this ain’t my first roadshow. I know what I’m getting myself into. The objective is simple: get the weasels little tyke, hold em up for ransom, and then we sell the little one in spite of him forsaking’ us. Easy peasy!” He interrupted. Elias growls before grabbing his collar. “You got quite a mouth on you, Alnon. You should be careful not to back talk me. Learn your place.” He shoves him to the ground. Al groaned and swiftly got up.     “Quite the temper on you. Now, listen, the mansion is a little ways down the street. She usually plays under a willow tree right next to her house. If we play are cards right, this could turn out in our favor.” “And we are for certain it will go smoothly?~” “Very. I always get the job done regardless. I don’t know why i need an interrogation.” He shrugs before walking away from him. “You better do it right this time! Don’t mozy on with this mission!” Alnon ignored him and continued walking towards the house on the hill. It was the late 1800s so this house in particular seemed clean cut and pristine, catching a resemblance almost of a castle whether then a mansion. But judging from how rich these people were, they might as well be an aristocratic society. Alnon didn’t care much for home exterior, but every once in awhile, he likes to think what it’d be like if he too owned one. Maybe he wouldn’t have to scrape by and take side jobs like this. Maybe then he could work himself up to be a semi-normal person. That’s what he’d like to think anyway. `Alnon glanced upwards at the house intently, hiding behind a conveniently shaped tree as he heard a ‘click’ of the door shutting, revealing a small girl with silver hair and snow white skin. Her hair curled gracefully at the ends as she tugged on her brown jacket. Clutched in her hand was a small brown bear and a small porcelain doll in the other. Alnon took out a folder and skimmed through the pages to the info profile of the kid. Name: Ambrosia Theol Age: 9 Born: April 6, 1889 Eye color: hazel Hair color: Silver Height: 4”3 Personality: Miss Theol has a kindred spirit though sometimes when not can cause in whining and fussing. She loves drawing fantasy creatures and role plays with her toys under a small willow tree. Despite her hyperactivity she never turns away in helping her family. Likes: Butterflies, jasmine tea, vegetable/tomato soup, Sunny days, rainbow flowers. Dislikes: Insects, stormy nights, ghost stories *Note: She might be a bit hasty upon approaching her. She seems curious than others, so see to it that you come in peace. Coax her in the best way that you can. Alnon planned to do just that. He made sure to approach subtly, his eyes shifted towards the window where the mother could be seen cooking in the kitchen, just in the distance of the parlor. He dug in his satchel a new, blonde porcelain doll and candy bag. Alnon inched up, holding his cane on his arm. “Rather foggy day to be playing outside, miss~” He spoke in a silky voice. The little girl gasped, glancing up to see his head held high , leaning against his cane in a confident stature. “I believe so, sir. Though, it means my castle is hidden from intruders. That way, the princess is safely kept hidden from danger,” she replied confidently. Alnon chuckled, bending down as he held the two things behind his back.     “Well aren’t you the smartest princess in this neck of the kingdom. Just for that, you get an extra special treat! But you gotta close your eyes!” He points. Ambrosia giggled and complied. Alnon pulled out the doll and tied the candy to its wrist. “Okay, now open your eyes.”Ambrosia opened and her smiled widened, gently reaching out for it only to stop. “O-Oh pardon me, may I have this?” She asked, anxiously fidgeting with her sweater. If Alnon was a fool for emotions, he would’ve squealed at the thought of her modest question, though any sort of feeling, he’d instantly numb himself. He remembered the last time an employee started to go soft on the victim, and several days after their escape, he was found and dismembered. So he made sure to keep things strictly business. That was the motto for them. Alnon nodded. “Of course, young lady, how formal of you to ask.” He gently handed her the toy before sitting next to him “Say would this princess be making a grand entrance tomorrow for Hallows Eve?” “No sir, unfortunately not. My mom has personal affairs to attend to, so she won’t be able to make a dress for the princess in time. It's quite a travesty, someone of the royal family to not participate in holiday activities.” Alnon formed a solemn expression. “That is quite a disappointment. I do wished to have graced her presence--unless…” “Unless what?” she looked at him curiously. Alnon shifted his eyes back to her before shrugging. “That is--if you’d be willing to come with me. Just a short ways along here, I have the coziest tailor shop in the whole of Pennsylvania. If i may, I’d be honored to create a perfect gown for the royal gala. If the princess wants~” Ambrosia looked over towards her house before staring at him. “What about my ma and pa? Can’t they come with us--” he put a finger to his lips         “Shhhh. I was thinking--maybe this would be like a surprise. You’d get the dress now, then tomorrow you can show them off to your folks!” He smiles warmly “Or you can just stay at home--” “Yes! Yes!” Ambrosia interrupted before he motioned to be quiet. She nods before standing up straight. “I mean--the princess would be most delighted to have a dress made in her honor. Please and thank you.” she added. That was it. Time to seal the deal. “This way, princess.” he grinned as he led her down the cleaned sidewalk path. There was a lesson tale about this he was sure. Something of a pied piper luring children to their death. Though, he wasn’t given direct orders to do so. He’ll have to wait and see. Just as he walked alongside her, Alnon noticed she was staring at him though still walking in a straight way. For some reason, he started to self consciously adjust his hat and bangs before he cleared his throat. “Is there something bothering you, my lady?” “Nay, sir, though we haven’t been properly introduced, and it's very rude to not say your name when just meeting.” He laughs before slapping his forehead. “Very right, I’m Ellis. What do they call you?” “I’m Ambrosia Theol. Daughter of Walter and Janet Theol,” She answered. “Might you be in the relations of the mayor?” “Its nothing to be parading around. It's very rude to brag about such money affairs. “ Ambrosia and ‘Ellis’ stopped near a car where Elias was lounging in the driver's seat. He eyed the two before he chuckles. “Well aren’t you a sweet little flower~” he grinned eerily Ambrosia backed away a little before bumping into Alnon, making him laugh and gently nudge her forward. “Come on then, get in the carriage, your grace.” he watched her smile fade.     “I’m not--sure about this. He makes me feel very uneasy, sir.”     “You want that dress don’t you? He’ll barely talk, ain’t that right, Jimmy!” Alnon exclaimed as Elias nodded.     “Not a word, I swear of it~” Ambrosia gulped as she glanced at the two before lifting herself up into the carriage. Alnon winks behind her before he got on and sit next to her. Elias soon drove off. Ambrosia clutched onto the doll as she avoided staring at the two. She wasn’t sure why she felt off on the whole situation. It’s not like she was going to be gone for long. Just for a couple hours, then she’d have the most beautiful gown this side of Germantown. Her friends would be in awe, and maybe. Just maybe, she’d catch the gaze of her crush. William Davis. Her own prince. She dreamt of them dancing at the Halloween formal, drinking cider. A wondrous night. She was interrupted by the abrupt stop of the car as she broke out of her daze. In her view was a clean cut apartment, though its inhabitants surrounding didn’t look friendly or welcoming. In Fact, they didn't even look human. Though covered with hats, she watched several men and women walk past the vehicle, different shades of a dark color, some had horns of a different shape. Some holding fire arms, some with knives or daggers. “Mr. Ellis, sir, where are we? I thought we were going into your tailor shop?” She asked meekly. Alnon, enjoying her fear, simply shifted in a solemn expression “I do apologise, Miss Theol, it seems the fog is too thick to drive in. We are in no way able to get pas