Jus' Anotha One...

You know the drill We can figure out setting later.

Name: Annaleah
Gender: female
Age: 14
Appearence: Long red hair, green eyes, pale skin dusted with freckles. She's about 5'3" tall.
Other info: She's from a time period similar to the 1800's in the real world.

Name: Mikey Verhime
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance. Black hair and red eyes. A little under six feet tall. He has demon like features and human features since he is a half demon. Has scars from his childhood.
Other info: (Uh, I'll think of this later)

(hmm, where should the setting be?)

I have no idea. . .

How 'bout...hmm where is ur charrie usually?

I made up this town called Masquiott, which is his home town. He's at the cemetary a lot. . .so if you wanna use Masquiott, tell me, and I'll tell everything I have about it.

Sure thing! Go ahead.

Okay. Masquiott is a small city that is surrounded by bigger cities. The average weather is rainy, and it doesn't really get much warmer than 60 degrees. It has the Foundation headquarters, which is a demon hunting group, and in my actual story are the evil ones. I really haven't planned out Masquiott, but we can make stuff up. Oh, and there is a cemetary there. :3

Okay! Who wants to start? We can start in the cemetary

I'll start, cause if Mikey is at the cemetary, he is looking at the graves of his dead parents.

Mikey: It didn't seem like it had been 5 years since that day. It felt longer, and nothing could reverse the fact that I had killed them. Me, a fourteen year old, had killed one of the greatest demon lords and his wife. My mother and father. . ."I'm sorry I killed you." I muttered under my breath as the wind carried the colored leaves away. "I didn't mean to." I didn't care if I looked like an idiot. I was a lot of worse things, anyway.

(Okay, I'm gonna make some minor alterations for my character to fit the scene like clothes and such)

Annaleah: She shivered and wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, walking through a place that looked like a park. The air was heavy and damp, weighing down the greenery that normally would have been cheery. She wished Cricket were with her. She didn't like new places as much when she was all alone, especially a cold place like this.

She finally reached the top of a hill, and blinked at the sight. It wasn't park, it was a cemetary.

(Oh, okay!)

Mikey: Nothing I could say would change me. I was a monster. . .a freak condemed to living the life of the exiled. I wrapped my white scarf tighter around my neck, and I fidgeted with my gloves. Dang, it was colder than usual. I took a deep breath, and I placed the wilting lilies on the gravestone. It didn't matter anymore, it was too late to do anything. Turning around, I saw a shadowed figure. I muttered a few curses under my breath, and walked on. I needed to get out of here. . .

Annaleah: She stopped to look around, when she saw a strange figure walking away. She hesitated, wondering whether to call out to it or not. She needed some directions. But, she could find what she needed just fine on her own, if she looked long enough...and she didn't know what type of people lived here. But who did she think the figure was? A ghost? She smiled to herself. "Excuse me?" She called to the figure, and waved.

Mikey: Oh crap. . .the person is coming closer. Guess I have to talk this one out. . . I put my hood up, and I stopped walking. "Uh, Hello. What is it?" I asked, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice. Damn it, I think they found out I was back in town.

Annaleah: The man seemed nervous for some reason as I hurried to approach him. "I--sorry to intrude, I'm not from here," she said, bashfully looking at him with wide green eyes. "Do you know a place to stay the night? I seem to be a bit lost..." her voice faded off. He had an unsettling look to him. She couldn't quite explain it.

Mikey: "You aren't intruding. I was done here, anyway. Do you want me to lead you to town?" My gaze kept going off of the person and into the surroundings. What was going on here? I let my mind wander a bit, but then I came back to reality. This was going to be hell. . .

Annaleah: She hesitated, then nodded, "That would be lovely, thank you."

Mikey: "Just follow me." I started walking on the dirt path out of the cemetary. I knew that this could be a big mistake, and that this person was actually from the Foundation. I didn't want to go back to that prison. . . I shuddered just thinking about what they would do to me if they caught me again. "So, who are you?"

Annaleah: "Annaleah," she said slowly. "I was just about to ask the same of you."

Mikey: "Oh, I'm Mikey." I replied as quickly as I could. I didn't really want to give out my name, but I didn't have any other alternatives. I was going to burn for this later, I could tell. "Where are you from?"

(It's a place I made up XD)

Annaleah: She smiled. "Well, it's a little city on the sea called Luna Nuova. Others who've visited tell me it's a unique place to be," she said, and then her smile faded slightly. "but, even things unusual grow to be usual after a while, and then possibly grow boring."

Mikey: "Oh, well. I'm sure it sounds like a great place to be. It's probably better than here. . ." My gaze trailed to the ground. I did a half-hearted laugh, and I frowned.

Annaleah: She looked at him curiously. "What's all that bad about here?"

Mikey: I traced the faint scars on my arm, and I sighed. They reminded me of all the bad things. "You'll find out if you stick with me long enough."

Annaleah: She sighed. "You're another one of those characters, aye?"