What the Hell? Personality Check! (R for language)

[Skie Loon]

((Lawl. Mess with your charrie all you freaking want xD Mix up their personalities, make 'em do stuff they'd never ever do...the list goes on. Just have fun torturing x3))

Skie glanced around her surroundings, looking nervous. She had her hands clasped in front of her, twiddling her thumbs as she looked about. Why was she here? A big, empty building with bright stage lights absolutely everywhere. What the hell was this place?

“Uh…Hello?” she called, looking around. Honestly, she didn’t even know how she got in the big building. One minute she’d been having a rock paper scissors game with her Charizard Brute, and the next minute she was standing all alone in the large, strange place.

Well, at least it wasn’t dark.

“Hello?” She called again, “Anyone else here-“ She stopped speaking very abruptly, because she was suddenly cold. She felt…different. The young girl blinked several times and looked down at herself, feeling a slight breeze over her arms and knees where there was none before, and she choked on a horrified gasp at seeing herself…

In a dress.

“Wh…what the hell?!” she exclaimed, looking over the girly red garment in utter terror. Just a moment ago she’d been wearing her trademark jeans and gray hoodie, but now…but now why was she wearing a dress?! “What the hell is going on?!”

Someone laughed cruelly from somewhere outside the building. Skie didn’t know it, but the one responsible for where she was and what she was wearing was the one who gave the menacing chuckle, and she was having a blast.

“Oi! Get down here and show yourself!” Skie yelled angrily, “And…and…” she paused, feeling odd yet again, but now in a totally different way.

“And…why…the FUCK are my nails chipped?!” she shrieked, staring down at her hands. She looked around herself again, her eyes narrowed dangerously, “Who the fuck took my brush? Who the FUCKING HELL stole my brush?!” She patted her hair, “Omigod, my hair is so fucking messy! Where the fuck are all the Goddamn mirrors in this hellhole?!” She looked left, no mirror. She looked right, no mirror. “FUCKING DAMN IT!”

Someone was messing with her, but at the moment she didn’t care. She wanted her hair and nails fixed.

She twirled around furiously, intent on finding herself a hairbrush, nail file, a mirror, and a few other things that she would normally scoff at any other day, and bumped into someone.

“GOD. Watch where the FUCK you’re walking, jackass!”

[Kaine McAllister]

<sub>Kaine sat forward in his seat, a little confused, his smirk falling from his face. Where was he again? He vaguely remembered the Lesterfield coffee shop and a vanilla latte. That and, he was talking to someone to. He had stopped to blink and in a flash he found himself in an entirely different environment. It was dark here he realized. Well, dark on the outside of the stage area.

And then, suddenly, as he blinked again, he found himself in the center of that spotlight, confused as hell and feeling..different. His coffee cup had gotten- what the hell was this? The man glanced down, performing a double take when he spotted the golden sax he was holding between his fingers. He was also surprised to see that his normally common attire had been exchanged for a pure white suit from head to toe. The only thing that stood out was the red, folded over bow over his chest, and then the light brown, smooth leather boots.

It occurred to him that this was not natural.

“Oh no,” he groaned. “Not again.” The man slumped his shoulders, still holding tight to that saxophone, unable to let go because of forces unknown. “Damn it, why does this keep-“

He suddenly straightened, blinked and his memory was…well, for lack of a better word, wiped clean. A devilish smirk danced across his face before he placed the sax between his lips and began to play.

And man did he play.

The lulling, crooning sounds of the Sax fell over a crowded audience. People poured in from a corridor that led into another hallway. He half thought he heard someone screaming in that direction, or rather, cursing, really, really, loudly, but the sounds drowned out as his ears attuned to the croon of his sax as his fingers danced across the instrument.

When he leaned down he smirked, playing notes that sent the ladies in the front row sighing. Now for the final touches.

…

10 minutes Later~

Kaine exits the stage, forcing open the doors that lead into the outer corridor. He isn’t alone. A throng of women fall of them, one hanging on each arm. His voice is smooth and dark, making it far more seductive then it normally would be. “Alright Ladies..whose first?”

A giggle fit erupts in the crowd before he smirks and starts to move. However, he bumps into someone with an “oof” and turns to say, “Hey, watch where you’re going you..” A pause.

The girl reminded him of somebody. Oh well. His smirk grew ten fold. More Lady friends were always a plus. And wild parties were fun.

“Forget her, Kaine,” someone called up from the back.

He shook his head. Besides. With a mouth like that, he'd bet she'd be a regular whirlwind in bed. “Nah, nah. There’s plenty of Kaine to go around. Hey, kid. You legal?” He paused at the thought, but flashed that devilish grin again. Who said there were cops here anyway? No one had to know.</sub>

[Skie Loon]

Frankly, Skie wasn’t at all listening to the music as she searched the crowd for a brush. Oh, how she wanted that brush. She would kill for it. Her hair in its current condition was not to be tolerated. Neither were her nails. How on earth did they end up getting so not-perfect anyway? She’d throttle whoever was responsible later. Oh-ho yes she would.

After bumping into someone and barking out her friendly little greeting, she glared up at the much taller man, fiery grayblue eyes glaring poisonous daggers into the strangely familiar red visor. “Who the fuck d’you think you are?” she demanded hotly, hands on her hips. “’Course I’m Goddamn fuckin’ legal. What the fuck do I look like, a kid?”

She scoffed, her eyes never leaving his visor, “Goddamn bastard, I bet you do think I’m a kid, huh? It’s ‘cuz I’m so fuckin’ short isn’t it? Huh? You stupid prejudice asshole,” she growled, “Is it my fucked up hair? Goddamn, it wasn’t my fault,” she tore her eyes from his visor, searching the crowd for someone who might have what she was looking for. Sadly, no one had a brush, and she cursed all of them for not being convenient to her needs.

“Fuckin’ A,” she growled, and turned back to the tall man. “…The fuck you still here for? Don’t you got better things to do?” she barked. Oh…hold on…

She actually paused and looked at him.

And she didn’t exactly hate what she saw.

Her eyes raked down his tall frame first, then back up even slower. “Hn…” She stared at his broad chest for a moment before glaring back up at his visor.

Oh the things that went through her head.

“Well?” It wasn’t an add-on to her former question. It was more of a “Well, now what do you wanna do, you fuckin’ jerk?”

[Feather]

Aubre

A pair of forest green eyes opened slowly, fluttering as consciousness returned to the trainer's form. When had Achilles learned flash--oh that was just a halogen light--! Wait a minute, the barn barely had working lamps much less indudstrial sized lightbulbs. One minute she'd been napping in the sunlight--and the next she woke up here! Raising to her feet--or trying to the clink of chains startled the easily panicked girl.
Leo's come from me..oh god...he must have caught me napping..if I live I swear I will never ever sleep again!
But there was no Leo--and the only sounds were those of her own breathing, the squeawk of the computer chair below her, and the sound of some fellow playing the sax. As he left the stage her hands fumbled for the mike on the desk, and instant;y her eyes widened.

Without a reason/want to do so she found herself yelling into the mike. To her:
"N-i-c-e- e j-j-ob Mi-s-ster...yo'u're name i-s-s n-ot Le-o-o right?"
To everyone else:
"Give a hand to Mr. Kain Mcallister folks. He puts the jazz in well--quite a few words using that..."
This was hell..in this glass case she was visible to everyone, confined in a room, and forced to yell things---some not exactly the msot polite.

Enigma

When he had woke up in the strange environment E.nigma's eyebrow had not even twitched. The bright pink footie pajamas, and teedybear in his hands drew the same reaction--a lack thereof. It seemed he had remained the same--unlike many of the room's occupants.

Currently he was struggling to reach the punch bowl--whatever asshole had placed it on a 4 foot tall table was on his need to be maimed list.

It didn't help that he couldn't let go of the teddy bear.

Of course for now he just sat near th table, his calm gold eyes examining the room. When Kaine left the stage he too clapped--so what if he looked a little out of place?

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Dalton--REWIND

Baha--oh poor Baha--wait--why was he thinking of a kind of soft drink? What the jumping sassy kittens!?

The man carved his way through the crowd like a predatory cat. His polished black poots thwacked against the tiled floor--he felt a need to grab the autograph of the jazzy man who had been playing earlier. Really now--why had he never heard of this "Mcallister" before?

Running a long fingered hand through his fluffy tan mane he cautiously ducked back stage. As was usual a smile was placed on his feature--wait..no that wasn't--OH THERE HE WAS!

Bounding forward Dalton gentle grabbed Kaine's hand.
"Nice to meetcha Mr. Mcallister--Names Daredevil--Dalton if ya really want to be proper..."
Then his eyes slowly slipped to the hair mussed, nail chipped, bitching, dress wearing Skie.
"Are you not a little old to be flirting with the little potty mouthed lady?"
The lawman part of him had his hackles raised, although the question was asked with a smile--the answer of Mr. Mcallister could either make a friend, or completely send Dalton off his rockers. Wait..why did he think this girl wasn't legal? Did he know her--no of course he didn't--why would a simple police officer and his Arcanine know a potty mouthed debutatante like this?

Pedophiles bothered him.

As did Rhyhorns..and anyone who let that green hared child wander around by himself..no it was damned Enigma who did it.

Who was Enigma?

Eh?

[luna]

"Wasn't I at the Shoal? Oh, I know I was, I know I was!" Luna muttered to herself, wondering where the hell she was. She glanced about her in astonishment. She seemed to be in one of those traditional Frankenstein labs, curious instruments and all. She felt like she was being watched, and cautiously looked up. A laser-ray-thing of some sort was aimed right at her, and seemed to be charging. Before she had a moment to run off, the ray fired, and everything turned a blinding white.

And then, in one moment, that scene evaporated. She sat up quickly, thankful that the nightmare ended. But now where was she? The place seemed all... dark, and it seemed so foreign, yet it was filled with a crowd of people. Strange... She held her head, feeling very... giddy, and unsteadily got up. Artemis appeared to have been napping right next to her, for the fox jumped up and growled at Luna. "Can't you let me sleep for one goddamn moment?!" The Umbreon growled viciously, her yellow eyes glaring.

"Wha-what?" Luna stepped back a few steps, wondering why her own best friend suddenly... turned on her! And yet, she felt no sadness, whatsoever. She felt angry. "Suit y'rself..." She muttered, and trudged towards the group of people.

"So... ye all decided to have s'me sorta party, eh?" She asked, a bored look on her face. "Well, why didn' anyone invite me?!" Her voice sounded strange, as if she were someone from around Texas (Which, of course she didn't know what that place is, yet the name came to mind.).

"Well, y'all are darn right rude for that."

(( Yay for giving Luna a random new accent! xD I couldn't think of anything else... ))

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