Post by High's .Valentine. on Feb 5, 2009 2:58:18 GMT -5
Username:
Northie
Current canons:
Cid Highwind
Canon you're auditioning for:
Loz
Media canon is from:
FFVII: Advent Children
Is the current canon taken?:
No
Audition post:
“Ugh…HA-CHOO!” Standing next to a hedge, a large man gave a tired sniff as he rubbed the back of his palm against his nose. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes with little restraint and he crushed the ball of his hands into his eyes, hoping to stop the waterworks. Groaning, Mother’s strongest son, Loz, removed his hands and gritted his teeth in frustration. No, the man wasn’t crying for once. His crybaby mannerism had been displaced by the discomfort he was receiving from this darn world.
Flowers, flowers, flowers, FLOWERS.
“They stink…” the man muttered to no one in particular, his deep masculine voice wobbling slightly as he pinched at his nose in an attempt to block out the smell of the flowers, all the while snarling in contempt as he glared bitterly at the flower patch before him. If only they were normal sized flowers, then well, Loz could stand normal sized flowers. One stomp and the disgusting plant would be reduced to snapped stems and crushed petals. However, these cheaply perfumed weeds…Loz sneezed again when he attempted to sneak another breath into his burning lungs. Though their stems are half of his bulky muscular size, they stood heads taller than the silver head, which was saying something. Small flowers he could handle, but giant roses, tulips, and daffodils that towered over him was another thing.
Finally unable to hold his breath any longer, the bulky man released his nose, taking a huge disgruntled breath. Scoffing, the man’s leather gloved hand squeaked as his fingers clenched into a fist so hard that the form fitting black leather along his muscular arm stretched along bulging muscles. If Loz could punch through walls with little to no effort, smashing a giant stem into green sinewy pulp would be like crushing an empty can.
“Mother would never send me to a place like this if she was here,” Loz glanced at the flowers again, feeling fatigue and vile repulsion just at the sight of the color and the faint whiff of the smell. If Mother didn’t send him, then who could have been the culprit behind this distasteful mission? Mother’s beloved son, Kadaj, of course. The youngest brother had promised Loz that it was not a hard assignment. Enter the world, take the needed good, and leave. No cunning manipulating involved. The young teen failed to mention the lack of civilization and sane mind in Wonderland. And now the first son was trapped against his will in a giant forest after curiously engulfing a whole bottle of who knows what. Loz doubted that Mother would attempt to smother him in an assignment with too much flowers unlike Kadaj.
It wasn’t fair that Kadaj received all the attention from Mother. The youngest son obtains the order, and then passes it down to Loz if the mission required more brawns than brain. A small part of him—the part that’s in sweet denial—knew that Mother loved Kadaj more than the two elder siblings. The eldest brother also knew that Kadaj was the most talented between the three. Mother had a good reason to love Kadaj more than her other two sons but…
Pressure began to build up behind Loz’s eyes and the first brother took another breath, this one hitched and watery. Squeezing his eyes shut, Loz’s thickly padded shoulders slumped. The huge man, who was all scowl and aggravation one minute, was suddenly reduced to a child denied of his parent’s love.
Titters pulled him out of his lament, and the large man snapped to attention, tears and self pity forgotten. More giggles, narrowing his cat like green eyes, the man approached the source of the sound, which was from the flower patch he was trying to avoid. Gossip. It sounded like a group of chattering young women.
Ugly…simply repulsive…I quite agree!..sobbing like a child.
Harsh words jabbed at his pride as he looked up at the flowers with an expression of dumbfounded amazement. There were voices coming from these flowers. Flowers he usually would not think twice to step on.
A crybaby!
Growling, Loz punched the stem of the particular flower he was staring at, a dahlia that had just had the nerve to call him a crybaby! “Hey! You meanie!” The man shouted up the stem, lacking intelligent curses for the dahlia with the scalding tongue.
There was a moment of silence, and Loz thought he had silenced the voices for good, but then the whole field of livid flowers broke into peals of laughter in unison, raining scorn down on the eldest brother. His smirk was promptly wiped off of his angular face.
“This game isn’t funny anymore,” he growled quietly, barely audible beneath the guffaw of Wonderland’s flowers, which would soon be reduced to nothing but petal, pulp, and shredded leaves.
Northie
Current canons:
Cid Highwind
Canon you're auditioning for:
Loz
Media canon is from:
FFVII: Advent Children
Is the current canon taken?:
No
Audition post:
“Ugh…HA-CHOO!” Standing next to a hedge, a large man gave a tired sniff as he rubbed the back of his palm against his nose. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes with little restraint and he crushed the ball of his hands into his eyes, hoping to stop the waterworks. Groaning, Mother’s strongest son, Loz, removed his hands and gritted his teeth in frustration. No, the man wasn’t crying for once. His crybaby mannerism had been displaced by the discomfort he was receiving from this darn world.
Flowers, flowers, flowers, FLOWERS.
“They stink…” the man muttered to no one in particular, his deep masculine voice wobbling slightly as he pinched at his nose in an attempt to block out the smell of the flowers, all the while snarling in contempt as he glared bitterly at the flower patch before him. If only they were normal sized flowers, then well, Loz could stand normal sized flowers. One stomp and the disgusting plant would be reduced to snapped stems and crushed petals. However, these cheaply perfumed weeds…Loz sneezed again when he attempted to sneak another breath into his burning lungs. Though their stems are half of his bulky muscular size, they stood heads taller than the silver head, which was saying something. Small flowers he could handle, but giant roses, tulips, and daffodils that towered over him was another thing.
Finally unable to hold his breath any longer, the bulky man released his nose, taking a huge disgruntled breath. Scoffing, the man’s leather gloved hand squeaked as his fingers clenched into a fist so hard that the form fitting black leather along his muscular arm stretched along bulging muscles. If Loz could punch through walls with little to no effort, smashing a giant stem into green sinewy pulp would be like crushing an empty can.
“Mother would never send me to a place like this if she was here,” Loz glanced at the flowers again, feeling fatigue and vile repulsion just at the sight of the color and the faint whiff of the smell. If Mother didn’t send him, then who could have been the culprit behind this distasteful mission? Mother’s beloved son, Kadaj, of course. The youngest brother had promised Loz that it was not a hard assignment. Enter the world, take the needed good, and leave. No cunning manipulating involved. The young teen failed to mention the lack of civilization and sane mind in Wonderland. And now the first son was trapped against his will in a giant forest after curiously engulfing a whole bottle of who knows what. Loz doubted that Mother would attempt to smother him in an assignment with too much flowers unlike Kadaj.
It wasn’t fair that Kadaj received all the attention from Mother. The youngest son obtains the order, and then passes it down to Loz if the mission required more brawns than brain. A small part of him—the part that’s in sweet denial—knew that Mother loved Kadaj more than the two elder siblings. The eldest brother also knew that Kadaj was the most talented between the three. Mother had a good reason to love Kadaj more than her other two sons but…
Pressure began to build up behind Loz’s eyes and the first brother took another breath, this one hitched and watery. Squeezing his eyes shut, Loz’s thickly padded shoulders slumped. The huge man, who was all scowl and aggravation one minute, was suddenly reduced to a child denied of his parent’s love.
Titters pulled him out of his lament, and the large man snapped to attention, tears and self pity forgotten. More giggles, narrowing his cat like green eyes, the man approached the source of the sound, which was from the flower patch he was trying to avoid. Gossip. It sounded like a group of chattering young women.
Ugly…simply repulsive…I quite agree!..sobbing like a child.
Harsh words jabbed at his pride as he looked up at the flowers with an expression of dumbfounded amazement. There were voices coming from these flowers. Flowers he usually would not think twice to step on.
A crybaby!
Growling, Loz punched the stem of the particular flower he was staring at, a dahlia that had just had the nerve to call him a crybaby! “Hey! You meanie!” The man shouted up the stem, lacking intelligent curses for the dahlia with the scalding tongue.
There was a moment of silence, and Loz thought he had silenced the voices for good, but then the whole field of livid flowers broke into peals of laughter in unison, raining scorn down on the eldest brother. His smirk was promptly wiped off of his angular face.
“This game isn’t funny anymore,” he growled quietly, barely audible beneath the guffaw of Wonderland’s flowers, which would soon be reduced to nothing but petal, pulp, and shredded leaves.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao