Author has written 7 stories for Harry Potter, Keys to the Kingdom, Whip It, Warehouse 13, and Labyrinth.
name: Charlie. Not my real name, sadly, but you'll have to deal.
age: pick a number between 13 and 21.
Gender: Here's a hint - I like boys, and I'm not a homosexual.
hair: Shoulder length, brown. Getting darker by the day though.
eyes: Light/medium brown.
height: 5''7' 1/2 (in feet).
favorite color/song/book about geeks/rapperChanges often, depending on a lot of variables / 'Driving Me Crazy' by Squish / Freak Magnet by Andrew Auseon / MC Frontalot
Intrests: writing, singing, computers, books, cooking, art, TV, school, Manga/ Anime, yaoi, boys... and that's it.
Quote of the however-long-this-is-up-here:
"The Moment we stop learning, we're dead."
Quotes from my friends:
Anoran: Charlie! Guess what?
Anoran: I hugged a toaster today!
Me...And why did you do that, exactly?
Anoran: ...Because it gave me bread.
Me: A toaster does not give you bread. You give a toaster bread and the toaster gives you toast.
Anoran: You LIAR!
Me (standing behind Anoran): So, what are you gonna grab?
Kiba (Standing next to Anoran): I dunno, what are you gonna grab?
Me: Her arms, I guess.
Anoran: What are you guys- (gets picked up) LETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGO!!!!!!!
Quotes from various fanfics (Guess which ones and you get a request!):
?: I couldn't fall in love with the boring, timid guys – I had to fall in love with the glib motherfucker.
Fanart I've Made:
Fanart I've made for other people:
Okay, so I need help continuing this story I'm writing for Coffeehouse Angel. Here's what I have so far:
'Ugh.' Ireland is tiring. Beautiful, of course, but still tiring. My whole body would have been sore if I was human. Instead, the throbbing pain was just settled in my head and ankles, both where my Boss subconsciously informed me that my dawdling after my assignment was not appreciated. I was sprawled on the ground of an alley in Paulsbo, the place that held my next assignment. There was a streetlight directly across from the alley I was in, the light shooting directly into my eyelids, making shadows on my retinas. I tossed my arm over my eyes, lessening the pain in my head slightly.
A few minutes later, I felt more than heard someone approach the door across the alley. I didn't move.
"Hello," The (female?) voice called out cautiously from mere feet away. "Do you need help?" I could tell there was slight panic in the female (The other words confirmed it) voice, and I could tell why. Who wouldn't be even slightly scared at the sight of a guy apparently passed out in an alley?
"Sleepy..." I murmured softly. It was then that I realized this person shouldn't have noticed me.
There was a hesitation in the person's breath. I rolled over.
Just like that, there was a small crash, and I could distinctly hear the sound of a door locking.
'Oh well', I thought as I heard the same voice, but muffled (and was that a meow?) on the other side of the door.
So, how should I continue? It's basically the story from Malcolm's POV, so it has to be congruent w/ the storyline, but I still need help. Any takers?
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