~Astor

Grace looks around for a moment, not registering that we're not in the gym.  Then she glares at me and yells, "What are you doing!?  This is NOT the gym!  We are going to be SO late!!"

"Not my fault!"  I cry, waving my arms in front of me.  "I was imagining the gym!"

Grace punches my chest, sending me flying across the room.  "Don't lie to me, Astor!"

"I-I wasn't lying!  I promise!" I gasp, ignoring  other people in the room.  Wait.  Other people.  I struggle to my feet and teleport in front of Grace.  "What are YOU thinking?!  There are other people here!  Do you want enemies in whatever this place is!?"

"I don't care if I have enemies.  Just more practice for soccer." Grace shrugs, then walks away. 

My story isn't on NaNoWriMo, but my character needs more development on how she interacts with other people.

Elenna~

I trudged through the muddy creek bed, muttering. Did it have to rain? So much for my picnic with Logan. It would be less awful if he was here, but of course, being me, I offered to come early and set up. I reached the spot we'd agreed on, and as I expected, it was soggy and gross. Not really the place you want to eat. A leaf tipped above me, and I got a dribble of cold water down my back. I glared up at the offending branch, then had an idea. Wiping off my back (to no effect), I continued a little ways down the stream until I saw my pile of rocks. It was a tiny island, a few boulders in the stream, but on top were the ruins of an old windmill. I used to sit up there for hours and think. I climbed up and perched in my usual spot. The cool breeze made the flyaways sticking out of my french braid dance, and I tucked them behind my ear. Suddenly, the stones under me shifted. I turned to take a look, and the whole thing collapsed, sending me into darkness. The rough stones surrounding me smoothed, and I reached out a hand. I felt a solid piece of wood for a moment, then it gave, and I tumbled out of a closet into a dimly lit room bustling with people.

Teak~ I follow Jaycak, who moves agonizingly slowly. We go past the edge of the lake, circling around to the other side. He points to a long, tall tree. I stare at him. He shifted his shoulders up and down. He told me it meant I don't know. Then, he runs for the tree. I run after him, not stopping to think what a totally weird idea this is. Before I hit the tree, we start to fall, down, down down.

Jake~I open my eyes to see a sunlit café. I have a moment to wonder if the business with that other world was just a weird dream- then I see the racoon girl, Teak, looking down at me. She helps me up. "Are you all right?" I nod, then realize that she just spoke. 

"You can speak English?" Teak shifted on her feet. She shook her head no. Still using symbols... I stand up and together we look around the room. At first, it seems pretty normal. Four girls and two boys are hanging out in the cafe. Then I realize one is wearing some kind of medival outfit, a thin, ragged girl,and were those wings on one of the boys? "So many animals like me..." Teak whispers. "Do you know them?" 

"I don't know every single human in the world." I answer. "And I've never seen any of these people in my life."

~~~MJ~~~

MJ landed on cool ground. She fell over onto her back with an Oaf.  Mj laid on the floor confused. Were was she? What had happened? 

Mj got up, confused. She appeared to be in a resturant.  People were everywhere, wearing the same confused expression. 

MJ studied the people. There were normal people, but there was an elf...........

An elf, but elf's didn't exist...

"What is going on here!" Mj said, confused

~Mia

Mia pulled every bit of strength together to keep from hiding in the corner. Darren, the elf, seemed pretty nice. Her feathery white wings sparkled with a touch of dew. It looked like something you would see in a story, or... maybe even the Realms. She’d have to ask Wayne about it if they ever got back. Or, no, she would definetly have Gabby ask for her instead. Wayne was scary. Farren considered her carefully, analyzing her... greatest weakness? Humiliating shyness? No, no, she seemed too nice to even think of those things. Mia opened her mouth to voice a question, stopped, then decided to get on with it. “Are you from the Realms?” She hesitated, then continued. “I have a friend who lives in Ren.”

Farren’s brow wrinkled. “The Realms, no, I’m from...”

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I’ll leave you to finish.

ok, so basically the Realms are an alternative dimension to the real world, which we live in. Mia has traveled there before with two classmates, and met Wayne, a thief. Also having writer’s block, so...

Connor Sandors~

Connor quietly slipped out of his brothers old cottage. Thirteen-year-old Elieen had been snoring all night, and sleeping on the hard wood floor wasnt to comfortable to sleep on. The cool night breeze felt refreshing on his face. This past week had been hard on him, but even more brutal on Eillen. First Eileen's mother had died mysteriously, then her father, Connor's twin brother, died on the Bunker Hill battlefield. 

Connor sighed deeply. He waked to the creek that Philip, his brother, and him had played when they were young. Every day after they had finished thier work, Philip and him had gone down to the creek, playing army, bandits, or knights. Connor would always force his brother to be the bad guy so he could be the hero. He remembered how Philip would begudginly say yes but have fun anyway. Philip had always been Father's favorite. Connor smiled as he recalled the bittersweet memories. 

The icy snow crunched under his boots as he walked back to the cottage. He pushed the wooden door open then everything went black. 

~~~

I decided to use Connor from a short story for my writing class I wrote. Its placed in 1775, when the Rev. War was going on. Eileen was the MC in my story, so I thiought Id try to write with Connor.

By the way, here's what my charries look like when they fall into the Cafe;

Teak: African American, with dark skin and darker brown hair in a never-been-combed Afro. Honey brown eyes with flecks of gold. Tall. Well muscled. Girl, though that isn't obvious. Bits of leaf in her hair to look like ears and a leaf tail. Wearing a pair of roughly sewn shorts and a tie-dye T-shirt.

Jake: Peach skin and brown hair; short, but you get the impression he needs a haircut. Hazel eyes. Black framed glasses. Looks moderately athletic. Wearing a pair of jeans and a gray-blue jacket. Boy.

Can you guys do that too, so I can post like my charries are seeing you properly? Alright, starting...

Teak~ So many humans...  Before yesterday, I've never even seen one, and now there must've been at least seven here, not counting Jayke. Or me. Teak pushed aside that thought and looked at everyone more closely. There was a boy- or was it a girl- with small wings, like a bird. Jayke was looking suprised- maybe people didn't normally have wings? There was also a slightly ragged girl with black eyes, like Caw. Another girl seemed a little different, too- Teak couldn't tell what. Another girl dressed kind of like Jayke was over talking to the kid with wings, and the last was standing shocked in the middle of the room. Suddenly, the door flew open and another kid stumbled in. Well, I suppose now would be a good time to practice my English, if I can speak it. 

I made my way over to the boy. "Hello?" I asked. He looked up at me, startled. He blinked fast.

"Wha- who- where are we?" I curled up my tail and angled my ears, saying I don't know. He looked confused. Oops. I fix my mistake and shrug instead. He got to his feet and looked around.

"I'm Teak." I told him. "That boy over there is Jake. What's your name? Are you a human?"

"Um, yes," he said. "How did you get here? I just walked through my cottage door, but I'm pretty sure I didn't see you there. Do you have a cottage?" I shook my head.

"What's a cottage? I just went through a 'interdimensional portal' according to Jake." I smile.

As reference, her hammer is about the size of Eve. Only she has the strength to carry it, sorta like Thor's hammer. It can talk but only she can hear it.

Eve has light brown hair to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She's fairly short and wears a medieval-ish shirt with medieval-ish pants. 

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I walk around the room, wide-eyed. Who are these people? What's up with their clothes? Is that... A winged elf? They live in the skies as well? I hold my hammer close to my chest and start to realize its bringing attention. Is this the hammer's work? Did it teleport me to this weird... place? I start to walk around.

"Um... Excuse me, but what province of Fregard are we in?" I ask the person nearest to me. He looks at me, confused.

"Oh god, we aren't in Shurshland, are we?" I exclaim nervously. He shakes their head.

"I don't know where you're from, honey, but this ain't Kansas anymore," He mutters before turning to his friends. Kansas? Is that another land? 

I look around miserably. Who are these people? I start to feel dizzy from confusion and take a seat in the nearest unoccupied chair.

"Okay hammer, I know I'm supposed to stay mad at you but I really need your help right now," I whisper to my hammer nervously. It glows slight red then returns to normal, as if ignoring me in its own rude way. 

This isn't really a post because I have no ideas right now, but I'll post my characters' appearances so some of you aren't confused.

Astor- light brown anime boy hair, green eyes, tall, skinny, fair skin

Grace- she's asian, has freckles, brown eyes, muscular, and kinda short.