Post by Pineapple on May 14, 2009 17:54:12 GMT -5
Full Name:
Penelope Rachel Anne, Rachel being her twin sisters name, though she ended up dying before she was born. Penny doesn't know obviously, it's just a tid bit of info!
Nickname:
Penny, and many cheesey enough to make you cringe, but only her parents called her such name...without her pouting considerably.
Age:
7 and a half, and you'd better not forget the half or she will point it out to you, quite bluntly.
Gender:
Girl. Not a woman, not a female, just an adorable little girl!
Height:
Just barely 4 feet tall she's sort of tall for her age, and lanky, like her father. Not awkwardly lanky, like some teenage boys tended to be, but just barely so. Her mother often commented how she could grow up and be a model without any extra work, natural beauty and fantastic genetics!
Description:
Penny's eyes are an almost perfect mix of each of her parents, the hazel-olive between her fathers warm brown eyes and he mothers kind emerald ones. They're often wide eyed in wonder of the world, always twinkling with laughter. Well, often were like that. Now they stay wide in horror of what has become of this world, stuck that way because if she closes them she fears she'll never be able to open them and face this terrible world again. They constantly twinkle with slowly leaking tears, for her 7 and a half year old mind can not comprhend what or why this is going on. Eyes that remind her of her parents, who she hasn't seen in so long. Eyes that have seen far more than any other child her age.
Penny's hair is her mothers, long wavy brunette locks, usually tied back in intricate designs by her mother, who constantly played with her daughters indentical hair. In breif lapses whne Penny's hair isn't tid up or back it sweeps freely down the middle of her back. Often people played with it, and Penny was used to it. It's become razzled in the recent couple of days, the braid looking poorly made, with hair sticking out and rumpled everywhere, strands falling across her vision occasionally.
A described eariler, Penny is slightly taller and skinny, so she looks almost lanky. Clothes usually hang off her casually, because what 7 year old wears tight clothes? Besides, Penny prefers looser clothes, skirt and flowy shirts, and pants are okay as long as they're big, and generally have to be supported by a belt, always hand woven by her seamstress mother. Penny's clothes are often hand made, because it's cheaper and she's always reminded of her mother whenever she goes away breifly.
Outfit:
Penny's clothing had originally been a bright yellow and cream flowery pattern, loose and flowly like she liked, and also made by her mother. It was one of her favorite shirts, and she wore it often, even on the day where her family was taking a simple trip to the store for simple groceries.
Paired with loose khaki shorts and yellow kiddie converse with lady bugs on the front by her mom they had headed out on a sunny day. Now the clothes were dirty from a combination of blood, dirt, and general wear and tear, but Penny wouldn't part with them for the world.
Equipment:
She's seven and a half, locked in a storage room. All she knows is she won't go outside, she'll keep her promise, so she's just been snacking on whatever she can reach and open, and sleeps on whatever she can, be it floor or cardboard boxes. However, before her parents had gone they'd tucked each of their wallets into her teddy bear shaped back pack, which contained only a change of clothes for the play date planned later that day, and a juice and snack which she had finished long ago.
History:
Funny how the weather could be so nice on such a disasturous day. The store had been surprisingly empty when Penny and her family had arrived for a simple shopping trip, as well as the streets, she remembered her parents commenting. They each held one of Penny's hands between there as they wandered through the store cautiously.
When finding nobody her parents had begun wispering over her head, in the voices they used whenever something wasn't right. Feeling her parents worry rub off on her she held their hands more tightly, whimpering quietly when her father ventured off to the front of the store by himself, leaving her and her mommy in the back corner, by the storage room.
He'd come back, winded and wild eyed. Her mother had begun to ask what was going on before he ushered them all into the storage room, shutting and locking the door behind him with keys that jingled as his hands shook.
He began to speak frantically, and Penny remembered her mother swinging her up on her hip. Penny clutched to her mom as her father rambled on, her small stomach twisting uncomfortably.
After awhile of more talking her father had prepared to go back out, at which her mother had protested loudly. He shushed her, like they were playing hide and seek, and told her he would be fine. Of course he would, why wouldn't he? Penny thought they were being awfully silly but didn't want to point this out. In fact, she'd been utterly silent since they entered the store.
Her father had gone out, leaving the keys, and Penny curled up in her mothers lap for a nap. The storage room had no windows, and the light was switched on though it must've been getting late now.
"Mommy, when are we going home?" she asked quietly as her mother began to stroke her hair. The long fingers stopped suddenly before resuming hastily.
"Soon honey, soon," Penny accepted this, even though her mothers voice sounded far off.
She'd been just about to drift off to sleep when an unearthly scream rang from somewhere nearby, followed by a chorus of others and the pounding of running feet. Penny jolted up as her mother stood suddenly. Looking up at her mother she waited for an 'it's okay honey' or something like that. But her mother didn't say anything, just stared horrified at the door as the sounds grew louder.
Her mother had bent down just as suddenly, held her tight, kissed her forehead, and looked her seriusly in the eye.
"Peanut, Penny, Honey, I need you to be a big girl for mommy and daddy," here she paused to swallow slowly, "okay? Mommy has to go get daddy, then we'll go home okay? But until then I'm going to lock the door behind me, so no one bad can come in while we're gone, alright honey? So just promise me you'll stay here till daddy and I come back, okay? Don't leave for anything, alright Penny?" she was rambling now but Penny nodded firmly, seriously.
"Okay mommy, I promise," she whispered, because it still didn't seem right to talk to loud. Her mother nodded, kissed her forhead again, and grabbed the keys her father had left. Opening the door she turned to give Penny a smile before closing the door behind her, with a definte 'click' of the lock.
The screaming started up again after awhile, but ended and let the silence encompass Penny for...about three days now.
What kind of zombie they would most likely be:
Child zombie much? WItch when she grows up maybe, but she'd be a child zombie fo sho right now cuz she's well...a child!
Other:
So yeah, she's locked up in a storage room in a store, but her mother dropped the keys not to far from the room, and she'll make some kind of noise to alert Nickel soo yeah. Just fyi.
