Ronehl

In the Half Light

New York in the middle of the summer, hot like you wouldn't believe. Well, recently, anyway. The weatherman had been going off lately about a heat wave of sorts, and the whole city was taking it full force. People went out of their way to stay inside, and bottled waters were a necessity if you were going out. Places without air conditioning were all-out avoided, and places with had gained business tenfold. And no one in their right mind wore anything more than shorts and a T-shirt.

You'd been out running an errand, which was now thankfully complete. You'd been forced to walk most of the way, as cabs were being dominated by anyone and everyone. You attempt fan yourself off with your hand, but it does little good. Rats... And if there was one thing you did not want to do, it was walk all the way back home. That would be absolutely torturous. So, you begin briskly down the street, hoping to see a place you could stop for refreshments. Aha!

That looked appealing, a small shop nestled in between two larger buildings. There were two small tables outside(Neither occupied), and the inside was painted like an old 50's soda shop. They still made those? Huh. Who knew? You blunder through the glass door, and are met by a blast of cool air and the tinkle of bells. The place sure is bustling, there were couples and groups and people that were here alone. It wasn't much of a surprise, there was nothing like a cold soda on a hot day. You make your way over to the counter and take a seat on one of the cushioned stools. You catch the eye of the young man who is apparently the waiter, and wave him over.

He looks more than a little disheveled, his grey-blonde hair tussled and bright blue eyes wide and attentive. His mouth is pursed and he looks like all the attention the shop's been getting has been taking it's toll. Hey, you say with a small wave, and he manages a meek smile. What can I get you? He asks, glancing at the door. After giving him your decision, you stretch your arms out in front of you onto the counter contentedly. He seemed alright. What had his nametag said? Ronehl. He seemed to be the only one working here, which was a bit odd. It didn't seem right to dump all this work on one guy. But nonetheless, he arrives seconds later at your seat, a tall glass of still-fizzing soda in his hand. He pushes it across the table and you flick through your wallet, pulling out the necessary compensation. Thank you! He chirps. After taking a sip of your drink - Sweet, cold, and carbonated; just what the doctor ordered - you decide to talk with this Ronehl a bit. It looks like his day could use some livening.Busy day, huh? You begin nonchalantly. He looks surprised that you're talking to him, and it takes a moment for him to answer. Er, yeah! I mean, it isn't usually like this. But it's been really hot out, you know? I don't remember it being like this last year. Not that it was cold last- He stops himself, and a faint blush crosses his face. He rubs his arm and coughs. Well... Yeah. It has been. He concludes. You smile. So, Ronehl, You begin with a purposeful look at his nametag, How long have you worked here? Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?

Stats

Lock us up safe

Name: Ronehl
Alias: Ron
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Age: Nineteen
Brush: Faerie
Mood: Shy
Personality: Passive, Apologetic, High-strung, OCD
Roleplay: Quad, anthro, human
Body Type: Tall, skinny
Fur: Deep Sky Blue
Head: Pale Gray
Eyes: Turquoise

Conscience

Orderly * * * * * Disorderly
Mellow * * * * * Quick-Tempered
Careful * * * * * Careless
Outgoing * * * * * Withdrawn

Trusting * * * * * Mistrustful
Relaxed * * * * * Stressed
Calm * * * * * Tense
Secure * * * * * Insecure

Rational * * * * * Paranoid
Friendly * * * * * Incompatible
Talented * * * * * Incompetent
Social * * * * * Reclusive

Intelligent * * * * * Unintelligent
Practical * * * * * Impractical
Polite * * * * * Blunt
Gullible * * * * * Astute

Past

We run through these streets

Chapter one

The shop

Can make a place new

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The Fishtank

But the night tears us loose

I remember when I was really little - so little in fact, I hadn't even started through the foster phase - the orphanage I was housed at had a dog. He wasn't a little dog, in fact he was very big. He seemed Labrador-ish, but I wouldn't know what he was for sure - I'm not a dog person. I don't remember his name, it's been a long time; but I remembered the other kids loved him. They would chase him through what we had of a back yard, throw him sticks, snuggle up to him and take naps, you know. All that good old-fashioned... dog stuff. He could really liven up the place, and he did every day.

But... I didn't like him very much. I think I was the only one, I so enjoyed peace and quiet, and I just naturally associated the dog with noise and floods of other children. When they were rollicking in the yard, I was sitting against the fence reading The Phantom Tollbooth(That book was, and always has been, a favorite of mine). And not only would I have other people to deal with, but a great, slobbering beast that could knock me over in a heartbeat. I've said it once, I'll said it again- I don't like dogs.

I suppose the folks that ran the orphanage were a bit put-off by my antisocial ways, so they did the best they could do: They bought me a little feeder fish that must have lasted three weeks before his bowl was knocked over and he was crushed. I didn't cry - I'm not sure why, really. I loved that fish. This sounds pathetic, but he was my friend when no one else was. I could actually talk to him without feeling like he was judging me. And I named it what everyone probably names their first fish: Swimmy.

And from then on, I've loved fish. Back in those days, I'd do all sorts of chores and jobs to save money and buy fish. At first they were just feeder fish, but when I grew to adolescence, collecting fish grew from a passion to a hobby. I'm now the proud owner of a fifty-gallon fishtank displayed on a counter in my apartment. It has all sorts of fish and trinkets inside, many of which are quite old. But the decorations don't matter all that much. It's the fish that are really something.

Ah, Sodapop the Bluna. My celebration fish. Oh, confused? Well, Sodapop was the first fish I got when I moved to my new apartment. Of course, he was only a quarter the size back then. But nonetheless, I still love him, perhaps a bit more then any of my others. He has a character to him that I'm almost sure any large fish do, ya know? He's pretty bossy for a fish, he's always the first one to get to the food and the last one to leave. And when he isn't eating, he's floating grandly in the center of the cage, displaying his plumy blue fins. He's really something to look at, and notably, my only named fish.

In fact, solely because of him, I've considered getting other larger fish once or twice. Unfortunately, I doubt my tank is even big enough. Ah, maybe some day. But for now, I'm glad to have these colorful little ones.

Haha, I have a soft spot for this feisty little Primella. He was a gracious gift from my friend Kiohmo on Valentines day, and I keep him in a solitary bowl that sits on my nightstand. Not for the reasons you're probably assuming though, I'm afraid my dear friend doesn't know a great deal about fish. ;) Primella are aggressive towards other fish, and while I made an effort to keep him in the main tank, it didn't much work out. But I feel he's more comfortable in my room than the main room for some reason. Mind you, I haven't told Kio her gift has got it out for the rest of my school. And while I can't keep him with the others, it means a lot to me that she'd go out of her way to get me something that meaningful. She doesn't care for fish, you know.

Every good tank must have a bottom-feeder, and that's where my Ghoti comes in. While he might be beautiful, I'm afraid he isn't terribly active; drowsing at the bottom of the tank all day. He's also quite big, even though he doesn't take up a lot of room: He's so flat! He also doesn't require me to feed him, with him eating algae and all, so he's very low-maintenance. What a nice little guy. I'm glad to have him!

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Family

But they only echo

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Bevando- The closest thing to a brother I have, lucky me... Ah, sorry, it's just... Uh. We go way back. He was a part of one of the foster families I was introduced to, and became my big brother. Albeit, a reluctant one. He was around four and a half years older than me, and I'm pretty sure he hates me to this very day, although we still keep in touch. We had a number of disagreements, most of which spiraled around magic and things of the sort. He started the arguments, and I backed away. I think it made him angrier, but I'm not sure why... I'd like to think that deep down, he loves me, like all those sappy family stories parents tell their kids. But sometimes I'm not so sure...



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Familiar faces

And I can't recognize you

Moravera- I guess Vera and I seem more like polar opposites than friends, right? Huh, yeah; I can see how one would think that, I guess. We met under less-than-magnificent circumstances, you could say, and I'm pretty sure she was trying to take advantage of me when we first met. I've shrugged it off by now, she's got a good heart even if some people can't see it. Vera has dug herself into a pretty deep ditch as they say, and I'm afraid it won't be long before she hits rock bottom. She can be so frustrating sometimes... I wish she would open her eyes and realize she had a family that loves her and wants to help her any way they can. And I want to help her too, I really do. I'm just... Not sure how.


Kiohmo- Vera's sister, first off; even though the two are nothing alike. Whilst Vera is sly and charming, Kio is shy and sweet. She's a lot of fun to be around too, not that Vera isn't. But Kio is... Different. Something sets her apart from everyone else I know, but that's probably because I've never had much of a best friend before. She just stumbled into my shop one day, and things went from there. I invite her over for dinner occasionally, and sometimes we go to movies or take walks and just talk, you know? I like making her laugh, and she always finds someway or another to lift my spirits. She even helps me out in the shop when she has time, even though she's been a bit busier lately; what with her new job. I'm sure things are going fine for her, even though I can't seem to persuade her to give college a go.


Mokhee- Mo is a sister to Kio and Vera, believe it or not! She looks a bit different from the rest of their family from what I've seen, and I don't know her all that well. But sometimes we run into each other when I visit Kio. She seems very outgoing and friendly, and I hear she's going into law enforcement. I've asked her sisters about her before, but Vera seems to hate her and Kio seems to like avoiding the subject. Haha... I'm sure we'll get a proper introduction eventually.


Exha and Lunuhr- The girl's parents, and two very nice folks if you ask me. I can definitely see Mo and Vera in their mother, and Lunuhr has Kio's quiet thoughtfulness. They seem particularly happy I've befriended Kiohmo, I guess she's had just about as much social luck as I've had. But anyway, they're the picturesque good-old-fashioned couple. They really love each other - it's not hard to tell. I hope I can be as happy as they are, one day or another.

Art

And hide the key

By Anna
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By Others
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Music~

Arcade Fire

You told us that
We were too young
Now that night's closing in
And in the half light
We run
Lock us up safe
And hide the key
But the night tears us loose
And in the half light
We're free

Strange how the half light
Can make a place new
You can't recognize me
And I can't recognize you

We run through the streets
That we know so well
And the houses hide so much
We're in the half light
None of us can tell
They hide the ocean in a shell

The ocean in a shell
Our heads are just houses
Without enough windows
They say you hear human voices
But they only echo

They only echo
They only echo
Only echo

(We are not listening, we are on the streets)
(We are not listening, we are on the streets)

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