larkspur wrote:
FINALISTS ON FIRST PAGE!!!! I did not pick winners because there is still something off about each of the entries. So re-read the rules/ other info, re-read Canton's bio... see if you can fix whatever seems off.
---Anyone can still enter---
---I will choose only 1 more female---
---You can enter an UNLIMITED amount of entries as long as they are developed---
Thanks for picking Fiona as a finalist! ^^
A render ((That had lots of surgery. XD)) of Canton, Dallas, and Fiona.
I'm not sure if this would happened or not; but hey, I just gave it a shot. XD
---- I also made a small "story" of this picture too. XD ---
Fiona walked outside after she ate her snack; and as she walked through the town street, she heard a few raised voices.
"Dad! I don't WANT to go back to the pampered life! YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Dallas yelled.
Canton growled, "Don't yell at me! And of course I understand, I'm YOUR father!"
Fiona walked into the alley and hid behind a barrel to hear a bit more.
Dallas countered, "You're not acting like MY father!"
She couldn't take it anymore; she didn't want to see another family fight like she did with hers.
"C-Canton? Is that you?" She came out, trying to hide the fact she was hiding behind the barrel.
Dallas turned to see her, and Fiona blinked and stared at Dallas for quite awhile.
Dallas smirk, and he teased Canton, "Is she your GIRLFRIEND?"
Fiona turned away, and she smiled a bit. 'Ah... pfft... heck no.' She thought.
Canton angrily turned to his son, "She is not! She's my teammate, now go away! I don't want to see "my son's" face right n-"
"AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE "MY DAD'S"!" Dallas yelled.
Fiona shyly asked, "Canton?" Canton turned to his teammate. "Is... is he your son?"
"Yes... why?" Canton asked her.
A growl sounded, but it was barely heard. "Why? Why do you treat him like he's worse than a dog?!"
"Because he is! He's a stray!"
"And what's so wrong about being a stray?!"
"EVERYTHING! They're nothing more than filthy, dirty creatures!"
"But he's YOUR SON! Don't treat him like a peice of trash!"
Fiona stopped there. Her face froze. She remembered. That word... her past... it pained her. Fiona started to sob a bit... she didn't know why, but she felt weak and very sick in the stomach.
"DAD! Don't talk to her like that! See what you did?!" Dallas told his father.
Canton pushed his son aside and looked at Fiona; he knew not to get too close to her. Fiona stopped sobbing and looked at Dallas.
"Don't worry about me; it was just... a reaction." She lied.
She sighed and walked out of the alley. Peice of trash! The voice rang through her head, and she growled. "I AM NOT A PEICE OF TRASH! YOU WILL NOT TELL ME THIS AGAIN! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID VOICE IN MY HEAD!"
Canton came out of the alley and walked up next to Fiona. He asked her "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just hate how those bad memories can still linger in your head..."
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"Truth had gone, truth had gone, and truth had gone.
Ah, now truth is asleep in the darkness of the sinister hand."