Descriptions need to be as well as my Jpoid description up there. If you don't give me one I'll make it up (also like the Jpoid one up there)
CONTENT N' SHIT:
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...
"Sigh. Another rainy day. It almost always rains in this part of town, except for when it's cold enough. Then it snows. No difference to me."
That person right there is your boss and "father." He was the one that raised you as well as you are today. Not letting you get spoiled, even though he is the heir of the Lay-Lo Building Company, responsible for the creation of all the buildings in this town, therefore raking in MILLIONS of dollars. But there was another reason too: he is always protective. Of course you've never really questioned why; you've seen the dank little slums that surround the Lay-Lo skyscraper. But you've always wondered if the rest of the world is like this? It can't possibly be. You've seen pictures, pictures of green plains, pictures of majestic cities.
Pictures of other people that don't look like you.
Just like your father.
Your name is
MARNIE VARKHUND. You are
4 YEARS OLD (technically), although through ways and means and millions of dollars, you have the mind of a
15 YEAR OLD GIRL. You obviously
AREN'T HUMAN. You have never left the
LAYLO SKYSCRAPER in your 4 years of life. Your father (and boss) is
EDWARD VARKHUND. He is
17 YEARS OLD (really). He is
A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE. He has a
SHORT TEMPER. He really loves
WOLVES for some reason.
"Fathe-"
"You're at work, Marnie. Refer to me by name."
"Sorry, fath- Edward."
"Okay, Marnie. What have you got?"
"Um, you know that kid you told us to watch?"
"Ah, yes. Did anyone cover his door with brick wallpaper?"
"Yes, and we caught it on tape. The ad department is already making it into a hilarious Super Bowl ad."
"Haha, yes. Anything else?"
"He's left his house to meet his friends at the park in the other side of town.
"Yes. He shall lead us to the entire group. Good work, Marnie. Thanks."
"Um, Edward?"
"Yes?"
"Why do I look so... different from everyone?"
Edward's spine straightened.
"That is for another day."
Well that's fucking disappointing. All this lackey work and he doesn't even want to tell you why you don't look like a normal fucking human being.
[Editor's note: THREE GUESSES TO WHO EDWARD IS AND THE FIRST TWO DON'T COUNT]