Socks and Whips.
Whips and Socks.
Sockymonkey's split sides.
Meet Socks, all baby bunnies and gum drops.
Meet Whips, the one who suckers little kids out of their money and kills people.
Alter egos.
My fursonas.
Socks: a chibi-ish sock monkey.Loves tea and world peace.
Whips: a blue, black, and silver winged wolf. Loves chain saws and natural disasters.
Quotes:
Socks-"There's no such thing as a stupid question--unless you're asking about stupid questions."
Whips-"Note to self--Socks keeps thumb tacks in the bottom drawer."
:evil:
PART 1
Whips couldn't remember such a wonderfully horrid day. The sky was dark, it was raining, and the tornado siren was going off. Grinning dementedly and humming to himself, he hovered by the window, suppressing a snicker as a pedestrian's umbrella blew out backwards and their rain jacket hood fell down. Socks knocked on his door. "Whips, do you want to watch a movie or play some board games?" Whips opened the door, looking down at the sock monkey.
"Go peel a banana."
"Is that a movie or a board game?"
Slamming the door, Whips flew over to his bed in three lazy flaps and folded his arms across his chest huffily. Why did Socks always have to make things NICE?!
PART 2
Socks had just finished giving the orphans teddy bears when the door bell rang. Socks couldn't hear it, of course, but Whips could. Whips was sitting in his room glowering and pouting with pleasure. Sighing, he tramped to the front door and opened it.
"Go away." he growled.
"Oh, ah, hi Whips." Lilliana replied.
"Oh, ah, hi person-who's-going-to-leave!" retorted the blue winged wolf, slamming the door. Lilliana caught it, her long dark hair billowing in the wind as she forced the door open. "Socks said I could come over?"
"Socks lied."
"We both know Socks doesn't lie, Whips." The words came out like cold, crisp darts. Whips resignedly opened the door all the way, and Lilliana stepped in daintily, her dark jeans and white t-shirt looking out of place in the freshly-cleaned house. Socks had cleaned everything; every doorway was adorned with lacey ribbons; every inch of the house had been polished to perfection. "Sage's coming, too, right?"
"No."
"Whips--"
"Ugh, yes, she's coming!"
"Good. That's all I needed to hear."
Whips curled his lip. They both knew Lilliana could hear his thoughts, and as she walked to the staircase, he drew back warily. Let Lilliana touch you, and she had access to your mind.
Socks rushed home, perfectly under the speed limit. "Lilliana!" he cried. "You're the first one! Welcome! Oh--here, why don't you take a seat. Whips will play the piano while we wait for the rest of the guests--won't he?" Socks cast a glance at his counterpart. Snarling in his throat, Whips trudged to the piano, sat down, and as his paws flew over the keys, Lilliana took a seat, studying him carefully. As Fur Elise began to flow out of the piano, Whips bent over the keyboard, Socks took a glass of punch and tiny cookies over to the table. The party was going to start as soon as the rest of the guests came!
PART 3
"Oh, pardon, Lilliana," apologized Socks earnestly. "I'd set out some
board games and DVDs for earlier today. The short little sock monkey trotted over to a table and scooped an armful of
board games and DVDs up. "Whips is very creative." Socks added proudly as he scooted out of the room to stuff the
board games and DVDs in a closet. "He thought up whole new games, though we didn't play them. Let's see, he thought up...'Go Peel a Banana'...'No One Wants To See Your Face'...'I Will Slit Your Throat If You Don't Get Out of Here'..." As Lilliana uncomfortably shifted her legs, Whips snickered to himself as Socks obliviously went on, Fur Elise still floated hauntingly from the piano, the door bell rang again. "Goodness! I'm so sorry!" Socks apologized. "This door bell is blocking out that wonderful music--I'll have it fixed after the party." He dashed to the door and threw it open. "Sage!" His sparkling gaze met a pale cloudy grey one, and he smiled. "Come on in--Lilliana just came, and Whips is playing the piano." A burgundy and white wolf dipped her head and walked in, sniffing curiously. "Smells clean." she remarked. Socks flushed. "Well, a house can never be too clean for a party! I wouldn't want all my guests wallowing in Whips's fil--oops! I'm so mean! Come, Sage...have a seat."
Whips snorted to himself. "Like she can even find a place by herself!" he muttered.
"I may be blind, but I can still hear, Whips." The sightless wolf shot back unexpectedly.
Red beneath his mottled fur, Whips went on playing.
Sage padded over and sprang onto the couch beside Lilliana. "Nice to see you here."
Lilliana regarded her diplomatically. "Ditto," she breathed, running her fingers through her hair.
Socks smiled sympathetically. Sage was nice, but fragile. And Sage did not like seeming frail. They were all careful to avoid her explosive anger.
"Well, that's almost everyone..." Socks ventured.
PART 4
Whips finished playing, holding the last chord dramatically before hopping off the piano bench. Socks, talking animatedly to the guests and counting out money he would put in the mugs beggars would hold out tomorrow when he went out to town, hadn't noticed the door bell was ringing again. "Oh, Whips! I'm sorry--um, could you get that? I'm kind of busy...so sorry, Whips, I'm lazy as a snail..." Whips grunted and stomped over to the door, opening it to a small cocoa-colored cat. "Puddin." he snorted. Trust Socks to invite all his least favorite live beings on the planet! Of course, everyone was his least favorite live being, but that's for another story...
"Hi, Whips!"
"Don't you have ditches to be digging?"
"Whips--you didn't forget about the party, did you...?"
"No."
"Oh! Did I read the date wrong...?"
"No."
"Well then--"
"Get a move on, those ditches won't dig themselves, y'know."
Puddin hissed, kicked his shin, and sauntered in. Whips lashed his tail annoyedly.
"Ugh," he grumbled, slamming the door and storming into the room where everyone else was. "...
Cats."
PART 5
Socks was finished by the time the doorbell rang for the last time. This time he beamed at the guests, rushing past Whips to the door. "We can start this party!" he crowed before opening the door. Outside stood a sleek white she-cat with amber eyes. "Hi, Tingy!"
"Hi, undersized, unnaturally happy life form."
"Eheh. Bright as ever, I see. Come on in!"
Tingy strode in, her head held high. "All right!" Socks shouted, springing four feet up into the air. ((xD)) "We can finally get this party STARTED!"
The guests cheered, even Tingy and Sage, as Socks dashed into the kitchen and returned with a plate of food. "Now, who wants to watch a movie?" he inquired. "I was going to watch a movie with Whips, and he came up with some great ones--'Get Lost', 'I Wish Monsters Would Eat You', ahm..."
"How about just, 'Sea Monkeys'?" Cocoa offered. Murmurs of approval rippled through the small crowd. "All rightie, 'Sea Monkeys' it is! While it gets ready, I'll just go get us some snacks..."
Socks came back with a bowl of popcorn, eighteen of each kind of candy bar, and twenty sodas.
BOARD GAMES AND DVDS.*Wow. Another load of crud. XD Trust me, it'll get better. Lilliana and everything that has to do with her is, as you can imagine, (c) to Lilliana Marie. Sage and everything that has to do with her is, as you can imagine, (c) to SagePath...And Puddin and everything that has to do with her is, as you probably can't imagine because you've never asked, (c) to Branch. ANd Tingy is copyright to Vixen. (lol I just got tired of putting all the stuff)*
Subject: One of those fun little stories about made-up characters you write or read over waiting for people to post you back. 
Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:05 pm
