FCCP Suzy

Finally got around to doing this.....sorry it looks kinda weird.  Fire, eyes, backgrounds, and me do not mix well. :C

Oh god what is this?? XD

We're playing a video game of some sort.  Nichole looks like she's winning, Anna's laughing at us, Jennifer is betting money on the outcome, Suzy's being cool, Laura's threatening Natalie with a knife, and Monica's hanging out with Pluto.  Oh god, I'm tired XD  It's sooo ugly......

Suzy and Alan

More of my doodle-interpretations of Suzy's background story.  Perspective be damned D:<

Based on Laura's "Rope Doodle" Part 1

This is just the beginning. Mostly, i kind of want to make sure it makes sense before i keep writing. This is based on a convoluted story i made up as the background of Laura's "Rope Doodle"

The F-Team.

Mission: Get attacked by Doug’s dogs.

They rode the elevator to the top floor, burying themselves in waves of whispered curses. Nichole and Suzy were openly furious, while Laura and Jennifer kept their sentiments to themselves despite their anger and fear being palpable. Monica kept her head down and her thoughts to herself in order to not provoke anyone more than she already had. Her actions were the reason for the failure of their previous mission and the cause of their current predicament. 

Nichole stormed into the penthouse that served as their headquarters at the head of the pack, as always. She bellowed for Natalie, who supposedly arrived ten minutes ahead of them. Monica began and continued to spew apologies until Pluto, being as overly sensitive to his owner’s emotions as he was, wrapped himself around her ankle, begging for attention. The rest of the team settled violently into the luxurious chairs and sofas around the room, all wondering the same thing, “What happens next?”

They had never screwed up quite so badly before. Monica had accidentally triggered a security alarm no one knew about and forced them to clear out of their intended target before they were able to get rid of any forensic evidence. Despite their current state of panic, knowing every piece of evidence they had left behind gave them a distinct advantage. Being professional criminals also gave them a distinct advantage but they all assumed that.

While Nichole stormed around the room, waiting for Natalie to arrive, everyone’s doubts and fear began to grow. The adrenaline from their quick and clumsy flight was wearing off and terrifying visions of the uncertainty lying ahead took its place. Most of the evidence left behind was fairly damning and the whole team knew that the police were eager to convict them of anything.

Knowing that they were relatively screwed didn’t stop anyone from trying to think up ways out of the punishment that awaited them. Jennifer’s plan involved a cunning and patience that none of them possessed. Monica’s involved enough explosives to put the entire police force out of commission and draw the attention of most of the country, which would for sure get them caught. But these unrealistic plans plus the rest of the outrageous plans everyone had formed would come together, like they always did, and form a very near flawless plan that would save their collective asses.

When Natalie finally arrived, Anna was close on her tail and the tension in the air could have suffocated anybody unfamiliar with the scenario at hand. In their typical fashion, no one said a word until they had all assured themselves, to the best of their ability, that these were indeed members of the team and not imposters. Natalie immediately getting through the security system on their computer was their first big hint.

         
“What do you need me to do?” She smiled innocently, trying to ignore the fact she was undeniably about to commit several felonies.

Suzy in the park

This is just my crappy interpretation of Suzy's background story.  She's huddled under a picnic bench with the blanket she found.  D:

Suzy's Origin Part 1

ya, I'm not a writer, but this was stuck in my head and I had to put it on paper so here ya go:

“Why me? Why me?” was the only thing Suzy could think as she fled the small house. Another gunshot exploded behind her and she ran faster, tears streaming down her face. To be honest they hadn’t been great parents. However, unconditional love is strong in 9 year olds and she looked past the drunkenness, the beatings, the swearing, dirty living conditions, and meager food. It had never occurred to her that things could escalate so fast as she hid behind the couch until the gun was drawn, and then she ran. Sirens wailed past her as she slowed her escape. She hadn’t been wearing shoes when she left and three blocks later, as the adrenaline drained from her system she noticed her feet throbbed from rocks sunken into the soles.

Panic slowly set in. She had no family outside her parents and not really any friends since her parents wouldn’t allow her to regularly attend school. Basically, she had just become very alone in a very big world. After pulling the rocks out of her feet she walked on at a more thoughtful pace. She wasn’t particularly worried about the cold because the early spring was getting warmer, but food and a place to stay were prominent in her mind. She had heard of orphanages, but one they didn’t seem like particularly nice places according to Mr. Dickens and two she had no idea where to find one. She walked quickly through a park still trying to figure a way out of her mess when a thought struck her.

Nearby a family was having a picnic and a dog had jumped onto the bench and stolen a burger patty. The family laughed as an older man, who must’ve been the dad, pushed the dog off the bench. “If a dog could do it she could too” she thought and waited, watching for her chance. After a while they got up and unpacked a football and moved off a distance to start playing catch. Even the woman, who must’ve been their mom, got involved and helped the smallest child, who was a little girl in a blue dress, catch the ball. The game slowly got more involved and a bit rougher and at a huge touchdown Suzy took her chance and ran, ducking under the picnic table. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for someone to say something; someone to raise an alarm that an intruder had entered their happy family.

After a minute she exhaled slowly; she was safe. She poked her hand out from under the tablecloth and grabbed a hotdog sticking off the plate. Even without appropriate topping which would’ve been impossible to get from under the table it tasted delicious and whetted an appetite she didn’t realize she had. After eating her fill she sneaked out from under the table and sprinted towards a line of trees. As the sun set she found herself a soft peace of ground and settled down. She tried to convince herself it would be a lot like camping, but the lonely girl jumped at every sound and shivered well into the night before finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next two weeks followed much the same pattern and Suzy quickly adapted to her new life. During the day she stole food from picnickers with a tenacity that surprised even herself, and during the night huddled under an old forgotten blanket. The first day of April woke her rudely as a wet droplet hit her squarely in the forehead causing her to lurch to her feet. Sporadic droplets rapidly changed into a downpour and quick thinking led her to run into the local library. It had been a happy place before the “incident” as she had come to call that day in her head. Books had always held a special meaning as tools to escape her less than perfect life. She spent the day happily looking through old friends, but the whole time a thought nagged at her head that the rain wasn’t letting up and she couldn’t stay there forever. She was the last one out as the doors closed at 9 o’clock and she stood under the brick overhang sullenly staring at the water as it washed away the world.

Suzy walked back to the park quickly, staying under cover as much as possible, but when she got to the open fields of the park there wasn’t much she could do and she couldn’t get much wetter as she squashed through the sodden grass. Deciding it would be a little dryer under a picnic table she crawled under the closest one and rolled herself into a ball in her ragged blanket. She nodded off listening to the rain splattering onto the wood table and her empty stomach growling.

“Oh my god, she’s dead!” The scream pierced her dreams and for the second day in a row she lurched to her feet . This time there was a considerably hard object over her head and she crashed against it and landed harshly back down. She sat in a daze until another scream sent her bolting out from under the table and across the field. Looking behind her she caught the drift of what was happening. A maintenance worker in an orange vest was standing, staring agape after her from next to the picnic table and several people were running over to check out what was going on. Two of the curious onlookers went chasing after the poor 9 year old. Cops didn’t take well to finding small children sleeping under picnic tables and wanted to correct the situation, 9 year old don’t take well to being chased after and also worked to correct the situation running even faster into the shade of trees to lose herself.

10 feet in a voice called down from above her “up here”. The voice had a hand attached and taking the proffered hand she hauled herself up the tree. Not long after the two blue uniforms ran past her perch farther into the park. “Ha, Damn Coppers! Go chase your tails elsewhere!” her rescuer stuck his tongue out at the fleeting backs. Her rescuer was about her age and had short, crazy curly, brown hair. “thankyou” she said offering her hand to the youth, but before they could shake she was racked with a coughing fit that almost sent her out of the tree, not helped by the sudden light headedness she felt. She clung onto the tree and lowered herself to the ground, so that the ground wouldn’t come up to meet her first. “You alright?” the young man asked. “ I don’t feel so good” she answered breathing deeply. “I’ll take you to my mom. She’ll know how to help. My dad always says to help people out cause ya never know when you’ll need a favor and then they’ll owe you and all. “ He talked amicably and quickly as he lead her across to the other side of the park. Suzy had never been over to this side and across from the park sat a huge house. “Oh, by the way, I’m Alan.” He added as an afterthought to his considerable narrative about needing help if zombies were to attack and all. “Suzy” she replied staggering along behind him.

Alan slammed the door behind them as they entered the mansion like abode. “Young man what did you think you were doing leaving this house this early! You should be getting ready for school. How dare you be so…” The woman towered in front of the two youngsters. In all fairness she was only about five and half feet tall, but she could still tower over the two children. Her graying hair was clean cut, but friendly and her plump exterior gave her the impression of happily well-off in life. At the moment though, she was shocked for the first time in 15 years at the pale, ghost like child with unfocused eyes standing slumped behind her youngest son. “Mommy look who I found” Alan interjected into the pause, “Her name’s Suzy. She doesn’t feel so good so I thought you could make her better!” He smiled innocently up at his mother.

The caregiver knelt in front of Suzy and ran a well practiced hand over her forehead as she clucked apprehensively, “You’re burning up dear, where do you live? We need to get you home and to a doctor.” “She was being chased by coppers just cause she was sleeping under a table. I mean it’s a public park ain’t it?” Alan blabbered on in the background. Alan’s mom looked sadly down at the little ghost, “Sleeping under a table, were ya dear? To think in this weather. Well best get ya to bed. We’ll get ya all better. Albert get down here. I need a hand. “ She called up the stairs leading off the main entry. A stocky Irishman strode down the stairs, “what is it dear? Oh my.” He paused at the foot of the stairs looking at the pale child. “Help me get her to bed” The portly woman cajoled. The sturdy man picked up the twig of humanity and carried her delicately up the stairs. Suzy fell asleep in his arms.

Suzy's Bio

This is the first completely done bio.  If there are any changes you want me to make, just let me know.  Also let me know if I made any mistakes >.<

Suzy and her "cello"

After talking about the F-Team all day yesterday, I was inspired to draw this.  I'll eventually use it for Suzy's bio sheet.

Group Picture 1

From left to right: Suzy, Jennifer, Nichole, Laura, and Monica