snowblindmemes | AGE-DOWN MEME

AGE-DOWN MEME

Inspired by this and this! Post top levels of your characters as they were when they were younger - it's up to you whether that means "when they were a kid", "six months ago", or something in between. Then tag around, either throwing kids together or throwing normally-aged current CR at people in order to "????" about how their friend/enemy/casual acquaintance is suddenly bitty.

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age 7

[Even before he speaks in that distinctive accent of his, people might be able to figure out that this is Alfie - he's still wearing Alfie's much-too-big-for him coat, because he can't find anything his size and it's cold. Luckily, he's in a house. He's in the living room, and has (after a lot of time and effort) managed to pull the couch a couple feet away from the wall - and using cushions, towels, blankets, he's making himself a nice little fort behind it. If anyone comes into the room, he pokes his head out from inside, giving them a serious look.]

Have you got the password?

age 12

[In contrast, twelve-year-old Alfie does not fuck around. He's almost a man, after all; he doesn't have time for that sort of childishness anymore. He's at that awkward age where he pays a lot of attention to how he looks and comes off to people, and he's determined to make sure everyone knows that he's very tough, very impressive, and very adult. He wouldn't be caught dead looking silly in a coat that's too big for him - he'd rather shiver.

He can be found in a house with a fireplace, going in and out to drag firewood inside. The wood is wet, which is terrible; he hopes that it's not completely soaked through and that he'll be able to strip away the wet bark and find something useable underneath it. If someone approaches, he stops what he's doing and gives them a challenging stare.]

This is my wood. Get your own, yeah?

[ Bitty Royce can't be older than eight or nine. He's small, gaunt, dressed in what amounts of black cloth rags, and his hair droops in his face, just a little too long and in his eyes. Dirty and underfed, Royce looks more like a stray alley-cat than a child, and he behaves more like one, too. He's also impossible to find, if you're looking specifically for him. Kid's a hider, under tables and chairs and whatever he can find, like a damn cockroach.

The best way to find him is to leave anything out, anything that looks like it could be valuable, and pretend like you're not paying attention to it. Especially food. Because once you do, he'll crawl through whatever hiding places and shadows he can find to try and lift it, shove it in his pockets and flee. ]

[Wow, that sure is a bunch of dead bodies lying around. Most of them aren't even human. Who put those here?!]

[The figure wandering this house doesn't look any different to the way Ecks does normally apart from her clothing. Instead of the dark tunic and armor, she is dressed only in a simple, lightweight gown held together by fabric ties up the sides that leaves her limbs bare. She's shivering constantly, but doesn't seem to be trying to do anything about it. Instead, she wanders from room to room, gingerly touching all the furniture and objects she can find and repeatedly opening and shutting nearly anything that can be opened and shut.

This isn't the quiet room or the pain room or any rooms that she recognizes, and that makes her curious and afraid. He isn't here, and that makes her afraid and sad and relieved. It's quiet here, no screaming, and that is the strangest thing of all -- and what allows her to hear another person coming and turn to face them before they see her.]

Edited 2016-07-11 18:35 (UTC)

*He's lost, he's confused and he's cold, but at least this Brian is trying to be cheerful. Which is pretty weird to those who know him from Norfinbury, but they might not recognize him now. He has the same hoodie and jeans but the mask is missing. As is his lack of understanding of manners and human interaction. Its almost like he's a whole different person.
Because he kind of is.

Brian knows it probably isn't true, but he feels like he's been alone for a long, long time by the time he spots someone in this strange snowscape. So he raises his voice and hurries towards whoever they are.*

Hey! Over here!

[Kiddo Charlie comes charging up to the nearest person with a big, stupid smile on his lil face. The average onlooker might place him at about seven or eight, but he's pretty small for his age. He's taken his coat off and is using it as a basket for the armful of snowballs he's carrying. It's way too cold to be running around with only a light hoodie on, but he's got more important stuff to worry about. Panting, he holds up his bounty as he approaches.]

Look! I couldn't find any rocks so I made a bunch of snowballs. Where do you think the train tracks are around here?

[In a fit of bad luck, you've ended up spending the night in Clown House, among its many spooky, spooky clowns. Sucks to be you.

As one might expect, there are a lot of clowns around. What you might not have expected, though, is a lone tablet tucked against a clown figurine, almost as if being held by it. Did someone leave it behind? Is it some kind of spooky clown trap?]

option a

[What's more, it looks like the tablet's accessing the network... by itself? That's pretty dang weird, isn't it? Maybe it's haunted?]

option b

[The tablet is definitely haunted. It's making sounds that are unmistakeably spooky ghost noises.]

OoooooOooOoOOooOO!

[Yeah, like that.]

[The boy is small for his age (a nebulous pre-teen range), dressed all in stitched-together white, a massively oversized coat draped over his shoulders. He breathes on the mirror, and writes numbers in the condensation with a finger. 42-42-564. Nothing. He sighs in annoyance, and shoves his hands into his pockets. Then he turns back to the bag he found next to him (his bag, like the coat is his, just for a significantly taller and older him) and starts rifling through it.]

Option A - ~8 years old

[ Okay, Angel is pretty tiny even as her usual twenty-one year old self. This Angel is especially tiny, though. Tiny and wee and miniscule. Babby. Her tattoos are flat blue instead of their usual glowing white, and hoLY SHIT SHE'S TRYING TO CRAWL INTO A VENT.

Fortunately, she isn't having much success. After some rubbish little attempts at prying off the vent covers, she starts trying to peer inside instead while making little noises as though she's trying to coax something out. No prizes for guessing what. ]

Come back! I just wanted to talk! Pleeeease?

Option B - ~16 years old

[ Despite being five or six years younger, Angel is pretty recognisable as herself - her hair is long on both sides and she looks noticably younger, but otherwise she's almost unchanged.

Physically, anyway. The fact that she's hiding behind a couch and is clearly terrified is pretty un-Angelesque. Huh. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. ]

[ Someone is trapped in the grocery store freezer.

Someone who is screaming almost as loud as the tiny robot bashing desperately against it. Eventually, the lil thing drops off, having apparently smashed himself into deactivation. ]

Hello?? HELLO??? Someone open this thing up, I'm gonna run out of air and die!

[ The Someone is muffled, but sounds quite young. Will you free the small idiot? ]

Age 7
[There's a little boy with big blue eyes and a stethoscope that's much too big for him. The rest of his clothes are similarly over-sized, but he's decided to use the heavy black peacoat for his main attire in the absence of anything fitting. The stethoscope is in his ears, and he holds the listening piece to his own chest. If approached, he'll look up, smile nervously, then put more effort into it.]

I'm a doctor. Can I listen to your heart?

Age 13
[House's clothes are still too big, but he's fairly tall for his age and rail thin. His general mood is sullen, but he's found the school and is presently stacking desks and chairs to try to make it up to the ceiling panels to have look in there. He's making enough racket for the effort, especially when his foot slips off one of the desks and he goes tumbling.

Frustrated, winded, and hurting on the ground, he kicks at the stack and that comes crashing down on and around him. He whimpers when the desks and chairs finally settle.]

I hate all of you.

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casually throws up a top level before I go to upload child icons

Royce