1, 9, & 25 for Emerald?
1. What’s your chosen OC’s favorite color? Least favorite?
Despite what his name might suggest, Em’s favorite color is silver, followed closely by pink and then green. His least favorite color is gray. Not dark enough to be black, not bright enough to be white. The boring, drab and lifeless cousin of silver, if you ask him.
9. Tell me your favorite moment with your OC. (Either that you wrote or drew.)
The wheels of the Subaru squeal slightly across the smooth concrete of the parking garage as Emmy makes a hard turn into two spots perfect for the vehicle and the trailer. He doesn't even bother locking the vehicle, instead leaving security to Jasper. He didn't want V to have to sit here by herself for a minute longer than she had to. He dead sprints —but not too inhumanely quick- into the terminal with the roses he acquired from his preorder and hurries to a ticket counter for a dinky airline with a black and yellow logo. The platforms of his boots announce his presence with every step. "I need the first flight from here to San Diego. No frills, Cheapest class," he says, a bit breathlessly, and fishes a messy stack of 20's from his wallet —that was easily a few hundred dollars- and his ID to scoot across the counter, "Print it in the next minute 'n you can keep the change. I'm already so fuckin' late; I'm gonna miss her flight and then she'll be gone forever." He looks up at the ticket staffer with the most heartbreaking gaze he can muster short of actually crying. Forty-five seconds later, he's darting off to the security checkpoint, now with a boarding pass and ID in between two fingers while he speaks out a hurried speech-to-text to ask where he could find V on the other side. The TSA agent must have witnessed the commotion at the counter because she gives his pass a once over with a "Don't worry about removing your shoes, Honey, you just go catch that girl. Ron's a gate 'n a half down with the cart; tell 'im Lanie sent'cha, Sweetheart." Emmy nods with profuse thanks and the next thing he knows, he's cruising passenger-side down the empty terminal as gate numbers fly by. Giving more words of overwhelming gratitude as he dismounts the vehicle into another sprint, and the echoing CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK of those ridiculous platforms. VIP lounge dead ahead. Once again he speaks into his phone. "This is your Emerald Star Uber Driver; I'm here to pick you up."
Also known as "Emmy Cheeses His Pathetic Puppy Dog Eyes And Lies Through His Teeth To Bypass Airport Security So He Can Personally Pick His Bestie Up From The Airport."
And for reference, these were the shoes he was wearing:
25. Describe your OC in one sentence.
I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Drink That).
