Post by joanna on May 23, 2012 12:58:15 GMT -5
(This fan is a chick according to my head-canon XP)
Name: Phanny Fan
Age: Early 20’s
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Image:
(shows up throughout, but alone in a shot at 3:18-3:20)
Key/Lock Holder: Probably another appliance or inanimate object
Brief History:
Phanny’s former household was a family Irish immigrants, so she eventually adopted an accent. She was put to use for almost a decade before she was replaced by a new model. After being replaced, she was thrown down a bank on the side of the road were lots of people threw their junk. It wasn’t long before she was picked up by Ernie and brought to the parts shop.
She stayed there for a time she didn’t keep track of. During her stay, she had one or two parts removed so she turned a little loopy. At one point, there were two fans in the shop, but when a vital piece was needed from one of them, Phanny hid and let the other guy get the axe in her place. After this, she started singing to herself when she was alone. Her favorite song is Little Boxes. When a certain toaster and his friends arrived and she was freed, she stuck herself into a donation bin and was bought by an antique collector.
After her experience in the parts shop, she’s still a little strange, but is more or less normal when she’s not left alone. Phanny is feisty and likes sneaking up on people. When a lock and invitation appeared before her, Phanny instantly decided to go, thinking on impulse she needed a mate now.
Sample Post:
Phanny was sitting on a shelf, waiting for people to go by so she could jump and scare them. When no one showed for a while, she frowned and slumped over disappointedly. She decided it was a good time to start singing. She bobbed her head back and forth, almost like she was hypnotized.
“Little boxes on th’ hillside, little boxes made a’ ticky tacky, little boxes, little boxes, little boxes ahll th’ same, there’s a bluh on’, an’ a green on’, and a pink on’, and a yellah on’, and they’re ahll made out a’ ticky tacky, and they ahll come oot th’ same…” She droned as she swayed.
Suddenly she stiffened. She heard someone coming. The blue fan peeked over the shelf and stared down. Why, it was another appliance! She was waiting to find one. A big toothy grin appeared up her face as she recognized who it was. It was that toaster that defeated the killer man.
“Ay! Ah recognize this lad!” She called out, “Ye be th’ one who popped th’ cap ooff th’ ol’ loony bin, ye did! You remember me, dontcha?”
Name: Phanny Fan
Age: Early 20’s
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Image:
(shows up throughout, but alone in a shot at 3:18-3:20)
Key/Lock Holder: Probably another appliance or inanimate object
Brief History:
Phanny’s former household was a family Irish immigrants, so she eventually adopted an accent. She was put to use for almost a decade before she was replaced by a new model. After being replaced, she was thrown down a bank on the side of the road were lots of people threw their junk. It wasn’t long before she was picked up by Ernie and brought to the parts shop.
She stayed there for a time she didn’t keep track of. During her stay, she had one or two parts removed so she turned a little loopy. At one point, there were two fans in the shop, but when a vital piece was needed from one of them, Phanny hid and let the other guy get the axe in her place. After this, she started singing to herself when she was alone. Her favorite song is Little Boxes. When a certain toaster and his friends arrived and she was freed, she stuck herself into a donation bin and was bought by an antique collector.
After her experience in the parts shop, she’s still a little strange, but is more or less normal when she’s not left alone. Phanny is feisty and likes sneaking up on people. When a lock and invitation appeared before her, Phanny instantly decided to go, thinking on impulse she needed a mate now.
Sample Post:
Phanny was sitting on a shelf, waiting for people to go by so she could jump and scare them. When no one showed for a while, she frowned and slumped over disappointedly. She decided it was a good time to start singing. She bobbed her head back and forth, almost like she was hypnotized.
“Little boxes on th’ hillside, little boxes made a’ ticky tacky, little boxes, little boxes, little boxes ahll th’ same, there’s a bluh on’, an’ a green on’, and a pink on’, and a yellah on’, and they’re ahll made out a’ ticky tacky, and they ahll come oot th’ same…” She droned as she swayed.
Suddenly she stiffened. She heard someone coming. The blue fan peeked over the shelf and stared down. Why, it was another appliance! She was waiting to find one. A big toothy grin appeared up her face as she recognized who it was. It was that toaster that defeated the killer man.
“Ay! Ah recognize this lad!” She called out, “Ye be th’ one who popped th’ cap ooff th’ ol’ loony bin, ye did! You remember me, dontcha?”
