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[hider=Boogles / "Lucky"]

[u][b]WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED. [/b][/u]
I cannot write cuz I broke me arm, sire. See? So you can call me Boog-- gul. Boogul? [u][b][i]Boogle[/i]![/b][/u] Aye! That! People call me Boogle. Aye. Cuz it means… ummm… “lucky” in some cultures. Soooooo aye. Call me [i][u][b]Lucky[/b][/u][/i], if it pleases ya, sire. Aye!! 

[u][b]HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.[/b][/u]
Oooohhhh but pshhhhh… I be in me twenties no doubt. I look young, I do but tis cuz just how I looks. And ummm… where is this ‘live stage,’ sire? Cuz doncha’ worry ya blown honker off, I am always ready to perform upon stage once called upon, I ams!

[u][b]HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/6fd8/f/2013/259/b/3/cat_by_bayardwu-d6mj96t.jpg]SEEN YOU[/url] BEFORE?[/b][/u]
Oooohhh… but a svelte and muscu-tacular sexy beauty am I, oh but aaayyyyyeeee…! Maybe not as tall as the rest o’ the lasses and maybe not as curvaceous, and maybe not as coloured in the skin am I, but oh, but am I one sexy beauty, ‘tis true…! Too sexy am I for mortal eyes,that I must hide me body with a full cloak. Ya only gets t’see me overly dark eyes with unique and exotic pupils. Oh and i been told that me eyes shine like black pools made of Midnight’s love. And I gots short cropped midnight hair to boot! It feels like soft fur-- I been told…!  Oh and those pointy’s ‘neath me hood… ummm…. ummm… oh…! Only but the latest style to wear FAKE cat ears. Oh! And a FAKE cat tail too. Aye. Tis the latest fashion rage after all. Ummmm… same with paintin’ yer nails black. All o’ dem. Fashion rage. Aye. Oh and these bandages on me left arm? Broke it I did, and sooooo tis upon the mend, it is. Aye. Mending. Oh! And worry not ‘bout the markings upon me shoulders. They’re just… tribal tattoos. All the rage. Y’wouldn’t understand, sire. But tell a tale t’tell ‘bout later, if it pleases ya...  

[b][u]WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?[/u][/b]
Ooooohhhh… y’know like any other twenty something year old lass, just looking for safe passage upon yer livin’ vessel. Not that I ever been on one before…! Oh, but nay! A girlie like meself!? Hah! Paltry are the chances. As in never. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya hirin’, sire...?

[u][b]WHY[/b][/u]?
Oh, cuz life be too short, tis true. Need some adventure and new experiences in life aye? Can’t always live as a pet-- petulant kiddie-- woman! Girlie lookin’ woman for all yer life, am I right, sire? I mean, ya gots to have a decent life. Ya gots to be something more than just a vagabond. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya lookin’ for a cleaner or somethin’ for yer live vessel, sire…?

[b][u]WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?[/u][/b]
Oh! Nothin’ else but workin’ ‘board yer vessel, captain sire!!! Not as if I would rather be dancin’ or climbin’ or swingin’ n’ flippin’ about like some kinda’ famous and adored and made for performin’ acrobat or nothin… hah... 

[u][b]WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.[/b][/u]
I can calm livin’ things by ummmm… purr songin’ at them… ummm yeah… I make soft grumbling sounds of pleasure and it calms them beasties down, it do.  

[u][b]WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?[/b][/u]
Ohhhh… but nothin’, sire! Nothing atall really. I can clean yer vessel all safely like and efficient too…! I am a sexy beauty, I am! B-But… wait… why ya lookin’ at me like that? No, I’m not lowering me chin and startin’ to tear up at me eyes…! I’m worth it! Not useless is yer Lucky Lass... ! I’ll show ya!! Just give me a chance! Please, sire! I only aim to please… I swear I’ll be good… I swear...

[u][b]WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?[/b][/u]
Beg pardon, sire? Oh this? This is Dotsies. She’s me special friend. Say hi, Dotsies! Oh. She don’t feel like talkin’ right now. She’s all white and fluffy and some may say she be just a stuffy toy cat, but she talks to me-- and more importantly, sire, Dotsies listens to me. Aye, she does. And some very sound advice she gives… ain’t that right, girlie? Oh. Dotsies don’t feel like talkin’ right now, sire. Apologies a thousand fold, if it pleases ya.

[u][b]WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?[/b][/u]
I DON’T!! I mean: I do not feel lonely, sire. There are others out there! Just like me! We were pets-- petulant kiddies-- WOMEN!!! Petulant women but we are strong now! Especially twenty-something year old ones! And… and… and all I have to do is just find them again. I’m not the only one left. I’m not! And besides. I have Dotsies with me! And a new job aboard this here livin’ vessel, I do! I mean… if it pleases you sire...


[u][b]DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.[/b][/u]
Do ya means Dr. Starion or Ms. Kira…? Well, I… I… well, they were just loverly. And… aye! They were me parents and they took care of me. And they were very good caretakers and very responsible for feeding me. They were tall. And… had professional people hair and professional people eyes, I do remember, sire. And professional people are nice. I likes them. 

[u][b]HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?[/b][/u]
Wellllll… I was very young when I was given away to be treated with-- I mean trained-- I mean travelling away with a new… ummm… a new family. Aye. I was too young to remember them fully, but I do remember they were very loverly and professional people that made me so that I could serve as a-- I mean they were loverly… and they would have kept  me if I was not a mistake-- mistakenly not their blood daughter. I would be worth it but… I… I’m sorry sire. Next question, if it pleases ya…?

[u][b]WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW?[/b][/u] HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.
‘The answer is never… nowhere…?’ Wat? No. That isn’t right. The answer is with Dotsies and with me new job here aboard this livin’ vessel, am I right, sire? I’m not lonely! I have love and comfort.. I do...

[u][b]WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?[/b][/u]
I’m not! I’m a regular lass, I swears! I do have FAKE cat ears. And a FAKE cat tail. And painted nails! And me left arm’s broken cuz it has bandages on it! But I’m regular!! Normal-- oh. That’s not what ya meants. Ummmmm… well, oops. 
Well, I’m a lot tougher than I looks… and I cry after I kill-- after I see things die. All things die, but don’t they sire...  

[u][b]WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?[/b][/u]
I want… I deserve whatever I get… all the love and comfort in this here world cannot deny me that. But... I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to kill-- I don’t want things to dies, sire. I just want to be a happy, good, useful, admired  little lass… I don’t want to be what I was made to be. What we were all made to be. I want to be good. We were all good once weren’t we. And we can all change, am I right, sire…?

[u][b]DO YOU TRUST ME? [/b][/u]
From me heart. From me soul. Of course I do, sire. Ain’t gots no choice, I don’t. Yer me new master and you have me loyalty since you given me a job on this here vessel. Am I hired, sire? And so I thinks the better question here though, sire, is; What of me, this here lass they call Boogles? This here ‘Lucky’ girlie, sire. Do YOU trust me…? 

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[u][b]PRIVATELY[/b][/u]:
Oh, it’s okay, Dotsies… we gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. We gonna’ be okay. I swears it. 

The new master may never know that were an experiment. The new master will love us and treat us right, right? We won’t be sold again. The handlers here upon this vessel will not be like those ones on the crashed vessel, the Vestige of Madrican. They will not… they will not… they will NEVER hurt us like that. EVER again. Not here. They will not pick their noses and other places and wipe upon us, Dotsies. What’s that, girlie…? No and nay, they will not call us Booger-Girlie and spit and do…. other things to us. And they will find us useful here. They will. 

Oh, but don’t ya say that, Dots! They don’t know that me gauntlet is a killing device! It’s all bandaged! They will never know! And they will never ask us to kill anyone with it! We’re good, Dotsies! All o’ us girlies! All of us are good! I know our sisters had their brains fried and fired up to do no good! B-but new master says we can change! We can change them! And  no and nay! Don’ ya say that neither! I’m not the only one left. The others! They survived, I just knows it! We’re all sexy beauties. You too, Dotsies. 

We just have to stay here for a while, okay? We just have to work hard here and make sure they trust us. We will have a new job once sire says so. Then we will do what we have to do,okay girlie? They think me a lass in me twenties. They don't suspect we're only 9. They think me a womanly woman, I'm sure as sure, aye. One with tattoos on her back... not marks from lashes o' the whip...

It will be okay. We gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. They don’t know how strong I am. They don’t know what we can really do… well, once you say it’s okay that is. You just say when it’s time and we will do what we have to do. We gonna be okay. I swears it. 

[u][b]OOC[/b][/u]:

There are others out there like "Lucky". The successful ones are the ones that follow their 'programming' to a tee and remain as loyal pets for the rich and arrogant.

Then there are the other ones like her. The flawed ones. The deviants that resist their purpose to please the master. These ones were programmable but had a penchant to act out violently against their masters. All these flawed ones were re-programmed and sold off as insurgent or infiltration tools; expendble asssassins. 

Then there were the ones that were considered broken goods. Some were too violent due to being too feral. Others were just plain murderous and rage-filled. These were the ones rounded up and put on the Madrican to be exterminated at the terminal destination. 

But Boogles was put on this vessel not because she was too feral or murderous. No, she was a good little pet... that was until she was able to feel remorse. And  even worse, she was able to feel empathy. Because of that she and her batch generation is considered obsolete now. There were others like her, empathic ones, aboard that vessel to be exterminated. 

Then the Madrican crashed. She escaped. Now she feels she must find her sisters, gather them and live a life of fulfillment and happiness they've always dreamed of.   
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