dead anime dad

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Kimmy waved her hand with all the ceremony of a bit of dirt that needs brushing away when the clipboard locked eyes with her; she didn't break stride. If he's terribly offended by the rebuff, the kid does a good job of hiding it. Not that she particularly cared how the kid felt. If you can't handle the heat, stay out from behind the clipboard.

"Clay!" she called. It wasn't particularly hard for Kimmy to spot Clay most of the time, even from behind; that she'd spotted the tell-tale, dog-shaped oil stain marring an otherwise reasonably shockingly clean denim jacket hadn't particularly hurt. She threw her friend a smile wide enough to get some of the glittery lip-gloss Ha-Nui had insisted on this morning, on her teeth. Not that she noticed.

She shoved her borrowed cell phone into the pocket of the purple flannel jacket she had tied around her waist. Picked up her pace ever so subtly. "We're adding glasses to your Christmas list," she announced, stopping at Clay's side. She turned and backed toward a nearby table, but not before snagging the cup Clay was still sipping at away from him, straw and all. "You should be able to see Weirdough's sign from here."

She made a vague gesture toward the pizza place she'd used to find 'The Orange One'. Wrapped her lips around the straw--

"Gross." She made a show of yanking her mouth back from the drink-- of wrinkling her nose and wiping at her mouth. "What did you have put in that? Poisons?" she asked, shoving the pilfered drink back toward its rightful owner with the other like it'd burned her.

"If you're trying to kill me, you're going to have to at least shell out for the good drinks." Nevermind that, that would mean Clay was drinking something he'd already poison-- or that she'd stolen the sip. The smoker could be crafty if he wanted to be. Kimmy sat on the table she'd backed against, wiped her lip gloss smeared knuckles on her denim bookbag, then shoved the bookbag into one of the table's welded-on chairs.

She arched a thin brow at Jesus Freak. She leaned to the side, catching sight of the bright-eyed clipboard she'd brushed off earlier. "That one?" Kimmy asked, pointing at the kid. "He's still standing," she noted, something with the furling edges of approval in her tone. "Which I'm commend. Stuff or something is the worst. Remind me to add a sticker to the board when we get back."

The board: the People Clay Hasn't Punched but Could Have board. It was Ha-eun's idea. Just a piece of cardboard with some green puff paint and purple glitter. Of course, the glitter was applied when Kimmy had been out of the room-- when Clay had been in charge. More of it was still in the couch than had ever landed on the board. Kimmy blinked when she zoned back in from her head. When she realized she'd zoned out while staring directly at Clay.

She scratched the back of her neck. Glanced down at her lap-- tried to will away the blood she felt rushing to the tops of her ears-- the tip of her nose. "I, uh, got the spoons my mom wanted me to in my bag. So we're done. We can go now." She had no problem with staring. Just... preferred not to do it at certain people... Yeah. Like, being rude to strangers? That was one thing. Being rude to friends? Totally another.

"You..." Kimmy bit the inside of her lip-- hesitated. "You could've stayed back at my place and worked on that essay," she half-sighed, after a second of deliberation. "I can't imagine a... poision juice was worth wasting your whole afternoon." Kimmy shrugged her book-bag back onto her shoulder-- unbunched the torso of her black, ankle-length dress, so that fabric would sit a little more neatly above her dirt-streaked, neon-berry hightops. "Especially not considering Operation Poison Kim wound up failure."

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npcs & shit.

npc skeleton.

[h3][sup][color=npc's color]name [b][color=white]▮[/color][/b] age [b][color=white]▮[/color][/b] occupation [b][color=white]▮[/color][/b] [color=pc's color]relationship[/color] [b][color=white]▮[/color][/b] personality words [b][color=white]▮[/color][/b] hex[/color][/sup][/h3][indent][indent] brief description of character? knock yourself out.[/indent][/indent]

example.

^{name ▮ age ▮ occupation ▮ relationship ▮ personality words ▮ hex}

god is already dead.

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^{the kim family}

^{Kim "Sue" Hyun-sook ▮ 40 ▮ waitress, cleaner ▮ Mother ▮ stubborn, lonely, goofy, compassionate ▮ #1e62f4}

Mrs. Kim never officially divorced from her husband, but she'd never call herself married. She's easily frazzled-- a little cloud-brained-- and not the best with english, but she means well. She and her family might nto be very well off; she's never regretted her girls.

^{Kim "Sunny" Sun-hee ▮ 21 ▮ grad school student ▮ Older sister ▮ restless, industrious, stubborn ▮ #d70230}

Sunny's determined to get a PhD in molecular virology. She's completed an accelerated program for her BS, and shot straight into grad school. Everyone keeps telling her she's going to burn herself out; she concedes that they probably aren't wrong. She just doesn't care.

^{Kim Ha-eun ▮ 12 ▮ middle school student ▮ Younger sister ▮ impish, courageous, bossy ▮ #3cc408}

Kimmy's second youngest sister. She's the one constantly getting the rest of her family and herself in trouble. She was the only one of the Kim family to get detention in grade school-- she punched a kid on the playground. It should go without saying that Clay is her idol.

^{Kim Ha-nui ▮ 12 ▮ middle school student ▮ Younger sister ▮ shy, impish, optimistic ▮ #f0a308}

Kimmy's youngest sister. She tends to fall in line behind her older identical twin, ha-eun. She's usually the first of the two to point out when something's a bad idea. She's by and far the "voice of reason" of the twins-- maybe even of the whole Kim family.

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^{the finnegan clan}

^{Bunny Finnegan ▮ 33 ▮ Seamstress ▮ Clay's Mother ▮ Tough, Caring, Absent-Minded ▮ #448800}

Bunny works as a seamstress at a dry cleaning store, although a fair amount of the money she brings home is sent by Dennis, Clay's estranged father. Although she remains on fairly good terms with her former lover, she tends to view the search for companionship as a more important task than parenting.

^{Sam "Smacky" Finnegan ▮ 22 ▮ Unemployed ▮ Clay's cousin ▮ Paranoid, Unhinged ▮ #00ff00}

Clay's schizophrenic cousin Smacky operates on a plane different than most humans. After making contact with a "godlike super-energy" after a condom of ketamine he had been smuggling opened up, Smacky has devoted his life to opening the consciousness of his fellow humans through a strange form of meditation. He wears a jerkied piece of his own skin on a chain around his neck.

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^{the vasiliev family}

^{Darina "Dasha" Vasiliev ▮ 33 ▮ ER Nurse ▮ Mother ▮ workaholic, playful, worrywart ▮ #ee82ee}

Mama Vasiliev has never been to Russia herself, but her parents were born and raised there. This is why she got married and had Zasha at the young age of 16. She has two modes, a Work mode and a Home mode. She easily becomes stir crazy if she has too many days off in a row. Because of her work as an ER Nurse, she is extremely paranoid about her family being injured by gangs or accidents.

^{Vladimir "Vasha" Vasiliev ▮ 34 ▮ ER Security ▮ Father ▮ dutiful, stern, moral ▮ #8a2be2}

Papa Vasiliev was born in Russia, but moved to america when he was a child. His marriage to his wife was actually arranged by their parents, but they were luckily a good enough fit for each other. He is a very stoic man, but this is a result of simply not being a outwardly expressive individual as he cares for his family very much. His intimidating presence and stony mannerisms have led to him being an excellent security guard, capable of staring down the most threatening of patients.

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@Xeronoia dude i love zash he seems so?? easygoing & fun!!! and.... and so ripe to be destroyed by The Horrors of War^TM... tearing the sweet ones apart is one of my favorite past times. u////u

if you want/if you're accepted, i'm more than happy to help you with the bb code on the skeleton & make it all ~**~*pretty*~**~. no worries if you'd rather not do it or whatever; just thought i'd offer.

edit i guess:
ps hi there i'm dead anime dad & i'm the resident labrador retriever hyped up on bacon-bits. nice to meet you!

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Have you received my PM? Hopefully it answered your question well enough.

@UrbanEvolution

absolutely did, friend. even in spite of the shitty way i asked it. so, gold star for you, man. � (hopefully that star shows up)
i just got back from cleaning. a bit scatterbrained at the moment, but i'm slowly sifting through thoughts and stuffing them back in the right bins. i'm gonna fire a pm back @ you asap.

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cant particularly disagree with @UrbanEvolution, here. if there's snipers about, just be faster about hammering it out. or something. point is that's... it's sad looking, friend. it makes me sad. :(

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in the dead of night, after a particularly exhausting mission, keira's phone goes off. her first instinct is to panic-- fly out of bed. snatch her phone off the night stand. there's a single text message, from kimmy. a picture message.

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^{kim ha-sun "kimmy"}

What's your name?

If you need to know so badly: my name is Kim Ha-sun. Most of the kids at school call me Kim or Kimmy, sure; you didn't ask me what the kids call me. Maybe we should think about the questions we really want to ask before we ask others, hmm? That was a rhetorical question, sweetie. Try to keep up.

How old are you?

You know? My mom told me to hit anyone who ever asked that question. But it's been kind of a long day, so I'll go easy on the aggravated assault. For now. I'm 17. I'm a junior at the high school a few blocks from my apartment building. I switched schools and countries and languages when I was eight years old-- I'd like to see you learn math with words you'd never heard before, how to make sentences with symbols you've only ever seen on television and... could you imagine some other third thing, here? You're a doll, thanks.

What do you look like?

My mother cuts my hair, first of all; if you have a problem with the bowl-cut bangs I'm rocking, you go ahead and make sure her name is on the letterhead. I don't particularly mind her doing it; it saves money. It gives us a chance to catch up, at least. She's... busy.

But, uh. I'm... tall. I suppose you wouldn't know from the slouching, but I'm 5'8". Lanky, you could say? I don't really exercise. Between my twin kid sisters, school, and working at Pete's? It's amazing I can even find the time to stuff my bra in the morning. Not that I stuff my bra. I haven't done that since I was, like, 12. Since... Since I was... 13? Fine. Since last year. Whatever. I'm flat chested; we're moving on.

I get cold pretty easy-- tend to bundle up. Like, everything I own is covered in a thin layer of motor oil stains, or grease stains, or dirt stains. Most days I'll just throw a big sweater on over whatever shirt manages to pass a sniff test and scuttle through the door.

I was born in South Korea. I'm Koran, like the rest of my family. I have? Black hair, I guess. Brown eyes. I know my hair and eye color; I'm not hesitating because I don't. I'm hesitating because I'm really not sure why you care. Do you... get off on this? Or something? Because, seriously? Ew.

Do you have any hobbies?

I help out at the local Meals on Wheels, if that's what you're wondering. Elderly people are always a good time. Always have something interesting to say-- you might too, if you were alive for so long.

I can't technically volunteer, some policy about school students not being allowed to work during "school hours", even on holiday. The whole thing's beyond stupid, but there's nothing I can do about it. My mom isn't exactly clamoring to help me put up a stink, either. She doesn't need me monopolizing our old Saturn any more than I already do.

I like machines. Cars. Bikes. Whatever it is: you name it, and I'll tool around with it. Machines just... make sense. They work. They're not complicated or mysterious, you know? Every part has a function, and when all the parts do that function, everything just works.

Reading is nice. Doesn't really matter what I read about, as long as it's nonfiction. Only exception to that is science fiction; the twins love when I read to them, and they love aliens, so? I kind of have to like it.

What are some things that you especially dislike?

I hate frogs. Mostly because the twins love them. And insist on bringing them into the house. And into my room. And leaving them on my bed. They do that with most animals they can get their grimy little mits on, now that I think about it? But the frogs are the worst. I don't even understand how they can catch the things. They're witches, probably.

Otherwise? I hate trains. Loud, ugly machines. The new ones aren't so bad, but the ones by our old apartment complex? Disgusting.

People who try to speak to me in broken mandarin-- and who don't realize asia isn't a country? Don't. Fudging. Start. Same with people who ask if I ever don't wear a scarf, or who "stole my tits"... I need to fix something. Or... throw a wrench through a window or something. Ugh.

What are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.

I'd really like to work with the elderly, but there's nothing that really pays well for that. And, see, I kind of have this thing where I actually want to be useful to my family at some point. So? Just making it out of high school would be nice. I test well. Have decent SAT scores-- better than decent, if we're talking about math or science. But really? I'm more focused on the twins getting out of school than me. So.

Dating? Never much thought about it. Mom insists there must be someone I'm interested in, but the pool of girls looking to date other girls isn't exactly huge around here, and I can't really imagine getting all invested in someone who's just gonna laugh at the idea and then sail me down the rumor mill.

What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?

My father walked out on our family when I was seven years old; I can only ever remember having the one parent. My mom. It's just as well, if you ask me. He was an animal. Everyone always said I looked like him-- that I talked like him? But they never saw the way he really talked. I'd never treat anyone the way he treated... other people. Like? Do I look like an animal? Seriously. Again with the rhetoric. Pay attention if you're gonna ask all these invasive questions.

My mom works a lot. She takes care of my younger twin sisters and I. My older sister is in college in... Canada, I think? She might be studying abroad, at this point. She comes back for Christmas and her birthday. Not that we celebrate either of those... we're not a Celebrate-y kind of family. Don't need to be. We're happy. We love each other. Yeah, it's... hard to make dinner, sometimes, but we manage.

What's your favorite animal, and why?

The spotted hyena has always been my favorite. I thought they were dogs when I was little; I wanted one for our apartment. I loved the way they giggled as they ran away from danger. And that they don't take any guff from humans. Of course most of the stories of hyenas with "tastes for human flesh" are exaggerations or flat out, like, fabrications; that doesn't make me appreciate the notion any less.

...okay, that's not exactly true. But the way they chase off cheetahs or other predators? Taking what they want? I don't know. I hate it in people, but in animals? It's kind of... neat.

Favorite color?

Hands down, rose. A pretty, warm pink. Nothing washed out and sad, like those crayons you get as a kid. It's the color we painted my desk. And... also our bathtub. The twins got it so in their hair while we were painting. Mom laughed. I... was less laughing. Did not laugh at all, in fact. I was too busy trying to wash the twins.

Do you identify with any song or piece of music?

I like the violin. Wish I could play it; you've got to start that kind of thing young. Most cello pieces I'll enjoy, too, but... connect with? I can't say so much. Not off the top of my head.

Do you believe in aliens?

Is this Ha-eun? Ha-Nui? They keep trying to get me to agree with them that they're out there, or that I want-to-believe, or whatever? But I don't. I don't believe in aliens. Yeah, yeah. Call me a spoilsport. Bring it on. It's nothing the twins haven't sung at me before. Do your worst.

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^{kimmy's relationships}

Keira

Keira, huh. She helped me with my English last year-- NHS has this tutor thing and... yeah, I needed a little help with the language most colleges I'm going to apply to generally accept submissions in. I could kick a butt up and down a submission in Hangul. Which, I'd wager, is a lot more than you can say.

But uh, I think she knew Clay. Knew of him, anyway; that's not really saying much. I wouldn't really call Erie big. Her hands didn't exactly look like they'd seen a lot of work beyond data entry. Or typing or... whatever it's called.

Mom told me not to speak ill of people who've gone out of their way to help you-- but I don't think it's ill, exactly, to say that I can't envision a situation where I'd really fancy spending more than a few hours with her. Or be able to stand it. Same difference.

Clay

He'd never believe me if I or if anyone else told him, but just between us? Clay's a good guy.

Don't get me wrong-- he's abrasive. He's too quick to throw a punch for his own good. Too eager to assert whatever alpha dog, bully, muck-with-me-and-I'll-kill-you persona he thinks he's obligated to shove on for the people that expect it of him. But... he always smiles when the twins give him a picture-- always tells them how good it is. He says they're getting better at drawing than he is, which they just eat up.

We're... close. Friends I guess, if you're going to make me put a name on it.

No, I'm not biased. He's... good to the girls. They like him. Don't act so surprised. He's not hardly the most awful guy in the world to hang out with. He doesn't go all space-cadet when I try to talk at him about the lousy transmission of the old Dodge Ms. Fjord keeps brining in to the shop-- doesn't mind getting his hands dirty with me at the dump when I have to scavenge for parts to fix the Saturn. He walks me to work.

My mom thinks he's a sweet kid-- calls him a cowboy. I don't know if she knows his real name... yeah. I said friends. No. We're not dating. I never said anything about dating. I told you I wasn't interested in that mess, remember? Are you seriously still not paying attention?

We're just... good friends. Best friends. Try listening for once when I say it, numbskull. Friends.

Gili

Gili? Why do you care? Did your barn-raising never involve the lesson: mind your own business? Whatever. Gili. They... used to help out with my English tutoring. They filled in for Keira, mostly.

What? Who told you that? You're not wrong-- it's just weird that you know we dated. I forget sometimes. God. That was back in... freshman year? Maybe some of sophomore summer. I can't remember when I broke it off.

No, no. That's-- it wasn't anything they did... think more along the lines of stuff they didn't do. It never got serious, serious. They weren't serious enough for that. That was the problem. They take everything as a jokes. You know the type. They never wanted to talk about their family, or my family... never anything without making a laugh at it.

It's their fault the twins like that Axe Files junk. Totally age unappropriate.

We're not... not friends, I guess. I'm not going to excuse Gili-- not for the lying to me. But I don't resent them. I don't have time for that. And really? I don't think it was... malice. I don't think they really know how to be malicious.

I don't see Gili much since I stopped having scheduled tutoring sessions; the twins ask about them sometimes.

Zasha

The kid's a pain. Most of our interactions come down to hurling the verbal equivalent of a javelin across the quad, hoping it winds up lodged in a rib. But, like, nonlethally... most of the time. Most of the time, nonleathally.

He's got bizzare opinions about pizza and ranch. Not bad: bizzare. Bizzare opinions? Okay. He's bizzare in general. Likes making a show of butchering a language he understands perfectly well, just to be an antagonistic little mole.

I'd say he's not important enough to think about at all, but the whole word-javelin thing? He's as good as throwing back as what he gets-- usually. At the very least he's pretty good for spicing up an otherwise eye-gouging-would-be-preferable English lesson.

Josh

Josh... Joshua. You're talking about Segel kid, right? The gridiron one. The football one. I don't really know him. Not personally. Different grades-- different spheres, or whatever. Seems more the type to hang around a Keira than the resident greasemonkey, don't you think? Rhetorical.

I think I've seen him once or twice down at the Meals on Wheels office? Could be wrong, though. Every kid in a lettermen tends to look the same to me. The most I know about the kid is that he and Clay had words. The way Clay tells it, Segel started it, and he finished it. I think the wording was: "I practically self-defended." ...Clay says that about most fights-- most word exchanges. It's probably best to take that with a tablespoon of salt.

I can't say much about the fight itself-- I wasn't there. What I can say is that anyone who pulls the deans into their own schoolyard tussles probably needs bigger Huggies and a nap; I don't much feel like looking into adult diapers Segel's size.

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excuse me if i'm a little out of breath i just finished running down the hall & screamiN AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS BECAUSE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S GREAT TO BE HERE

got you, though. 16-17 IS actually junior year; i fucked up my math by a year & thought it was 17-18. somehow. :/ i'm thinking kim got held back a year or so because of difficulty w/ english-- is 18 any better? or still knock her down a bit more, you think? & i think i'm gonna hit u up in a pm re: previous relations in just a sec-- have to help mom with the plants, first.

keira & kimmy "intellectual conversation"ing. nice. nice nice nice. i'm ALWAYS a slut for memes tho i'm in love. like, im laughing SO hard at kimmy trying to meme back at keira after figuring out what's happening. like hitting Know Your Meme HARD and just... throwing the oldest, most icanhazcheeseburgery memes back at keira. & keira not correcting her. at all.

im so stoked to be here tho oH MY GOD i cant say it enough u//////////////////////u

Oh God! [Sugoi Kawaii-nee Moe Moe High School]

Name: Ocee Dunt "Moosch" Steel-Mooschia
Gender: The intricacies of moose gender really shouldn't be discussed in... mixed company. (he/him pronouns)
Age and academic grade: 16. 3^rd year.
Species: Half moose, half green fire mage. Can shapeshift human.
Biography: Once a major component of the Caanadia'eh military, the Mooschia Clan has been all but vanished from universe-wide affairs since one fateful night, 11 years ago. Popular gossip holds that the Clan was disposed off by an enemy Clan; Moosch has never believed the stories. Stove fires were still burning-- tent-flaps pinned open-- Moosch woke up on the morning of his fifth birthday to a missing mother, a vacant sister, a still tent, an empty compound.

He was taken in by a visiting human mage: Anne Steel. Ms. Steel was (and still is) a scout from the prestigious Sugoi Kawaii-nee Moe Moe High School. She'd been at the compound to extend a formal invitation to Moosch's sister and, ever too much a mother for her own good, felt her heart shatter for the small, orphaned calf. So she took him in. Called him her son, her ward, and, eventaully, her apprentice.

Moosch is a different bull now than he was when the mage found him alone in the compound square, summers ago. Hardened. He's has thrown himself into majiykul studies-- a task made only easier by his adoptive mother's own aptitude for the art. He's sworn to find his family again-- even if it kills him. Moosch's mother fears he means that vow with every fiber of his being.

Powers:
-Green Fire Majiyik

Though only a student, and too a moose-- a race notoriously bad with the majiykul arts-- he's shown more promise with green fire than even Ms. Steel. He's already mastered the vast majority of green offensive fire majiyik (green fire bolt, green fire ring, green fire blast, green fire halo, etc.), and is growing stronger in their exercise every day.

Green Fire Majiyik

-Levitation
-Shapeshifting
-Moose Strength
-Moose Fury
-Moose Speed
-Moose Determination

Others:
His tattoos he got from a guy in Detroit. They amplify his green fire majiyik, and glow when he's angry (his eyes also do that). He didn't know they'd do that at the time, he just thought they looked cool. He has a tail because fuck you it also looks cool.
Apperance:

Moose Forme

Human Forme

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i fucking managed the thing holy shit. i've not slept to finish it but god DAMN look i tried i tried really hard & that should count. i should get a cookie. please. :(

there was a heart here. it's gone now.

^{kim ha-sun "kimmy"}

What's your name?

If you need to know so badly: my name is Kim Ha-sun. Most of the kids at school call me Kim or Kimmy, sure; you didn't ask me what the kids call me. Maybe we should think about the questions we really want to ask before we ask others, hmm? That was a rhetorical question, sweetie. Try to keep up.

How old are you?

You know? My mom told me to hit anyone who ever asked that question. But it's been kind of a long day, so I'll go easy on the aggravated assault. For now. I'm 17. I'm a junior at the high school a few blocks from my apartment building. I switched schools and countries and languages when I was eight years old-- I'd like to see you learn math with words you'd never heard before, how to make sentences with symbols you've only ever seen on television and... could you imagine some other third thing, here? You're a doll, thanks.

What do you look like?

My mother cuts my hair, first of all; if you have a problem with the bowl-cut bangs I'm rocking, you go ahead and make sure her name is on the letterhead. I don't particularly mind her doing it; it saves money. It gives us a chance to catch up, at least. She's... busy.

But, uh. I'm... tall. I suppose you wouldn't know from the slouching, but I'm 5'8". Lanky, you could say? I don't really exercise. Between my twin kid sisters, school, and working at Pete's? It's amazing I can even find the time to stuff my bra in the morning. Not that I stuff my bra. I haven't done that since I was, like, 12. Since... Since I was... 13? Fine. Since last year. Whatever. I'm flat chested; we're moving on.

I get cold pretty easy-- tend to bundle up. Like, everything I own is covered in a thin layer of motor oil stains, or grease stains, or dirt stains. Most days I'll just throw a big sweater on over whatever shirt manages to pass a sniff test and scuttle through the door.

I was born in South Korea. I'm Koran, like the rest of my family. I have? Black hair, I guess. Brown eyes. I know my hair and eye color; I'm not hesitating because I don't. I'm hesitating because I'm really not sure why you care. Do you... get off on this? Or something? Because, seriously? Ew.

Do you have any hobbies?

I help out at the local Meals on Wheels, if that's what you're wondering. Elderly people are always a good time. Always have something interesting to say-- you might too, if you were alive for so long.

I can't technically volunteer, some policy about school students not being allowed to work during "school hours", even on holiday. The whole thing's beyond stupid, but there's nothing I can do about it. My mom isn't exactly clamoring to help me put up a stink, either. She doesn't need me monopolizing our old Saturn any more than I already do.

I like machines. Cars. Bikes. Whatever it is: you name it, and I'll tool around with it. Machines just... make sense. They work. They're not complicated or mysterious, you know? Every part has a function, and when all the parts do that function, everything just works.

Reading is nice. Doesn't really matter what I read about, as long as it's nonfiction. Only exception to that, I guess, is science fiction? The twins love when I read to them, and they love aliens, so? I guess I kind of have to like it.

What are some things that you especially dislike?

I hate frogs. Mostly because the twins love them. And insist on bringing them into the house. And into my room. And leaving them on my bed. They do that with most animals they can get their grimy little mits on, now that I think about it? But the frogs are the worst. I don't even understand how they can catch the things. They're witches, probably.

Otherwise? I hate trains. Loud, ugly machines. The new ones aren't so bad, but the ones by our old apartment complex? Disgusting.

People who try to speak to me in broken mandarin-- and who don't realize asia isn't a country? Don't. Fudging. Start. Same with people who ask if I ever don't wear a scarf, or who "stole my tits"... I need to fix something. Or... throw a wrench through a window or something. Ugh.

What are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.

I'd really like to work with the elderly, I guess? But there's nothing that really pays well, and I actually want to be useful to my family at some point. So? Just making it out of high school would be nice. I test well. Have decent SAT scores-- better than decent, if we're talking about math or science. But really? I'm more focused on the twins getting out of school than me. So.

Dating? Never much thought about it. Mom insists there must be someone I'm interested in, but the pool of girls looking to date other girls isn't exactly huge around here, and I can't really imagine getting all invested in someone who's just gonna laugh at the idea and then sail me down the rumor mill.

What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?

My father walked out on our family when I was seven years old; I can only ever remember having the one parent. My mom. It's just as well, if you ask me. He was an animal. Everyone always said I looked like him-- that I talked like him? But they never saw the way he really talked. I'd never treat anyone the way he treated... other people. Like? Do I look like an animal? Seriously. Again with the rhetoric. Pay attention if you're gonna ask all these invasive questions.

My mom works a lot. She takes care of my younger twin sisters and I. My older sister is in college in... Canada, I think? She might be studying abroad, at this point. She comes back for Christmas and her birthday. Not that we celebrate either of those... we're not a Celebrate-y kind of family. Don't need to be. We're happy. We love each other. Yeah, it's... hard to make dinner, sometimes, but we manage.

What's your favorite animal, and why?

The spotted hyena has always been my favorite. I thought they were dogs when I was little; I wanted one for our apartment. I loved the way they giggled as they ran away from danger. And that they don't take any guff from humans. Of course most of the stories of hyenas with "tastes for human flesh" are exaggerations or flat out, like, fabrications; that doesn't make me appreciate the notion any less.

...okay, that's not exactly true. But the way they chase off cheetahs or other predators? Taking what they want? I don't know. I hate it in people, but in animals? It's kind of... neat.

Favorite color?

Hands down, rose. A pretty, warm pink. Nothing washed out and sad, like those crayons you get as a kid. It's the color we painted my desk. And... also our bathtub. The twins got it so in their hair while we were painting. Mom laughed. I... was less laughing. Did not laugh at all, in fact. I was too busy trying to wash the twins.

Do you identify with any song or piece of music?

I like the violin. Wish I could play it; you've got to start that kind of thing young. Most cello pieces I'll enjoy, too, but... connect with? I can't say so much. Not off the top of my head.

Do you believe in aliens?

Is this Ha-eun? Ha-Ji? They keep trying to get me to agree with them that they're out there, or that I want-to-believe, or whatever? But I don't. I don't believe in aliens. Yeah, yeah. Call me a spoilsport. Bring it on. It's nothing the twins haven't already sung at me, before. Give me your worst.