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Tokoshie no Ansoku

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Tokoshie no Ansoku

Dizzy

No one raised much of a fuss when Dizzy was taken, least of all Dizzy herself. The ones she was...fortunate...enough to have crossed the waters with had long since written her off as either a gloomy child or a child of ill fortune - as if luck had any factor these days. But when one is forced to watch their only loved ones snatched into the cold, murky depths with no warning...grief quickly turns into blaming anything other than fate. Dizzy would not have been surprised if people celebrated when she was taken. Amongst the small circle of survivors that she had, by virtue of having nowhere else to sleep, settled in with she was far and away the least liked. Perhaps, Dizzy thought, they didn't enjoy hearing how their struggle to survive was, as she so eloquently put it, 'throwing a cup of water on a raging wildfire'.

No one raised much of a fuss when Dizzy was taken, because for those that knew her this was a win-win. Either she failed and was most likely sent to her death...or she passed....and was most likely sent to her death. Either way, the aura of negativity was out of the picture and someone else's problem now.

Dizzy didn't speak through the car ride and the only sounds she made during the invasive and far too thorough exams was the wincing of pain whenever their needles pierced the skin or their tools became more than just a little too friendly for anyone's liking. At one point as they were shuffled along like livestock, a gaggle of girls near her whispered about 'the ghost girl' and, given Dizzy's eerily pale complexion and contrasting dark hair...she figured it was a remark aimed at her. Dizzy never saw them again and that was the first thing that made her smile, more of a soft grin really, in years. How lucky they were, shuffled off the mortal coil, cast out like stones...rejects.

Everyone would join them soon enough. Time had long since run out.

When Dizzy was shuffled along into a lecture hall, her first reaction was to blink. Was this it? There were far more when the testing was beginning...and there were far fewer now. For a flash she envied them. They now understood the truth as Dizzy saw it. Her second reaction wasn't to sit, but rather to turn, to walk, and to stand in front of one of the armed guards.

"My clip." Dizzy stated, her voice almost robotic in its tone. "Where is it?" During their testing Dizzy's hairclip was taken after a struggle that ended when the back of a hand made an impression on Dizzy's cheek (the red mark on her face being what led to the missing girls' comments about the 'ghost girl' to begin with). Her head throbbed when the hairclip was taken from her and it continued to throb even now. Annoying, to be sure, but what else could she do? "Give it bac-" Dizzy's demand was not met as she was shoved back to line, tumbling onto her rear.

Dizzy didn't approach the guards a second time, but she would remember the feeling of being ignored...it was all too familiar anyway. And with nothing else she could do at present, the conversation about temperature between two girls that would likely be dead within a week or so - if they were lucky - passed into her ears and out of it just as quickly. Dizzy merely made her way to an empty chair and sat down, head throbbing, rump stinging, and what little pride she still had slowly chipping away.

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

Yeah speaking of, what's the skinny on posting limits when the RP stars proper? I'd hate for someone to come back and see that like ten pages of things happened before they even got in.

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Didn't seem confusing.

A and B are friends
B likes A as more than friends
A meets D and feels feels
B doesn't want to lose A to D
C tells B to let A and D be

Then drama

Although this:

When Muse A and Muse D get take a break, Muse A does whatever he can to maneuver his way into Muse A's heart, but Muse A clearly denies him.

Might need to be edited.

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Hey I know you from that one thing so I'd just like to say that if it's cool I totally wanna claim dibs on C because seme.

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

"Don't put me on some fuckin' list. Who do you think you are?" - Darian, on the above list

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

Delinquent fight club is gonna happen now

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

We can be delinquent sisters. But not like blood related.

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

@lovely complex It has been done and can never be undone

@RiverMaiden Darian is a fan of the low hanging fruit and it's way easier to be like "Hah, the pale kid looks like a ghost" than to be like "Hah I don't know what gender that pale kid is"

Darian is considerate like that

Secrets - Closed

Huzzah, I have passed the trials and am all joined up. Yay!

Blake Mitchell

BLAKE MITCHELL

Birthday
April/Fifteenth/Nineteen Eighty Seven
(Present year in RP: 2016)

Twenty-Eight

Appearance


-5'11"

-127 lbs

-A tattoo on her left shoulder, rarely seen as it's covered by a bandage.

-Wears a pair of black rimmed glasses, they always seem to just be on the rim of her nose and doing her little good for actual vision enhancement.

-Eyes are as muddy as the Mississippi...but still somehow bright and vibrant.

-Really enjoys wearing pants suits unless it's summer in which case she'll go casual even when on the clock.

Position
The Neighbor around the corner, whose house is always skipped on Halloween. A ranch house, a far cry from the other homes aimed for more familial living.

Secret
Yes, those are things that exist.

School
School, at this point, is a distant memory. And not necessarily a fond one.

Occupation

Though the office space is far from ideal, Blake is technically an investigator, operating a small, as in her and a secretary/assistant that rarely shows up, office in the heart of the town. The office in question is a small building sitting near the Palace Nine property. People in need of proof of an affair or proof their child is breaking curfew or not make up the majority of her cases, leading to a reputation as 'Millington's Paparazzi'. Though her name is on the sign, more often than not she's out of office and taking full advantage of the proximity to the mall and the Outerworld.

Personality

Blake doesn't have a good reputation with the community as is, because most people don't like glorified snoops right up until they need them, and she doesn't exactly donate to town festivals (though she'll always be on the lookout for injured sorts at those kinds of gatherings). But Blake is a personable sort, charismatic in a word, always one to finish someone's sentence out of a belief that she knows what they're thinking before they think it. Some find her to be offputting because of this, and her inflated ego over her largely situational career surely doesn't do much to help matters. Blake believes herself to be on a first name basis with the entire town...and will always be the one to get everyone's name wrong at a social gathering even upon repeat meetings.

While those little...quirks of hers contribute to the general feeling of annoyance that follows her around, no one can deny that when she does get hired for a job that she does get results. That combined with her willingness to divert truly dangerous jobs to the police along with her readiness to give the police her own records (with the names changed, of course) should they ask, is what has allowed her to stay in operation.

Blake doesn't exactly do...good for the community...but she's nice to have around for a rainy day.

Short Bio

Blake is an east coast woman at heart, despite being born in the dead center of the country and moving westward at a young age due to circumstances far beyond her control. She isn't a lifer in Millington, having arrived near around five years ago and becoming a 'fixture', such as it is, a year after that. She hasn't exactly been forthcoming with her life story, other than what's already a matter of public knowledge, such as her being born to a jazz singer in a night club and the humble bar tender that fell in love with the voice and didn't realize the person attached to said voice was not what anyone would call an overly caring sort. And her transcripts show that she did attend public schooling through to high school and her degree in criminal justice hangs in her office. The degree is ACTUALLY in photography but no one ever looks closely at it and the diploma is there just to add legitimacy anyway.

Blake was married for a hot minute, or in more understandable terms for just long enough for her daughter, Felicia, to be born and her realizing she wanted to have nothing to do with the one night stand that went on for far too long. The marriage was spur of the moment anyway, done in a ceremony-less service and ended with just as much fanfare; that was seven years ago. The hardest part, Blake discovered, was getting her degree with a child to care for, but the right room mates and associates at her university took some of the burden off.

When Blake arrived in Millington it was with daughter at her side and into the lowest priced house on the market while still technically being part of the more savory side of town.

Felicia:

Her daughter attends the grade school and is known among her peers as 'the girl that draws on desks'. Some might call that vandalism. Blake considers it artistic expression. Either way it winds up with Blake having to attend far more parent teacher conferences than she cares for.