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Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

We've never been good at getting times to work at the beginning of this RP :D

However, dusk doesn't really work as a time for them to all get to the room, it makes a lot more sense for them to arrive during visiting hours, which is when Zora will be getting there, herself.

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

“Thank you, Miss Caraby.” The slight little girl awkwardly wiggled her way out of the car, trying to put no weight on her right foot lest she get her cast dirty. Once properly stable on her crutches, she gave a low little wave and started hobbling with practiced motions toward the hospital doors. They slid open automatically for her and she made her way over to the receptionist’s desk, only to be waved on automatically. They knew that she knew where she was going; it wasn’t like this was the first time she’d been by to visit Doctor Schub.

One agonizingly-long elevator ride later (really, why was this hospital so huge? And why was the orthopedist on the second-to-last floor?), she was seated in one of those uncomfortably-stiff purple chairs that the hospital claimed were stuffed (or rather, they were covered in cloth, which was close enough to claiming that) but which she would swear before the highest court of law were actually made of the least-comfortable plastic known to mankind. More uncomfortable than whatever plastic they used to make those super-scratchy tags that always left bits in your shirt after you tried to cut them off. Yes, these chairs were that uncomfortable.

And since this particular orthopedic surgeon was the only one of his kind around here (the nameplate on his door claimed he was the “Head of Pediatric Orthopedic Surgery”, which was a fancy way of saying that he was the only child-specialized setter-of-bones within the city limits), she was going to have to wait a long time in this uncomfortable chair. It didn’t make matters any better that her appointment wasn’t until 2 PM, and now it was… 8:57 AM.

This was going to be a very long wait. But such things happened when you had to bum rides from your friends’ parents, and they were all working-class. You ended up wherever you were going super early in the morning, or after everyone had gone home from their work day.

By 10:30, she was convinced that her butt was about to have irreconcilably taken on the stiff shape of the implement of torture upon which she was sitting. She hadn’t been able to feel her legs for like an hour, and she could feel her spine compacting from the sheer force of gravity pushing her down against this heartless, immovable cloth-wrapped plastic death machine. And when you were 5’0”, you didn’t particularly want to end up with your spine any more compacted than it already was; you needed every half-inch that you could get. It was time to take a walk around the floor, and so, with considerable effort (why did limbs feel so heavy when they were asleep?), she hoisted herself off of her shelf, startling the receptionist who quickly put away her phone; she’d probably forgotten that she was a living being instead of part of the décor, having last interacted with or seen her move one and a half hours ago when she’d asked “When is you appointment?”, gotten the correct answer, stared bug-eyed for a moment, and then helpfully (if hesitantly; apparently even she knew the pain that was those chairs) told her to sit down, Doctor Schub was running a bit late. Which was to say, let’s put it plainly, that Doctor Schub had not arrived at work on time. His first appointment was scheduled for 9 AM (and the owner of said wonderful time slot was fidgeting in pain in the reception area herself, her mother knitting obliviously next to her a scarf that seemed much too thin and far too long and definitely far too ghastly for anyone to actually use it; they had arrived even before our red-haired protagonist had), and he was yet to be seen. He would be walking in the door in two minutes fifty-nine seconds, but that would leave him with a bunch of preparation and having-a-cup-of-coffee and flirting-with-the-nurse before he would get to anything, and this receptionist, being good at her job and having worked with this particular client for a long time, had already factored that into her estimates of when the good Doctor would be getting to his appointments; namely, that he would be getting to them “late”.

Now, it wasn’t unusual for this particular red-headed, sun-kissed young lady to find herself with unreasonable amounts of time left before her appointment with this specific doctor, and so she had, through the many, many times that she had been forced to find something else to do than sit upon things more uncomfortable than that one estranged Mormon cousin with the twelve (or was it twenty?) wives was at family reunions, forged a habit, which she now embarked upon. It was time to go visit every single person in this floor’s sick ward.

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So what if the plot twist this time were that there is no plot twist :O

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Dssialii has no tricks up his sleeve :( He doesn't even HAVE sleeves!

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Oh yes, Dssialii should recognize the stuff... though that's not to say that he's ever had any. For all that he likes his mind-altering drugs, goblins are, unlike with magical substances, lightweights when it comes to alcohol. Get him one or two glasses of wine and he's done for.

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

So yeah, apparently I forgot to post Zora's CS earlier, so there's that. NOW back to writing that post.

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

Zora

Name: Zora Ann Wilson
Age: 15
Gender: F

Appearance:
Zora would be unassuming if it weren't for her firey orange hair, since other than that there's nothing especially captivating about her looks. Standing at 5' even and just 90 pounds, she's a little stick of a thing. Her face is acceptably-pleasant to look at, with a strong chin and very round button nose. Thin eyebrows arch high over slightly-large-but-otherwise-nondescript brown eyes. Her cheeks are slightly pouty, giving a babyish aesthetic to her otherwise thin face. This is accentuated by generally open lips, which show off her surprisingly clean-looking teeth.
She wears her orange hair just long enough to reach her should blades, without bangs. She slings it over one shoulder as something of a nervous habit, generally sweeping to the left.

Personality:
Zora is one of those youth that the system would describe as "troubled". In fact, her school profile is full of papers describing her with that word, submitted by teachers of years past and guidance councilors who have tried to peer past the innocent shell that Zora wears, like battle armor, only to catch a glimpse of the extent of her true motives and personality. Teachers wonder why her grades are so low, and write the office to complain about and document her disruptive behavior. Her guidance councilors pry until her lies begin falling apart, and then, when she simply sits through their sessions in the protection of silence, sigh in defeat and pass their judgment.
"Troubled". It doesn't begin to describe Zora's depths, but it's a step in the right direction.
Most people don't get even that close, though. For her friends, Zora's that giggling cute airhead who can't stay in one place or stick with one thing for any length of time. Their parents think she's a perfect social butterfly (though highly, if adorably, immature and simple), always coming over for dinner with exquisite politeness, always staying the night for sleepovers, and always pecking their cheeks for services rendered. Her employers think she's a silent, hard worker.
The police think whoever does her crimes needs to be caught and thrown in jail. Good thing, then, that they haven't caught her yet.
But we can know the true Zora. We can peel away the innocent shell, get past the uneasy feeling of "troubled" and the wall of silence, and penetrate to the corrupted thing in the center of it all that one might call the Soul. We can see the battlescars that were left before the defenses could be erected, the deformities that signify her great faults. We understand her bitterness with the world, we realize how manipulative she is. We can see the animalistic desire for survival that drives her, and the horrible fear that bites at her heals the whole way.
And we see those parts that should be there, but are not. The atrophied pleasant side of her soul, her capacity to love, her understanding, forgiveness, and grace. And perhaps we wonder just what made her this way, what replaced so much of the good in her with hatred.

Relationship with Parent/Guardian:
With her mother dead, the only parent left to Zora is her father. They haven't talked in four years, and as much as she can, she attempts not to think of him. It was bad when she was with him, but it was only when he came home drunk one night and did the unthinkable to her that death out in the streets became the preferred option. Her memories of him are clouded with loathing, fear, and hatred.

Brief Biography:
Zora will tell you that her family is picture perfect. She'll describe outings to the beach, threaten boys by claiming that her father could beat up theirs (still. It's not quite as effective a threat in 11th grade as it was in elementary school), and even write papers on how her father and mother are her heroes.
Her mother, though, is dead. Has been for 10 years; died of a heroin overdose. Her father is no hero to her, and she hasn't seen him in four years. Outings to the beach are really outings to the city, where she can be found (or, rather, won't be) supplementing her income with a little of other's unknowing charity.
The past four years, Zora has lived, discreetly, by herself. She ran from her father with nothing, and from there has slowly made something of herself by abusing people. Every night was a sleepover, for she had nowhere of her own to sleep, and informing others of this didn't fit her perfect-family story. But little by little, she made her own fortune: presently she works two jobs (as a waitress and as a baby sitter), her father's unemployment check always "magically" ends up in her bank account, the inhabitants of the city have been trickling wealth into her pockets, and an abandoned train car makes decent-enough shelter.

Number: 7
Virtue: Temperance

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

So, yes, that is the idea. I'm working on a post for Zora.

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Too bad she's trying to seduce a goblin. Goblins aren't very easy to seduce.

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

Such laaaaaaaaanguage! D: