Eliza watched in wonder as the suited man seemed to show off his powers. The apparitions of the meat into the bun and the movements of the chair were simple things but they certainly fascinated her. After becoming accustomed to hearing the voice of Disease, she had seen and been able to do many unnatural things, but seeing spirits do the same still astonished her. But Eliza hid her slighted amazement with a blank expression.
Death, I am presuming. Oh look, how kind of him to be sharing with a you. Who knew you would literally be dining with death, Disease hissed in her head. Eliza wanted to silence it and allow her some time to think for herself but she knew that was impossible. She was hungry after all, even though she knew the others must have been as well. Besides, Kyo was in the middle of preparing something as well so surely they could delve into that and she could take what Death offered.
Once the chair had stopped moving, Eliza took a seat opposite from the suited figure. She took hold of the other half of the burger and nodded to him in silent thanks. The minute she bit into it, the delectable flavour tingled at her taste buds and her bites began to get bigger and her chews quicker. She looked like a ravenous bird with an innocent face. She was dressed in agreeable attire but her manners were poor. Everything about Eliza in that moment was contradictory to her appearance but she cared not. Although, she was still curious about this Death fellow and she gave him a couple of glances as she ate.
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Gwen nodded in understanding, looking closely at the ID card she presented: Shea O'Reilly. "Cool, well, I'm Gwen. Looking forward to working with you," she said cheerfully. Once again, Gwen took a glance at the nearest door, one that kind of looked like a closet. "Okay, so since we're kind of acquainted, I think there might be someone behind that door. When I came in, I think I heard it slamming shut." Gwen said as she approached it, pointing to it like an interested child. "Should we check it out?" She directed the question mostly to the armed individuals with them. After all, they were the ones with the guns.
Name: Esther Gates (born as Esther Crowley)
Age: 20
Appearance:
Bio: Esther was born into a privileged family who owned a company that was known for making eye glasses and eye contacts, OptiCure. Unfortunately, the business was shut down after a certain scandal. Her family was heavily effected and although she never knew what the scandal was that ruined her family's reputation, all she knew was that the Crowley name was undoubtedly soiled. Esther learned that nothing lasts forever. Although her parents still stayed together, Esther felt that they were doing their best to keep her on her feet, and she knew that she needed to learn to stand on her own. Her greatest passion is music and there's nothing she wants more than to give one great performance in her life... even just one. But it was hard to get around town without someone mocking her for her last name. Although her parents have supported her through everything else, they always looked down on her for her singing, even though it was beautiful.
When she was 18, her father was diagnosed with emphysema, the lung disease, and it took a great toll on their family. Esther started off as an employee at McDonalds just so she could pitch in her share. That was when she gained her independence. She eventually got sick of the unethical way of working at McDonalds and quit after a few months and now, she lives on her own in a small apartment in the centre of the city, trying to get around with a fake last name, Gates.
Occupation: Unemployed at the moment, but is looking for a job
Flaw: She is very awkward and accident-prone. One time, she stopped to get the mail and somehow, someone accidentally bashed into her with a large green garbage bin and dislocated her elbow. Because of this, she tends to be extremely cautious and easily frightened by any sudden movement. She's a bit like a seagull, minus the loud squawking, webbed feet and white feathers.
Perfection: Esther has a great passion for music and can play both the piano and guitar. Her voice has been said to be pure and angelic (think Priscilla Ahn or Gabrielle Aplin). She is also extremely friendly and cheerful when given the chance to get to know her.
Age: 20
Appearance:
Bio: Esther was born into a privileged family who owned a company that was known for making eye glasses and eye contacts, OptiCure. Unfortunately, the business was shut down after a certain scandal. Her family was heavily effected and although she never knew what the scandal was that ruined her family's reputation, all she knew was that the Crowley name was undoubtedly soiled. Esther learned that nothing lasts forever. Although her parents still stayed together, Esther felt that they were doing their best to keep her on her feet, and she knew that she needed to learn to stand on her own. Her greatest passion is music and there's nothing she wants more than to give one great performance in her life... even just one. But it was hard to get around town without someone mocking her for her last name. Although her parents have supported her through everything else, they always looked down on her for her singing, even though it was beautiful.
When she was 18, her father was diagnosed with emphysema, the lung disease, and it took a great toll on their family. Esther started off as an employee at McDonalds just so she could pitch in her share. That was when she gained her independence. She eventually got sick of the unethical way of working at McDonalds and quit after a few months and now, she lives on her own in a small apartment in the centre of the city, trying to get around with a fake last name, Gates.
Occupation: Unemployed at the moment, but is looking for a job
Flaw: She is very awkward and accident-prone. One time, she stopped to get the mail and somehow, someone accidentally bashed into her with a large green garbage bin and dislocated her elbow. Because of this, she tends to be extremely cautious and easily frightened by any sudden movement. She's a bit like a seagull, minus the loud squawking, webbed feet and white feathers.
Perfection: Esther has a great passion for music and can play both the piano and guitar. Her voice has been said to be pure and angelic (think Priscilla Ahn or Gabrielle Aplin). She is also extremely friendly and cheerful when given the chance to get to know her.
Gwen sighed and went back to picking up her fallen test tubes, carefully replacing them back in her metal suitcase. "Look, I don't really know. All I know is I got a call this morning and minutes after, there was black sedan waiting for me outside of the laboratory. He dropped me off here and here I am. I'm not sure what I've been expected to do or why this pyramid is here so unfortunately, I'm kind of the wrong person to be asking. I'm an analyst, not Einstein." Gwen's words just tumbled out of her mouth, completely bypassing any conscious thought as she closed her case and securing the latches.
Gwen lifted both her metal cases, staring at the metal door closest to her, wondering if that was the one she had heard slam shut earlier. She decided she would check it out later, but there was the issue of her lack of security escort. Her ventures would have to wait. Instead, she turned to her unexpected companions. "So what did they send you guys here for?" If she got an idea about any of their objectives, maybe she could figure out her own.
Gwen lifted both her metal cases, staring at the metal door closest to her, wondering if that was the one she had heard slam shut earlier. She decided she would check it out later, but there was the issue of her lack of security escort. Her ventures would have to wait. Instead, she turned to her unexpected companions. "So what did they send you guys here for?" If she got an idea about any of their objectives, maybe she could figure out her own.
"My name is Eliza, the host of disease. It's a pleasure," she said in a soft voice, but still loud enough to be heard. She watched as Kyo organised a food preparation station, presumably to create something for the lot of them. It was fascinating to think that she was in a room filled with others who were just like her, who had demons within.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice from the corner of the kitchen. Eliza turned towards that particular direction to find a man in a suit reading an old newspaper. He reminded her of the same people her father used to associate with, the boring ones who would just sit and talk about politics or social issues. But this man seemed much more intriguing for there was something sinister about him that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Nevertheless, she was hungry and willing to help to get her feed.
Obediently, Eliza walked over to the sink and scrubbed off the dirt from her hands. She heard the voice of Kyo's tablet suggesting a smaller dish for quick preparation. "No, that's alright. I'm willing to wait," Eliza stated, continuing to clean herself of her filth. She then walked over to the little station Kyo had created and held up a spatula, in a gesture to say that she was only going to borrow it, before she headed over to the patty and clumsily flipped it. A small amount of grease flicked out from underneath and she felt tiny stings on her hands. She jumped back slightly before she proceeded to rub away at the small droplets of hot oil on her fingers.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice from the corner of the kitchen. Eliza turned towards that particular direction to find a man in a suit reading an old newspaper. He reminded her of the same people her father used to associate with, the boring ones who would just sit and talk about politics or social issues. But this man seemed much more intriguing for there was something sinister about him that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Nevertheless, she was hungry and willing to help to get her feed.
Obediently, Eliza walked over to the sink and scrubbed off the dirt from her hands. She heard the voice of Kyo's tablet suggesting a smaller dish for quick preparation. "No, that's alright. I'm willing to wait," Eliza stated, continuing to clean herself of her filth. She then walked over to the little station Kyo had created and held up a spatula, in a gesture to say that she was only going to borrow it, before she headed over to the patty and clumsily flipped it. A small amount of grease flicked out from underneath and she felt tiny stings on her hands. She jumped back slightly before she proceeded to rub away at the small droplets of hot oil on her fingers.
KatherinWinter said
I totally didn't see her see her second post!!! Never mind. I was hoping to introduce my characters before everyone went inside. But I can work with this. Your post is fine.
gah! sorry :/ my bad.
KatherinWinter said
I totally didn't see her see her second post!!! Never mind. I was hoping to introduce my characters before everyone went inside. But I can work with this. Your post is fine.
gah! sorry :/ my bad.
Eliza was surprised when Katherin approached her with a welcoming message written in a notebook. She seemed nice enough and Eliza was driven to kindness by the fact that she was the owner of the castle. She gave Katherin a weak smile, for at the moment it was all she could muster.
Ah, this must be Secret's host. Interesting, said the voice in her head. She did not dispute it since the notebook and Katherin's acknowledgment of her were enough to prove that Disease was not wrong... but then again, when is it ever?
Eliza said a soft "thank you" to Katherin and gave her a small curtsey before heading into the castle. She was fascinated at how large and beautiful it was. It seemed as though it was a place you could easily get lost in, just like her old home. Although, her house was nothing compared to this and she could never go back there.
Eliza followed the tantalising scent of the cooking meat and soon found herself at the kitchen. She froze slightly in the doorway as she had forgotten that there were others also waiting for the food and she hesitated. Not only was she quiet and awkward when meeting new people, she knew that she also looked very grubby at that moment. Her hands were dirty and the hem of her black dress was speckled with mud. Before she could say anything, her stomach spoke for her with a grumble. She clutched at it with both arms, looking down with embarrassment. She had made a fantastic first impression.
Ah, this must be Secret's host. Interesting, said the voice in her head. She did not dispute it since the notebook and Katherin's acknowledgment of her were enough to prove that Disease was not wrong... but then again, when is it ever?
Eliza said a soft "thank you" to Katherin and gave her a small curtsey before heading into the castle. She was fascinated at how large and beautiful it was. It seemed as though it was a place you could easily get lost in, just like her old home. Although, her house was nothing compared to this and she could never go back there.
Eliza followed the tantalising scent of the cooking meat and soon found herself at the kitchen. She froze slightly in the doorway as she had forgotten that there were others also waiting for the food and she hesitated. Not only was she quiet and awkward when meeting new people, she knew that she also looked very grubby at that moment. Her hands were dirty and the hem of her black dress was speckled with mud. Before she could say anything, her stomach spoke for her with a grumble. She clutched at it with both arms, looking down with embarrassment. She had made a fantastic first impression.
Gwen was still in the process of gathering some of her test tubes off the floor when she suddenly heard a commanding voice behind her. From the sounds of it, he seemed to also be holding a weapon. Abandoning her task of fixing her equipment, she stood and submissive turned to face the authority figure. She held up the ID card that was hanging around her neck from a black lanyard. Since she was an intern, and a new one at that, it was only a plain white card with her name written on it in black permanent marker but it still had the thick black security line down the back of it that gave her access to the labs.
"Ugh, my name is Gwennyth Harlow. I'm a junior DNA analyst at the SciTech laboratory... well, I'm an intern anyway." Gwen was always stumbling with her words, even more so when someone was pointing a gun at her. "Here is my card. I know it doesn't look legit... I mean, authentic, but I only started a couple of weeks ago so I haven't really settled in yet." She tapped at the white card hanging around her neck. "I'm sorry, there wasn't really anyone guarding the place when I got here so I decided to head straight in."
Just then, she caught a glimpse of another girl entering the pyramid and was relieved to see that she also looked as though she was a scientist. She was glad she didn't have to deal with this alone.
"Ugh, my name is Gwennyth Harlow. I'm a junior DNA analyst at the SciTech laboratory... well, I'm an intern anyway." Gwen was always stumbling with her words, even more so when someone was pointing a gun at her. "Here is my card. I know it doesn't look legit... I mean, authentic, but I only started a couple of weeks ago so I haven't really settled in yet." She tapped at the white card hanging around her neck. "I'm sorry, there wasn't really anyone guarding the place when I got here so I decided to head straight in."
Just then, she caught a glimpse of another girl entering the pyramid and was relieved to see that she also looked as though she was a scientist. She was glad she didn't have to deal with this alone.
Eliza knelt down before a small patch of weeds that were growing below a window on the castle grounds. Each one was a different from the other in size, shape and of course, toxicity. Eliza reached out for the one with the leaves like maple but the voice in her head protested. Not that one. Grab the one that looks like a fern.
"What for?" Eliza replied. "What is it?"
That is bracken, her demon replied. Eliza smiled devilishly as she obediently plucked the weed. A leather bag was hanging at her side from which she produced a book with a hard burgundy cover. It was old and tattered, but in it were her various notes on different poisons which she'd collected throughout the years. She opened the book to a random page and carefully placed the weed between the sheets, slamming the book shut before placing it back in her bag.
"Of course, bracken. The cancerous weed that slowly kills the stomach. Wonderful," Eliza said delighted. How coincidental were her thoughts for the scent of cooking meat had suddenly filled her nose. She quickly stood and looked through the window that was above her, dusting off her black dress as she did so. Her eyes brightened at the sight of what seemed to be a kitchen through the glass, where steam was rising from the stove. Eliza stomach gurgled quietly and she clutched at it with a tight grip. Although she was perfectly capable of just climbing through the window and creeping in to grab the delicious prize, she was disheartened at the sight of a few others who already seemed to be waiting for it also. She wondered if any of them had a heart soft enough to fall for her deceptively innocent charm and offer her some through the window. If not, there was always the option of finding her own way in.
"What for?" Eliza replied. "What is it?"
That is bracken, her demon replied. Eliza smiled devilishly as she obediently plucked the weed. A leather bag was hanging at her side from which she produced a book with a hard burgundy cover. It was old and tattered, but in it were her various notes on different poisons which she'd collected throughout the years. She opened the book to a random page and carefully placed the weed between the sheets, slamming the book shut before placing it back in her bag.
"Of course, bracken. The cancerous weed that slowly kills the stomach. Wonderful," Eliza said delighted. How coincidental were her thoughts for the scent of cooking meat had suddenly filled her nose. She quickly stood and looked through the window that was above her, dusting off her black dress as she did so. Her eyes brightened at the sight of what seemed to be a kitchen through the glass, where steam was rising from the stove. Eliza stomach gurgled quietly and she clutched at it with a tight grip. Although she was perfectly capable of just climbing through the window and creeping in to grab the delicious prize, she was disheartened at the sight of a few others who already seemed to be waiting for it also. She wondered if any of them had a heart soft enough to fall for her deceptively innocent charm and offer her some through the window. If not, there was always the option of finding her own way in.
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