Pascal

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There was a bit of a ruckus down the hall, with some prisoner getting out of line. Deidre brought her hands up to her ears and closed her eyes, blocking out the sounds of the guards beating the person once more. It was routine to cover her ears and close her eyes when she heard such things, and not just from her time in prison. Keep your head down. You’ll be fine. She told herself. It had kept her safe as a child, and it would keep her safe now.

You know, you can just change what you look like, walk right out of here.

I would still need to hurt a guard to take their clothing.

It doesn’t have to be permanent.

What would be the point anyway?

Freedom, you dolt.

I have a roof over my head, clothing on my body, and food on my plate. Why, exactly should I go anywhere else?

That silenced the nagging voice in her head for a little while. She felt like it had to be totally normal to have doubts, and to wonder if her course of action was the right one. She still wondered, though, if the voice that made her ask questions was something that normal people had, too. Perhaps she was the only one who had such crippling doubts, because she was a freak. She held her hand over her ears long after the sounds ended, lost in her thoughts until she felt her roommate shake her arm.

Deedee’s eyes snapped open and she turned towards the other woman in surprise. “What?” She asked. Rhonda looked at her for a few long moments, her eyes having a bit of a faraway look in them, but she didn’t speak right away. Instead, she shook her head a little, and sighed. “Nothing, Kid.” She said.

Rhonda rarely called her kid. It was only when she was trying to make some sort of point about Deedee being a bit young for a place like this. Perhaps she had regressed her age a bit when the sounds reminded her of being in the group home. She tumbled out of the bed and stumbled over a few steps to the mirror, the suddenness of the action surprising Rhonda enough to stay out of her way.

Now you’re just being paranoid, Deedee. She thought as she looked at herself again. Some people thought she was vain. She didn’t contradict them, because what alternative could she say? ‘Oh, no. I’m not vain. I just looked like a messed up science experiment, and don’t want anyone to see because I will be locked in a lab and poked and prodded until they can diagnose me.’ She didn’t think she was contagious, and had certainly never met anyone else like herself—at least, that she was aware of. She was white, Gods be Damned. It was the lowest of the markings that her skin could bear.

With her appearance confirmed, the pounding in her chest began to slow back to a steadier beat, and her grip on the small sink loosened. “Are you okay, kid?” Rhonda asked behind her. Deedee nodded, her face expressionless, and she began to pace around the room a little.

“It will be dinner time soon, right?” She asked, changing the subject before Rhonda could inquire again about her health—or mental sanity.

Rhonda looked down at her wrist, which was unfortunately bare, and sighed. “Yea, I think so.” She replied. Sure enough, about a half-hour later, the officers cleared out, and the path to the dining hall opened up. It made more sense, with so many inmates, for the guards to simply protect themselves and let the inmates work out their differences in transit. The other paths were blocked, and deviation led to rather unpleasant side effects. Few people tried anything squirrely, and even fewer tried something twice.

Deidre sat with her roommate once they had gotten the food. It wasn’t great quality, because they didn’t rank highly enough in social status to get food with flavor. But it was sustenance, and would give them energy to work. That was the purpose of Deidre’s earlier meeting, actually. She was given the option of ‘applying’ for work positions around the prison. The benefit was more time out of her cell, and potential access to other things, if she proved competent. The more dangerous jobs had better benefits, but Deidre wasn’t interested in working herself to death—coincidentally those dangerous jobs had a high turnover rate. No, she applied for a few easy things, like laundry, filing, and cleaning.

The pair were joined by a few others, most of whom Deidre knew. One of the women, however, was completely new, apparently to the prison system at all. Her roommate, Lola, introduced her as “Penny, in for robbing someone...Get it? For pennies!” She laughed at her own joke, and Penny turned bright red, staring down at her tray.

“Lola, stop being such a bitch.” Rhonda replied, shaking her head.

Quiet fell over the table for a few moments, until the new girl spoke up. “So… what are the rest of you here for?” Her voice was a bit timid, and it reminded Rhonda at least of Deidre a couple months before. The look on her face was someone trying to be brave, and trying to find a sane soul to cling to, because Lola certainly wasn’t.

“That’s a dangerous question to ask, kid.” Rhonda grinned, and then opened her mouth again to begin her tale.

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Wow she looks awesome!! Great job!

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I'm just going to sit here not knowing what's going on. Lalala.

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@DreamWalkerThat's great! I have been on the guild for years- and still only use a signature when I am going out of town :P

Also, I think my Deidre is going to love how your character looks-- she needs more non-human-looking people in her life.

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<Snipped quote by Pascal>

*rolls toward you as a burrito*
Morning

@Carantathraiel

Thanks cara! Now my evening can continue!

@DreamWalker
Don't worry Dreamy, you will figure it out with time. And I'm sure people would be happy to answer any questions you have. :P

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Thank you both! (not cara, because she didn't even say hello- harrumph!)

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“Open cell block 17C” The officer maintained a tight grip on Deidre’s arm, though the younger woman had no intention of pulling away. Where would she go? There was a loud buzzing sound as someone else pressed a button, and the door opened. Though Deidre had jumped the first time, she wasn’t quite as skittish anymore, not to these sounds. The officer released her arm and Deidre walked into the small cell, then turned around briskly to place her hands in the larger gap in the bars as it closed once more. The officer placed a key in the slot, turned it, and then pressed her thumb print on the scanner to tell the chip inside of the cuffs that it was, in fact, an officer removing them.

The officer walked away, and Deidre watched her for a few feet before she turned to face her roommate. They were dressed alike in white clothing, a color reserved for punitive purposes like this. Color was a part of freedom, the color of one’s clothing helping to distinguish their social class. Children wore the colors of their parents, unless they were unaffiliated with a social tier, like Deidre. Adults wore colors and patterns determined by their role in society, and their station within that role. For example, a new teacher might wear a suit with a blue streak down the side, the blue indicative of education, but as they grew in experience, their clothing could have more stripes.

Members of the prison system were stripped of their colors, stripped of the status in the outside world. It was also a place where prisoners, among each other, were equal. The woman with whom Deidre shared this cell had bashed someone’s knee-caps before her incarceration. Her reason? A man grabbed her ass in a bar while she was playing pool. So she smashed the pool cue into his legs repeatedly. Deidre didn’t think it was the worst cell-mate to have. At least this woman had been provoked. And she fully admitted that she had issues with anger.

“How did it go, Deedee?” Another reason Deidre liked her roommate, Rhonda, was that the woman was actually polite to Deidre. Both of them were probably just glad the other wasn’t completely insane—nor a loud snorer.

“It was fine.” Deidre answered, moving over towards the mirror on their wall and looking at her reflection. Her gaze flickered to Rhonda, who had raised her razor thin eyebrows as if she was waiting for more information than that. “The public defender will probably be here tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. Officer Bradley said that they tend to stay for a certain duration, and speak to who they can while they are here.” She explained.

“Pft.” Rhonda snorted and shook her head. “That’s the problem with those public defense guys. They don’t really care about you or I. They just work their 9 to 5 and then they go home.” She complained.

Deidre gave a small shrug, and began to pull her hair back into a ponytail, using her fingers to clear it all of knots. That was just the way things were, and there wasn’t any use on dwelling on the things she couldn’t change.

“Do you know when the trial will be?” Rhonda asked.

“No.”

“Shame. You’re too cute for prison.” The older woman grinned cheekily. “Those girls will eat you up.”

Deidre looked over at her roommate once more, chuckling lightly. She finished securing her hair and her lighter smile faded as she looked at her lightly freckled face in the mirror. Am I? She ran her fingers down the side of her cheek lightly. Perhaps she would need to fix that before the next stages of processing. She didn’t want to stand out when she went to the permanent penitentiary. Her current appearance had fared her well over the last few years. Being cute made her life a bit easier. But here, she might get the wrong sort of attention.

Coming out of her thoughts, Deedee heard that her roommate was still, in fact, talking about what would happen to the younger woman in prison. “…Then again, perhaps that will help you loosen up.” Rhonda laughed. Deidre shook her head lightly and turned away from the mirror, the sight altogether a bit depressing. Moving over to the bunk bed, she put her foot on the edge and hoisted herself easily onto the top bunk, the old metal bed-frame only groaning mildly in protest.

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I hope I am not terribly late to things...

I spoke with Specter and Cara about my character concepts before I posted one, and Spec went ahead and okayed me posting in the IC. I didn't want to surprise anyone with it, so I am just sending a quick note here to say hello, and I shall start an IC post shortly.

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Here is my application for Archon of Ice. :)

Name: Deidre (Deedee) Marquez
Age: 25
Archon of: Ice

Current Appearance

Natural Form

Physical Attributes
[b]Appearance:[b] Deidre is average. She has long brown hair, and wears reading glasses occasionally that she doesn’t really need. Her complexion is almost olive, and her skin is generally flawless. However, Deidre works hard to maintain this appearance. Naturally, she has pure white hair, solid black eyes, and skin that almost looks gray in the night. Her nose is very flat, with small openings and almost no shape. Deidre covers her skin, just in case, and likes to wear layers.

Physical Weaknesses: Her body will change to its natural form if she is injured. She isn’t terribly strong, and if she changes forms to a burlier one, she still has to build the muscle mass if she wants to do more than intimidate.

Physical Strengths: She heals quickly (in her natural form), and can reset her own broken bones. She is good at running, both short and long distances. She took a taekwondo class after school for years and can defend herself in a physical fight.

Mental Attributes
Personality: Deidre is a secretive person, but she likes the idea of being outgoing. As such, she tries quite hard to be sociable and friendly, and is easy to follow other people’s leads. People think that she always keeps her cool, but it is really that she doesn’t wear her pain or heart on her sleeve. Guys tend to think that she is distant, which is true. Deidre doesn’t like how she pushes people away, but had a hard time doing anything else. She doesn’t know why she was born a freak, but she is grateful that she can make herself normal.

Likes:music, documentaries, card/board games
Dislikes: chick flicks, art museums, dating
Phobias: Being seen as herself, and called a freak. Singing in public (and having her voice change)

Background
Biography: Deidre didn’t know her parents. She grew up in a group home for children, in a world filled with only humans. She had asked a few times what happened to her parents, if they had left her, or been killed in an accident, but she received different answers every time. When she learned what was wrong with her, she was terrified, and did her best to hide it. That meant making sure she looked enough like the other kids to pass off as normal, as human. She tended to have problems throughout her life with maintaining this façade. When the other kids gradually aged, she didn’t. She had no idea how to control that aspect of her appearance, and so she tended to look younger than the other children who were meant to be her age.

Deidre tried to stay out of trouble, and out of fights as a child. She learned quickly that if she were injured, her skin would begin to change, and she was terrified of it coming out as to what she was. When she was old enough to look it up at a library, she found only myths and legends of monsters. She didn’t feel like a monster, and she didn’t want to be treated like one, so she did her best to become invisible, in a figurative sense of the word.

As she became a teenager, and other children from the home began to stay out late and break rules, she had to as well—to keep from standing out. She was still polite and generally timid, but when the other children told her to walk down the street and distract a man so they could steal his wallet, she didn’t feel as if she could refuse. When they told her to wait with a friend’s car for them to arrive and then drive them to another friend’s house, Diedre of course obliged. She didn’t know that the car was stolen, and so was the contents of their bags…well, a part of her did know, but she chose to ignore that information. These were her friends, and she supported them. That’s what friends did…right?

Combat Information
Typical form of combat:taekwondo- a bit rusty, but knows how to not get assaulted by creepy guys, loved archery when it was done in school
Preferred Team Role:Field medic (couldn’t afford to send kids to the hospital every time they fell off something), distractions through shapeshifting, or voice changing.
Weapon:nunchucks
Unique Equipment:possessions are like people, disappointing when we expect much out of them.

[Genkai] Magical Drifting [Pascal]

Genkai, I am so sorry. Things with me lately just...haven't been very good. I would love to give our game another shot, but I understand if you aren't willing. I was sort of brain-dead, and by the time I felt like I could write again, I felt like it had been too long and would just be stupid to respond to our game.

I have a bunch of really important work stuff this week, but I hope to have my head on straight by the weekend. If you are willing to give me another shot, I would still need to ask for a bit of patience as I try to catch up on life first.