Swarley

What would you do with a Death Note???

I'd take a potato chip... AND EAT IT
Thank you I'm here all week

Honestly I'd probably do nothing with it, I'm not a big fan of people dying in general. Even if they "deserve it"

What Are You Listening To?

Game of Thrones premier was tonight and damn am I excited for the rest of the season. Game of Thrones is honestly my favourite show on television, it just feels so big with all these interesting characters, moral ambiguity, and just damn everything about it is great.

What country are you from?

The Great White North of Canada, but I'm living in Toronto so it's not really white, north, or all that great.

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Carissa's eyes lit up when the one of the others offered her a place to stay. She hadn't slept in the city for a while so it would be nice to actually get some sleep on something that wasn't an uncovered mattress out in the abandoned suburbs. She looked over at him "Thanks man. I really appreciate anything you can give out" She said with a smile under her bandanna. She thought because he had a couch then maybe he could have a shower, and her hair had been getting a little too greasy for even her to bear it any longer.

Carissa heard the woman she now knew as Sass speak up again, seemingly pointing a lot of attention towards her. She heard her questions get answered and it calmed her nerves a bit, it was exactly the answers she wanted to hear. "Thanks" She said in reply "You just don't really want to jump into an opportunity without all the details being sorted out beforehand, but all this should work out." She smiled before realizing she had yet to introduce herself. "I'm Anarcho by the way, I guess my name kinda speaks for the artwork I end up putting out."

What Are You Listening To?

I really love Neutral Milk Hotel, in fact they're probably my favourite band of all time (Saw them back in January, life changing) so right now I'm just checking out some of the member's side projects. This is Julian Koster's side project and the album is pretty good so far. It's not Neutral Milk Hotel level but it is pretty interesting and there's obviously a lot of really good use of the singing saw.

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Carissa looked at the woman who had recently made her way down to the lobby. Carissa looked over the new woman, immediately drawn in by the red bandanna. A bold choice in a profession that values subtly and dark colours. This immediately made her at least respect this person more than she already had. Carissa had heard stories about this woman before, but she could never really verify them or think of them of anything other than rumours. But if the stories were even half as true as they were told then this would be an opportunity she would not want to miss out on.

Carissa listened to the woman as she told them of the details. Though she wasn't really one for actually doing jobs, she did always need money. She felt that jobs would rob her of her artistic integrity, but sometimes you have to sell out in order to make a living, especially if you want to live off the grid. She noticed the other man who seemed to be very nervous and antsy about the whole ordeal and it brought a few questions to her mind, she didn't want to just blindly jump into the first job offer she got, even if it was from someone who had some respect in the sprayer community. "This sounds like a fine deal you're offering up but I've got a few questions before we get started. One, how do we get payment for jobs? Does it get to us directly from the customer or does it go through you? Also am I right in assuming payments will be cash only, because I don't have a bank account or anything in order to accept anything else. And finally, does anyone have a place I can crash? I'm not really living in the city limits right now." The last question wasn't really directed towards anyone in particular, but the question had been nagging at her since she got here.

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It was the late afternoon, Carissa hitched a ride to the edge of the city with some local punks and was currently on the monorail towards the spot where she had been tagging a few nights before. Her earbuds were in and her music was blaring so loud that she almost ended up missing her stop. Carissa made it out just before the doors closed and started her way walking. A few people stared at her, her hair was unwashed and her jeans were a mess with patches and rips. She looked a little out of place in the complacency people had fallen into after the police state had really came into effect and hit hard.

She reached her destination. It was a large white office just like the rest of the buildings in the city, however it was obviously different in one aspect. Someone had put a bit of life back on it in the way of what was essentially a doodle of Carissa's. It was in her distinct archaic style of a female soldier in the style of a Vietnam vet with the signature anarchy symbol painted on the front of her helmet and with various anti-government slogans on the jacket. It was signed with the familiar signature of simply "Anarcho". She smiled at it before realizing that someone had painted over part of the art. At first she was starting to get angry before she realized what it actually meant. She remembered people in her old running crew talking about this before and how it was quite a prestigious honour. She went up to read the scrap of paper that was left there, she knew exactly what that meant to her.

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Carissa was walking towards the building, trying to keep out of the way of cameras. She knew she could get herself out of the footage but she didn't want to put her friend through too much work tomorrow. She had her bandanna on just in case she had any run-ins, though she was confident enough in herself to avoid them or at least run away in time for it all to be okay. Her only worry about today was finding a place to crash, she knew she couldn't sleep outside any more since the curfew came into effect, and it would be too far for her to try to make her way out of the city and to the abandoned suburbs in order to actually get what she would call a good night's sleep.

The building Carissa was looking for came into view, it was at this point she sprinted to the side of the building and hid under a window for a few seconds to catch her breath. She heard voices inside, they didn't sound like the police but for all she knew they very well could be. She took a few deep breaths before vaulting over the wall and through the window. Though she couldn't see for shit she didn't think she saw any police uniforms on anyone. "Will you guys calm down? You realize you can be heard from outside, right?" She said in a way that wasn't too loud that it can be clearly heard from outside, but that could be heard by the few that had already showed up in the building.

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Alright thanks, I've edited my post accordingly.

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Name: Carissa Keen/Anarcho

Age: 24

Occupation: Sprayer

Appearance: Carissa's clothes are usually ragged and dirty, embroidered with logos of punk bands she enjoys. She has lots of tattoos, usually of her own art with anti-establishment sayings and such. Taller than average (about 6 feet tall) and quite skinny.

Gear: Spray paint, a black bandanna and small paint mask for spraying, an antique MP3 player with earbuds for listening to music

Personality: Usually very relaxed and downbeat, when not tagging she's at "home" and listening to music, however if you get her angry her temper is not to be underestimated and can get quite unruly at times.

Background: She was raised in the city by a more lower class family. She tried to grow up normally, she went to school and had friends. Most of her friends were really into anarchist and socially liberal music as most teens were at the time so she also got into her fair share of protesting and delinquency as the world slowly fell apart around her. Though she liked her family well enough she couldn't bring herself to be a burden to them, with the low amount of rations her family was given on welfare she didn't want to seem like she was taking all their food, so when she was in her senior year of high school she ran away from home and tried to become completely off the grid. She squats in old abandoned houses outside the new metropolis, and couch surfs with friends if she really needs to be in the city. All her transactions are done in cash only and she pays off an old friend who works as a data entry clerk to help keep her off camera and off records which allows her to get away with not paying bills and not being seen.

Extra: Bisexual (4 on the Kinsey scale), smoker, athletic and engages in "parkour" in order to get to the best spots and away from the cops as quickly as possible, passionate about punk rock and 90s indie rock (Modest Mouse, Pavement, Sonic Youth, here's a sample)

Paint: Dystopian city, graffiti, delinquency, and more!

Hell yeah, this is my shit. Dystopian street art and street punk stuff