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I kinda wrote her faster than I expected but, uh, here's a first pass at my character. Let me know if I need to change or add anything. I'm kind of tired right now, lol, but, I had fun writing this.



Emily Dawson

"Richard?" She asked. Her eyes widened a little. "Oh, right, Doctor Stanton. Haha, duh." She palmed her forehead. "Yeah, he's probably just busy for once. This would be the first time and it seems out of character for him but I'm sure he's fine, really." Emily said quickly. But she was worried, and it was written on her face. She began thinking about Doctor Stanton clutching his chest and falling to the ground, suffering from a heart attack. A flower wilts.

Emily reassured herself with a smile to the group, pulling down her scarf. "I forgot he had a first name, haha. In eastern countries like Japan they put the last name first. So the last name is the first name and the first name is the last name. I guess this is why we evented the word 'surname' because last and first are only relative terms." Emily said. She didn't mind being talked over or ignored, and when she felt like she was going particularly off-topic she lowered her voice a considerable degree.

Emily rubbed her hands together as the door was finally opened. She appreciated how Linda let everyone go in first. Emily was happy to be let inside, since some people would probably make a big deal out of not going in before other people. Some guys really liked holding the door open. She thought it was sweet.

Once they were inside, Emily narrowed her eyes. "No receptionist. I guess they were also busy." Emily smiled unevenly, falsely. She removed her gloves and stuffed them into her purse, revealing her hands. Fingernails painted blue, some freckles. Emily began whispering the plot of a sci-fi novel.

Emily stepped into the elevator with her friends, her whispers turning into the quiet chorus of a pop song. "This- love- has- taken it's toll oh man, she said goodbye...too many times before." She kept one hand on the shoulder sling of her purse, rocking back and forth on the heel of her boots. If the elevator was mostly silent, then it was one of the only sources of sound in the moving room. Ding. The metal doors slid open.

The blonde girl scratched at her hat, shouldered her purse, and followed Ms. Linda out. "Richard?" Linda called out. She peered through the ajar door and...reacted. There was only so many things one could react too like that. Bernard took on a protective role immediately. He had a good heart.

Emily blinked her big blue eyes and well, she wasn't going to not look, was she? She had to see. Had to see what happened to Doctor Stanton. Emily stopped singing, stopped saying anything at all, when she saw the scene inside the room.

Tears began to fall down her face. She spotted the intruder fleeing the scene but she didn't want to go after them. Emily's eyes were glued to the gruesome scene. "Oh..." She stepped back off to the side, getting out of everyone's way before lowering herself to her knees. Her back was against the wall of the room, she was facing the elevator and everyone else.

"Oh, no...oh, poor Doctor Stanton." She said, lower limp trembling. Tragedy broke her heart.
"He's been killed." Emily succinctly surmised the situation. She covered her face with her hands. Her mind accepted the miserable implications. No more Thursday meetings. No more therapy. No more feeling like they could all be understood. Many of the others probably wouldn't come back after this. And worst of all, Doctor Stanton was murdered, and wouldn't get to do anything he wanted to do anymore.

"The world is lonelier now." She mourned eerily. "I miss him. He had so much left to give."


Thanks for the mention! But I'm not sure I'm interested in this RP. I gave it a once over when it first got posted but even now I'm still kind of confused on how the game works? Why do certain people talking with other certain people turn them into murderers? And how would the people in game figure that out?

I also don't know anything about the anime.
Emily Dawson

7:00 AM

"I let the beast in too soon
I don't know how to live without my hand on his throat
I fight him always and still
O darling, it's so sweet
You think you know how crazy
How crazy I am"


The radio alarm blared to life.

Emily's bunk bed was an absolute mess. Her pajama'd form had practically flipped the matress over as she tossed and turned in her actually quite restful sleep. Somehow her pillow had ended up on the ground and she had flipped poles, but, whatever. Her eyes cracked open. "Oh, wow, that was an interesting dream." She remarked immediately to herself.

"Oh, oops, I forgot it. Oh well. Isn't that weird how that works? I wonder why people can't remember their own dreams? Or only sometimes? Maybe I should look that up. I would love to be a vivid dreamer- that'd be so cool. I could do whatever I wanted and..." and so it began.

"Ooohhhh my God...seriously? Immediately?" Kayla bemoaned, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"Huh? What? Me?" Emily peaked her head over her top bunk and stared down at her dormmate. "Are you talking to me?"

"...No, obviously I'm talking to-"

"Hold on this is the good part Fast as you can baby run free yourself of me fast as yoooou can. Fast as you can baby scratch me and free yourself fast as yooou can WOOH, sing it, girl! Okay what?"

"You, dumbass! I'm talking to you! I just can't believe that you seriously start talking right as you wake up. That's...that's crazy." Kayla finally turned from her pillow, looking up at Emily. "Uh, no offense. That's not-"

Emily laughed. "Don't worry, it's fine. This time I just had a particularly interesting dream that I forgot." She rolled out of bed and landed shakily on her feet, almost falling over. Quickly she through on a baggy blue hoodie, skinny jeans and sneakers. "I like blue." She commented to herself.

"Come on, Kay, get outta bed! You're gonna be late for science class. Science class is super important. Breakfast is also super important- the most important meal of the day! Or so they say. Haha, that rhymed. But actually all three meals are equally important. American portion sizes are actually pretty screwed up compared to the rest of the world which is why most of us are so overweight hey have you seen my medicine anywhere?" Emily rambled as she got dressed and brushed her hair.

"Uh..." Kay said, not even close to out of bed yet. "I think it's in your purse." She indicated the cheap but effective bag sitting discarded under a pile of clothes.

"So it is! I remember now. Thanks a million billion kajillion, Kay." Emily rushed over and began digging through the pile she had inside.

"At this point you've singlehandedly inflated the gratitude market beyond repair." She replied.

Emily paused, turning over her shoulder. "You think so?"

"Yeah. You thank me so much. You should really consider just saying 'thank you' once instead of one million billion trillion times or whatever. Otherwise you're gonna have to keep upping it so much, your gratitude will never mean anything to anyone ever again."

"...Really?" Emily asked, her eyes widening.

Kayla just let her head fall back onto her pillow. "...No, Emily. Not really."

"Oh, cool! Thanks a zillion." Emily said. She gathered two bottles of pills in a zip lock back and shook them around a bit. Anti-pyschotics and anti-tremor medicine. A perfect way to start the day. "I definitely don't want to forget to take these today. Because gueeessss what that's right," Emily shot straight up.

"I'm going to my government-mandated therapist meeting again today!" She squeed in excitement. "Oh, the joys of being marked a potential danger to yourself or others! It's basically free!"

"...Right." Kay frowned. "You know, sometimes you're really creepy?"

"Am I? Sorry." Emily looked in the mirror, straightening out her wavy hair as best she could, wincing as she got caught on a particularly tight clump. "Oops. Haven't showered in a couple days. Gotta take care of that. Especially for the meeting."

"...Oh, but I already put all my clothes on." Emily whined.

"No, just do it. Just go down there and do it. It's not your therapist's fault your morning routine is all out of order."

"You're right, Kay. I don't know what I'd do without you. Probably have a different dormmate, actually." Emily reasoned. "Okay. I'm gonna go down, take a shower, and come back with poptarts. How does that sound? I think it sounds pretty good. Did you want cinammon poptarts? How about this, if you're not out of bed by the time I get back, I'm eating your poptarts infront of you. Sound good? Okay, here I go bye bye Kay see you in a little bye..." The door was open and closed behind her. Kay fell flat onto her back with a huff.

Not even ten seconds later the door opened. Kayla startled, gathering up her blanket to protect herself. "Forgot to take my pills, haha, oops." Emily re-entered the room and grabbed a water bottle from her purse. She removed the bottle from the plastic bag. Unscrewed the cap, took out two little red pills and placed them in her mouth. She chugged them down with a swig of water.

"Yummy. I wonder if this water really is from a mountain aquifer." That was the anti-tremors down. Now for the anti-pyschotics. Put the red ones back, take the blue ones out. Uncrew the cap and "Shake 'em all about." She put her hand on the top of the cap and rattled the bottle with a giggle.

She took them, and blinked. "Phoo. Y'know, I take these every day before the effects of the previous ones wear off. Makes sense, right? Obviously. But sometimes I feel like if I don't take them really fast, something really terrible will happen." She made eye contact with Kayla.

"But that feeling didn't go away just now. Something really bad is gonna happen today. Can you feel it, Kayla? Somewhere, a flower knows it's about to wilt, and it's having it's last chat with a little bumblebee." Emily rolled her shoulders, placed everything back in her purse.

The song had long since come to an end, and only commercials from the radio filled the silence. Or at least as close to silence as one could get- Emily's mouth silently outlined whatever it was she was talking to herself about now.

"Uh...huh..." Kayla said, slowly receding beneath her blanket.

"Speaking of flowers, the rose is the state flower of New York. That's like, the number one flower. It's also the official flower of the United States. Not sure if it fits, though. I agree with Everett Dirksen- I think the native marigold makes a much better national flower. Maybe they'll change it someday?" Emily said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.




That evening.

A baggy hoodie, all puffy and adorable and blue, was the first thing one would notice about Emily as she practically skipped down the street. A white scarf covered her mouth and nose, and a blue hat kept her frazzled hair a little close to her head, smooshing it down so it better framed her face. Besides that she was wearing a pair of jeans, boots, and gloves. A heavy purse was slung over her left shoulder.

"...tea made from hibiscus flowers has a lotta names around the world and is served both hot and cold. I like it, hot, though. People like it 'cause red colour, tart flavour, and vitamin C content. Vitamin C. I wonder how hard it is to not get all your vitamins just from eating normal food? That's called scurvy, right? Pirates are awesome." Emily mumbled quietly to herself. She saw the group gathering and waved over to everyone, briefly picking up into a jog.

"Hello Miss Hopkins!" She waved. "Hey Mister Bernard. Hey Keandre, hi Russel, hi Alex, hey Valerian. Hi. Hi hi hi." She turned and waved to everyone nearby in turn.

"Guess who brought cookies? It's me! Store bought, I dunno how to bake." She reached into her purse and tugged on a plastic container full of sugar cookies. "They were cheap and definitely an impulse buy and they're really bad for you. There's enough for everyone!" She let the plastic container fall back into her purse, where it clanked against something else. "Kinda hard to eat 'em out here, though. So we'll wait until we get inside. So, are we locked out, or what?" Emily turned and looked up at the building.

The Inn


Dareen nodded, shrugging slightly. "I figured it wouldn't be easy. I'm guessing the one wearing the ring is Dorothea herself? I'm sure you've probably tried all the easy plans to disable that thing already. But there's gotta be some way, right? Unless we just take everyone of Dhemlan blood with us through the portal, or figure out some Crafty way to make it so she doesn't know, we can't make progress without people dying." Dareen rubbed her chin. "So, I dunno. Seems we're in a tough spot." Dareen had enough blood on her hands already. She didn't want to help condemn an entire people to death. But the moral reason wasn't enough. Some part of her wanted to rationalize it. Why not? Why not leave them all to die?

Well, Saetan doesn't want it, she thought. So coming up with a plan will make him loyal to us. Plus, the Dhemlan people are loyal to him. If they're alive, they can be organized in the revolution. Genocide is also bad the economy.

There. She breathed a sigh of relief. And also, ontop of all that, it's the right thing to do.

Dareen tipped her head towards Denvar. "Sure." Dareen's posture relaxed. Hopefully Faeril or someone could come up with something. Dareen didn't get up from her seat, content to just sit down and think for a little bit. After a moment she extended a hand and summoned her sketch book, opened to a fresh page and thought about what to draw. She decided to draw the mouth of the cave Saetan had taken shelter in.
I like writing her too much for her to only be used in like, 3 posts.

@Kino End Sweet, good to hear, will do! Will probably get a post up tomorrow since it's past midnight here.
I expressed interest a while ago. Here is my character, sorry I'm late. Let me know if there's anything I should change or add.


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