Name
My name...? It's... It's... That's funny...? What's my name? I... I can't remember... Who am I?
Gender
I think I'm female, no, haha, I must be female. If I was a guy, things would be different. I don't know how I know that... I just... I just know, okay?
Age
Young-ish, maybe. Not quite sure anymore, think I was young, drinking age. What's drinking age? Huh, I can't remember myself. Guess it doesn't matter.
Appearance
Huh, you wanna know what I'm wearing? Just take a look. Short denim skirt, thong, fishnet stockings, wedge-heels, a lacey black bra, and a black spaghetti strap top. Oh, but I have a leather jacket on top. I'm not sure where I got these but... weird, I think I'm starting to remember something?
Height
I don't know, how would you measure height? I'm probably something like... 7 times taller then the talking cat? Who knows, and does it really matter?
Weight
Hm, I look just a bit better than an anorexic, haha, those drugs taking a toll, I bet. Which drugs? Hm.... I think I remember some needles, maybe some white powder. Not sure.
Hair colour
Brown, split ends in it, wonder what I've been doing to let it get so bad. There's faint red-gold streaks in it. I think I dyed it a bit.
Eye colour
I think I had blue-green contacts? But, my natural eye color is blue. Probably.
Skin tone
I think I was white once, I'm more tan than white now, though.
Notable features
I think, there are needle track marks visible on my arms. And weird, where did I pick up these scratches? God, I don't remember any of this, who are you and why are you asking questions? Where am I? And what will it take you to let me go?
Personality
You want to know more about me? That's what it will take?
She laughs.
Fine. I don't care.
She rubs her face with her hands.
It's not like I remember any of this anyways, or that it matters. I think, if I have to boil it down, I just don't give a shit. So what if I'm a bit bony, and my hair isn't shiny like those rich bitches who came from families that cared? So what if I don't spend time in the mirror everyday, and haven't seen myself in a couple of weeks? And... and... you know what, I don't even remember anymore. I think I just... I don't even know. I just... I just don't know, okay? Just, please, leave me alone. You can't? Why...? No, fine, I don't care, just give me a few. A few what? HELL! I told you I just don't know anymore! Do you really have to ask all these questions? You're just a talking cat! And I'm hallucinating!
Back story
Damn it! I told you, I don't remember, and you don't even exist! So why am I still talking to you? If you ask me what little I remember, I... I can't even, no, wait, I think, for a second... Nevermind, I lost it. It doesn't matter. How many more questions are there, two? Three? Okay, I can handle that. Three more questions. You promise? Okay... wait, why do I trust you? You're probably lying to me, aren't you?
She sighs.
Damn it, I'm so tired. Fine, let's just get this over with, and then...
She eyes you suspiciously.
Let me rest.
Fears
She seems to shrink into herself. She folds her arms, and then rubs one arm nervously, like she's feeling cold.
I... I think... I think I don't like men. They scare me. I need them, but they scare me. And don't ask me what I need them for, even I don't know. I just know that they're a necessary evil. I think it had something to do with my childhood, no, probably my whole life. I don't... I don't like crowds, and I don't like people. But I need them too. I hate... I'm scared of... uniforms. I don't know the hows or why of that either, that's just how it is for me. I don't like authority or power over me or lack of control in my life. But there's always going to be all of those things. So... does it really matter how I feel?
She falls silent for a bit, staring down at her toes. Finally, she drops her head into her hands. Her speech is muffled by her hands.
Can we just go to the next question now?
Loves
Loves, huh? I guess freedom, absence from pain, a world where I needed nothing, didn't have to be around people, or uniforms, or authority. Money. Always the money. You can't survive without money, it makes the world go round and lets you skip out of jail if you've got enough for bail. Then, if you think you can manage it, you go on the lam. What else? Food, water, peace, and comfort. What else is there to it? What else do you need?
She throws her hands up in the air in false celebration.
Finally! One last question! Then it's over! I'm done! I'm out!
She stares at you, wide-eyed and confused, then picks up the offered pen. Carefully, slowly, she reads the words on the paper, raises her pen, and seals her fate.
I have read and accept the terms and conditions. Yes [X] No [ ]
