Mirandae

OBLIVION

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Hanna's demeanor took a slight turn from the typical, high-octane energy fest to something less hectic. The initial rush of all the impressions and roller coaster inside of herself had made it past the first, massive drop. Anni was obviously and disproportionally moved by CJ's presence. Even if Hanna had watered the grapevine more than once back at Ritman, she was not the fucking gardener. Every little needle-pricking thing that people did to each other was just impossible to be aware of at all times. Perhaps it did not matter, though, as it was not exactly rocket science. Hanna slowly reached a hand over toward Anni, tapping gently at the table in front of her to hopefully snap the girl out of her rut. Hanna had no idea how Anni was with physical touch, so this little gesture was the best alternative. “Hey-hey-hey, it's okay. We're here now, and it's not going to be like back at Ritman where nobody gives a shit. I'm here, I give a shit. Ivy is also here, and she certainly gives a shit. Speaking of, Ivy and I are going for a bit of shopping in Portland after this -- you should totally come with us if you want. Okay? So, just let it go, this thing. CJ will come around, eventually, and it'll be alright. And if it gets nasty, I'll go berserk on her ass, alright?” Hanna said in a moderate tone, lowering her voice as Jack approached the table. "Wow, I either made it 100 times worse or better for her. I really hope it's the latter," her mind lingered before turning attention to Jack. “You're very welcome, JD.” Hanna refired with a glistening smile. “You seem to be yourself, still. I mean, we haven't been gone all that long from this place, right? Fuck, I can barely remember graduation day -- what did we do? There was a ceremony, something-something, and then it's just BLANK,” Hanna chuckled while sweeping a plam before her face as she said 'blank'. “You look great, by the way. I wish I'd gone for something more appropriate for, well, whatever tonight turns out to be.” Hanna contemplated and quickly eyed herself from the neck down where she sat. The white top, sort of casual yet still made by some obscure NYC designer, certainly accentuated her tits and made her show a lot of skin, but it did not do much else in terms of comfort. And, the ultra-tight denim jeans glued to her legs almost made her a cripple. “Oh, here we go,” Hanna interrupted herself as Ivy took to making a proper toast for the dysfunctional team at hand. Hanna let out a modest cheering pop from her ever-so-powerful lungs, cutting into the sound bed of the place yet again, and then took another sip of her Screwdriver. “Fuck yeah, babe. Not good, but the BEST -- that's what you are. So, what do we do now, captain? We were supposed to do something, right? I forget, like I forget everything,” Hanna chuckled and forced herself to shut up, taking another sip. The alcohol was really starting to set in -- that warm, fuzzy feeling starting to spread. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up -- holy shit," she thought. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO drive by p. johnson's ▸ ? interacting with: Ivy/@Salsa Verde Anni/@Kuro JD/@nodogs ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

OBLIVION

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"Are you sure you can pay for all these people, miss?" The bartender fixing Hanna's drink asked as he presented it to her. He was most likely referring to CJ being a loose cannon, or Anni, or whoever starting to take advantage. “Yes, it's really no problem. Just start a tab on me -- Hanna Whittle.” She said and took a sip of the drink. It was a deliciously sweet taste of orange with just a hint of vodka. The bartender sort of froze in place for a second, taking a closer look at Hanna, as if she had turned to stone or become some hideous monster. “What's the matter?” She inquired, a bit stunned, worried that something was wrong with her credit card or, god forbid, that her makeup had been messed up by something. "HannaBanana?" The bartender smirked. It took the girl a second to realize what he was asking. She thought the guy offered to put bananas in the drink, or something. “Right, yeah.” She chuckled. "I thought that was you. I watch some of your streams, entertaining stuff." The bartender said while putting down Hanna's info for the tab. “Oh, thank you, that's so sweet of you to say.” Hanna smiled and took another sip. "First drink's on me," the bartender winked at the girl, and then moved his attention to other customers. It was always quite something to randomly meet people that watched Hanna's streams or knew what she did for a living. Of course, it happened a lot more in NYC, which meant that anywhere else in the country naturally made a bigger impact. "Oh boy, look at me gushing over this random man in Delton," she thought to herself. Hanna's eyes lingered on the bartender for a few more seconds before interrupting herself. “Easy on the breadsticks, Lucas. You're gonna feel like shit later if you stuff yourself with those,” she chuckled as she said it. The line reminded her of that one relative in Home Alone that said 'Fuller, go easy on the Pepsi', or the kid would wet the bed. Not that Hanna thought Lucas was a child, but it was a funny coincidence to her nonetheless. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was that those things always fuck me up whenever I have them. So, it's just amazing to me how anyone can eat them.” Her gibberish fired up again, mostly out of fear that she had said something insensitive, perhaps. “Anyway, perhaps you heard, just now, that I'll pay for everything here, so get something more, alright? Who the fuck knows what will happen while we're here, so we might as well let loose a little bit.” Hanna said to Lucas, holding on to that smile and friendly demeanor, while Ivory called CJ and Jack over to join the fun. "Holy shit, BANANA, you're fucking things up," her mind wandered along with the moderate chaos going on. Hanna politely indicated to Lucas to excuse her while she nearly shouted across the bar to CJ, Jack, and all the lost souls wandering around: “Come on guys, get over here.” And then she did the thing with the hands that Scorpion from Mortal Combat does. “Get over here!” She said again, trying to put on a darker voice as well, with a stupid grin on her face. Her gaze sailed between those at the table, chucking to herself without end, nearly running out of air. Hanna would certainly appear drunk to any bypassing stranger, but she had barely had two sips of her drink so far. It was all just her way of being nervous, on edge, and slightly uncomfortable, as anyone would be at a High School reunion. She looked at Anni again while taking a third taste of her drink. “You okay there, Anni?” Hanna asked with a more mellow tone in regard to the comment the gal threw at CJ, just a few moments ago. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO drive by p. johnson's ▸ ? interacting with: Lucas/@Mao Mao Anni/@Kuro ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

OBLIVION

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Hanna tilted her head slightly at Anni's initial response. Although, Hanna kept the warm, inviting smile in an attempt to use Jedi mind tricks on the gal -- and it worked! Anni seemed reluctant in her surrender, going against all of her instincts, but it was impressive that she even considered it to begin with. Hanna momentarily raised both of her eyebrows at the comment about being the neighborhood chatterbox, although in good spirits. “How could you tell?” she chuckled. Anni's flippant attitude suited her much better now, especially with that new look. Hanna let her eyes throw a quick glance at the girl from head to toe -- it was pulled off surprisingly well. Ivory seemed to be a little bit off her game. She sounded more like a politician trying to convince an uninterested voter than an old classmate. However, this was Ivy's strength back then. She really had that high-society, high-effort thing down to a tee. “Will you relax, babe? We're not trying to sway voters here,” Hanna said with a rapid pace and at a reduced tone, meant only for Ivy, even if Anni would clearly be able to hear it. “You do look amazing, Anni. I just love what you've done with your hair. It really suits you, and the look you're going for here. Absolutely stellar --” Hanna fired up while starting to rumble through her handbag for her wallet. “Bartender!” She nearly shouted, busting herself as it happened, quickly covering her mouth to shut herself up. “Bartender,” Hanna began again after the man's attention had arrived: “Could I have a good old Screwdriver, please, and I'd also like to pay for everyone here,” she said and discretely indicated Ivy, Anni, and Lucas. “And I don't want to hear anything from you--” Hanna stared at Ivy for a split second. If it was not clear that it was about the money, then she would have to spill it out in plain English later. “Or anyone else for that matter,” she said and returned eye contact with the bartender. “And that's that. We're going to have a good fucking time tonight,” Hanna promptly concluded and handed the Bartender her credit card. “I have no idea why everyone gushes over Hasanabi so much, he's not that fucking hot,” Hanna followed up her order with her famous 720-spin turnaround in topics of discussion. CJ introduced herself to the modest gathering in an ever so casual way, as one would expect. Hanna's smile crept back onto her lips after the momentary bewilderment concerning a political meme streamer, of all things. “Drinks on me CJ, so help yourself to whatever you want,” Hanna said and indicated to the bartender to include CJ in Hanna's tab. “I'm not trying to suck anyone's dick here, but I don't e-whore for nothing, so we might as well put that simp money to good use.” Hanna had been quite unfiltered in her speech during High School, but her adventures online ever since had certainly loosened up her language use by some margin, to say the least. There was such a thing as talking too much even in Hanna's mind. It was without doubt a nervous defensive mechanism. She was no stranger to being social, but that did not mean that Hanna was completely immune to its various intricacies and conundrums. However, she figured that staying loose and not making a huge thing out of not having seen each other for some time was the best way to go about this reunion. Hanna finally shut her mouth for a second while watching the bartender get her drink ready. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO drive by p. johnson's ▸ ? interacting with: Ivory/@Salsa Verde Anni/@Kuro CJ/@TGM ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

OBLIVION

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The familiar scent of her old friend filled Hanna with long-lost joy and a sense of purpose. They were quite the team back in the day, accomplishing things of all calibers with great effect. As they released from the embrace, Hanna had to shoot her gaze towards the ceiling in order to slow down the waterworks, pushing gently below her eyes to manage and prevent a mess. She was slightly emotionally eccentric these days, and nostalgia was like sprinkling water on cooking oil in a hot pan in this case. "Not this, holy fuck," her thoughts muttered before the chatterbox spun right up. “Oh my Christ, I don't even know where to start. So much has happened since last time. By the way, I'm so sorry that I haven't contacted you, babe -- but there's literally been some fucked up shit distracting me all the time, and this Streaming thing is so time-consuming. Do you use Twitch at all or watch streamers? You totally should. I'll make you a supermod VIP in my Chat right away. Anyway, fuck, I love your hair--” Hanna managed to interrupt herself for a split second, gently feeling the soft texture of the tips of Ivy's hair. “I brought all kinds of stuff for you. I have this deal with a company and their product line through the, well, Instagram stuff, I don't know if you've seen that -- anyway, that's not important. So, I brought some of the stuff that I get for free, anyway, for promoting it, right -- there's foundation, mascara, all sorts of shit for your nails, absolutely amazing conditioner, you'll love it. It's all back at the hotel in Portland, but we'll take care of it after this thing, alright? You can't say no, because I ain't leaving until you come get it -- it'll be great, we can do a little shopping as well, on me.” Hanna's mouth ran at full throttle. It was clearly, without any shred of doubt or misconception, a sign of being extremely excited and elevated. "Right back to Ritman days, huh? I thought I had changed at least a little bit. I guess this is what reunions do. They slap you right in the face and tell you that you accomplished nothing," Hanna's mind wandered in the middle of her babbling. “Wait -- is that Anni Simcox and Lucas Watson right over there?” Hanna half-whispered as she interrupted her megaphone of a mouth, abruptly enough to be somewhat noticeable against the sound bed of music in the background. Hanna waited a brief moment for Ivy to glance at them or in some way confirm it. “It is, right?” She added before throwing gasoline on her fiery loud voice again: “Anni, Lucas -- is that you? Hey! What the Hell, you guys don't say 'hello' or anything? Come and sit here with us, damn it.” Hanna waved at the two, just a few feet away, bright smiles all around to appear as inviting as possible to both of them. Reunions were probably worse than the first day of High School in terms of awkwardness and every other pain in the book. Although, luckily, they had Hanna Whittle there -- the biggest fucking Ice Breaker on this side of the planet. "Don't fuck this up, Banana. You only have 1 shot with these guys this time," she thought. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION

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Hanna had stayed at a hotel in Portland. She had wanted to go back home and visit her parents, but at the same time, there was the issue of her semi-public life and privacy. Although, she had promised her parents that she would visit, at some point, before going back to NYC. Hanna intended to keep up with her Steaming schedule, regardless of this little trip back home. She had made a sort of event out of it, another IRL stream, but different from the usual ones. The typical endeavor was to see and visit touristy locations and activities in and around NYC. These kinds of streams typically attracted more viewers than Hanna's gaming session. She figured it was because the people she knew on the influencer/fashion side of her professional life were able to tune in as well, having some kind of common ground to enjoy. However, the majority of her viewers were still the loyal army of simps and autists. She took an Uber to Delton. The driver seemed unfamiliar with the small town in the middle of some crossroads, but Hanna assured him that it was quite easy to find and that any mishaps were quite alright. Hanna spent that time during the drive to get the Chat up to speed regarding all things Ritman High. It was as though pages from some excessive history tome spilled out of her mouth, as she kept yapping away without much pause. Eventually, the driver sort of chuckled at some of the more amusing points, which Hanna picked up on and included them in the 'conversation'. They killed time quite effectively, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the outskirts of Delton. Hanna had, at that point, finally reached the event at hand in her endless prattle. “So, Ivy is going to be there -- obviously. Let me tell you, Chat: I fucking love this bitch like you wouldn't believe. She's like a superhuman or some shit. Ivy, essentially, ran the whole school and took care of everything. I'm pretty sure there's an alien in there, in her body, or something. Anyway, so, I'm kinda excited to see my sistha from anotha mistha again. And then, there's JD. I didn't quite expect her to RSVP to this thing. That kind of surprised me, but in a good way -- don't get me wrong.” The girl could barely take a quick sip of air before continuing her babbling. “This is all super cute and everything, but I can't say that I spoke with JD a whole lot. Although, I mean, you know me, Chat, I fucking talk non-stop, so me saying that I didn't talk with someone a lot should be a normal amount of talking to any other human being. We did get together at a few parties here and there, but that was about it. Anyway, JD is sweet, very laid back -- perhaps too much.” She chuckled while removing her seatbelt, thanking the driver, and stepping out of the car. A short walk to P.J's allowed Hanna to go on a bit more. “Now, the others that are apparently coming to this thing are an interesting bunch. I don't think I have a whole lot in common with them, but, I mean, that's never stopped me before, so why would it now?” She smiled and looked into the camera of her phone, and then shifted her attention to the Chat, which flowed with the usual kind of comments and emote spam. There were about three thousand viewers watching Hanna's stream at the moment. “Now, one of these others is CJ. I spoke with her as I speak to literally anyone, but at least she, I don't know, somewhat heard what I said and reacted to it. But, I mean, I liked talking to everyone back then, even if it was like talking to a wall sometimes. So, maybe she's changed now, but I didn't have anything against her back then. On the other hand, I think Anni didn't quite just let me slide as the others did. I don't think she hated me or anything, but I could tell that I didn't come off as a 100% to her, for whatever reason, I still have no clue.” The girl chatted away without much worry for her surroundings, approaching P.J's from some obscure angle because the Uber driver could not quite find his way around Delton. “Lastly, there's Lucas.” Hanna began but sighed slightly before continuing. “I really tried, Chat -- I REALLY did. It seemed like there were so many issues surrounding this boy that wasn't really his fault. There were also these nasty rumors floating around on social media back then, and I tried my best to sort of dispel all that. There was nasty shit, like, he was a you-know-what shooter and everything.” Hanna said but lowered her voice as she mentioned the shooter part, avoiding to put the words 'school' and 'shooter' together so that she would not get in trouble. The Chat started to spam 'MonkaS' with a few 'Pepehands' in there. “Maybe I shouldn't talk about all this stuff, holy shit -- I should learn to shut up, at least sometimes. Oh well, it's out there now.” Hanna said and stopped right outside of P.J's, observing the flow of the Chat, and reading comments. “Anyway, Chat, I'm going to close right here. I'd bring you guys in with me, but I have no idea how the others would react to that, so let's give 'em some privacy, eh? I'll be on again tomorrow.” Hanna said and kissed the air in front of the camera on the phone to the Chat, closing things down. Hanna was a bit distracted by the Stream. Even if she would have noticed Anni standing by the car, or rather just about to step out of it, Hanna might not have recognized her because of the hair and two years' worth of changes. Only brief moments separated the two from an outside encounter. Hanna managed to take a breath or two during the few seconds that she lingered in front of P. Johnson's main entrance. Okay, here we go. Deep breaths, in and out. I hope I don't make an ass out of myself, Hanna thought to herself but interrupted that moment of calm almost right away: “AAHH! Ivy!” A high-pitch screech swiftly escaped Hanna's stupidly wide smile and clenching eyes, lashes almost sticking together, as she stepped inside and felt the air of nostaliga. The girl nearly crashed into Ivory's presence at the bar for one of those hugs that only happens a few times throughout an entire lifetime. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION

@Salsa Verde
Megan has some serious avatar-halo. That's what you're feeling.

OBLIVION

Hanna Whittle

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---- Hanna was the resident chatterbox at Ritman High. She was the kind of person that could have a solo conversation with someone for hours and call it an 'interaction'. However, her mind was not an empty shell, so the chattiness did not originate from being airheaded. There were moments when Hanna wished that she could shut up, but her mouth just kept going. She absolutely did not have any kind of filters. Everything Hanna said simply jumped out of her with total disregard for context or situation. While there was no particular group of people that Hanna gravitated toward, her positive and happy demeanor naturally pulled at interaction with whoever was sad, depressed, and rejected. Hanna was like social glue that kept the less fortunate from drifting away into the void of whatever their issues were. It was almost as though she could sense a broken aura in anyone standing at arm's length in front of her. Being heavily invested in Ritman's social media presence, Hanna made an effort to elevate the people and parts of the school that did not often see the light of day. Hanna was the kind of person that tried to attend all sorts of extracurricular activities that the school offered or put on. She was also huge into the teams and caught the games almost religiously. Hanna would wear the team jersey, buy a bunch of hotdogs, and be the loudest screamer in the crowd. She was also quite into dancing and artsy theater things. Whenever the artsy students put on a play or did an open rehearsal, Hanna would try to be there and watch it, applauding the loudest out of everyone there. Hanna was truly a high-exposure, be-everywhere-at-all-times kind of gal. While Hanna's appearance gave her some manner of carte blanche with the popular crowd, her interest in and allegiance with the freaks landed her in trouble more than once. It was not an awfully common occurrence, or particularly nasty, but a snarky comment here and there did happen. Hanna had an in with the sports guys, because of her worship of the games, which was almost exclusively her safety net in terms of High School politics. Hanna was also deep into the LGBTQ+ crowd at the school, bringing them much attention through social media presence and daily chatting. ---- Shortly after graduating from Ritman, Hanna put all of her effort and time into social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Seeing as Hanna had a natural affinity for talking and being talkative, her interaction with the viewers was quite a hit and made waves online. While there were some fashion and cosmetics sponsors willing to work with Hanna on the influencer side of things, her heart quickly gravitated more toward Streaming and interaction with the infamous Chat. The first six months of Hanna's online persona certainly changed her in real life. While many of her iconic traits from the Ritman days were intact, she had become a lot more sarcastic and outright weird at times. She became the kind of person that would say Chat emotes out loud in public as a reaction to something instead of doing the actual reaction. This was perhaps not a big deal for the online trolls and IRL-rejects, but the kind of people that existed on the influencer side of Hanna's online presence obviously did not understand it. All things considered, though, Hanna did a pretty decent job at keeping up with her physical appearance and attending whatever-important-event in the illustrious NYC fashion scene. Due to how Hanna talks, she often gives the impression of being dumb. She also has a bit of a reputation for being physically clumsy. These two things sort of bond together to create this caricature of a person that does not or should not really exist. However, Hanna is painfully aware of these things, unlike an actual stupid person. Her internal dialog is constantly reflecting on itself as to why something happened or why she said something in a particular way. This is something that rarely, if ever, sees the light of day in terms of words and talking with someone about it. Hanna outwardly seems quirky, perhaps even eccentric at times concerning particular things. She is or has become a bit kinky, too. Hanna's career choices have led her down a less-than-favorable path in a specific sense. The whole influencer and fashion scene or 'consciousness' is some of the most destructive shit she has ever experienced. It is certainly good money, but one must ask if it is really worth it. Unfortunately, the fancy lights and glitter are much akin to any widely spread drug that people cannot stop abusing. It has been difficult for Hanna to say 'no' in many circumstances which only brings obsessive-compulsive narcissists into her life. She has been desperate for a greater excuse, or any kind of excuse, to simply close it all down and get out. Hanna was and still is the kind of person that does not mind doing things alone. This is especially true for the activities that most people see as group activities. For example, Hanna does not have any issues with going to the movies by herself, to a sports game, or even to a house party. Lately, she has been getting into 'IRL' streaming, whereby she visits all sorts of stuff in and around NYC for her viewers to enjoy. Due to her chatty nature, pleasant appearance, and friendly demeanor, Hanna often finds herself making new acquaintances and randomly speaking with people wherever she is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Hanna can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Hanna's challenge is definitely to voice her internal dialog and break the outside perception of her character. Her own interpretation is that 'it is too late to change', and that voicing her thoughts in this manner would be too 'alien' next to how her social persona is. Whenever someone spends alone time with Hanna, some of the internal demeanor might slip through every now and then, but that is the utmost limit to it at this time. I think Hanna already functions as the 'weapon of the rejects' trope, or has done so during Ritman, due to her physical appearance, which always kicks open many doors in society. But, after her adventures as a Streamer and interactions with the Chat, this would either have gone away completely or been blown out of proportion. I am not sure which direction it will go in, but it will be one of the two or one of the two depending on the situation. So, if Hanna was more of a social jack-of-all-trades during Ritman, she has become more niche now. My idea is that the healing power will bring out Hanna's inner dialog and change her into someone she wants to be or feels that she already is. It will not be a 180 turn, all of a sudden, but rather a change of character perception from 'quirky' to 'reliable' -- perhaps, not sure about the wording here. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION

After some discussion on the Discord, I'm changing my entry to this character. The power and all that is the same, though.

Hanna Whittle

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---- Hanna was the resident chatterbox at Ritman High. She was the kind of person that could have a solo conversation with someone for hours and call it an 'interaction'. However, her mind was not an empty shell, so the chattiness did not originate from being airheaded. There were moments when Hanna wished that she could shut up, but her mouth just kept going. She absolutely did not have any kind of filters. Everything Hanna said simply jumped out of her with total disregard for context or situation. While there was no particular group of people that Hanna gravitated toward, her positive and happy demeanor naturally pulled at interaction with whoever was sad, depressed, and rejected. Hanna was like social glue that kept the less fortunate from drifting away into the void of whatever their issues were. It was almost as though she could sense a broken aura in anyone standing at arm's length in front of her. Being heavily invested in Ritman's social media presence, Hanna made an effort to elevate the people and parts of the school that did not often see the light of day. Hanna was the kind of person that tried to attend all sorts of extracurricular activities that the school offered or put on. She was also huge into the teams and caught the games almost religiously. Hanna would wear the team jersey, buy a bunch of hotdogs, and be the loudest screamer in the crowd. She was also quite into dancing and artsy theater things. Whenever the artsy students put on a play or did an open rehearsal, Hanna would try to be there and watch it, applauding the loudest out of everyone there. Hanna was truly a high-exposure, be-everywhere-at-all-times kind of gal. While Hanna's appearance gave her some manner of carte blanche with the popular crowd, her interest in and allegiance with the freaks landed her in trouble more than once. It was not an awfully common occurrence, or particularly nasty, but a snarky comment here and there did happen. Hanna had an in with the sports guys, because of her worship of the games, which was almost exclusively her safety net in terms of High School politics. Hanna was also deep into the LGBTQ+ crowd at the school, bringing them much attention through social media presence and daily chatting. ---- Shortly after graduating from Ritman, Hanna put all of her effort and time into social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Seeing as Hanna had a natural affinity for talking and being talkative, her interaction with the viewers was quite a hit and made waves online. While there were some fashion and cosmetics sponsors willing to work with Hanna on the influencer side of things, her heart quickly gravitated more toward Streaming and interaction with the infamous Chat. The first six months of Hanna's online persona certainly changed her in real life. While many of her iconic traits from the Ritman days were intact, she had become a lot more sarcastic and outright weird at times. She became the kind of person that would say Chat emotes out loud in public as a reaction to something instead of doing the actual reaction. This was perhaps not a big deal for the online trolls and IRL-rejects, but the kind of people that existed on the influencer side of Hanna's online presence obviously did not understand it. All things considered, though, Hanna did a pretty decent job at keeping up with her physical appearance and attending whatever-important-event in the illustrious NYC fashion scene. Due to how Hanna talks, she often gives the impression of being dumb. She also has a bit of a reputation for being physically clumsy. These two things sort of bond together to create this caricature of a person that does not or should not really exist. However, Hanna is painfully aware of these things, unlike an actual stupid person. Her internal dialog is constantly reflecting on itself as to why something happened or why she said something in a particular way. This is something that rarely, if ever, sees the light of day in terms of words and talking with someone about it. Hanna outwardly seems quirky, perhaps even eccentric at times concerning particular things. She is or has become a bit kinky, too. Hanna's career choices have led her down a less-than-favorable path in a specific sense. The whole influencer and fashion scene or 'consciousness' is some of the most destructive shit she has ever experienced. It is certainly good money, but one must ask if it is really worth it. Unfortunately, the fancy lights and glitter are much akin to any widely spread drug that people cannot stop abusing. It has been difficult for Hanna to say 'no' in many circumstances which only brings obsessive-compulsive narcissists into her life. She has been desperate for a greater excuse, or any kind of excuse, to simply close it all down and get out. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Hanna can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Hanna's challenge is definitely to voice her internal dialog and break the outside perception of her character. Her own interpretation is that 'it is too late to change', and that voicing her thoughts in this manner would be too 'alien' next to how her social persona is. Whenever someone spends alone time with Hanna, some of the internal demeanor might slip through every now and then, but that is the utmost limit to it at this time. I think Hanna already functions as the 'weapon of the rejects' trope, or has done so during Ritman, due to her physical appearance, which always kicks open many doors in society. But, after her adventures as a Streamer and interactions with the Chat, this would either have gone away completely or been blown out of proportion. I am not sure which direction it will go in, but it will be one of the two or one of the two depending on the situation. So, if Hanna was more of a social jack-of-all-trades during Ritman, she has become more niche now. My idea is that the healing power will bring out Hanna's inner dialog and change her into someone she wants to be or feels that she already is. It will not be a 180 turn, all of a sudden, but rather a change of character perception from 'quirky' to 'reliable' -- perhaps, not sure about the wording here. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION

@TGM
Dearly departed, yet memories live on. They're kind of samey, though.

OBLIVION

Oh man, the characters are great so far from everyone. I thoroughly enjoyed going through the sheets, and the music. I freshened up my character from the previous iteration, making a few adjustments and rewriting some things. I realize I jumped ship last time, but the lack of posting everywhere (in my own game as well) really got to me. But, I'll give this my all, regardless, again, if we get around to it. I'm okay with being cut, though, to make room for someone else if you get a lot of players.

Edit: not using this character.

Natalie Miller

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---- Natalie was as plastic as they come. The only things that mattered were obsession with appearance, fashion, social status, and trends. Academics and doing good with grades were somewhat outlandish concepts to Natalie, even if she did understand most of what was being taught. She was a core member of the so called Mean Girls or Plastics at Ritman High. Natalie did not care for the titles back then, but she has deeply reflected on how bizarre her behavior was. While the influence of the Plastics over some matters at the school and Delton at large was noticable, they were usually not overtly evil or nasty towards other students and teachers. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had somehow offended the group. The issue was the low threshold for the word 'offended'. Someone could wear the wrong things to school or simply have a pathetic follower count on Instagram to qualify as causing offense. That is where the Plastics set the bar. On a positive note, if there could have been such a thing, Natalie was not the worst of the bunch. There were four other girls in this circle of devils that certainly cursed their own names a lot more with their vile actions. Some of them were quite outspoken and loud. Natalie, on the other hand, was more of the passive aggressive type that simply stared at people or made snarky remarks. However, this behavior only happened when Natalie was around the other Plastics. When she was alone, Natalie conversed with other students in her classes and randoms in the corridors in a completely normal and sometimes even friendly manner. At these moments, she was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopathic Plastics and the regular crowd, even the rejects at times. But, at the end of the day, Natalie was not innocent. Her primary territory of nastiness was online, specifically Instagram. She was known to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media. It was as if she was possessed by a demon whenever her phone mesmerized Natalie with its compelling light. ---- Natalie's behavior somewhat faded after graduating from Ritman. She had a special someone to thank for that, but it was a closely guarded private matter that Natalie did not speak of. However, her attitude and 'the way that she is' has always been there and will remain to some degree. Luckily, there is no contact with the other girls from the Plastics anymore, so there is nothing that can fuel the fire, as it were. Shortly after Ritman, Natalie put all of her effort and time into her social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Eventually, the follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was traded for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Natalie had already experienced back at Ritman. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and modeling world that came creeping ever so closer. Out of the two things, Instagram and Streaming, Natalie certainly preferred the latter and interacting with the viewers. Natalie would not consider herself spiteful, just uninterested. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remorse when taking advantage of people or abusing them has surely made Natalie more humble. However, and on a positive note, the community surrounding her Streaming has definitely brought Natalie down to Earth quite a bit. It has been the only redeemable thing about be a 'public' figure. She has secretly wished for a change in her environment and social circle, though. The people that she naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. But, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Natalie needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to. Time after Ritman made Natalie more verbal and concerned with 'what is right' and how things 'should be'. She is quite well-spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Natalie was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and the presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Natalie can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Natalie is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Natalie has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Natalie. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Natalie has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Natalie herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Natalie cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Natalie's story has a classic redemption arc. The idea is for her state of being to go from Villain to Tragic Hero to Savior. Her power is meant to push her into the last stage of it, as opposed to realizing it herself. This will be her internal struggle, so to speak, and I mean to show this through written character thoughts. I want to move Natalie towards a certain trope that I do not know the name of. It is when someone on the 'bad side' flips and joins the 'good side', and then becomes almost like a weapon for the good side. In this case, it would be Natalie's social history and experience with people like herself and how to deal with them. This does not have to be realized on an impactful scale, but if a tiny moment comes along, then that is enough for this to be a thing. The healing power will force out the last bits of the old Natalie that still lingers. That was the original intention with this kind of benevolent light being forced upon this sinister character. Natalie will have to come to terms with what her powers entails, and that the way she is will only hold her back. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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