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Hmm less about the characters I use to RP (I like making someone new-n-different each time) but I've got a whole cast of character who I keep around for no other reason than to fill sketchbooks with random tidbits. Initially, of course, I thought they would go to good use, but their stories are too bizarre to print since I started telling them in high-school and their lives took right-angle turns whenever mine did. But yeah, I even know everything about them, from what kind of swimsuit they own to what they did to get kicked out of university. :P
Of course the moment I have an essay to write the rp starts picking up speed. Oh well~~it made for quite a read so if you notice anything I screwed up, lemme know! I'm sorry to see Levi go, but excited to see the new characters. :)
Mattis
Alexis, the Landlord, Marie, Exo
(Akari, Neri)


Mattis blinked as Akari ducked past him, registering her brief greeting only long enough to raise a hand in bemused response.

" . . . pool on the roof, if you'd like to go for a swim." He pricked his ears at this, returning his attention to the new arrivals and his boss. "I'm sure our lifeguard, Mr. Mattis, wouldn't mind the company... Until we meet again, Miss Anderson." Noting the name and its owner, a woman not much shorter than himself, he strained to hear what the Landlord said to the striking blond stranger but found that unless he was willing to leave his hiding spot, he would have to content himself with some guesswork. Yada-yada something-boring Welcome to Primrose . . .

Show off, Mattis thought, only half as venomously as usual as the Landlord vanished. He was distracted by Miss Anderson. Wandering into the lobby, she stopped short at Marie with her tray of cookies. Just the thought of the maid's baking goods made the lifeguard's bowels writhe. Sure they seemed nice, and that was the problem--that and Marie herself. It was impossible to say 'no' to someone so good-natured.

"Excuse me, miss, I have just arrived, and would like to know if there is a map of this building? Or at least the direction of any important rooms on this floor." Not the roof though, or the pool, he noted, half-relieved, half-disappointed. At which point an enormous blue dog came skidding to a halt before the maid. Mattis grinned: it was safe to come out now--the Inugami would happily dispose of all Marie's dastardly creations, saving the rest of them from a fate only slightly preferable to death.

"Hello Marie, hey Exo--" he slipped a cookie off the tray, grinning at the maid. "Who could say no to a face like that, huh Marie?" He flipped the treat to the dog-formed bodyguard with a wink. "--and you must be Miss Andrew? I'm sorry, I just overheard the boss saying so. I'm Mattis of the Pool, pool-boy and lifeguard. You can just call me Mattis though," he added generously, offering a hand to shake. "Nice to meet you!"
For a moment, the subject lay unresponsive, head lolled forward. Not so much as a twitch in reply. Iesha's smile melted away and her heart stuttered a little. If this subject had also sustained damage--

"I'm fine."

The two words fell from his mouth, sharp and meaningless. But relief flooded through Iesha's veins anyway, as sweet and intoxicating as champagne. If nothing else the subject could register, understand and respond to speech. And considering everything they'd done to him, that was quite an impressive success. Her mind flickered briefly to those still bodies, moved only by their useless breaths. Brain-dead. Terminated. A shudder shook her before she could suppress the image, jarring her professional facade with a short grimace.

"The light hurt my eyes...so I got a headache, but it's not bad. I feel pretty tired, I guess, and I don't have a clue in hell about where I am, but all things considered..." he meandered, trying, she realized, to make conversation. "Yeah, I'm good."

Nodding, she added desire--social; light-ind. h.a. to her notes. She thought little of the headache, but wasn't about to let even the smallest detail escape her. Iesha slipped the pen primly beneath the clip before organizing another smile. This one came more easily, fueled as it was by a heady cocktail of triumph and relief.

"I'm glad to hear it. I am Dr. Watson." She extended a thickly-gloved hand: a simple test of coordination to start with, in the form of nothing more arduous than a handshake. After that, they could work their way up through the various functions, test his muscles, his reflexes--Iesha stopped herself. One thing at a time. Breathe. Smile. Focus on the subject. Act Natural. "Nice to meet you, Domenico."
DR WATSON, EXPERIMENT #666 IS NOT READY FOR INTERACTION, PLEASE REPORT TO WARD #246 TO CHECK ON EXPERIMENT #246

Iesha winced, clutching clumsily at the earpiece through two-plus layers of rubber. Since she couldn't figure out the volume control, she resigned herself to the migraine-provoking noise-level. Sighing, she quickly checked #666's breathing again before following orders, a scowl twisting the corners of her mouth. It irked her to leave a subject in unknown condition, especially one who had just experienced a seizure. A quick glance at the camera reminded her that someone, at least, would monitor #666 until she could return to finish her work.

Fast-paced footsteps filling the empty hall, Iesha hurried to her second subject, #246, one Domenico Silva: ADHD, probable-sociopathy, probable-Borderline Personality Disorder and the associated criminal record. She hesitated in front of his door. All of which should no longer persist. Even so . . .

Before she could consider this line of reasoning any further, she opened the door and stepped inside. #246 lay calmly on his cot, more or less exactly as they had positioned him. The thin scree of black hair over his skull added a hint of fragility to his docile demeanor. The IV still securely attached. Turning the page in her clipboard, she scrawled a few notes to this effect before returning her attention to the subject.

"Domenico Silva," she announced, closing the door behind her with a final click. "How are you feeling?"

Though her tone suggested sympathy, her face, protected by a thick pane of plexiglass, remained sharply attentive, her brown-black eyes moving quickly over the subject. It took her a few seconds to remember to smile, stretching her plump lips thinly over two rows of perfect teeth.
Marie swept through in a whirlwind of matter-of-fact warmth. As Mattis sat blinking, the maid had already exchanged the young woman in his arms for a fluffy white towel and supplied Miss Akari with dry clothes. Standing slowly, Mattis obediently began to pat himself down with the cloth—the only result of which was to soak the towel. He, meanwhile, continued to drip, as per usual.

“Thank you once again, Mr. Mattis. I would surely have struggled without your aid.” Miss Akari announced, having wrung a small flood from her lovely kimono with about as much affect as the towel had had on Mattis. “And thank you, Miss Marie, for assisting me. I should probably change lest these new residents find me in such disarray . . .”

“It wasn’t any trouble, Miss Akari,” he assured her, smiling like the sun nonetheless as he turned to bid her adieu.

“You know, perhaps you should greet the others instead of being by your lonesome all the time. I am sure they’d love to met you.” She hesitated only a moment longer, thumb to her lips, before hurrying to the changing stall.

“You think so?” he murmured wistfully, laying his towel over one of the deck chairs to dry. His smile dimmed to a more private expression, revealing satisfaction, and not a small touch of pride. With an absentminded hand, he twisted his hair up and secured it with the clip he’d left on one of the tables. New residents—yes, he remembered Marie mentioning as much. No doubt they’d travelled far to come to Primrose. And probably a relaxing dip in his rooftop pool would help them relax. But what if everyone forgot to mention Primrose had a rooftop pool? He bit his lip.

Glancing at the clock again, he saw his lunch break had drawn even nearer—and what difference did five minutes make, anyway? There were new residents too, and that didn’t happen every day. Shuffling through his gear, he pulled out a sun-bleached t-shirt with the neat, Primrose logo on its breast. It was, after all, something like a special occasion.

With this in mind he exited the rooftop, locking the door behind him and he carefully moved the pin from “Come Swim!” to “Gone to Lunch”. He’d be back soon, he promised, though who exactly he made the promise to he wasn’t at all sure. Free at last, he galloped down the stairs, bare feet leaving conspicuous wet footprints on the polished wood.

“. . . our concierge and other members of staff will gladly cater to you needs.”

Mattis stopped short, frozen just inside the lobby. His eyes flicked from the enigmatic form of the Landlord, to the unfamiliar young woman and back again. He should have known the Landlord would be here to greet their new arrivals. Slumping even lower than usual, he tried in vain to make himself small and unnoticeable—at least until his boss had vanished.
tenebrae16 said
Oh don't worry about lil ole 666Also eh, subjects are in different closed off rooms if you misunderstood. It's to avoid subjects killing each other. There will be a common room though where subjects come to interact and scientist interact to watch subjects interacting. It's also one of the few places were scientists can talk freely (supposedly) and experiments can try to talk freely with one another.


Oh! Ok, that makes more sense. Sorry about the confused posts--I'll edit the last one as soon as I get the chance.
Leotamer said
To be fair, my character also can turn into a fish gulp gulp.


To be fair, I'm not totally sure that drowning would kill any of Primrose's residents. The threat is more in revealing Mattis's secret.
Invader Len said
Yeah, I'm gone for a couple of hours and suddenly people are drowning everywhere(apparently). Most confused supervillain ever. Like, do I even need to try, or will everybody destroy themselves first XD

You might make an appearance, for appearances' sake? In fact, you could make an excellent red-herring if this turned Agathe Christie on us. Or, if it takes a Shakespearian twist, you could show up like Fortinbras at the end of Hamlet, shake your head and inherit Primrose. Give up supervillain-ing. Become a landlord. Discover the meaning of True Evil. And so forth. XP
Leotamer said
Something tells me that my character would just find it funny.

Mattis would be upset. He's been trying so hard not to drown anyone!

Dark Angel said
Yeah, I suppose it wouldn't be very good for reputation to find out the person who is supposed to be saving people is actually drowning them.

Yes, it would be bit of a black mark, wouldn't it? A career-changer, even!
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