username: mareep
name: Veronica Nurse
gender: Female
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Veronica snarled at the Prospect enforcers, slightly thrashing around when a blindfold wrapped around her head; cutting off her vision. She struggled against her cuffs as the enforcers pulled her along mercilessly, not caring if she tripped. How could her father do this to her, his blood daughter? She only told one small private information, trusting that her father kept it a secret, but no. Of course, thirsty for money, he sold it to an enemy, surprisingly.
After finding this out through being pulled out of her office, she was enraged. She worked hard for decades to get into Prospect as their nurse, worked hard to get along with her peers enough to get called Nurse Nurse lovingly and jokingly, worked hard to be the preferred nurse among the patients. Only one tiny mistake is enough to ruin that reputation, all of friends she had gained during her time here didn't step forward to protect her name, patients whispered among themselves about her in a negative tone. Her late mother was right; Prospect is corrupt down to the core, it was publicly corrupt centuries ago; but it doesn't mean it stopped being corrupt.
"Who would have thought daughter of a nasty businessman would turn against us, right?" Veronica heard one of the employee whisper to other with a snicker. She'd managed to stop them from laughing at her by snarling briefly, but it seemed to make them laugh louder. What a bunch of corrupt lowlifes, faking to kiss her rear in hopes of getting on good terms with her father. It only became obvious to her today.
It was so, so awful that cases like these; they're not open for discussion. Once you snitch on Prospect, you're going to Silvmor and that's final. Her rank won't even be taken into consideration, who cares if she's one of the best nurses whom saved much more lives at quicker rate, who cares if she's the nurse that saved their loved commander; Jackson Morrison from dying on the battlefield. Her discovery of better medical methods be damned.
Veronica felt wetness on her body, finding the rain not helping her feel better like she had hoped. The mask being placed over her snout made her even more miserable as she felt herself slip away into the slumber. Stupid Prospect and their paranoid assumption that criminals could track the ride to Silvmor just by feeling if not seeing. They said Noire did just exactly that, but she had knew the woman personally; she was intelligent, too intelligent for her own good which aided her in her multiple escape from Silvmor.
The prisoner jolted awake at an electric shock to her back, a look back showed her gates being closed. Here she is. In Silvmor for long as she lived. Great. She pushed herself up, pulling her cape tighter around herself as she began her walk. She doesn't know what she's looking for yet, or where she wanted to be. Silvmor is a gigantic plot of land that's also used as a junkyard, it's also an endless war, ones looking for a way to release their anger, to steal something good, or purely for fun.
wip wip eeeeeeeeee
