by Speak » Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:02 am
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ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ ｍｅ ｉｆ ｉ
ｎｅｅｄｅｄ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ
ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｍｅ ｄｏｗｎ ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｍｙ ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ ａｎｄ
ｓａｖｅ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ
ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｉ ｉｆ ｉ
ｎｅｅｄｅｄ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ
ｔｏ ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ ｍｅ ｉｆ ｉ ｎｅｅｄｅｄ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｐｕｓｈ ｍｅ
ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ
ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｍｙ
ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ ａｎｄ
ｓａｖｅ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ
ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｉ ｄｒｏｗｎ❞
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ＡＮＧＥＬＡ ＣＨＲＩＳＴＩＮＥ ＪＡＣＯＢＳ——I am Experiment…uh sorry I’m not an experiment, just a regular girl with two brothers and one sister, my parents work from home and they’re really busy so they don’t go to parent teacher meetings or school activities. My name is Angela Christine Jacobs I'm seventeen and I'm an alien-human hybrid. I grew up in a lab, a small ten by ten room with only one door and no windows, thanks to my family I'm out now and living in the small town of West-borne. I chose my first name because of my love of the ideas of angels but I knew that outright naming myself 'angel' would be too attention drawing so I looked at variations online, my middle name was discovered through extensive research on yet another baby name site, yeah so creative right? I don't really know who my 'birth mother' was or even which of my parents were the alien and which wasn't, in truth I hope that my alien parent is dead after all their life would've been like mine was and that's no way to live.❁
——My partial alien DNA shows through with my looks but thanks to modern technologies I'm blending in just a bit more than I would with my original dark eyes and literal white hair. Even if I can't really do anything about my too pale skin I do use a light foundation and blush to keep color in my skin. My body type is slim and I'm one or two inches short of 5', I think it's more to do with my alien DNA than what I put into my body, my bones are incredibly delicate and have a low density which makes them easy to break I've actually had a few broken bones in the past, mostly fingers though. My face is an oval-ish slim shape with a slim small nose and a full mouth because my usual eye color is too noticeable and strange so I use light blue coloured contacts that make my eyes a murky oceanic blue color, but not the calm ocean no more like the raging ocean storm blue. My hair has been dyed a dark almost black color, sometimes I'll forget to put in the root touch up stuff and have grey roots but that's what 'families' for right? Reminding you of things that you've forgotten. I usually leave my hair to hang down to just about the middle of my back or I braid it down my back. I never ever do updo's though because of my 'tag', yes on the back of my neck is my PhiCorp tag which reads PC-104, as in 'PhiCorp Experiment 104'. Just to be sure that no one sees my tag I usually place a neutral coloured square bandage over it.❁
——My personality is almost split. No I don't have a mental disorder or anything like that, it's just like my alien and human sides deal with different things. For example my alien part seems to deal more with logic and reason than emotions, at school I mostly listen to the logical half of my brain so that I can concentrate on blending in with the wall rather than getting so angry that lockers start flying open. I usually try to give off a vibe that says 'don't talk to me' and most people either listen or just don't try in the beginning. After a few years of projecting this invisible aura it almost comes naturally to her, even establishing a normal routine had become well, routine. I tend to observe others closely, call it paranoia but I can never trust anyone with anything so I watch them to make sure that they're not from PhiCorp. I've also gotten into the habit of over thinking everything I say and do, because if I attract any kind of attention then I could ruin it for everyone and that, I just couldn't live with. If I'm forced to interact with others then I usually keep my sentences short and my tone business like, I'll steer clear of metaphors just in case I mess one up and I'll anyalize what you've said or asked before responding. If and when I let my guard down I begin to regain some of the emotion that is usually void in my voice, my sense of humour is still a little off but I am working on that. When I'm angry I tend to lose control of my powers a bit, I can manage to redirect sometimes but others...well it's not good. Thankfully nothing has been taped or put in the news as anything more than electrical problems but that doesn't mean it's a good thing. One of the things that triggers my anger and powers is the powerful taking advantage and abusing the weak, I think it sprouts from when I was being held by PhiCorp so I know what it feels like to be 'bullied' as it were. I also have strong opinions about right and wrong which, if anyone ever got that close to me, I would defend with everything I have. I'm interested in Sci-fi pretty much everything but, I'm always disappointed because almost every alien that doesn't resemble a human is ugly or scary, why does it have to be like that? I also love reading and reading between classes and during lunch gives me an excuse not to talk to anyone or ignore you.❁
——For thirteen years all I'd ever known was a small white room with a cot in one corner, a toilet in the other and a small observation room just above, monitoring my every move and heart beat. The scientist would come around everyday to give me a new lesson or test from redirecting M&M's to fall into specific cups to lifting things up without touching them, these weren't hard for me to do it was almost like breathing the way I could control my power. Then one day they brought in a small white mouse, he had his own cage and a small wheel to run around in, he was cute. Then they told me to kill him, not just kill him but stop his heart from across the room, I couldn’t though, just couldn’t so I said no. Big mistake, the next day my cot had been taken and still when I refused to kill the mouse they turned out the light and stopped giving both me and the mouse food. It went on for a long time and eventually I killed the mouse, he was suffering too much…I cried over his small body even as they turned on the lights. After that I knew that I had to escape, I couldn't keep doing this because I knew that sooner or later I would have to start killing humans that much was obvious. So finally I broke out with three other experiments and we settled into a house on the edge of the small town of West-borne where we've lived for four years. My first years of school were dificult, not the learning because I knew everything and even way beyond it all but I couldn't tell anyone that. No what I had trouble was the teenagers and blending in. Over the years I've learned and adapted now people don't even look at me in the halls.
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❝ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｍｅａｎｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａｎｇｒｙ ｙｏｕ
ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｆａｋｅ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ
ｂｅ ｗｅａｋ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｓｅｎｓｅｌｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ❞
➲ＢＲＹＡＮ ＬＯＣＫＷＯＯＤ
{{Good morning…afternoon?..uh-well, good-whatever-time-of-day-it-is. My name’s Lockwood, Bryan Lockwood -hope you caught my James bond reference- hahaha…anyways…I got my name from my dad, after my mom gave birth she got really sick…actually she ended up dying but I don’t want to scare you off by telling you all the scary stuff first, we’ll end with all that…sound good to you? So I was born on december seventeenth, nineteen-ninety-five -and for those who have no idea what that means; december 17, 1994- in a local hospital, my dad was waiting ,more like pacing, in the waiting room. When I was brought out they also had to tell my dad that my mother was sick. Her liver was failing along with many other organs, my dad sat with my mom and me all night, by morning she was gone. Dang, I didn’t mean to tell you that just yet! Ok back to the basic stuff, My name’s Bryan, I’m eighteen years old and I’m a guy…what?! You didn’t figure that out?!?!
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{{huh-you couldn’t ask someone else to write this part? Do you know how hard it is for me to try and describe myself? Ok, ok I’ll try because it’s you. First off my skin is pale, like any other caucasian, I don’t really like it though. I wish I was born looking different, so it’d be easier to stick out in a crowd and be apart from the norm. Sadly though it was not to be, so I have the skin of practically anyone here, I blend in with that kind of crowd; so why even try to be different you ask? Well I’ll tell you why, I don’t want to be part of the crowd, for once I want to stand out and be something other than person number-whatever. You know what I mean? Well if you don’t…whatever I don’t need your approval. Ahem-ok back to my looks, I have brown -somewhat messy- hair, a little longer it can sometimes flop into my eyes…like a mop. Yeah that’s a really weird description right? But it’s true… my eyes are also brown but a darker shade than my hair. So, all in all my color scheme is dark brown, light brown and pale. I stand at about 6’1” meaning of course I feel like a friggn’ giant! I’m lanky with a bit of muscle that makes me look rather intimidating…I’m not though. Trust me if you ever meet me…I’m not.
So now we’re on to unnatural stuff are we? Like tattoos and piercings, shockingly I might be one of the only people in the world who doesn’t have one -note the sarcasm- and it’s not because I think it’d be too painful, it’s just cause I don’t want them. Yes I want to stand out but I won’t accomplish that by marking my skin with a design that will loose it’s meaning -and shape- in thirty years.
➲ＷＲＩＴＴＥＮ ＤＯＷＮ{{Ok so here we are with my personality, I think we should start out with all my wonderful amazing qualities and then go down into my...not so good qualities. So -ahem- to begin I am very smart. I study hard and have a good work ethic, I sometimes like to flaunt my knowledge by using big words and random facts that I remeber -useless unless I want to be random- like the difference between Scottish and Irish dancing and how that relates to thier individual rebellions against the English. I guess that this kind of acting will keep people away from me, I'm not much when it comes to talking to others..hence my tendency to spout useless facts about anything and everything that probably has nothing to do with the conversation at hand. In truth I would rather spend a day lost in the library than having to converse with someone I don't even know for...an extended period of time. Some days are better than others though so, I can be friendly...if I try really really hard but yeah, most of the time I'm surrounded by books and my solitude, I suppose that my dad would be the only exception. Continuing on with my good traits, I'm very...well, for lack of a better word, helpful. If you can't open a door cause you have something in your hands I'll be happy to open the door. I guess you could call me a gentlemen. I like being nice to people, it fills the gap left by lack of contact, I help you and if you say thank-you I'll be great full to you; because you recognized me and you knew I was there. I don't know if there's anything else, but I guess you'll figure some stuff out when you -try to- talk to me.
Ah, here we are, bad traits. Well if you haven't noticed I have a horrible sense of humor, while I don't make jokes at other people's expense I'm just a really bad joke teller. Like "Why did the-hmm, wait I think I got it...why did the chicken cross the road?" Why are you looking at me?! I haven't got a clue what the punch line is....see? I'm really bad at it, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I also have a crippling shyness that prevents me from speaking in front of others. And yes guys can be shy too and I'm proud to admit I'm one of them, people think we -guys- have to be tough and strong but remember that we're human too. I'm unwilling to change my routine once I have one, its not like I'll start screaming if I can't sit in my chair in the morning while having a bowl of cereal but -let's say- if someone doesn't let me get somewhere on time I start to get a little...nervous. Ok. More like a jumble of nerves but you know, it just kind of freaks me out... So that's all for me! By folks see you next week at this same time.
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Speak on Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:03 pm, edited 2 times in total.
