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| 17 Mar 2014 07:59 PM |
[Requesting Data] ...
April 18th, 2016 ||| DMC: Clinic 001, Boston
[Name] Tora Ririgaden [Age] Sixteen
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{~•~} PAST {~•~}
It is January and barely a month before your seventh birthday. The air is brisk and small flakes of white flutter from the sky. The flakes rest on a black tiled roof, giving your new home a powdered appearance. Cardboard boxes are resting on rough boulders. The boxes rock back and forth due to an impromptu game of hide and seek between your younger siblings and the children of the neighborhood.
Your father leans against a black truck, impatiently tapping longer fingers against the chipped paint. An uneasy smile is plastered on his face as he continues a never ending conversation with two strangers. The strangers seem to be a couple. The woman is petite with gentle curls of chocolate and a neatly-styled dress while the man is tall with a mess of platinum curls falling in front of harsh features. Two children, no more than a year older than yourself, occupy themselves by sketching rough drawings into the thin layer of snow.
[{~}] Welcome to 'Project Genesis'! Feel free to respond in any manner or ask questions if you are confused. Remember, you chose to be a Beta. You have not yet gained your abilities and it will not be some over night thing. We need to explore the past first. [{~}] |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:03 PM |
| Go talk to the kids sketching in the snow, get to know them. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:17 PM |
The children are a boy and a girl, presumably twins.
The boy is just a few inches taller than his sister. You can tell that he is clearly uncomfortable and, to escape that, he seems to be concentrating on the rough and repetitive movements of drawing. He is all but oblivious to your existence.
The girl seems more comfortable and looks up at you. She stares pointedly at your nose and offers a slight smile before returning to her drawings. She mumbles a hello. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:18 PM |
| Draw something in the snow. Try and get their attention. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:27 PM |
The boy hisses lightly, pausing in his drawing to push you away. His attempts are feeble and he seems much weaker than you.
The girl refuses to look up, a matching frown forming on her face. "Bad," She mumbled. You are not sure who she was talking to. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:36 PM |
| Ask the girl about the boy, and see why he is grumpy, but stay quiet so he doesn't hear. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:48 PM |
The girl narrowed her eyes, looking at you through thick black lashes. "Kael-"
Her brother crawled away from the two, starting on a new drawing.
She hesitated before making a 'bubble' motion with her hands. "Personal space-"
'Kael' coughed roughly, pointing at the snow in front of him. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 08:50 PM |
I whisper softly to her.
"Personal space? He doesn't like it when people are near him?" |
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| 17 Mar 2014 09:09 PM |
The girl gave you a brief nod and a muttered 'duh.'
Kael coughed dramatically, motioning for his sister. A soft whisper could be heard between each cough. "Imogen ... Mes-Messa-Message." |
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| 17 Mar 2014 09:12 PM |
I talk to the girl, still quiet.
"Oh, I think your brother wants you." |
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| 17 Mar 2014 09:37 PM |
Imogen pressed her hand into the snow, scraping away the powder to form a handprint. She nodded. "I know-"
Kael gave an tired sigh and drummed his fingers against the ground. Another dramatic cough escaped, hiding another message. "Imog-"
Imogen stood up quickly, rocking on the balls of her feet. She rested her hand against your head, using you as a balance. "S-sorry," she mumbled as she walked over to Kael.
A message was written into the snow. Imogen cleared her throat before quietly reading. "Personal space-" She squinted, attempting to read the rough handwriting. "Personal space- It is rude to invade it." |
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| 17 Mar 2014 09:45 PM |
| I nod, I understand what it's like to have people be up close and personal, I give her a little smirk and walk away. |
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| 17 Mar 2014 10:03 PM |
| (I have to go to bed, I'll be back tomorrow.) |
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| 18 Mar 2014 01:52 PM |
You are called over by your father and, in a quiet yet quick tone, he informs you that the couple are his bosses. He rests his hand on your head and gave a small smile. "My eldest son, Tora-" The smile left his face. "Meet Macaire and Teagan D'Ary."
The man does not seem pleased at your existence but gives you a nice smile. His tone is patronizing as he informs you that it is nice to meet you. His wife stays silent. |
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| 18 Mar 2014 03:07 PM |
| "Hi, pleased to meet you!" I say cheerfully, as I give them both a handshake, |
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| 18 Mar 2014 04:02 PM |
| THEN I REALISE THEY ARE POTATOES AND I SUICIDE |
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| 18 Mar 2014 09:17 PM |
The man gives you a brief nod and motions you away. His wife gives a small smile. "We need to talk to your father about his job, why don't you play with the other children?"
(Sorry- I fell asleep ._.) |
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| 20 Mar 2014 08:14 PM |
| "Okay." I said, I walk away and look for some children. |
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