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About Char:
Name: Nicodeme Juliette Roux
Nicodeme (Nicodème):
Traditionally masculine name, a variant of the more popular name 'Nocodemus.' Originally derived from the Greek name Νικοδημος (Nikodemos) which means 'victory of the people.' From Grecian words νικη (nike) 'victory' and δημος (demos) 'the people.' Was popularized when it was debuted as the name of a character in the New Testament who helped Joseph of Armiathea entomb Jesus Christ.
Juliette (Juliettè):
Latin-derived, the feminine form of the name 'Julius.' (Julius Ceasar). A character with the name was briefly mentioned in the New Testament. Related to the name of the Roman god, Jupiter. The direct translation of the name means 'youthful,' or 'downy,' in reference to softness. Was popularized most significantly after Shakespeare's infamous play, 'Romeo and Juliete'. Gained negative connotations in regards to the death of the two young lovers. Was also the name in a biblical telling of a beautiful virgin who refused a prominent figure of authority, and for the sake of her own pride was tortured a subsequently executed.
Roux (Roue/row):
French lines, derived from old French 'rous,' or 'red.' Synonymous with blood because of it's color origins, as well as love. Was known to be used as an insult or nickname of someone who was a prominent trouble-maker. Diminutive of 'Rousel,' which is often used to mark someone with red hair, or an otherwise fiery spirit.
Alias: Nico
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-four
Sub Race: Mutant
Weapons: Her powers are her most efficient 'weapon,' though she loathes to use them because of their detrimental effects on her health. When needed - only in extreme cases, and with the right source - she can either completely blind an attacker with light or darkness, or use her power over the shadows to confuse or spook them off. (Wraiths are very useful things). Of course, since she doesn't favor her powers, she also has traditional means of protecting herself. Unlike the builders, she doesn't have enough of a resource for guns, or a guard. What she does have is a total of three shivs; one strapped up on her inner right thigh, another down the small of her back, and another on her wrist. The knives are serrated, cruel, and they do the job. The two on her wrist and on her thigh are considerably smaller than the one on her back, them being a total of just four inches long each, while the one waiting patiently strapped along her spine is eight inches long. (Long enough to gut you if she wanted to.) And if the knives are somehow out of reach and not an option, there's always hand-to-hand. Junklanders (and mutants masquerading as merely Junkies) seem to be, by definition, scrappers. Street-wise. Their survival instinct and their adrenaline gives them enough know-how in the moments they need it to go Mike Tyson on anyone's ass they want. Not to compare Nico to Mike Tyson. She can hardly pack a life-saving (or ending) punch, but she can do enough to allow herself a window of escape. And she's not above fighting and scratching. Fuck with her, she'll kick you in the balls and run.
Power: Darkness/Light Manipulation.
Darkness manipulation is just that, the ability to create and manipulate shadows (darkness), the 'absence' of light. This is done by accessing a deeper spectrum of the mind, what has been referred to by Freud as the shadow, or a person's dark energy. Such a mental outlook is unknowingly present in everyone, and when going through puberty the changes in Nico's hormones opened up parts of her mind and capabilities that already existed, but were now merely brought to attention. The shadows are a type of primordial quasi-sentient darkness. At will, Nico is able to both control and manipulate shadows or darkness. Nico explored her powers briefly, and they advanced quickly with her explorations. She is able to create shadows, even sentient life, in the form of shadows, or 'wraiths.' The true limit of her power is unknown, given that to find out how strong her powers could become, she would have to risk her life span and her physical health.
Whereas it would seemingly make sense that someone with her powers would not be able to use them in strong lightest conditions (because she cannot necessarily create darkness, only manipulate and advance that which already exists), Nico came equipped with a double-edged sword of sorts. Along with her ability to manipulate darkness, she can also manipulate light, seeing as how the two go hand-in-hand. This gives her the ability to control, absorb or expel photons (particles of light). She can generate light, as well as darkness, as long as there is a source of either of them nearby, and can manipulate any natural or non-natural light. (The sun, moonlight, lightbulbs, etc. Any viable light source. For darkness, such power-sources would include shadows, night time or dusk, any non-lit areas). Without an original power-source to draw upon, her powers will not work. She can bend light around her, and through the combination of both her powers, create areas of complete darkness. (With her darkness powers she can only draw on the dimming of light, which is a weaker form of the greater darkness. Shadows combined with her ability to repulse protons can create large areas around her that are filled with darkness, or the complete absence of light). Her control of light is not limited to the visible spectrum.
Her powers also seem to have a limited effect on her personality. Around light, she tends to be much more cheerful, and when it's dark, she tends to become accordingly more threatening and less amiable.
Occupation: Singer/Pianist
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Description:
Hair color/style- Nico's hair is the type of hair that makes people look at you differently. Not because it's crazy colored or cut or anything, if anything, her hair color and style are anticlimactic. No, people pay attention to her hair because it fuckin' wild. Her hair sprout from her head in unruly, ferocious waves, framing her delicate face with a fiercely thick dark mane of curls and half-ringlets. Nico's hair is the same dark brown (dark chocolate) brown that it's been since she was ten years old. She was born with hair the color of corn silk - almost white in it's extreme blonde, but it darkened steadily as she got older. Categorized as simply dark brown, there are various high and low-lights in her hair varying from chestnut, blond, and even reds shot through the strands. Her hair extends to just below her shoulders: any longer than that, and it gets extremely unmanageable. (Well, moreso than it already is). There are a few layers cut into her hair, and she has sparse bangs cut at just around cheekbone-level, that she is perpetually tucking behind her ears, to no avail. When you have untamable ferocious hair, people tend to think that you are just as equally untamable and ferocious. While that may not necessarily be true, Nico likes the appreciative looks that people give her curls.
Eyes- When she was little, all Nico wished for was that she had the bright, cornflower blue eyes that her mother and little sisters have. And because she was the only one harboring an eye-color envy, of course she was the one who got stuck with her father's brown hue. The middle color of her iris is almost the same exact shade as her hair; dark chocolate brown. The edges of her iris are colored in so dark, they might as well be black, and slowly fade inward and become only slightly lighter along the way. Whereas the rest of her is most of the time obnoxiously bright and come-hither, her eyes rarely let any light through, and the majority of the time appear lackluster and dispassionate in their impregnable darkness. As well, it shows easily whenever she is tired or strained, because her eyes develop very attractive (not) light purple bruise-like circles that are most prominent underneath her eyes, but extend over her eyelids as well. Those circles are even more obvious if she has used her powers, as they drain her good and well.
Build- Nico is a skinny girl; almost alarmingly so. The best way to describe her is 'scarecrow.' Her bones are well-defined, collar bones, ribcage, and spine leaving noticeable ripples underneath her skin, and any tight-fitting clothing that she dons. Her hip-bones protrude lightly from underneath the hem of her shirts, and above the waist of her pants, well-defines and extending down into legs that are miles long. The only problem is, Nico is mostly legs. Which would be fine with a girl possessing a little bit of grace, but 'Nicodeme' and 'Graceful' are two things that will never be synonymous. She tends to run around on her legs like a colt - energized and zig-zagging this way and that, tripping up every now and again. Not close to mesmerizing in any way, shape, or form, but certainly amusing in her attempts.
General- Nico cuts a relatively impressive figure at 5'9" tall, save for the fact that if she turns just right, you can see right through her, and her unruly mane of hair. When she was younger, she was skinny in that athletic, built kind of way. She grew up in a small village outside of L.A. where everyone had to help with everything, so her capabilities weren't wasted. After her mutation began to surface, it started sucking her energy away immediately, as for the first few months after she discovered her abilities, she couldn't control them, and they continuously sapped her strength. After that, she wasn't much for any hard physical labor. After entering L.A. her hard-work earned musculature melted away to leave a much more spindly form while she remained unemployed, before gaining more weight after she began making a steady income. Nic has excellent bone structure, and an unexplained fetish for collar bones. She has various tattoos all over her body, most having been done before she entered the new L.A area. She has a few scars, as well, one of the most prominent being just above her left hipbone, a serrated line that wraps around the side of her hip and down her thigh, where she managed at one point to impale herself on apiece of corroded scrap metal. Her hair color is dark brown, nothing special but nothing to scoff at either. She wears her hair long as a vanity, even though it is hard to maintain.
As stated before, Nicodeme has excellent bone structure. Her looks mostly come from her mother, who was what could be described as a classic, simple beauty. Everything about Nico is elongated, and elegant. Her eyes are wide, but heavily-lidded with frivolously long eye-lashes. Her eyebrows are nearly the same color as her hair, just a shade darker, with a certain defiant curve that Nico doesn't hesitate to enhance (one of her favorite ways to show skepticism or sarcasm is by quirking one, or both eyebrows upward.) Her eyes are deep brown, almost black in the right light. Nico's nose and cheeks blush slightly when she's embarrassed, and when she's had prolonged exposure to sunlight, she begins to freckle. Her skin is extraordinarily pale. And not in the normal way, in the 'are you terminally ill and/or a creature of the night?' type of way, which contrasts magnificently with her dark wild hair and eyes. Leaning in and framing her mouth are cheekbones, lowly defined but certainly there, that slop downward and fall to a slightly rounded chin, giving her an oval face shape. Her lips are not overly prominent, but ribboned with an eternal smile hiding in the corners.
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Personality:
Strengths -
Intelligent, Perfectionist
Perceptive, Humorous
Dominant, Competitive
Well Read, Well Spoken
Curious, Resourceful
Charismatic, Imaginative
Weaknesses -
Judgmental, Argumentative
Manipulative, Arrogant
Impulsive, Attached
Uninhibited, Opinionated
Underestimates everyone
Has difficulty 'dealing' with emotion
Doesn't believe in 'Plan B's'
Possessive rather than Protective
Abhorrent, Casual
Impractical, Unrealistic
OBSERVANT/PERCEPTIVE: She's the kind of person who's sitting the corner and silently judging every single move you make. Fuck that. She's the kind of person who's standing in the middle of the Goddamn room and very loudly and publicly judging every single move you make. She picks every small, miniscule detail over about a person, and then has no problem at all listing out every fault she's found. Nico's always been a bit overly-observant, taking care to notice tiny details. She's learned through experience that it's easier to get through tough times when you're on your toes, and to always take even the smallest of details into account, because size doesn't necessarily add up to importance. She's very perceptive about people and their emotions. When it comes to dealing with the world and the people in it, a little insight goes a long way.
ENIGMATIC: You can't help but want to hug the little bitch - even if it's only so you can get close enough to smack her upside the head. She's charming and completely open, carrying on with a frightening amount of undeniable and unshakeable enthusiasm. Talkative and excitable, Nic never fails to have an input in a conversation, and showboats her thoughts (and herself) to shameless degrees. She's very vivacious, alive and animated to the fullest extent. She can be characterized by her vibrance, her tendency to rush full-steam ahead at anything she can sink her teeth into. Along with that, she's somewhat infectious. Constantly full of some sort of bubbling energy, it's almost impossible to be in contact with her for lengths of time without learning to appreciate, if not just tolerate, her ferocity.
HONEST: Scarily so, really. You'd think that being a mutant and all, she would be somewhat well-versed in the ways of general deceptiveness. Which she is, for all intents and purposes. Her ability to twist someone's words and ideas is nothing short of astounding, as well as her talent for coercing people into doing what needs to be done, and which she can't do - what with her government-issued civilian limits. Pesky things like mutated powers sure do get in the way of a girl's social life. But sometimes she likes to fool himself and others into thinking that hey, maybe she's not completely whacked, 'cause she positively refuses to lie. Whereas some people try to skate around the whole 'lying VS truth' debacle by saying they 'don't necessarily lie - they just don't say things out loud,' Nico is full-on balls-to-the-mofoing-walls honest. In her opinion, there isn't any difference between lying - actively deceiving, and just 'concealing' the truth. After all, that's still participating in a lie. Except the only one you're lying to is yourself. Which is quite possibly worse than actually lying to someone standing right in front of you - after all, at the very least you should be able to tell your own Goddamn self the truth. (And they call her backwards.) This goes along with her blunt nature; when asked for an opinion, she will give it. No sugar-coating, no bull-shitting around. If you've ever considered it, usually the truth, unedited honesty, is much more detrimental to one's mental and physical health than the lies used to cover up the day-to-day damaging thoughts that regularly fly around people's heads. The insane ones are the people who can't say those secret, hidden thoughts out loud without worrying about repercussions. (You should try it some time). Nico will tell you horrible truths, but she will never lie.
That's why it's generally better not to ask her anything unless you know you can stand to hear the answer.
ARGUMENTATIVE/OPINIONATED: Somewhat of a verbal predator, you could say. When something you say or do gets on her nerves; you know about it. She's very articulate, and has a silver-tongue and a manner about her that is extremely persuasive; she's awful good at talking herself out of any potentially sticky situations (which she seems to get in very often). She's a very captivating speaker, embracing her ideas with staggering amounts of determination, and enough conviction and sheer attitude to captivate, if not intimidate. With other people's opinions however, she isn't quite so lenient. True to herself, in any side of an argument, no matter the participants, she will favor what is in the best interest of number one: Herself.
BLUNT: Faux pas? Fuck off.
DETERMINED: Impulsive. Rash. Headstrong. Otherwise known as foolishness and/or pure and simple dumbassery. She doesn't let any opportunity slip through her fingers, and her outgoing in-your-face outlook certainly helps her reach them. She pretends to know what's in and our of her reach, but she doesn't care enough whether to determine whether or not she'll reach her goals, and if she does, if it will have been worth all the trouble she no doubt went through to reach them. Most of the time she enjoys the go-getting better than the actual getting. That age-old illness of wanting what you can't have. She's stubborn, and she doesn't give up. She can get to passionate about some things that it clouds her judgment, but he always manages to hide these shortcomings and her obvious jadedness very well. She's not lacking in common sense, exactly. She's not illogical - it's just that logic takes a back seat when she gets fired up, and she often reacts without properly thinking things through. She's conniving; not above biting and pulling hair to get her way, and her 'way' changes often. She has fleeting emotions and preferences, her likes and dislikes, missions and morals forever changing. But she dives into every small whim with an uncontrollable and unbreakable zealousness. She's incredibly passionate in each and every one of her phases, however passing, offering her heart and her soul up to the latest fad stubbornly, and without a second thought or discretion. Which sometimes seems like a good enough standard to go by, but ever-impatient Nico rarely ever graces a challenge with enough time to give it the attention it may require.
INTELLIGENT: While in school she excelled obnoxiously academically, having a talent for foreign languages, mathematics and sciences. Of course, that was before her powers revealed their irritating little selves, and it seems that an IQ alone will do nothing against social prejudices. She's very smart, academically as well as business and social-wise, and extremely resourceful. She's well-read, well-spoken, and well-informed. Insightful, intellectual, and creative. A master of lateral thinking, Nic always tries to think outside of the box, looking out for more obscure, unexpected, but entirely workable and simple solutions to whatever problems come her way, so that people won't expect whatever trick it is she pulls out of her sleeve next. (And there are many). The only problem is that usually her intelligence gets over-shadowed by her less-commendable, but certainly more entertaining, traits.
EASILY AMUSED/GIDDY: Send her a fuckwit and she'll be giggling for days. She sees hilariousness in the oddest of places; as well, most of the time her sense of humor relies on dead-panning sarcasm and carefully orchestrated mockery. If anything, Nico is absolutely gleeful at the odd turn her life has taken since her gene pool decided to mutate that shit up. She seems to be in a perpetually optimistic mood; not letting anything spoil her fun.
ARROGANT: Well, maybe 'arrogant' isn't quite the word for it. Not acute enough; although she's very pleased with herself, it's with more of a confidence or pride and a subtle reassurance that if she can't do something right the first time; at least she has a mutant plea to fall back on, and the strong conviction that if anyone says otherwise, she can handle it.
OVER-VIEW: In short, Nico is flamboyant, careless, and passionate to the point of ridiculousness. Contradictory, peculiar, hyperactive, gleeful, easy distracted and amused, too prone to fall in love, and just as equally and strongly prone to mistrust.
Habits/Quirks-
Smokes hand-rolled cigarettes, since buying them is so damn expensive. Has smoked since she was seventeen years old, and doesn't plan on quitting anytime soon. Is also a big fan of anything involving, or that could involve at some time in the near future, alcohol. She doesn't like any of the 'bubbly' shit, either. Give the girl a beer or a whiskey, and she's good to go.
Has an old bronze coin (worth/origin is unknown, for all she knows, it's a gasket or some sort of machinery piece) that she keeps in her pocket. When she's nervous, she'll take it out and roll it back and forth across her knuckles. It was originally a finger-practice, used to limber up her fingers as well as improve dexterity in her hands, seeing as how they're how she makes her living, playing piano. Ever the accomplished multi-tasker, she's gotten so good, she can both roll the coin and chain-smoke at the same time. You gotta love a girl with talent.
Plays dress-up. Is someone new every other day, Because really, being someone else is always so much better than being yourself, no matter the situation. Is very fond of showing up in random places decked out like she's ready to go to the Prince's Goddamn ball. She finds most of her clothes in second-hand shops, and dresses very eccentrically, though it suits her. Has gotten pretty good with a needle and thread, out of necessity, since most of the pieces she comes across have at least one button missing, or need hemming or some kind of minute adjustments to fit her small frame.
As if she doesn't have enough nervous ticks, Nico also tends to bite her bottom lip when she's bored. Because of that, her bottom lip is usually slightly chapped and cut, and is almost perpetually bleeding, staining her lips a darker red than their usual nondescript pale pink.
Loves hats. Which in any other situation might not be considered either a 'habit' or a 'quirk,' but it does when you're talking about Nico. She has quite the collection of hats, ranging from cowboy hats, to top hats, fedoras, skull caps, tri-corners, pill-boxes; any odd hat, you can bet that she has it, as well as that she won't hesitate to don it at a moments notice. She's found that if you try hard enough, you can find a hat for every outfit, and won't hesitate to step out wearing coattails and an old velvet top-hat if it strikes her fancy.
Music would most definitely be counted as a habit, even though it is technically her career. She is consistently humming, or singing something under her breath. As well, it's not unusual for 'genius' to strike her while she's out to lunch, and she won't hesitate to wipe everything off the table in front of her and onto the floor, and 'play piano' on invisible keys on the surface, memorizing some song or bridge she's just come up with. Though she's a seeming prodigy with a piano, she's never picked up any other instrument, and doesn't intend to. She envies people who are talented in other instrumental aspects; strings, brass, percussion, etc. But she is content to use her voice and her fingers to make a living.
Likes-
Chinese Food, Candy Canes, Ice Cream Cake, The Spotlight, Chocolate, Open-Minds, Spontaneity, Humor, Curious Hands, Himself, Rain, Girls, The Other Side Of The Pillow, Slim-jims, Sticky Notes, To Be Continued's, Accents, Languages, Heat, Sex, Movement, Honesty, Reality, Fantasy, Sleep, Quiet, PB&J, Soft Spots, Hot Spots, Cigarettes, Metaphors, Music, People, Brown Eyes, Open Windows, Music, Rhythm, Night Time, Raspberries, Books, Reading, Literature, Art, Piano, Kit-Kats, Cars, Frost, Lists, Mechanical Pencils, Condensation, Fruit-Scented Markers, Culture, Jack Daniels (Alcohol in general), Arguing, Public Transportation, Ridiculous hats, Glasses/Sunglasses, Neapolitan Ice Cream, Scary Movies, Creativity, Infomercials, Seedy Bars, Cheap Beer, Sexual Innuendoes, Pet Names, Confrontation, Adrenaline, Yard Sales, Flexibility, Conversation, Collar Bones, Cheek Bones, Brown Hair, Challenges, Thighs, Forehead-kisses, Puzzles, Crooked Smiles, Expressions, Adrenaline Rushes, Catching people off-guard.
Dislikes-
Blame, Being Left Out, Idiots, Carrots, Ignorance, Willing Ignorance, Fake Smiles, Courtesy Laughs, Liars, Pepsi, Haughty Attitudes, Hypocrites (she is one), Stereotypes, Modern-Day Horror Movies, Snow, Too Warm, Too Cold, Just Right, Rules, Beets, Hiccups, Sickness, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes, Love-At-First-Sight, Hate-At-First-Sight, Apprehension, Caution, Fear, Locks, Early-Birds, Antiseptic (The Smell), Fluorescent lighting, Uncaught Sarcasm, Fences, Restrictions, Boredom, Children, Ceiling Fans, Conformists, Escalators, Serious Conversations, Sugar Substitutes, Apologizing, Scented Candles, Strong Perfume, Modern Art, Yellow (The Color), Obnoxious Intellect - unless it's her own, Ideals, Junkland.
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Sample Role-play:
With my character on Old Junkland, Christophe Rosseau:
She had no money.
Well, no, she had very, very little money. And the cash she did have, she made in jobs she acquired few and far between. Washing dishes, selling newspapers, picking up waitressing jobs, stripping in clubs. She sold her hair once a year.
Sometimes she was paid for her... services.
She lived in a tiny apartment in a not-so-nice part of town, far far away from the builders, and too close for comfort to the sickly, foreign mutants. The wallpaper was covered with huge gaudy roses, and peeling in the corners. Most of the fixtures were all from sixty years ago, with enough dust covering them to prove it. But it came with a deep claw-footed bathtub and an old iron chandelier (even if it didn't work anymore), and she'd fallen in love.
And even though she had no money, she wore a different dress every night. She scoured thrift shops for hours, pawn shops, 'vintage' shops, dumpsters. Sometimes she found dresses reminiscent of halloween costumes, so short she could feel a breeze, sometimes she'd find retro Grecian gowns the color of old parchment with fringe and tassels, and fake pearls clinging to the sleeves. Stately mutely-colored gowns in black, greens and reds, short but no too short. She wore her favorite necklace, and always saved her special stockings for the night she wore those dresses, the skin-colored stocking ones with the thick seam that traced down the back of her legs, over the creamy swells of her calf muscles.
She pretended to be modern-day celebrities, she pretended she was on the counsel, she pretended she was people long, long gone. Audrey Hepburn or Jackie O. Marilyn Monroe on her worst nights. (Platinum blond with her skin tone! I tell you!)
She had a taste for fine wine, fine clothes, and fine men. In that order.
('Sometimes she was paid for her... services.')
She was the girl in the hotel room, in nothing by high heels, thighs open, take me stockings and all!! She was the girl in the bathroom stall, up against the 'Bobby + Lisa 4 ever' and 'call 555-0523 for a good time' graffiti, skirt up around her waist. She was the girl in an alley on the outskirts of town, riding a man up on top of a garbage dumpster while his wife waits at home, thinking he had to 'work late.' (Funny, 'cause she was doing all the work.)
Sometimes, she was even in a car.
Grinding in the lap of whichever man was wealthy/worthy/well noted enough to own such a prestigious form of transportation. She didn't bother letting him move - she wasn't into the back-seat shit. She took him in the drivers seat, her back sometimes pressing the horn loudly.
She'd smoke her dainty hand-rolled cigarettes afterward. She'd give them a drag if she liked them, then she'd leave. Sometimes they'd ask her where they could find her again, but usually they didn't. They could tell from her hunger, her rough detachment, that she wasn't a girl you wanted to find.
They'd give her extra, sometimes, for a job well-done.
But mostly, they didn't.
She hadn't been able to stop remembering today.
She needed someone rough. Someone utterly brutal, someone to take away the feeling of his gentle fingers on her silk-covered body. She needed someone who'd choke her as she came. And she found him. He came to her when she was leaning up against a building, in one of her fringed red numbers, legs a mile long and hip cocked, fuckable. Mid-40's, probably had a wife at home and some kids, but tonight he was hers. There was a glint in his eye that she recognized as once. The way he handled the small-talk, he was in control, he was dominant. She liked that. He was forceful, resting his hand on the small of her back, his fingers digging into her thigh beneath the silk, guiding her toward the alley as they talk shop.
After five minutes and money exchanging hands, she found herself face down over a closed dumpster, her stiletto-clad feet barely keeping contact with the littered ground at his movement. One of his hands pulled her hair up and back, so she had to arch her back to keep the pain in her scalp minimum. (Why hadn't she been Marilyn tonight? She wouldn't have minded if he'd ruined the wig, but her hair...) She was sure she had red hand prints on her hips, and she knew she had a fat, most likely bleeding lip. This is what she wanted.
This is what she had to do to forget him. And in that ten minutes she spent in the alley (you never waste time on foreplay) she forgot him.
He was disgusting.
They all were, really.
Grunting when he finished, breaking his stoic, 'manly' silence.
'Oooh baby. Oooh baby. Who's doin' ya? Who's fuckin' ya, huh? Oh, OH yeah. Yeah baby, fuck baby, YEAAHHUUUUUNNGGHH.'
She never said a word, and he released his vice-like hold on her throat. There would be bruises there tomorrow. (Oh well. Jackie, then. She could wear a scarf. Paisley, probably. She could make it work.) As soon as he pulled out, she pulled her dress back down from her waist, straightened her hair, and nonchalantly reapplied her lipstick and lit a cigarette. She didn't offer him a drag, he simply took it from her and treated himself to one, unasked.
On her way home, no one batted an eye at her minor injuries. They were all here, they'd seen everything. They knew and she knew it. Not many people in this city gave her a look when she came home covered in bruises and bite marks. No one in the shadows, not in the dazzling lights. It was all completely anonymous. No one cared. She needed to look after herself.
No one else was going to.
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Portrayed By: Keira Knightley
Other- Lemme know if her power is too wonky or something. It's completely useless, but I thought it'd be interesting.
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Nicodeme Roux, A BLACK BEGINNING
Dec 1 2008, 08:32 PM
