thespherelogs | 001. Open. Entry.

Who: Enis Edrin. & You.
What: Arrival to the Spheres.
Where: Anywhere within the City. However no area is under constant bombardment.
When: May 27th. thru. May 31st.
Warnings: Blood. Self mutilation. First prompt. Others are fine. Swearing because Enis does that.

Arrival: Closed to One Person.

[Her arrival is a jarring experience.

There are two people standing in front of her, attempting to explain the situation but Enis is panicked and unable to process everything that's going on. She runs. Dashing through the domes until she stops at the edge of one of the sphere's. She stares at the water in horror just as the buzzing in her head whirls to life. Enis feels the golden implant behind her ear and her panic surges and shifts into fear.]

No. Not like this.

[Her nails bite into the golden metal device behind her ear, digging through skin to remove the new addition to the systems in her head. The instant she begins to hurt herself her eyes flare red and dark bloody tears begin to pour down her cheeks. Her fingers loosen and move to her lap as if she's suddenly a lifeless doll.

Critical alert.

System override.

Enis feels the subtle steady whirl at the back of her thoughts as she blinks away the red hue to relieve the vibrant blue that circles her iris's. She doesn't move and doesn't seem to concerned with the fact that she's bleeding.]

Exploration: A Drink.

[It doesn't take her long to calm down and find a place to drink. Enis doesn't have money but after a quick run in with a local she finds herself with a decent collection of stolen cash to fuel the nights escape. She can't get drunk without something stronger than the liquor found on earth but there is no reason not to put in the college try.

She orders a glass of whiskey, quickly downs it and then orders another.

Everything about being here sucks and it's for reasons that she can't explain. She needs to start planning... after tonight. Tonight, she just wants to forget that this clusterfuck is even happening.]

Tour: Closed to Rhys.

[Enis is dressed in the attire that she had arrived in. Worn dark blue jeans hug tightly to her legs while a black leather belt circles her hips. Her shirt is a thin strappy black tank top and over top of that is a black leather jacket. With her boots, she's wearing far too much black to be fashionable. Her lips are a pale pink while her skin looks like it's made of pale porcelain and has never seen the sun.

There is a thin wound starting behind her ear, curving down the side of her neck. Nail marks. They have been slowly healing and in a few weeks will be too faded to notice but for now, they're red and angry but no longer bleeding.

She waits just outside of the residential domes. Enis tries not to think about her current living situation but it bothers her. She isn't used to living with people and she doubts that she likes it. It's something she'll deal with later. For now, she needs information and while she doesn't completely trust Rhys, he understands her situation better than most.

Hopefully he'll be able to help.

Enis glances up when she hears footsteps coming towards her.]

Looks like you found me. [It's her way of saying hello.]

Wildcard.

[ooc: This is that wildcard option. Feel free to plot with me here if you want to do something other than this and have your characters meet Enis!]

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[Dodger had been invisible, but from the looks of things he doubts it would make a difference if he hadn't been. He watches the girl mutilate herself with mild interest - nothing he hasn't seen before, but surprising to see it here.

He guesses he should do something about this. No one else is going to.

A trail of loose sparks passes behind Enis, and materializes into Dodger. Before anything he nudges her gently with his foot - if she doesn't immediately lash out and attack him, he'll be stooping down to check the damage to her head.]

[She brushes away the tears but only serves to smear the scarlet hue of blood across her cheek.] What do you want? [Her voice is soft and less harsh than usual. Enis can't control all of the systems that her father had put in her head and they will flare back to life if Dodger proves to be a threat.]

I don't like being kicked.

[In case he hadn't gathered that.]

Yeah, who does.

[It answers his question, though. He's seen some severe cases of shock, and they can get bloody if handled wrong. When he does touch her it's as if he's reaching for a cornered animal - not nervous in the slightest, but steady and slow. Showing that he isn't a threat. His fingers brush her hair out of the way to get a look at the injury, and he tips his head to the side. If he hadn't seen it happen, he wouldn't have believed she'd done it herself... it's almost impressive.]

Pretty ineffective method, don't you think?

A masochist.

[She replies simply as Dodger inspects the side of her head.

Enis doesn't bother to try to stop him. What's the point? The gash trails from the golden inset behind her ear to the bottom of her jaw. The skin is mangled and it's steadily bleeding but the wound is relatively shallow. Whatever stopped her had done so before she did any permanent damage to herself or the new system implanted in her head. As he pushes her hair back he'll see the tattoo of a serial number next to the wound.

6201327A]

I wasn't trying to be effective.

[As the systems in her head shut down she began to feel the throbbing pain of the cut. It was sharp and like many things, it reminded Enis that she was still alive.]

It'll heal.

It'll also leave a nasty scar.

[Says the man with lines through his whole face.

He takes note of the serial number, and that does answer a few questions. Some of which aren't fully formed yet, but he'll mull it over later. For now, he reaches his hand to cover the area of open skin, and his palm suddenly turns white-hot. Just long enough to cauterize the wound, before returning to normal as he runs his fingers along her skin in a vaguely comforting gesture.]

You should head to a doctor, yeah?

It won't scar. [Enis replies simply with an unwavering note of confidence in her voice.

She winches at the hot touch of Dodger's palm but that's the only reaction she has.

Enis exhales a soft sigh and gently brushes away his touch.] My body can repair itself from anything. [Even from the cauterized scar tissue that has now sealed the wound.] But...

It's good that it isn't bleeding anymore.

[It's her way of saying thank you.]

[His eyes narrow slightly, and he scans her face as if looking for some sort of information. Whatever it is, he doesn't find an answer.]

Yeah, you're welcome for that. [He stands back up, searching his pockets for his packet of cigarettes.] We'll figure out some way to make it even later, I don't generally go out of my way to save people from a peaceful retirement.

[He is running low on these... he and Max are gonna have to have a chat.]

[Enis exhales, suddenly feeling exhausted. She doesn't let it show. Weakness is something that she can't afford but he's right about one thing... she owes him.]

Say the word or whatever. I do owe you. [It's like a thank you.] I generally don't like owing people so maybe sooner rather than later. [She turns to look at him, her eyes shining their usual bright vibrant blue.]

There must be something you want that I can give you.

I can think of a couple things.

[There's a flash of predatory instinct in his eyes, as he looks her over. But then it's gone, and replaced with the dulled look of disdain he always wears.]

I'm not letting you go that easily, though. I'll let you know when I make my mind up - for now, just try to keep yourself alive, yeah? That thing's not coming out anytime soon.

[Enis's eyebrow rose in a surprised arc.]

I didn't peg you as the type but I suppose appearances can be misleading. [She turned towards him, her palms coming to rest on her hips as those bright vibrant blue eyes inspected him more carefully. Enis had a way of making it seem like she is looking through someone.]

Okay. I'll keep myself alive until I can pay you back.

[She makes this sound like such an imposition.]

[Dodger cocks his head to the side, returning her gaze as though he's appraising her, putting a price on her head. At that last comment, though, he lets out a quiet huff of laughter. With a lazy and practiced motion he hooks a hand around her waist and yanks her closer, close enough to smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath and the general gasoline smell that just seems to come from his skin.]

I'll come to collect even if you're dead. Keep that in mind.

[And with that, he lets her go, and disappears in another burst of sparks.]

[Enis staggered forward, placing her palms out to catch herself against him. She looked uncertain but for once she isn't feeling particularly argumentative.]

Right.

[He's gone before she can even get the word out.]

Like that's not super creepy. [She sighs softly, running her palms nervously over her sides before heading back to her so-called dorm. It's a bunch of beds in a room though it's more than she's used too. Maybe she can pretend to sleep and wake up back in that hellhole of a bed room.]

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