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Enis Edrin (6201327) ([personal profile] blindpuppet) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2019-05-27 09:50 pm

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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[personal profile] smokedout 2019-06-08 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] smokedout 2019-06-11 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]