Re: underGROUND {Begin}
Name: Dolores Wattson
Gamertag: Blackswan
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dolores stands at 5’6”, with a well developed but slightly plump built (she refer to this as ‘big boned’, whatever that means). Her ebony hair reaches her shoulder length, and is in a state of perpetual tangle. Her eyes are dark brown, framed with an old fashioned thick framed glasses that looked like it belong to her grandparent; when she’s not wearing her glasses, she have this rather amusingly clueless look. She usually dress in a pair of jeans and dull coloured shirts, and is almost always seen with some sort of books (be it the good ol books, or those e-books).
Personality: She is rather warm and friendly, and enjoys talking with all sorts of people – the young, the old, the serious, and so on – although she sometimes enjoy it a tad too much. And then she has this bad tendency to pull of small pranks when no one saw it coming: she seems to rather enjoy this more than talking (except when someone decides to show her a piece of their mind, that is). While she can swing from being friendly to slightly round the bend, she can be thoughtful… sometimes.
What most don’t immediately see in her is the side where she is (or so she claimed) the open minded and sceptical (and what others would say) masochistic and outright weird. Some would place her somewhere between an intelligent person and a candidate for a straightjacket – you be the judge.
Chosen Game: Cave Story
Chosen Character: Quote
History: Dolores was born into a rather over educated family, with her parents and her four older siblings having all those degrees and doctorates. Not surprisingly, when kids her age were into video games, she was reading all these thick and heavy (and presumably boring) books. And then, in high school, when most at her age would get in trouble for truancy, smoking and the likes, she… well, you could describe her as someone who is fond for looking – or to be more accurate, seeking – all sort of problems. And they’re not particularly one of interest for juveniles (for example, not many would view a dip in a frozen lake as something particularly exciting. Or sane). But of course, like her peer, she learned to do these in secrecy (what they don’t know can’t harm them, she’d say…)
Speaking of video games, she does play them occasionally, but only recently – she tried her hand on different types, but wasn’t attached to any particular game. Just when video game playing seems to be reaching its peak, along came the ban; since she was not really much of a serious gamer, she was not involved in all those protests, although she couldn’t help but feel extremely suspicious at this whole event (all the more reason for her to question the government). It wasn’t too long before she heard about the even more suspicious underGROUND. While common sense would tell her that she should stay away from the organization, she joined it anyway (she saw it more of an opportunity that would lead to… a lot of interesting possibilities, she hoped).
Other: Oops, gender bending, are we?
Dolores Wattson
Cool Cave Story, bro
It was 5 AM, a time reserved for those who either were waking up real early, or for those who, upon pulling off an all nighter, had just looked at the clock and decided that they might as well skip today’s work. Or they might be like Dolores, who was now as sick as… well, a sick person, and was struggling to try to get a good night rest.
It had been going for almost a week now: for the last few days, she wasn’t feeling too great – or, to borrow one of her (also sick) friend’s words, she felt like shit. She was feeling quite drained, and was having some splitting headaches every now and then. She went to the doctor, but they found nothing wrong with her.
Interestingly, she found out that there were others who were sharing her misery. She had heard how those who were now sick were all of about her age, early 20s and all, but she was quick to notice how most of them were fellow underGROUND-ers as well. She didn’t suspect of anything at first, but upon the suggestion of a certain anti-government person from underGROUND, (who was understandably a loon in the eyes of others; incidentally, he is also her aforementioned friend, she gave the incident a bit of consideration.
Now that she thought about it, she had heard how some people complained how they went from being a-okay to becoming sick after one of their session at underGROUND’s Hyrule warehouse, just… 5 days ago, if she remembered correctly. But still, she couldn’t remember anything particularly significant happening at that time. Sure, she had heard a few people complained about something regarding the controllers – she couldn’t remember if she was among them or not – but that sort of thing was normal, wasn’t it?
She began speculating all sort of possible cause for the sickness; they ranged from sensible to being totally outrageous: for all she know, it might just be that someone among them were having a flu… or, it might really be that it was now possible that they have created a virus that could jump from electronic equipment to human.
Tired with thinking, she staggered off. “Well, um… let’s have some… milk, then.”
The whole place was falling apart.
And yet, he knew that it wasn’t the end… somehow, he knew that they had yet to see who was pulling the strings, and he hoped that he still had the time to stop the place from being obliterated.
He jumped down the seemingly bottomless shaft, and as he experienced what felt like an endless fall, wondered if he had actually made a mistake…
Without any bang or crash, he had reached the place. He had a general idea where he was, based on the atmosphere of the area; there was even a signboard there, which he decided to read.
‘Welcome to hell’ it reads.
It would be about seven hours later that Dolores would wake up, having slept in her brother’s small library. And like any good library, this one had a lot of book, but this one had all the books crammed in all possible space available, that it would seem as if the room itself was made out of books.
It was a nice place for – not surprisingly – sleeping, with the room having good air conditioner, a rather out-of-place but comfy sofa, and, most importantly, books with big (and dreary titles) that is guaranteed to make any normal person asleep in a matter of minutes. The room was usually left with the lights on – especially these days, where she was feeling unwell, and decided to read herself to sleep – so she didn’t know what time it was until she went to the kitchen for breakfast. Or, to be exact, a very late breakfast.
She was feeling slightly better now though; she wasn’t feeling extremely tired anymore, and the headache was gone too. Guess all those herbs that she had eaten were finally showing their effects then…
‘Ding!’ The sound of the toaster startled her. It was not that the said item was acting out of ordinary, but it was just… well, how could she explain it? For one thing, she had, for the briefest moment, expected the toaster to shout ‘huzzah!’
And another thing was that she had this urge to smash it to pieces – preferably with shooting projectiles.
She stared at the toaster, mystified. “Now that’s just weird. Marijuana?” Deciding that it was something unreasonable and impractical to smash the toaster, she quickly grab the toast and went for a cup of tea instead.
Then she noticed something out of place.
It was her hair: for some reason, it seems as if they were somehow shorter. Not to mention they were not as messy as they would be, instead appearing as if someone had not only trimmed it for a bit, but had made it so that it was having this sort-of spiky look. And she had just woken up, so it would be rather strange to find her hair this neat.
And… what was this? Her eyes seem to have a certain metallic blue tinge to it. And they were not in that weird squint that gave her the clueless look (she was not wearing her thick glasses now); they made her look somewhat… alert. She looked closer, and noticed another thing: she had looked somewhat paler, as if she had seen a ghost or something of the sort.
Not only that, but she wasn’t as plump too. On the contrary, she was now rather thin. And not just thin, but the lean and mean kind of thin.
“…OK. I didn’t know too much herbs are good for weight loss,” she exclaimed, as she stretched for a bit. It was true though, she never felt this fit… not even when she was out in the wilderness for that short period of time. “Maybe it’s something in the water, though; it’s always in something in the water…”
It felt quite good, she admit. But…
“I’d prefer my old body, thanks,” she said, to no one in particular.
After making further check to see if anything else had changed (she found none) she decided to check out how her anti-government, slightly batty friend from underGROUND was doing.
The phone was immediately picked up on the other side.
“…Dolores?” came the voice, albeit after a brief silence.
“Hi. Mark. So, how? Government still messing with you? You know, I think that might be the case with me here. Just woke up to find myself being different… yeah, that kind of different.”
Imma tagging Roy, yo
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