Ex-Reporter/Irene

Ask blog for Ex-Reporter Ninah oc Creator/mod: Gothic Levi 🥀 -------------------------------------------- Rambling artist's sister lol

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

"..M-My brother...warned me about FEMA...But I never listened..."

Hello!! This is an ask blog for my oc, Ex-Reporter/Irene.

Info about her:

Irene, a 28 year old Russian woman who is the Rambling artist's older sister. She once was a news reporter pre-cactlysm until she fled from FEMA after she witnessed her boyfriend (who was a FEMA agent) kill her younger brother, Motya (despite him being human). Now she resides in the homeowner's house in the office.

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Rules:

No homophobic, transphobic, racist, or just anything that involves being hateful to a minority group

Suggestive asks are allowed but don't make it NSFW as the mod is a minor

oc x oc is fine. So is oc x canon

Be respectful (I don't condone any harrasment)

Have fun!

(ACCOUNTS TO FOLLOW!!)

Mod: @gothic-levi-arts

Rambling artist/ Motya: @ask-the-rambling-artist

FEMA expert/ Ivan: @fema-expert-blogging

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Tags:

< # [Irene's Writings] -- The entries Irene wrote to herself during the events of the cataclysm so far

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[asking-the-ex-reporter]

// I just realized something...

Irene and Ivan are basically Nikki and Bear from obsession.

Like seriously, Ivan is basically Bear due to the fact that both end up dead and leave the girl alone with the trauma they put her through.

Might make draw an obsession au! Irene ans Ivan as Nikki and bear cuz of this lol

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

//

When you’re in the most depressed oc competition but then SHE comes in

Irene…Nothing can make me hate you.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*In front of Irene's genuine care and insistance, Ilya gave up the façade rather quickly, looking back at her with a sorry expression on their face. Powerless and eaten by guilt.*

- ... It has. ESPECIALLY the way it happened. Fucking hell, I cannot stop thinking about it either.

*The memory of Ivan's head displayed in the way of a deer trophy made Ilya's skin crawl. When disgusted or afraid, their skin looked blue, as if devoid of blood. They grimaced.*

- He... I am worried for him, too. But he wont listen to anyone. He was attacked by a visitor recently and I think he is barely holding on. If... You think you can help, then... Please, do.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Attacked..?!

*Irene's eyes widen as she was shocked, well, who wouldn't be shocked after hearing someone so young was attacked?*

God- I... Jesus..

*She looked at the floor for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to say*

Well...I'm not sure how good I could be for help but... I suppose I'll try my best to if needed.

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*Ilya shook their head, shoulders up in defense and shame, head laid low. They looked to hold on the god of Guilt itself on their shoulders.*

- T'was bound to happen. With so many visitors inside the place... It was Arkadij who snapped first. There will be others.

*This was the reason for the visitor register... And the segregation that was coming with it.

Humans on one side of the school, visitors on the others.

That was Ilya's grand plan behind the whole "visitors are my friends now" facade. And surely Irene could sens how weird this sudden change of heart was, especially after a terrible accident. Especially when it was them.*

- I should have not been so mercifull. My negligence almost cost this boy's life. I was lucky he found me before bleeding out. Patched him up best I could.

*This was quite an understatement. If not for the war nurse years Ilya lived through, Rookie had been a goner. Bye bye, FEMA boy. See you in hell.*

- I think he needs people to listen to him. He wont open up to me. It's a bit better with Artie, but... Maybe with you, it would be different ? You have a way with people.

*With bad people. With FEMA people. Go on, Irene, follow your curse, Ilya asks so nicely, with so much desperation and care for this poor boy. It would be cruel to break the cycle, right ?*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Arkadij? Jesus...

*Irene paused for a moment, processing what Ilya basically asked to her.*

Hold on... Are you suggesting I try talking to Rookie? Please... The last time I tried speaking to him, he wouldn't even answer... Besides, he wouldn't listen to me when I told him Ivan wasn't a good man. He...

*Irene stopped herself, crossing her arms while averting her gaze again*

Besides... mostly every time I talk to someone, they always end up in the future either dead or murder someone, or hell, even both.

*Referencing how Ivan seemed to have killed her brother and has ended up dead due to his actions, mainly because he wouldn't leave Irene alone.*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Oh.

*Ilya stomached those new informations with a grimace. Ah, Rook, why must you be so stupid and hot-headed all the time ? But Liliana forgave him everything, on his young age and brainwhased mind. What else could he do ? Could he think ? He was already attacked twixe by visitors. Of course anyone discrediting FEMA would be an ennemie.*

- Well, shit... I won't beg you to try, then. I guess he just cant stomach the truth for now.

*And, at this rate, probably never will. After all he was changing... And refusing to see it.

Irene was avoiding their gaze and that was fine with Ilya. But still, they took a step toward her. They werent a cuddly person, but she seemed a bit distressed to them, so they put a hand on her shoulder, a light squeeze to ground her.*

- ... I never asked, but I think I already know the answer. What, exactly, made Ivan a bad man ?

*Whoa there Ilya. This was rather quick into your new "friendship", no ? Why would they even ask ? Why would they even CARE ?

Because of many, many things Irene could not know just yet. But maybe...

They chuckled at Irene's "joke" and muttered an ironic answer.*

- ... Well I really hope I wont end up dead.

*Murder it was, then. Yay !*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

…

*Irene stared at Ilya for a moment before sighing*

You seriously don’t know? He literally killed my brother during an argument about FEMA’s doings and apparently he… he— god…I cant even talk about it without feeling grossed out..

*A stray tear ran down her face as she spoke. She was probably indicating the fact Ivan had assaulted her in college, she was still confused about how it happened…she didn’t remember a thing about that night…was it because she was drunk? Who even knew.*

*She buried her face in her hands, trembling slightly.*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Well, Ivan and I weren't exactly friends. People at FEMA didnt appreciate me, per say. So I didnt know, no. Sorry for what happened.

*The former-FEMA took a deep breath. Killing visitors were their job, right, but Motya had been a human. The brother of his girlfriend, at that ! Ivan, what game were you playing ? Of course you ended up dead. Ilya sighed and turned to Irene and...

Oh shit, she was crying now !

Ilya froze stupidly, realising what they had just done.

They kind of just... Stood there, panicking inside. They were not the kind to hug or to reassure others very good, especially other adults. Kids, teenagers or their daughter were easier to handle. You could just lie to them. This ??? Totally different.*

- I didn't mean to upset you. Forgive me, I... Well it's worse than I thought, shit...

*The past them would have fled the room and left her alone to deal with it. But...*

- ... I know we are not really close, but... If you do wish to tell me, I swear I can hear anything, and it'll stay between the two of us. You can trust me.

*... Maybe on that specific subject, they could be trusted, yes.*

- ... Get it out of your system. You cant carry it eternally, you know ?

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

*Irene looked up from her hands, tears were already running down her face.*

I…

*She sighed, placing her hands on her lap.*

I don’t even know how it occurred… apparently my well..adoptive mother confronted Ivan and he admitted to… god.. assaulting me in college.

…

It’s just confusing…I don’t even remember how that night even went. I have no memory of that even happening.. all I remember was partying with him and a few friends and then woke up at his place. It could’ve just been me being drunk but… God.. I don’t know…

*She kept looking down at the ground, feeling ashamed about it all…*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*Silently reaching into their bag, Ilya took out a clean paper tissue, offering it to Irene. What was the point of putting on makeup when you cried this often ? Anyway. Better to be a bit chevaleresque.

After that, respectfully, Ilya awaited for Irene to get it out of her system, as they said. To finally admit what they already imagined. And they accepted the truth with a grimace of pain and... empathy ?*

- I'm sorry.

*Not to have been offering an ear, but for what happened to her. Even if it was "long ago", thos things never dissapeared. The skin never felt clean.

They knew something about it.*

- ... I... Think you weren't only drunk, if your memories and judgement were this affected. If... Well, if I can help with the confusion aspect of it... My theory is that maybe there was something else in your drinks, that night. It's... Common, for a lack of a better term. I'm so sorry.

*They avoided her gaze, leaving her some space. But at least she had a tissue, and Ilya truly cared, in their own way.*

- ... Now he paid. But even tho he died, I know it never repears what damages have been done.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

*She took the tissue, wiping her face a tad bit with it*

Well... I suppose that explains something... I just don't understand why it had to happened..

*She sighed*

I trusted him for God sake. I thought he was genuinely nice... well, at first..

*She fell silent, continuing to wipe the tears from her eyes with the tissue till she calmed down*

But I suppose I can't change anything about it now... It's just set in stone..

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

// I got so much time that I drew Irene and Ilya ( @not-a-ex-fema-i-swear )

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

OMG ??? THAT'S SO CUTE !!! I love their little dynamic hehe ~

They are such good "friends"... 😬

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

// HEHHE THANKS

Ah such good “friends.” Totally nothing bad is happening here.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

// I got so much time that I drew Irene and Ilya ( @not-a-ex-fema-i-swear )

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*In front of Irene's genuine care and insistance, Ilya gave up the façade rather quickly, looking back at her with a sorry expression on their face. Powerless and eaten by guilt.*

- ... It has. ESPECIALLY the way it happened. Fucking hell, I cannot stop thinking about it either.

*The memory of Ivan's head displayed in the way of a deer trophy made Ilya's skin crawl. When disgusted or afraid, their skin looked blue, as if devoid of blood. They grimaced.*

- He... I am worried for him, too. But he wont listen to anyone. He was attacked by a visitor recently and I think he is barely holding on. If... You think you can help, then... Please, do.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Attacked..?!

*Irene's eyes widen as she was shocked, well, who wouldn't be shocked after hearing someone so young was attacked?*

God- I... Jesus..

*She looked at the floor for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to say*

Well...I'm not sure how good I could be for help but... I suppose I'll try my best to if needed.

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*Ilya shook their head, shoulders up in defense and shame, head laid low. They looked to hold on the god of Guilt itself on their shoulders.*

- T'was bound to happen. With so many visitors inside the place... It was Arkadij who snapped first. There will be others.

*This was the reason for the visitor register... And the segregation that was coming with it.

Humans on one side of the school, visitors on the others.

That was Ilya's grand plan behind the whole "visitors are my friends now" facade. And surely Irene could sens how weird this sudden change of heart was, especially after a terrible accident. Especially when it was them.*

- I should have not been so mercifull. My negligence almost cost this boy's life. I was lucky he found me before bleeding out. Patched him up best I could.

*This was quite an understatement. If not for the war nurse years Ilya lived through, Rookie had been a goner. Bye bye, FEMA boy. See you in hell.*

- I think he needs people to listen to him. He wont open up to me. It's a bit better with Artie, but... Maybe with you, it would be different ? You have a way with people.

*With bad people. With FEMA people. Go on, Irene, follow your curse, Ilya asks so nicely, with so much desperation and care for this poor boy. It would be cruel to break the cycle, right ?*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Arkadij? Jesus...

*Irene paused for a moment, processing what Ilya basically asked to her.*

Hold on... Are you suggesting I try talking to Rookie? Please... The last time I tried speaking to him, he wouldn't even answer... Besides, he wouldn't listen to me when I told him Ivan wasn't a good man. He...

*Irene stopped herself, crossing her arms while averting her gaze again*

Besides... mostly every time I talk to someone, they always end up in the future either dead or murder someone, or hell, even both.

*Referencing how Ivan seemed to have killed her brother and has ended up dead due to his actions, mainly because he wouldn't leave Irene alone.*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Oh.

*Ilya stomached those new informations with a grimace. Ah, Rook, why must you be so stupid and hot-headed all the time ? But Liliana forgave him everything, on his young age and brainwhased mind. What else could he do ? Could he think ? He was already attacked twixe by visitors. Of course anyone discrediting FEMA would be an ennemie.*

- Well, shit... I won't beg you to try, then. I guess he just cant stomach the truth for now.

*And, at this rate, probably never will. After all he was changing... And refusing to see it.

Irene was avoiding their gaze and that was fine with Ilya. But still, they took a step toward her. They werent a cuddly person, but she seemed a bit distressed to them, so they put a hand on her shoulder, a light squeeze to ground her.*

- ... I never asked, but I think I already know the answer. What, exactly, made Ivan a bad man ?

*Whoa there Ilya. This was rather quick into your new "friendship", no ? Why would they even ask ? Why would they even CARE ?

Because of many, many things Irene could not know just yet. But maybe...

They chuckled at Irene's "joke" and muttered an ironic answer.*

- ... Well I really hope I wont end up dead.

*Murder it was, then. Yay !*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

…

*Irene stared at Ilya for a moment before sighing*

You seriously don’t know? He literally killed my brother during an argument about FEMA’s doings and apparently he… he— god…I cant even talk about it without feeling grossed out..

*A stray tear ran down her face as she spoke. She was probably indicating the fact Ivan had assaulted her in college, she was still confused about how it happened…she didn’t remember a thing about that night…was it because she was drunk? Who even knew.*

*She buried her face in her hands, trembling slightly.*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Well, Ivan and I weren't exactly friends. People at FEMA didnt appreciate me, per say. So I didnt know, no. Sorry for what happened.

*The former-FEMA took a deep breath. Killing visitors were their job, right, but Motya had been a human. The brother of his girlfriend, at that ! Ivan, what game were you playing ? Of course you ended up dead. Ilya sighed and turned to Irene and...

Oh shit, she was crying now !

Ilya froze stupidly, realising what they had just done.

They kind of just... Stood there, panicking inside. They were not the kind to hug or to reassure others very good, especially other adults. Kids, teenagers or their daughter were easier to handle. You could just lie to them. This ??? Totally different.*

- I didn't mean to upset you. Forgive me, I... Well it's worse than I thought, shit...

*The past them would have fled the room and left her alone to deal with it. But...*

- ... I know we are not really close, but... If you do wish to tell me, I swear I can hear anything, and it'll stay between the two of us. You can trust me.

*... Maybe on that specific subject, they could be trusted, yes.*

- ... Get it out of your system. You cant carry it eternally, you know ?

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

*Irene looked up from her hands, tears were already running down her face.*

I…

*She sighed, placing her hands on her lap.*

I don’t even know how it occurred… apparently my well..adoptive mother confronted Ivan and he admitted to… god.. assaulting me in college.

…

It’s just confusing…I don’t even remember how that night even went. I have no memory of that even happening.. all I remember was partying with him and a few friends and then woke up at his place. It could’ve just been me being drunk but… God.. I don’t know…

*She kept looking down at the ground, feeling ashamed about it all…*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*In front of Irene's genuine care and insistance, Ilya gave up the façade rather quickly, looking back at her with a sorry expression on their face. Powerless and eaten by guilt.*

- ... It has. ESPECIALLY the way it happened. Fucking hell, I cannot stop thinking about it either.

*The memory of Ivan's head displayed in the way of a deer trophy made Ilya's skin crawl. When disgusted or afraid, their skin looked blue, as if devoid of blood. They grimaced.*

- He... I am worried for him, too. But he wont listen to anyone. He was attacked by a visitor recently and I think he is barely holding on. If... You think you can help, then... Please, do.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Attacked..?!

*Irene's eyes widen as she was shocked, well, who wouldn't be shocked after hearing someone so young was attacked?*

God- I... Jesus..

*She looked at the floor for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to say*

Well...I'm not sure how good I could be for help but... I suppose I'll try my best to if needed.

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*Ilya shook their head, shoulders up in defense and shame, head laid low. They looked to hold on the god of Guilt itself on their shoulders.*

- T'was bound to happen. With so many visitors inside the place... It was Arkadij who snapped first. There will be others.

*This was the reason for the visitor register... And the segregation that was coming with it.

Humans on one side of the school, visitors on the others.

That was Ilya's grand plan behind the whole "visitors are my friends now" facade. And surely Irene could sens how weird this sudden change of heart was, especially after a terrible accident. Especially when it was them.*

- I should have not been so mercifull. My negligence almost cost this boy's life. I was lucky he found me before bleeding out. Patched him up best I could.

*This was quite an understatement. If not for the war nurse years Ilya lived through, Rookie had been a goner. Bye bye, FEMA boy. See you in hell.*

- I think he needs people to listen to him. He wont open up to me. It's a bit better with Artie, but... Maybe with you, it would be different ? You have a way with people.

*With bad people. With FEMA people. Go on, Irene, follow your curse, Ilya asks so nicely, with so much desperation and care for this poor boy. It would be cruel to break the cycle, right ?*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Arkadij? Jesus...

*Irene paused for a moment, processing what Ilya basically asked to her.*

Hold on... Are you suggesting I try talking to Rookie? Please... The last time I tried speaking to him, he wouldn't even answer... Besides, he wouldn't listen to me when I told him Ivan wasn't a good man. He...

*Irene stopped herself, crossing her arms while averting her gaze again*

Besides... mostly every time I talk to someone, they always end up in the future either dead or murder someone, or hell, even both.

*Referencing how Ivan seemed to have killed her brother and has ended up dead due to his actions, mainly because he wouldn't leave Irene alone.*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Oh.

*Ilya stomached those new informations with a grimace. Ah, Rook, why must you be so stupid and hot-headed all the time ? But Liliana forgave him everything, on his young age and brainwhased mind. What else could he do ? Could he think ? He was already attacked twixe by visitors. Of course anyone discrediting FEMA would be an ennemie.*

- Well, shit... I won't beg you to try, then. I guess he just cant stomach the truth for now.

*And, at this rate, probably never will. After all he was changing... And refusing to see it.

Irene was avoiding their gaze and that was fine with Ilya. But still, they took a step toward her. They werent a cuddly person, but she seemed a bit distressed to them, so they put a hand on her shoulder, a light squeeze to ground her.*

- ... I never asked, but I think I already know the answer. What, exactly, made Ivan a bad man ?

*Whoa there Ilya. This was rather quick into your new "friendship", no ? Why would they even ask ? Why would they even CARE ?

Because of many, many things Irene could not know just yet. But maybe...

They chuckled at Irene's "joke" and muttered an ironic answer.*

- ... Well I really hope I wont end up dead.

*Murder it was, then. Yay !*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

…

*Irene stared at Ilya for a moment before sighing*

You seriously don’t know? He literally killed my brother during an argument about FEMA’s doings and apparently he… he— god…I cant even talk about it without feeling grossed out..

*A stray tear ran down her face as she spoke. She was probably indicating the fact Ivan had assaulted her in college, she was still confused about how it happened…she didn’t remember a thing about that night…was it because she was drunk? Who even knew.*

*She buried her face in her hands, trembling slightly.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*In front of Irene's genuine care and insistance, Ilya gave up the façade rather quickly, looking back at her with a sorry expression on their face. Powerless and eaten by guilt.*

- ... It has. ESPECIALLY the way it happened. Fucking hell, I cannot stop thinking about it either.

*The memory of Ivan's head displayed in the way of a deer trophy made Ilya's skin crawl. When disgusted or afraid, their skin looked blue, as if devoid of blood. They grimaced.*

- He... I am worried for him, too. But he wont listen to anyone. He was attacked by a visitor recently and I think he is barely holding on. If... You think you can help, then... Please, do.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Attacked..?!

*Irene's eyes widen as she was shocked, well, who wouldn't be shocked after hearing someone so young was attacked?*

God- I... Jesus..

*She looked at the floor for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to say*

Well...I'm not sure how good I could be for help but... I suppose I'll try my best to if needed.

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*Ilya shook their head, shoulders up in defense and shame, head laid low. They looked to hold on the god of Guilt itself on their shoulders.*

- T'was bound to happen. With so many visitors inside the place... It was Arkadij who snapped first. There will be others.

*This was the reason for the visitor register... And the segregation that was coming with it.

Humans on one side of the school, visitors on the others.

That was Ilya's grand plan behind the whole "visitors are my friends now" facade. And surely Irene could sens how weird this sudden change of heart was, especially after a terrible accident. Especially when it was them.*

- I should have not been so mercifull. My negligence almost cost this boy's life. I was lucky he found me before bleeding out. Patched him up best I could.

*This was quite an understatement. If not for the war nurse years Ilya lived through, Rookie had been a goner. Bye bye, FEMA boy. See you in hell.*

- I think he needs people to listen to him. He wont open up to me. It's a bit better with Artie, but... Maybe with you, it would be different ? You have a way with people.

*With bad people. With FEMA people. Go on, Irene, follow your curse, Ilya asks so nicely, with so much desperation and care for this poor boy. It would be cruel to break the cycle, right ?*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Arkadij? Jesus...

*Irene paused for a moment, processing what Ilya basically asked to her.*

Hold on... Are you suggesting I try talking to Rookie? Please... The last time I tried speaking to him, he wouldn't even answer... Besides, he wouldn't listen to me when I told him Ivan wasn't a good man. He...

*Irene stopped herself, crossing her arms while averting her gaze again*

Besides... mostly every time I talk to someone, they always end up in the future either dead or murder someone, or hell, even both.

*Referencing how Ivan seemed to have killed her brother and has ended up dead due to his actions, mainly because he wouldn't leave Irene alone.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*In front of Irene's genuine care and insistance, Ilya gave up the façade rather quickly, looking back at her with a sorry expression on their face. Powerless and eaten by guilt.*

- ... It has. ESPECIALLY the way it happened. Fucking hell, I cannot stop thinking about it either.

*The memory of Ivan's head displayed in the way of a deer trophy made Ilya's skin crawl. When disgusted or afraid, their skin looked blue, as if devoid of blood. They grimaced.*

- He... I am worried for him, too. But he wont listen to anyone. He was attacked by a visitor recently and I think he is barely holding on. If... You think you can help, then... Please, do.

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Attacked..?!

*Irene's eyes widen as she was shocked, well, who wouldn't be shocked after hearing someone so young was attacked?*

God- I... Jesus..

*She looked at the floor for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to say*

Well...I'm not sure how good I could be for help but... I suppose I'll try my best to if needed.

[akarii-memes]

[brok33329]

@thatoneerrandgirl @heirofbullworth

[underlying-warmth]

OOC: Any NINAH RP Blogs that are active, reblog this and I will make a list of all the active blogs so as folks know who they can rp with

OC and Canon, crossovers, any NINAH RP blogs. Let's try to make the community active again!

[underlying-warmth]

LIST OF ALL ACTIVE NINAH RP BLOGS:

Will update as more active blogs are found. If @ does not work I will add a link to the blog instead

@coming-into-focus (tag not working) Photographer (One of my OCs)

@a-sweet-wallflower(tag not working) The shy gal (One of my OCs)

@what-lies-behind-my-mask (tag not working) The Masked Stranger (One of my OCs)

@eyes-like-saucers Wide Eyed Woman (My other OC)

@wasp-hippie-ninah The Hippie Guy (OC)

@thetroublemaker-askblog (OC)

@morgue-boy-ninah (OC)

@music-lover-ninah (OC)

@lover-boy-ninah (OC)

@lost-guy-ninah (OC)

@tie-girl-lucie (OC)

@radio-host-taking-calls Radio Host Lady (Canon)

@bugeyed-alarm (OC)

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear Former FEMA Agent (Canon)

@the-pale-on3 Pale Visitor (Canon)

@sedxtress seductive woman (canon)

@that-ferris-visitor (OC)

@veileddeathcultist-askblog (OC)

@carrying-coins (OC)

@mute-gardener-rp (OC)

@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope (OC)

@fallingoutofrhythm Multiple characters (Canon)

@stray-dogs-lie Multiple Characters (Canon)

@s3ductive-w0man Seductive Woman (Canon)

@blindedmann Blinded Man (Canon)

@feathers-sticks-and-bones (OC)

@flash-in-the-crucible (OC)

@paranoidextremist Vigilante (Canon)

@breaking-tv-news News Anchor (Canon)

[s3ductive-w0man]

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH

[underlying-warmth]

NO PROBLEM! Just trying to bring back some life to the NINAH RP community :)

[tie-girl-lucie]

Rebloging for people to see !!!

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

// cough cough

There is also me and @ask-the-rambling-artist

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The smell of cigarettes Ilya always hated now felt comforting, with so many smokers around. The chainsmoker, Appollyon and now Irene... Would visitor smoke, to make their teeth yellow, or was this addiction Human Only ?*

- Not too bright.

*But the gums... They were grey. Not the usual pink or ashy red they wanted to see. It could have a million reasons to be that way, tho.*

- ... That's it for today. The tests came back... Unconclusive. I think you should eat more vegetables and fruits, I suspect you might suffer from bad nutrition... Just a guess. I am no doctor.

*They shruged, already getting up to leave it at that, unsatisfied but REALLY unwilling to see some armpits -ew-, when Irene mentionned the poor Rookie. And Ilya stopped in their tracks, frowning. They looked at her with worry, than away.*

- He's fine.

*They said, staring at the ground, arms crossed.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Are you sure though? I mean... I hate to intrude, but I'm just worried. I mean, afterwall, Ivan's well... technically, second death has definitely scarred him or something..

*She said, her eyebrows furrowed, making her expression seem like she was concerned*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

//

HM... Irene reminds of some characters

Wait...

WAIT NO-

*flashbangs with inspo*

Am I being accurate chat? Idk 💔

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

- It's amazing you're still human.

*An androginous, raspy voice annoyed Irene out of whatever she was doing. It was Ilya, the former-FEMA. First distrusted and barely accepted into the group, they grew to be more appreciated, mostly because of their medical skills and the fact they took so much responsabilities around. But even tho they acted good, oh, they never really changed that much...*

- You know. With all your brother stuff... And your FEMA ex who died. Center of all the problems, heh.

*The "man" snickered, obviously it wasn't her fault but... They needed to be sure.*

- Show me your hands, please.

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️ //Hiii !

Ah- Ilya..

*Irene sighed, taking a small drag from her cigarette.*

I suppose it is rather surprising that I somehow managed to stay human after all the time that has pasted. And I suppose you can say the series of events for those two did revolve around me in a way…

*She fell silent for a moment before looking back at them*

My hands, you say? Well then..

They seem fine, don’t you think?

// also hiii!! :DD

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

*The former-FEMA took a good look at every single detail. The impeccable new hairpolish, the soft feminine hands, the little moles across. It was all human looking, normal as can be. But it was not enough for them.*

- Nailpolish is a good way to hide any dirt there might be under the nails. Everything looks fine, but I'll need to take a look at your eyes, please.

*At least they acted polite, and didnt take too much time with the tests. Still, after so many months living together... Werent they supposed to trust each other and, maybe, appreciate their "roomates" ?*

- Not that I would kill you if you were a visitor, you know ?

*The "man in hazmat" seemed both happy to announce this radical change in behavior, and scared too. This was surely quite a new resolution, and a very risky one.*

- I'm just making... "stats". But, like Motya or Lucie, most visitors are actually pacifists. As long as you don't change behavior we'll stay good friends, you and I.

*Yeah. Ilya you barely spoke to one another, if she is a friend to you that's pathetic.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Huh… I see. I sort of expected the contrary from you since you were… well nevermind… But I can agree one thing, from the visitors I saw, they seemed rather peaceful, unless you provoke them or something.

*Irene paused for yet another moment, as if she was remembering something.*

Oh right… My eyes.

My eyes could be a bit red, I’m not too sure…

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- "Since I was" what, exactly ? You can say it, you know. A FEMA bastard.

*A coward, an idiot, a bootlicker and a violent "man". There was a lot to hold against Ilya.

But they were trying to change and that had to count for something.*

- ... A bit red, but nothing too bad.

*They nod in agreement with her words. Knowing how prone to crying Irene was -and she had every reason to-, such a little redness couldnt possibly be seen as a concrete sign. There was a tiny bit of doubt, tho...*

- I'll need to check your teeth, to make sure, and I think we will be able to stop there. Don't want to see anyone's armpits today.

*And the ear broadacast surely was a scam, no need to check, that would be useless... And that had NOTHING to do with how scared of bugs Ilya was. No. Not at all.*

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

Well... I didn't want to be rude with the way I would've said it.. but yes, something along the lines..

If you say so..

You would think for a smoker I would have bad teeth... but again, I do take hygiene rather seriously.

*Irene awkwardly chuckled*

Guess that's it for today...

Oh, may I ask... How is that young boy? You know, the one who grieved when Ivan was dead..?

[asking-the-ex-reporter]

*Ivan haunting Irene by just throwing random objects at her direction*

@fema-expert-blogging

...

I'm about to sage this whole place, I swear to god...