Power Belongs To The People

indie RP blog for Devika, a League of Legends OC. Singleverse, singleship, all triggers and NSFW will be tagged.

[bringingrevolution]

Bad Reputation [closed RP]

[youcannotaffordme]

The way she spoke and moved was enough to tell Valentina what sort of relationship she held with her family. As always when she learned of these less-than-good circumstances, she felt pity towards the girl, though a part of her did feel envious and almost angry. She did not know how lucky she was to even have a family, and to think it unfortunate to be with them? Valentina wished to shake her head in disapproval.

Still, like the woman she was, the Queen only listened and nodded when appropriate. Her attentions–despite the interesting ensemble the girl wore and the bright colours of the Festival that constantly begged for her–were turned back to her food, eating as quietly as she could as the girl went on. It was only after she swallowed that she gave a smile to the girl, setting down the skewer sticks in the container she held and bowing her head.

“It is no problem, really,” she started. “This bench is free to anyone. I am surprised you came to me at all; surely I… stand out too much for you to even think that I am a good choice to sit with. But anyhow…” Valentina turned to properly face Dev, freeing up a hand to brush some of her fiery locks away from her face. 

“I am having a swell time, though I have been a bit lonely… I came by myself you see, from some ways away… And I do not think everyone here is too thrilled by my appearance, hah!” The Queen sighed before she took to cocking her brow at the girl. “Have you been enjoying yourself at all? Even with… with your family?”

[bringingrevolution]

“I study in Zaun,” Dev admitted with a little duck of her head. She peeked up at Val from under her eyelashes as she’d been taught to do, the shy glance of a girl who did not wish to do anything as bold as making eye contact but still gauge another’s mood. It wasn’t something Dev did in Zaun but here, it was hard to fight off how she had been trained to behave. “A friend pointed you out to me once on the street and told me about you.” She risked giving a small smile, not sure if Val would like being recognized or not. She might carry herself with pride in Zaun but Ionia was different. Perhaps she didn’t want to have her profession associated with her here. Quickly, as that thought occurred to her, Dev half-apologized, half-reassured her, “I’m not trying to blackmail you or anything, just - I wanted to be honest that I didn’t pick you at random just because you’re a foreigner and less likely to hand me over.” Not that her aunts or mother would risk pollution by coming too near Val. They’d scrub Dev clean as well when she got home, bathe her in tumeric water and ritually cleanse her. And that would be after the scolding she got for ditching her family so rudely and so publicly. Too bad she couldn’t just ask the Queen of Whores to take her back to Zaun with her. “I think it’s really cool that you can run something like that without needing a man to back you.” And that nobody stoned Val in the street for it. Or stripped her and shaved her head and ran her out of town. Dev shoved those thoughts away as well, pushing a hand over her carefully styled hair before giving Val another of those half-smiles, painted lips curving carefully (don’t smile with your teeth, don’t smile too wide). “And you look great. Talking to you’s the most fun I’ve had since I had to come back for the holidays.”

[bringingrevolution]

Bad Reputation [closed RP]

[youcannotaffordme]

The beginning of the Festival seemed to be just as lively as she hoped the close of it would be. There were many attendees from near and far, and even more vendors, entertainers, and hosts to be found. It was unlike anything she had ever seen; Zaun’s environment did not allow for outside celebrations like this, and her visits to Piltover had never had been during something just as grand as this. Needless to say, Valentina was completely and utterly joyous and impressed, her professionalism forgotten in favour of enjoying herself as much as she could.

Most of her hours were spent simply walking through the crowds and eyeing the different activities available. Here and there she purchased little combs to brings back to her girls, and at one she bought some rings embedded with jade for herself. Each trinket was stuffed into a small pouch tied to her side and hidden under the layers of her dress–a piece inspired by Ionian fashion that she had taken to bringing to life only a week before. 

It didn’t take long for Valentina to grow hungry, and so she took the opportunity to visit a food vendor and purchase some skewers with meat and a bottle of water. Wandering away from the main areas, she found herself by some trees and a bench where she promptly sat and began to eat, her cerulean hues idly watching the people as they passed by and did as she did, separating only to sit in the shade.

The sound of a voice startled her from her people-watching, the Queen’s eyes wide and her mouth agape as she looked up at the girl looking at her and waiting her response. Soon she collected herself, lowering the skewer she had in hand to slowly give a nod.

“Y-You may,” she answered carefully. “But… may I ask why? You look to be young, if I may be so observant, and that usually would mean–especially in a place like this–that you are here with relatives, or at least some group. Should you not be with them? Or is that not the case?”

[bringingrevolution]

Dev sat down on the bench the moment she received permission, angling her body to keep her back turned to her family in a clear sign of severing. There was only so much she could rebel while in Ionia, she knew, only so far she could push the patience of her parents before they took action, but she had to do something. Every second she spent with them, she felt her soul shrinking as they forced it to conform to what they wanted. “Thank you. And yes, I am with family - unfortunately.” She exhaled, bringing her hands up to her throat to rub away the tight ache that had begun to make breathing so difficult in the company of her aunts. Her hands were adorned with emerald rings and multiple gold bracelets clattered together cheerfully on her wrists. In the circles Dev’s family belonged to, you wore your wealth instead of sticking it in a bank. The gold jewelery that draped over her throat and waist, over her head and dangled from her ears, all of it was ancient. The thought of just running away and selling the jewels she wore was one that had occurred to the young rebel more than once. No wedding bracelet clasped around her wrist like a cuff, meaning she was an unmarried woman who most certainly would have an escort in a country as traditional as Ionia. And yet here she sat with the Queen of Whores, holding her hand out as if to greet an equal in a very non-Ionian way. “My name is Dev. My parents call me Devika though. Even if they come demand I return, I thank you for letting me have a little respite at least and hope you are enjoying your time here.” She couldn’t quite convince her tongue to use the more careless speech she was used to in Zaun, not when it was so vital that she speak properly in Ionia. Still, she hoped the stiltedness of the words didn’t detract from the sincerity of them.

[the-phantom-reaper]

"In Ionia, they believe that phoenix pox is a punishment for impure thoughts and desires. It's a manifestation of your inner filth trying to escape through your skin. Have you done anything especially hideous lately?" [bringingrevolution]

“Nothing particularly horrendous of late.” Vlad smirked, though it was difficult to convey his usual devious demeanor with his skin riddled with horrendous pustules. “Unwarranted murder? Nope.” He shrugged, enduring the flare of fire for the sake of the gesture. “Licentious gossip? Not even slightly.” Vlad sighed, “Though, if that were the case, I’m fairly certain that others would find themselves delightfully infected more often.”

[the-phantom-reaper]

“Oh, I’m sure.” Vlad rolled his eyes. The sheer enjoyment from this conversation was enough to distract him from the horrifying affliction currently plaguing his skin. “Go ahead, call me a monster.” Vlad urged, smiling darkly at the other man. “That’ll teach me. That’ll show me the error of my ways.” He smirked, shrugging with both his shoulders and hands. 

“Mortals are so delightfully quaint.” He cast Dev a condescending smirk, unadulterated venom in his wry grin.

An amused expression crossed his face, “And, who, me? A savior?” That was too much. A dark laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head once it had passed. “I never meant to insinuate such a laughable notion.” His mouth twisted into a devious grin. “I’m a SoulStealer, my dear. It’s in the goddamn name.”

[bringingrevolution]

“As if you care about the ‘error’ of your ways,” Dev shot back, narrowing his eyes at the blister-covered creature with an angry scowl. He gestured as he spoke, jerking his fingers in Vlad’s direction while still careful to keep a wary distance between the two of them. “It’s not as if you accidentally steal souls. You’re a Noxian. You’re beyond saving or correcting.” Nothing he did would change the soulstealer’s nature. Nothing the Ionians had said had stopped the Noxians from invading. No pleas had stopped the soldiers, no appeals had halted the march of the Noxian war machine. Dev didn’t believe Noxians could be redeemed. They could only be killed. “If you aren’t a savior, if you know you’re wrong to steal souls, then don’t pretend to be surprised when people call you a monster.“ He gave a toss of his head, blue and green streaked hair swaying over his forehead as he met Vlad’s laughter with a roll of his eyes. “You can’t have it both ways. Either you know you deserve to suffer or you really are so deluded that you think there’s nothing wrong with stealing souls.”

[bringingrevolution]

Bad Reputation [closed RP]

[For youcannotaffordme] When she’d been a child, the Ionian Fire Festival had been one of Devika’s favorites events. She’d snuck out to buy fireworks and taken them apart, gunpowder sticking under her fingernails as she built herself better fireworks and learnt how to work with them. On the night itself, she paid the son of the cook to set them off for her so she could still be with her family in the expected lama-sari but watch the results of her labor. Now, as much as she loved the Festival, she hated being summoned back to Ionia. The air was cleaner here, pure enough that she could suck in the deep breaths that she’d avoided in Zaun, but everything was tainted by her family’s presence and their insistence that she be the perfect daughter she had fled to Zaun to avoid being. They shoved her into the mold they’d formed before she’d ever been born and their expectations applied so much pressure that she felt her bones break and her body reform. In Zaun, she was Dev. In Zaun, she was a student, she was a revolutionary, she was male or female as she chose. In Ionia, she could be nothing but her parents’ daughter. At least on the surface. She stood docilely with her mother and aunts, keeping her mouth shut like the good little girl that she hadn’t been for so long. Their pointed remarks to each other, their judgments, made Dev’s hands curl into fists where they were hidden in the folds of her saree. She’d spent too much time being the subject of their discussions, self-esteem battered and bruised by the cruel words they tossed out so thoughtlessly. Dev did her best not to listen until she caught sight of the latest target of their disapproval. The pale skin marked her as a foreigner, as did the way she stood, but more than that, it was the trademark double buns of red hair and the vivid blue eyes that made Dev blink hard, then rub her carefully painted eyes. The Queen of Whores? Here? She almost wanted to laugh at what an unexpected savior this was but instead, she broke away from the group, heading straight towards Valentina. She might be a whore and a madam but she was from Zaun and she wouldn’t fill the air with poisoned words. Dev would take Zaun’s toxic air over her family any day. “Hello,” she greeted the woman a little breathlessly from the effort of not-quite-running over the grass in the jeweled sandals, “I know this is rude, but can I sit with you?” She felt her family’s eyes boring into her back. She knew they were talking, trying to decide if it would be more humiliating to have to drag her back or to have her seen talking to someone like Val. She only had a little time before they decided; she only had a little time for Val to decide if the girl with the short black hair and green saree was worth talking to.

[the-phantom-reaper]

"In Ionia, they believe that phoenix pox is a punishment for impure thoughts and desires. It's a manifestation of your inner filth trying to escape through your skin. Have you done anything especially hideous lately?" [bringingrevolution]

“Nothing particularly horrendous of late.” Vlad smirked, though it was difficult to convey his usual devious demeanor with his skin riddled with horrendous pustules. “Unwarranted murder? Nope.” He shrugged, enduring the flare of fire for the sake of the gesture. “Licentious gossip? Not even slightly.” Vlad sighed, “Though, if that were the case, I’m fairly certain that others would find themselves delightfully infected more often.”

[the-phantom-reaper]

“My, my, aren’t we bold?” Vlad mocked. “You underestimate me if you believe I’ll ever become victim to the souls I’ve taken.” He shrugged, a wicked grin twisting across his mouth. “Nice to know you are just another one of the most pleasant people who make assumptions about me.” Turns out Dev’s just like everyone else, a delightful thing to remember.

He reveled in Dev’s confident eye-contact. 

“Hold on, let me ask my souls if they hate me for taking them.” His gaze flickered down to his chest before returning to stare at Dev. “Nope. They’re all very pleased with my work. Considering I don’t torture them like Thresh, I’ll admit they’re extremely content with their current residence.”

[bringingrevolution]

“You’re a Noxian War Mage. I’m Ionian, I’ve seen what you monsters do.” Hatred twisted Dev’s pretty face, viridian eyes dark with a combination of gloating and loathing. Had he been the one to curse Vlad, he could not have looked gladder to see him so stricken. “Or are you going to lie about that too? You Noxians are known for your deceiving tongues – along with so many other unpleasant qualities.”

He glanced at the lantern uneasily, then back to Vlad’s face. “Don’t pretend to be a savior. You’re still holding them captive instead of just letting them go. A gaoler who doesn’t torture them might be preferable to one that does but that doesn’t stop them from being a monster.”

If Dev hadn’t been so scared of being infected, he might just reached out and poked one of those painful-looking blisters. It’d serve Vlad right!

[the-phantom-reaper]

"In Ionia, they believe that phoenix pox is a punishment for impure thoughts and desires. It's a manifestation of your inner filth trying to escape through your skin. Have you done anything especially hideous lately?" [bringingrevolution]

“Nothing particularly horrendous of late.” Vlad smirked, though it was difficult to convey his usual devious demeanor with his skin riddled with horrendous pustules. “Unwarranted murder? Nope.” He shrugged, enduring the flare of fire for the sake of the gesture. “Licentious gossip? Not even slightly.” Vlad sighed, “Though, if that were the case, I’m fairly certain that others would find themselves delightfully infected more often.”

[the-phantom-reaper]

“Being Noxian is enough?” Vlad smirked, tilting his head slightly. An incredulous smile spread across his mouth and he lifted his hand to hide it. “If that’s true, tell me why all of Noxus isn’t a raging cesspool of lepers right now.” An amused laugh crossed his shoulders and he simply had to ignore the irritation that flashed across his skin.

“And perhaps indeed.” Vlad snarked, “But if this is the worst they could do, well..” He caught himself. Though he was feeling particularly sarcastic, he didn’t really want to provoke an external power to smite him down. “Well, let them know their message was received loud and clear. I’ll relay the message to their loved one if I happen to have their soul in possession.”

[bringingrevolution]

“Maybe it is and nobody’s noticed the difference. How would anyone tell if a Noxian is looking fouler than usual when you have monsters like Urgot and Sion lurching around?” Dev sneered, giving Vlad a deliberately slow once over,  disgust dripping from his tone. “Though compared to you, they look like blooms of the water lily. I hope you do infect the rest of Noxus. Then at least you’ll all look as hideous on the outside as you are on the inside.”

“One day, when those souls are freed, they’ll put you through torments that’ll make those blisters seem like nothing,” he predicted with all the surety of a prophet though he was nothing of the sort. He gave a little toss of his head, emerald eyes meeting Vladimir’s with his usual fearlessness. “And they will pay as little heed to your screams for mercy as you paid to theirs.”

[the-phantom-reaper]

"In Ionia, they believe that phoenix pox is a punishment for impure thoughts and desires. It's a manifestation of your inner filth trying to escape through your skin. Have you done anything especially hideous lately?" [bringingrevolution]

“Nothing particularly horrendous of late.” Vlad smirked, though it was difficult to convey his usual devious demeanor with his skin riddled with horrendous pustules. “Unwarranted murder? Nope.” He shrugged, enduring the flare of fire for the sake of the gesture. “Licentious gossip? Not even slightly.” Vlad sighed, “Though, if that were the case, I’m fairly certain that others would find themselves delightfully infected more often.”

[the-phantom-reaper]

“Perhaps.” Vlad narrowed his eyes, “I’ve lost track of the number of people I’ve killed.” He shrugged, “Being a Noxian War Mage does that to a person.” Vlad stared darkly at Dev, as if to insinuate threat.

“Betrayal?” He scoffed, “My dear, if that were the case, Kalista would be harvesting the most atrocious of people.” Vlad crossed his arms tightly across his chest, grimacing as it provoked the irritated pustules to protest in burning agony.

[bringingrevolution]

“Kalista only harvests souls when asked to. If nobody’s called her, then she can’t do anything.” At least, that was what Dev had heard. It had come from enough different sources for him to be fairly confident of its accuracy. He studied Vlad for a few minutes more, mouth twisting into a sneer of distaste. “Being a Noxian would surely damn you alone. Being a War Mage...” He shrugged, a cold smile flitting across his lips briefly. “Perhaps some surviving relatives of your numerous victims cursed you. Who could blame them for wanting revenge for the atrocities that you have committed?”

[the-phantom-reaper]

"In Ionia, they believe that phoenix pox is a punishment for impure thoughts and desires. It's a manifestation of your inner filth trying to escape through your skin. Have you done anything especially hideous lately?" [bringingrevolution]

“Nothing particularly horrendous of late.” Vlad smirked, though it was difficult to convey his usual devious demeanor with his skin riddled with horrendous pustules. “Unwarranted murder? Nope.” He shrugged, enduring the flare of fire for the sake of the gesture. “Licentious gossip? Not even slightly.” Vlad sighed, “Though, if that were the case, I’m fairly certain that others would find themselves delightfully infected more often.”

[bringingrevolution]

“Gossip isn’t enough to bring down a blight of that nature,” Dev informed Vladimir, staying well back from him lest his infection spread. As much as Dev admired the hospitals and doctors of Zaun, he had no desire to experience their treatments first hand. (Besides, he’d heard they sometimes got too enthusiastic about treatment and as much as Dev was in favor of progress, he did not want to end up as someone’s guinea pig!) “It would have to be something truly heinous. Betrayal. Murder. Or perhaps all your past sins are catching up to you now.” The ‘of late’ indicated that Vlad had committed offenses in the past and the way he mentioned unwarranted murder and licentious gossip as if they were equally bad made Dev doubt the other’s moral integrity.

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[bringingrevolution]

Science & Shurmia

There was a person floating down the street with no visible hoverboard that Dev could see. Without any hesitation, he ran forwards, jumping in front of the person to block their passage. He knew better than to grab people to get their attention (especially in Zaun, that was likely to earn you a smack to the face) but just blocking their path ought to be enough, right?

“How are you doing that?” He demanded breathlessly, eyes wide with wonder as he kicked the air under the man’s feet to see if there was a flow of air he could disrupt. He felt nothing, though with his thick, steel-capped black boots, it might’ve been more of a miracle if he had felt anything. “How are you floating? Do you have anti-gravity shielding around you? Is it a suspension core in your shoes?”

They were very pointy shoes. Very thin. They didn’t look very technologically advanced but then, every inventor had their own personal aesthetic. Perhaps this man just liked to hide his creations in normal clothing to make them all the more surprising.

“Is it magnets? Air flow? Are you going to present it at the International Scientific Symposium?” Dev had planned to attend and already started to schedule all the different panels he wanted to take part in, but he was willing to change that schedule around if someone had invented a reliable form of levitation.

[bringingrevolution]

Hunters & Haranguing

Noxians were not Dev’s favorite people. Not by a long shot.

And for someone to be known as a rogue, as a picker of locks and a killer for money…

Well. What would you expect from Noxians? They have no regard for the lives of others so why should they respect other people’s property either?

If there’s one thing that Dev disliked about Zaun, it’s how willing they were to overlook crime. Ionia might be a little too proactive but surely there was a middle ground between locking up people like Syndra and just allowing criminals to roam free.

The criminal in question that Dev was staring at is a woman with white hair whom he had just been told had supposedly brought in some big bounty or another.

“And that’s supposed to be an achievement?” He demanded of the table in general but looking directly at Hawke. “What’s the big deal about bounty hunters anyway? If anything, all they do is prove the police are incompetent. If we had a competent police force, we wouldn’t need bounty hunters.”

[bringingrevolution]

i.

You’re four years old and your mother just bathed you naked with your same-age male cousin. Afterwards, she asks you as she dries you whether you see now why you’re not a boy. You shrug and tell her confidently, “Mine’s still growing.”

ii.

You’re nine years old and you’ve just hit your cousin in the face so hard that his nose started bleeding. He deserved it, he took the toy truck away from you because girls don’t play with trucks. First you told him that you’re not a girl, then you told him that girls can play with trucks and when he wouldn’t give it back, you hit him with the doll that he’d expected you to play with instead. Your parents make you apologize but you mutter the insincere words with clenched fists.

iii.

You’re fourteen years old and you’ve just met the man you’re going to marry. He’s older than you by four years and something about the way he looks at you makes you feel hot with an anger that demands outlet. You’ve learnt it’s not appropriate to hit people so you scoop sugar into your tea and imagine gouging out his eyes.

iv.

You’re sixteen years old and having tea with an Elder. Your eagerness to learn has your parents discussing the possibility that you could attend the School of Transcendentalism. You don’t want to. Meditation bores you. What’s the point of sitting around thinking about your soul? Noxians don’t stop to discuss philosophy. They just slaughter. If Ionia’s to have any chance to defend itself, it needs weapons, not words. You tell the Elder that and he looks at your parents.

“Perhaps,” he says dryly, “She would fare better at  Piltover’s Academy of Science.”

v.

You’re eighteen and you’ve told all your professors to call you Dev. You’ve practiced pitching your voice low ever since you arrived and found out about the wonders of binders, found out that there are options here that Ionia doesn’t offer because what does the body matter compared to the soul inside?  In Piltover, you can swagger like a guy, you can spread out and take up space the way that men do. There were hijras back in Ionia but they had to leave their families and live apart from society. You don’t want that. You want to change society and you can’t do that as an outcast.

You hate your family but you need their power. You’ll be their daughter when you have to but in Piltover, you can be yourself.

vi.

You’re twenty and no longer as sure of yourself. Sometimes you want to be a girl, even when you aren’t dealing with your parents. Sometimes you like frills, sometimes you like camo but mostly you like arguing with people. The world changes when people change how they think and you need to get all the practice you can in changing people’s minds before you go back to Ionia. You only have one more year in Piltover and then it’s home for the wedding.

If they make you marry him, you will poison the wedding cake, you promise yourself.

vii.

You’re twenty-two and convinced that Zaun is even better than Piltover. You’ve heard the rumors about the mad scientist Viktor who changes people and sometimes, you think about getting help from him. Mostly you think about the weapons everyone wields, how there’s a time traveling teenager and how all you want is something to even out the odds. Something even the poor villagers can wield, something not too hard to manufacture, something that means they won’t have to rely on the Champions next time the Noxians come.

You are unmarried, you work so steadily on your projects that your nails are dyed black with grease, you are living alone in Zaun and you are happy.

You know this won’t last.

[bringingrevolution]

Witches & Words

Dev knocked boldly on the front door of the residence of the supposed “witch”. There were plenty of witches back in his home city in Ionia, wizened women and men both who claimed to possess wisdom passed down for generations. Dev listened to their speeches and what he heard was that nobody had ever tried anything new. They were content with the wisdom of their forefathers, saying that if it had worked for them, it would work now and why would you meddle with success? Dev’s counter was that just because it worked didn’t mean that there wasn’t something that worked better which they could possibly find if they stopped praying and started experimenting. Needless to say, Dev was not very popular with the witches back home. Nor did he expect to make friends with this “witch” but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here for friendship. He was here for answers. The boy had a small notebook, spiral-bound at the top, tucked into one of his pockets along with two pens. In his other pocket, he had his phone for recording purposes. Between the two of them, he’d find what he needed about these ‘magical potions’ that the ‘witch’ supposedly distributed. No doubt it was nothing but a clever combination of herbs that anyone could make and no magic at all was involved. It was all just trickery. It always was.

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"Layers" Character Meme

[wolvenfangs]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Dev, named Devika at birth. Refuses to give last name and changes first named into Dev Ika instead.

Eye Color: Green.

Hair Style/Color: Black, short bangs, shoulder-length straight locks. 

Height: 5″5

Clothing Style: Loose clothing, androgynous as possible. Favors mesh sleeves or sleeveless tops with cargo pants in camo print or khaki fabric, keeps the pockets stuffed full of things that could be useful. Rarely carries a wallet or bag except a laptop bag sometimes.

Best Physical Feature: Eyes. The green’s pretty bright.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Being disowned before becoming self-supporting, being outed, having to go back home and be trapped in an unhappy marriage and life.

Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate ice cream with little chocolate chips.

Biggest Pet Peeve: People who assume Champions are the only people who can be heroes.

Ambition for the Future: Develop a weapon that can be easily mass-produced or self-produced by Ionians without factories, make enough money to not need to crawl back.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

 First Thoughts Waking Up: “Do I have to be awake?”

What They Think About the Most: What’s everyone else around thinking.

What They Think About Before Bed: How nice it is to finally lie down and rest.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Conviction. Standing against your family isn’t easy and it’s harder still to placate them and follow your own path at the same time. Dev might not have the courage to openly defy them but conviction won’t be forfeit.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single.

To be Loved or Respected: “Loved. Anyone who loves you has to respect you, else they don’t really love you.. Or they’re your parents.”

Beauty or Brains: “Brains. Beauty only gets you in trouble that you need brains to get out of.”

Dogs or Cats:  “Either.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie:  “Yes.”

Believe in Yourself:  "Usually.”

Believe in Love:  “I’ve yet to see it.”

Want Someone:  “No.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: “No.“

Done Drugs:  “No..”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “Yes.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Green. Or blue..”

Favorite Animal: “Panthers.”

Favorite Movie: “Avengers.”

Favorite Game: “Carrom.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “August 10th.”

How Old Will You Be: “Twenty four.”

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “I haven’t yet..”

Does Age Matter: “Yes.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality:  “Understanding.”

Best Eye Color:  “Don’t care.”

Best Hair Color: “Anything except red.”

Best thing to do With a Partner: “Cuddle.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love:  “Getting good grades.”

I feel:  “Tired. Frequently.”

I hide:  “Frequently. That’s what beds are for.”

I miss: “Nothing.”

I wish: “To break away entirely from my parents..”

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