Marta Okeum

{part of operation:nexus} Status: Alive

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{Deuxième} - closed, Caadia

For Marta, participating in a physical game of her own free will was not a normal circumstance. She religiously followed her ballet routine and kept to herself during most of her free time. Though the ballerina didn’t mind actually enjoying the game with the rest of her classmates. 

Though all good things must end and it sure ended. Along with the tremendous pain in her wrists, hands, and back; tails began sprouting out of seemingly no where. One every hour until finally stopping at nine. Oddly enough, the tails growing weren’t very painful. But that was the least of her worries.

With the pain lingering again it proved very hard to do any of her daily exercises. But that wouldn’t stop Marta from trying. She spent 10 minutes stretching her legs out as her tails swooshed around and her body ached. 

It took every ounce of strength for her to continue her exercises until finally giving up all together and heading towards the main room. The giant mirror in there would be beneficial enough to examine the fluffiness blossoming out of her back. 

 “Eh..?” She stared hopelessly into the mirror while trying to pivot her back without the pain becoming too unbearable. 

“So these things... are really connected to me, huh?” Her voice carried into the empty room, bouncing off of hollow walls.

It wasn’t before long another person entered the room. The Ballerina remembered her pretty well from the game the previous day. Her name was... Caadia? At least that’s what she hoped it was before calling out to her.

“Ah, You’re Caadia. Right?” She followed the Barista with the mirror as she continued to examine her tails. 

[subject210-blog]

{Pas de deux} - closed, Matti

Few days had passed since the latest announcement graced Marta’s ears. Hearing from the big nerdy scientist from above was always... a pleasure... What was he talking about the week before, A fantasy baseball team? Or was it volleyball? Actually, the most important thing was that the news he brought with him this time was something much more worrisome. 

“Your bodies are changing and stay alive...” She echoed out, holding her hands together. 

“At least, that’s as much as I got out of it.” Marta nodded, confirming for herself the entire situation she was in. 

While time continued on the Ballerina’s body did indeed start changing. Her back ached and her hands felt like they were burning. The sensation was like she had grabbed a hot pot fresh out of the oven. But she could endure that compared to the vast amount of anxiety she felt about her back. 

Could it really be possible that the two of them were correlated? Marta didn’t remember hurting her back while dancing, but what if that was the case. Never dancing again would ruin her career and surely take away her only form of expression. 

She ached while only wallowing around the room and only leaving for meals. It was just something she had to fix herself, right? Taking charge and resting would surely heal the pain from her back. After that she could worry about the hot sensation emitting from her paws. Though, that in itself was another mystery entirely. 

Though she did try to test if anything cold would cool them down, it seemed like it was inevitable to try and find a solution. In the end, staying in her room and resting was the best idea. And it wasn’t like she was alone all the time either. 

Her voice was soft as she fixed her position on the bottom bunk. “Matthias, you’re kinda weird huh?” 

[calico-blackwood-blog]

4 Days Late With No Starbucks

Calico Blackwood slowly woke up, bleary eyes squinting at the darkness. What time was it? When had he gone to sleep last night? He turned on his side to check the clock on his bedside table… Only to find there was nothing there.

Wait. The hard surface he was lying on was definitely not a bed. Had he fallen out? That hadn’t happened in years. In the middle of his thoughts, Calico suddenly noticed the sound of breathing that wasn’t his own. Startled, the boy scrambled backwards, only to hit his arm against a hard piece of furniture. It didn’t hurt too badly, but he realized that there was another small pain that hadn’t been there before. He also noticed he was in day clothes rather than pajamas.

The lights suddenly flickered on, and Calico’s confusion only grew as he found that he was not, in fact, in his room. His bewildered eyes were drawn to the arrows leading out of the door, and he absentmindedly followed, unsure what else he could do.

The whiteness of the place was a bit unnerving, and the big mirror was interesting but made the boy a bit nervous. There were so many people flooding into the room, and the reflection made it look like there were even more. And speaking of floods, what were the drains for? 

Before any of his numerous questions could be answered, the intercom blared to life, and the startled Calico grew even more confused the more the voice spoke. Sure enough, he rolled up his sleeve to find a barcode where he thought it would be. After the voice faded, he found himself completely unprepared to deal with the current situation. With a gasp of realization he quickly felt around in his pockets– it felt like everything was still there, but– okay, good. A sigh of relief passed the boy’s lips as he confirmed that his treasured belonging was there with him. He reached up to touch the pilot’s badge clipped to his hat, confirming it was there as well.

Now that his initial panic was cleared a bit, the gears in Calico’s mind started whirring, trying to come up with an explanation for the situation he was in. At least he wasn’t alone. Actually, maybe it would be a good idea to acknowledge the people around him. 

Clearing his throat, the boy straightened up a bit and looked around nervously, approaching the first person to make eye contact with him.

“U-Um, hello there! Er, Would you happen to know what exactly is goin’ on…? D-Did I miss somethin’? What did he mean by ‘forever’?”

It was hard to keep the nervous stutter from his voice, and he swallowed, trying to calm down a bit more. He couldn’t just assume that someone else in the room of confused-looking children would actually know what was going on.

“Er, that is, I don’t remember signin’ up for anything like this, d-do you?”

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The color white blared against her irises as the initial announcement came on over the speakers. His words flowed through her brain and wrapped around the walls. While her heartbeat raced to the unanswered questions building up inside, Marta’s face began to flush. 

Luckily enough, she had hardly noticed the boy approaching her. It would be easy for her to push her own worries to the back of her head if she could advise this boy. Yes, that would be good enough for now. 

Putting other people’s problems before her own was a good enough distraction. As she faced her, she gave a small smile.

“Hm? I’m not really sure how much I can recall either. Though my maiu-- Ah um..” She coughed, trying to recover from her stutter.

How embarrassing.

“Memories, aren’t really clear yet either. But don’t worry I’m sure everything is going to be bueno.” Marta nodded, giving his shoulder a reaffirming pat.

Now that they mentioned it, she didn’t really remember signing up for any program like this. But, hopefully by helping him she’d find the answers to her own questions too.

“So let’s stick together and try to find out a clue or something, hmm?”

[subject210-blog]

{arabesque} - OPEN

Earlier on, the announcement that came over the speakers was a bit awkward. Trying to imagine a face to the voice was pretty difficult. Marta imagined a someone in a large white coat, classes, and one of those horribly designed ties with characters on it. You know, the ones with garfield or loony toons on it. 

Their ability to seemingly stumble upon their words was genuinely awkward. Maybe thats what really called for the image of a cliche 90′s tie. But what’s important wasn’t how she imagined them but what they said. Calling forth the memory she repeated it in her head. 

“You’re all going to be here for the span of your natural lives so there’s really no use complaining. After all, you agreed to be here and if there’s anything I hate more than snivelers are complainers. “

Wild, to say the least. Not that anyone would really miss her but she still felt like a bird cramped inside a cage. Even the barcode on her forearm was so surreal. And when exactly did she sign her life away to live in ... whatever this was? 

Instead of continuing to worry about the inevitable truth that she might have been captured, Marta found herself navigating the halls. A few turns here and there and she ended up just outside of the library. The ballerina pulled up her sleeve and held the barcode up to the detector. 

With ease it seemed to unlock the door and allowed her inside. From this point it was eerily dark like when she had first woken up. Though there seemed to be dim lights to help her along. The soft bass of the movie theatre played nearby as she held her breath.

“Ah- ahem..” She tried to make her presence known. “Is anyone in here?”

Unknowing about the seemingly empty room, Marta decided to stride farther into it. She scanned the rows of books as she followed down the center isle. All sorts of genre’s resided on the shelves.

“It’s truly a shame it’s so dark, how is anyone suppose to read in here?” 

[ultimatebloodsport]

Round.1 ✖ Enter the Wolf ✖ Marta

A clouded head and a distinct lack of memories…

Sadly Matthias Wolfram couldn’t say it was his first time experiencing such a sensation. When people crowded around for a fight, tensions got high… blows got dealt and what happened after could very often become a blur. Did he win? Did he lose? He rarely noticed it until the referee raised his arm. Guess that meant he often won, huh.

Rubbing at his eyes with clenched fists he groaned, wishing his memory wasn’t as patchy as it clearly was. Geez, his head was like a colander at this point. Through the gaps in his fist he could, at times, see what appeared to be… well, another person. That meant he wasn’t alone, huh… she didn’t look like a fighter, either. Or a … first aid… person… what sorta name did they go by? He couldn’t quite recall. Never good with words. That was a pain but nobody was perfect. And with a head as dented as his… that was probably no surprise. Still, regardless of his memory this was… just not natural. He could get that now. Something about the entire thing just felt off. He was used to dim lights in crappy arenas but this seemed a whole lot more suspect.

Maybe he was getting paranoid.

Smoothing some hair back he finally gets to his feet and glances out into the hall. Seemed like it was a good idea to get moving but… it didn’t feel right to just leave this stranger here. Maybe she knew something or hell, maybe she was hurting something bad. That was certainly a concept he didn’t know a lot about.

“Hey uhh– sorry if this is all familiar n’ rude n’ all but do you need a hand or what? ‘Cause you don’t look so good, y’know? Maybe it’s just me. Hell, I can’t remember much of an anything, y’know? So I ain’t the best judge of it but hey, I figure you gotta lend a hand if someone looks like they’re troubled deep, right?“

Matthias waves a dismissive hand as if to clear the air. He’s rambling but hey, it’s a stranger and he’s never been the most eloquent speaker. Part of him might just be delaying the inevitable traipsing he has to to into that open expanse of a hallway. All the white hurts his eyes something silly though. It’s not too bad to delay if it’s something that pesky.

[subject210-blog]

Darkness kissed her sight as she fluttered her eyelids open. The pure black began to dissipate as her eyes adjusted to the room around her. Though, it didn’t get much clearer aside from the fact that she was sleeping on the floor and the soft breathing of another individual echoed into her ears.

“...”

As the lights flickered on, Marta sat up to observe the room. It wasn’t exactly elegant but that could be changed. Not that she was planning to spend much time pent up inside a random bedroom with... Whoever that was... Instead, she felt her joints and muscles.

As the boy wondered across the room without saying a thing, he peered into the hallway. Marta took this chance to stretch her legs since being alone with him could be problematic. Though... She did have an interest in him. Why was he with her in the first place?

Actually, thinking back on it her memories beforehand were pretty hazy. Just before she thought about speaking up, his voice popped back into the room.

“Ah..? I should be fine. Stretching is a primary aspect of any ballerina’s life.” She nodded, setting her legs out straight and leaning forward to touch her toes.

It was funny that someone actually wanted to help her since she had always been the one to give advice. Not so much funny as, well, different.

“If it’s not too much of a problem, I wouldn’t mind sticking together until we figure out all the small aspects. You seem pretty nice as well.” 

Without much ease, Marta finished her small stretches and stood to her feet. 

“I suppose we should introduce ourselves, right?” She smiled, giving a small laugh. “Marta D- “ She paused, stumbling on her words and making a fake cough. “A-- Sorry, My name is Marta Okeum. Yours?” 

[octopusgirl]

[subject210-blog]

Heeeyo! My name’s Keith/Keisu, either is fine. I prefer they/them pronouns, I’m from EST gmt -5, ANNNND writing this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I keep getting distracted because my attention span is that of a toddlers. In fact, I just closed the window so I could look up a Nicki Minaj song on youtube and found something completely unrelated and am now jamming out to this. 

Anyway, I’ve never really set out much in the DROC RP community and kinda stuck close to home. Ultimate Bullet Time was the first time I ever came up with a OC or rped in a oc community. I’ve been in UBT as Kohaku Mori, RR as Kaori Natsume, FF as Haru Takeyama, and RRR as Aiko Oshiro. I’m also a mod of RR/RRR.

OK SO I’M SUPPOSE TO WRITE ABOUT MY OC NOW RIGHT?  I’ll be rping as Marta Okeum the ballerina. I wouldn’t say she’s famous, but anyone who has gone to the company’s performances might remember her. She’s very much like a big-sister type of character who listens and gives advice. Though a lot of the time she’d prefer to spend her free time practicing. 

[operationnexus]

Operation: Nexus Welcomes...

Subject 079: Ayumu Asato, Urban Photographer

Subject 085: Calico Blackwood, Wood Carver

Subject 034: Apollo Brandt, Classicist

Subject 069: Lacey Butler, Plumber

Subject 017: Sousuke Eguchi, Inkeeper

Subject 209: Florian Gray, Florist

Subject 060: Jericho Erasmus Raiden Iolo Charlemagne Hieronymous Orion van Halen, Actor

Subject 100: Takara Ito, Debate Captain

Subject 420: Arielle Johnson, Track Star

Subject 266: Toubei Kobayashi, J-Drama Actor

Subject 090: Loïc Chrétien Lévesque, Crown Attorney

Subject 411: Xue Luó, Astronomer

Subject 210: Marta Okeum, Ballerina

Subject 347: Karina Razumovsky, Survivalist

Subject 555: Mayumi Sawada, Hairstylist

Subject 038: Squids, Ink Pen Designer

Subject 300: Riley Stanton, Interior Designer

Subject 196: Ikura Sunadori, Fisherman

Subject 770: Caadia Williams, Barista

Subject 022: Matthias Wolfram, Mixed Martial Artist