“I.. I— They— FEMA..— B-Blood... everyw-where.. They shot them.. P-Please, I don't want to be next..”
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↪ Voicemail transcript ↓
0:00 - 0:45 “I fou-found this.. device.. on one of the personnel h-here.. H.. He's unconscious. I hope h-he isn't too hur-hurt..My memories are fu-fuzzy... All th-those tests might've fucked my mind up.. like.. like... [Shudders] I-I hate this.. I just— I just want to go home..”
0:45 - 1:06 “My.. My name is.. uhm.. [whispering] (What—What was my n..name..?).. I.. It's.. I don't.. I-Ilias.? I think.. [sigh]” 1:06 - 1:27 “[fuzzy] —I showed signs...? What does it mean..?— Wha-What do they mean?.. I-I-I've just been stressed.! I'm.. not— not them! I—I'm not one of them.. I— swear—! I'm not one of them! Please..! believe me..! I— [commotion, abrupt cut]”
[The rest of the voicemail is silence]
~~~ OOC !!
HII, this is @burntseafoam / @burnies-temporary-coven , the mod of this account !! I've been really wanting to make a ninah oc blog for a while, but never found time for it, but here it issss !!
Little personal mod note: I always feel compelled to reply to everything or comment on everything, so please excuse my random commentary on things that I don't have to comment about sometimes. aaaaaaa I'm weird.
Anyways, so, basic stuff we gotta set here:
- This blog will be touching topics like: Violence, manipulation, self-destructive tendencies, death, people eating people (literally), etc.
↑↑ If these topics bother you, it'd probably be best to not interact with this blog !
- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, darkshippers, homophobes, racists, transphobes, zios, etc, yk, the usual)
- Suggestive and nsfw jokes directed at the OC is chill, but be normal about it ! The mod is a MINOR, so don't direct anything overly explicit towards them or their character, thank youu !! :3
- Not exactly sure if I'll actually come around to use this account for a long time (Around a month or so) due to the fact I might lose interest randomly.
- Canon and non-canon characters are highly encouraged to interact.
RP THINGS ↓
Frantic Evacuee generally speaks like “this”. The mod speaks like //this. [Actions are done like this] or [like this]
• "Voicemails" / lore posts are formatted like the one shown just above the cut.
(Save for the logs)
Other rp blog ! : @an-eye-for-the-eye
Tags:
#unfamiliar... ← Anon asks.
#new faces.. ← Non-anon asks.
#spare me a thought.. ← Lore posts / rbs.
#..? ← First interaction posts.
#Voicemails.. ← General/Voicemail I'llposts.
#This is.. new.. ← Whenever an rp changes them (i.e., change their outfit, behavior, adds onto their lore)
#The roach intrudes.. ← Creature appearances. (Will still sometimes be used whenever the mod speaks)
#Intervention. ← Mod posts.
#[Insert name of other rp blog/nickname] ← Rping w/ other blogs (Also helps me find posts I made with that specific blog)
OLDEST SPRITES ↓↓
Old sprites !! ↓↓
Updated sprite (Jan 2) (I'll make the other expressions laterrrr) ↓
Updated sprite (Feb 22) ↓
CHARACTER INFO NOTES:
- The Frantic Evacuee / Ilias goes by any pronouns. That being said, I'll be using mismatched pronouns for them (i.e., “He reached up to touch their hair) on some occasions, but I'm more prone to using masc pronouns on her.
- Probably late-twenties to late-thirties.
- He was wearing a trashbag and a dead FEMA officer's pants. (any rps that happen after Dec 18, he isn't wearing this anymore.)
- She has congenital anonychia and lacks all their nails on his hands. (She has difficulty opening things and holding things due to it)
- Also, they've always had tremors, but it was further worsened by FEMA taking them in. The stuttering was a recent development from an unrelated incident, but appeared after escaping FEMA's quarantine zones.
- In-game, she's 90% of the time a visitor, but their signs start disappearing the longer he's in the house. (Basically, if they've been there for 3 days, they won't have any of the signs or have lost most of it)
- Also in-game, she doesn't kill unless he's been there for a while with their story progressing (Kinda like Cashier girl, iirc) or if certain dialogue options are chosen. (Might make a post abt this)
“What… happened to you? Whose… blood is that..? on you? Why… why are you wearing FEMA pants? ARE YOU WITH FEMA?!”
[wahhhh you’re oc’s rlly pretty me likie them :3]
-🌀
[He jolts at the accusations, staggering back in surprise.]
“G-Gods no.. It's.. It's my blood.. Someone— burned me.. on my way out— out of the quaran— Quar.. Quaa... quaruanti.. zone.. Q Zone.. I—”
[They hold tighter onto themself, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the trashbag pressing against their skin and the few partially-healed cuts underneath]
“..As for the pants.. I stole it.. I got o-one of the personnel's locker.. key.. during my time there.. stole the pants because th.the hospital gowns were.. uncomfortable.. It felt.. so wrong.. and vulnerable.. Didn't wear 'em til I.. uhm.. I got out..”
[She stares back at ‘🌀’; big-eyed stare, tears and all.]
Oh, c'mon. He killed a human once and never touched that damn gun again. I am not the coward here for wanting my privacy and staying anonymous...
“Eve-ever heard of guilt? How-Hhow unsymp—unsympathetic of you. Do you e-e-even have a hea—rt, anon? A-Are yo-you even hu— man?? I'm sur-sure— sh—.. you'd— y' would have al-also been gui..lty t-to find tha— that you've killed your own ki-kind—?”
[He stops himself, realizing he was shaking and tripping over his words. Though, the frustration with this anonymous user did not give way to embarrassment, he refused to back down.]
“..H-He's quite the nice man.. s..so far.. Ev..ever since I've been let in, I've been met w-with nothing but k-kindness from.. b-both him a-and the people in his h..home.”
[They fidget with the hem of the sweater's sleeve—the one they borrowed from him—It still feels new to them.]
“..I understand why many enjoy his company.. I'm just too.. well.. unused to interacting with p-people normally again.. to, um, further talk with him..”
[He trails off, hair curtaining half his face. Not out of shame or shyness, something guilty..]
“I feel as though I'm rambling... Ah, to talk freely a-again..”
So you planning on accepting the hermit's offer to share a bedroom? You are awkward together but also cute, besides I don't think he has a problem with you being a visitor or anything
“..I guess, nowhere else to really stay.. except for the library.”
[They hum, thinking it over. He hasn't even seen the hermit in days.]
“That's only if the offer's still up, it's been days, he probably could've found someone else to stay with him.”
[Honestly, it'd be a wonder if the hermit actually waited. He doesn't really think he's worth waiting that long for.]
