“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)
0:00 - 0:20 “Y.. you know, when I was a child.. my f..father would t-take me everywhere. He.. worked as a.. mechanic. He'd teach me everything.. H.. how to fix the engine.. how th-the— I.. I don't remember much.. never wrote extensively on it..”
0:20 - 0:55 “M..mother wasn't around.. I never wrote about her,m..maybe I did, m-maybe she was around, b..but wasn't noted.. I had many notebooks in the apartment, I.. find no use to most..”
0:55 - 1:34 “Oh, no.. she was.. alive. I-I had an entry t..talking about her d..eath dated to a decade ago.. Father acted strange after the fact, I..I think it's what killed him in the end. He went.. missing just a year after.. judging b-by the entries I've made after that.”
1:34 - 2:03 ”I doubt he's still alive, a-after so long.. He was never a strong man in will, b.. but he was a good man, I.. know. I wish I remembered him beyond my notes.”
0:00 - 0:15 “It's.. cold out tonight... I'm.. quite f-far away from the house.. The city is.. desolate. N..No sign of life..”
0:16 - 0:28 “[Silent footsteps and shallow breathing]”
0:29 - 0:57 “I-I wonder if I can still g-get in the apartment... [shudder] Dear gods, i-it's freezing.. How—how'd I survive in— in a trashbag..? If I wouldn't b-be shot dead, I'd hav—have become an ice cube...”
0:58 - 1:21 “..I'm h-hoping I know where I'm g-going.. In al..all honesty, I can.. can't remember where m..my apartment is.. But if I get lost.. it's whatever.. M-My loss.. I can probably shelter out i-in the nearby structures i..if morning comes befo-re I get to my ap— apartment.. aaahh, might r-run into other survivors.. they might get aggressive..”
0:05 - 0:20 “I-I need to find her. I'm bringing her back.. I can't.. She's not dead.. She's still alive, I.. I kn-know it . She's.. out there. I'll find her.”
0:00 - 0:12 “[Sobbing] G-Gods, please.. I keep.. It's all.. o-oh.. I can't.. I can't do this.. [rustling] my— I'm a sick.. sick.. creature.. F..forgive me.. I need.. to survive..”
