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Green Lantern #54 || Execution
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There was no sound to what went on after Queenie was dropped off into a strange, white hallway. The device that had dragged her in pulled her with such force that rolling to stop left her with several sore spots. Most likely, she would bruise. If she lived that long. It was obvious how it had affect her when she struggled to her feet. Once up, she swayed and was forced to lean on a nearby wall.
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9 and 16 are already done.
21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
To be have the game of mutual killing never happen, to still be friends with who she made friends with, and to be her uncles actual daughter rather than her parents daught
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12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has
Queenie has small feet for her height, she has a burn scar taking up about 40% of her torso, despite her scars she’s more ashamed of her personality than her looks, likes to tuck her hair behind her ear when she’s nervous, and struggles to remember people’s names.
29. Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Silence makes her restless, because it makes her think and then she over thinks and assumes she did something bad.
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8. Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
She’s a quick thinkers. Queenie doesn’t think things through, clearly.
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
Queenie almost exclusively has nightmares. If she remembers her dream, it was a nightmares. She often has vivid, horrific dreams of nurses in a hospital pushing her towards making a certain choice, and no matter what she chooses, people treat her with disgust and remind her how much better it would be if her other were alive instead of her.
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14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Queenie is a solo player. She’s would like to be a team player but never really grew up that way.
15. Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
She has trouble multitasking, and instead does each part of a task seperately.
16. What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Her best: Phys-Ed (Excellent), English (Only in Japan as she’s fluent in English in a class of people who weren’t really) (Excellent), Music (Average), Art (Average), History (Satisfactory)
Her worst: Science (Horrible), Math (Horrible), English (In Canada) (Horrible), French (Failed once), Computer Sciences (Unable to Complete, switched electives)
30 Uncommon Character Development Questions
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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
What are their chief tension areas?
If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?
Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?
Long Live The... || Body Discovery
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The announcement had gone out and now, once again, you and everyone else was out looking for a body.
The morning sun had risen over the horizon, the water illuminating in bright golden waves of the endless ocean. Along the shoreline, upon the docks, a dark shadow was splayed across the dampened wood. Growing closer you found…
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Panic | Chapter 5 | QoS | Location: Pairc Bhlaosc | Open
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Eliot got the blood cleaned off of Queenie and put the rag in the sink, intending to wash it out later. He didn’t want to leave a bloody towel laying around in this place. For now, he stared down at his shirt. That stain was never going to come out, was it? At least it wasn’t one of his more expensive shirts, but still… he liked that one… He frowned, giving a light sigh.
He looked up at Queenie when she spoke again, trying to shove the thought of his bloody shirt out of his mind. “Oh…” Well, that sounded like a huge pain for nothing. “The Band-Aids are in the infirmary, and I don’t want to leave you alone so I can go get one… but… I can at least kiss your nose better. Here.”
Eliot stood in front of her and leaned up, taking her face in his hands as he pecked her nose lightly. “All better.” He lowered his hands, moving to the sink to clean the blood out of the rag.
The Queen of Spades blushed slightly as Eliot kissed her nose. She didn’t really mind that he did that, though she considered it a position exclusive to her uncle. She wished she had a band-aid or something, though. That really would have made her feel better.
She was glad that he didn’t leave for the infirmary though. She would have gotten angry if he did. He probably would have gotten turned into a zombie by Ryoko. She’d lose her only ally here. And nope, that wasn’t happening. She proceeded to wrap Eliot up in a hug.
“Thanks a ton, Eliot. You’re an awesome friend. My nose feels a lot better. Not as good as with a band-aid, but it’s better. Thanks for hiding from the zombies here with me.”
The girl released him from the hug and headed to the door to lock them in the kitchen.
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Eliot was doing his best to humor Queenie, but boy, was it difficult to manage. It was hard to even pretend to believe zombies could be real, ever. Even in a messed-up state like this, he knew zombies were so logically flawed. Plus, Eliot was among the first three people who got sick. If it was a zombie infection, he would be trying to eat everybody already. He decided not to tell Queenie that, though.
He didn’t mind her gripping his shirt, so he let her hang on to him as he led her into the kitchen. “Okay, I’m just gonna clean up your face quick,” he told her, grabbing a washrag and getting it wet under the faucet. He wrung out the excess water, then turned to start wiping up the blood on Queenie.
Queenie followed him all the way to the kitchen in silence. When she wasn’t scared of him, which she was still a little though it didn’t show too much, Queenie was following him like a puppy. this wasn’t actually too abnormal of her, but she didn’t afford this level of affection to anyone except for one person. However, for now she would trust Eliot.
Once they entered the kitchen, she went over to a counter and hoped up on it, waiting for him to treat he wounds like this was some kind of doctor’s appointment. She shuddered at the cold water on his skin. Once he had finished washing off the blood, her expression turned to a pout. There was nothing wrong with her expected for a bloody nose, luckily, and that had stopped on the way over. Still, she had a request.
“Can you get me a band-aid? Preferably one with a puppy print on it but I’ll settle for anyone. I wish Uncle Shiro was here to kiss this better...”
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Pup? That wasn’t his nickname. He wasn’t a puppy. He didn’t understand why she was calling him that, but he decided against bringing it up. It wasn’t particularly important. He just really liked his usual nickname from her.
He gave a small nod. Okay, so the kitchen. He could do that. As long as there was a sink and some kind of cloth, he could clean Queenie up. What she said about Ryoko worried him, but he couldn’t leave Queenie like this and go take care of Ryoko… If only he could clone himself.
Queenie grabbed him, and Eliot blinked his eyes open wide, startled. He watched her and listened, realizing she was being incredibly earnest. There was no reasoning with this, so he humored her.
“I think you must be right,” he agreed seriously, resting his useless hands atop Queenie’s shoulders. “We’ve got to watch out for each other, okay? But we can’t hurt anybody unless we both agree they are obviously a zombie out to eat us. We have to make sure. So don’t hurt anybody without asking me, okay?”
Good, that seemed like a great way to keep Queenie from attacking an innocent student. “Now come on, I’m going to get you cleaned up.” He dropped his arms, turning to head to the kitchen.
Queenie was completely unaware that she had called him by the wrong nickname. In fact, she got it about as wrong as she could possibly go. Yet she remained completely unaware.
Eliot could not know how relieved but also terrified she was when he agreed to her crazy theory. She could had no clue that the two of them were also infected. Instead, she decided it was best to agree with him. Nobody survived alone for long in a zombie apocalypse. She’d need him, if only to be her emotion stability through the long and arduous journey. Yes, because everything was like her comics.
“Thank you Eliot. personally, I think you should get rid of people before they become a zombie, but I don’t think I have the guts for that. Besides, zombies are dumber and easier to take care of. Plus, I know that stupid bear man and his purple executioner friend are probably waiting for someone to kill one of the zombies before sending out a cure and that will be neither you nor me.”
She trotted behind him. Okay, he could lead. She would probably take them somewhere nice and safe, with good places to sit. Like the library. Then she could push shelves over and crush zombies! But the kitchen worked too. She decided to keep and eye on Eliot in the easiest way possible by grabbing the back of his shirt loosely while he led her to their destination.
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Eliot didn’t mind Queenie’s weight on him, though he would have liked being able to use his hands to perhaps support her a bit better. And, yes, he definitely wouldn’t be able to defend her very well with them how the were - she was right about that. Still, he didn’t anticipate that he would have to defend her. They would both be fine.
Eliot chuckled lightly. “Alright, well, thank you.” He wondered briefly if she really did know how to break someone’s legs. That sounded like an awfully difficult task, and she didn’t seem to have anything on her person that could help her manage such a feat. Either way, he wasn’t going to hurt her. “I suppose I do need the protection.”
Ryoko was in the infirmary? Eliot wondered how she was doing, but if she was in the infirmary, she probably wasn’t feeling great. Eliot frowned. He wanted to take care of her, too, but he could only handle one person at a time. “Ryoko isn’t going to hurt you. I won’t let her. But alright, I’ll take you to the kitchen, then, and clean you up there. How does that sound?”
The Queen of Spades nodded rapidly when he confessed to needing protection. Yes, Eliot needed lots of it. Especially if she used him as a meat shield, which she intended to so at the first sign of danger. It was selfish and mean, but Queenie couldn’t help how she was.
“Don’t worry though, pup, I’ll make sure to keep you safe. But we can’t go to the infirmary. The kitchen it much better. Ryoko is being really weird right now. She’s making weird noises and looks like she’s dying and-”
Queenie cut off as a sudden and impossible thought came to her. She grabbed the front of Eliot’s shirt desperately. Looks like the clinging act wasn’t quite over. The teal haired girl’s eyes were full of honest concern. she honestly believed what was going to come out of her mouth next.
“It’s a zombie plague! I has to be! It explains why we’ll kill each other. They’re going to eat out brains Eliot! The Walking Dead and Marvel Zombies didn’t prepare me for this! I actually did read a PSA comic on zombie protection... But it was actually a metaphor for hurricanes! That’s not help! We have to go find somewhere to hide! Do you think the kitchen’s still safe?!”
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Eliot watched her carefully, worried she would dart off - so when she was suddenly running toward him, it sent a pang of panic through his system. He expected to be tackled to the ground and punched in the face, but instead…
“Oof-!”
Well, a hug was much, much better than being tackled. Eliot smiled a little, wrapping his arms around her. He would have patted her back, but he didn’t want to hurt his hands. He simply held her securely, comfortingly. This was a huge improvement, but… Gross, she was getting blood on his shirt. Yuck.
“It’s alright, I’ll keep them from hurting you, okay?” he offered, assuming simply telling her ‘no they aren’t’ wouldn’t go over well. “I’ll watch out for you, and I won’t let anyone get near you. I’ll make sure they all know not to mess with you.”
He gave a light chuckle. “I won’t hurt you, but I’ll keep that in mind. I know I don’t stand a chance against you. Are you ready to go into the infirmary and clean up?”
The Queen of Spades was a little relieved when Eliot patted her on the back. It was a a little comforting when the boy patted her one the back. However, the teal haired girl was softly leading a big bloody stain on his shirt. Have fun washing that out, Eliot.
Though he’d made her feel better, she wasn’t entirely convinced that he’d be able to protect her. She shook her head and finally released him from her hug, though she still leaned on him almost completely. Yep, Eliot was going to be her safety blanket for the neck little while.
“You can’t defend me Eliot when you can’t use your hands, but don’t worry. We can both run away from people. Oh, and if you don’t try to kick me, in which case I would break your legs, I’ll make sure nobody hurts you either. You probably need the protection with your hurt hands.”
She sounded almost worried about him, but she was still clearly more concerned about herself than anything else. “I don’t want to go to the infirmary goes. That Ryoko girl is there. I know she’s gonna hurt me! Plus, I heard scary noises!”
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Eliot was puzzled. He was so absolutely baffled by this. He didn’t understand why the hell everyone was acting so weird. It was so frustrating! He just wanted to have a fun time, and everyone was being the opposite of fun. If it was the motive, he hated this motive. What a stupid motive.
He was at a loss for what to do. He didn’t want to make her think he was going to hurt her, but he also really wanted to help her. She needed help right now. She was going to drive herself insane and hurt herself even more.
“Look, [REDACTED], I’m seriously not gonna hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt anyone. I can’t even use my hands, I mean look at them.” To show her, he kept his hands up and tried to flex his fingers outward. Only a few of them moved, and even then they didn’t move much. He flinched from the pain. “You know it’s me, right? It’s Eliot. Let me clean you up, and I’ll make you something to eat again, okay?”
He really couldn’t hurt her, could he? The Queen of Spades watched him try to move his fingers carefully. Maybe he was able to kill her with his feet? Was he was master of kickboxering? Well, she could keep his legs out of the way. she was strong and he couldn’t stab her in the back because he couldn’t stab anything else.
She didn’t telecast any movement before she rushed forward. She wrapped him up in a hug. Yes, safe Eliot. Eliot wouldn’t hurt her. Everyone else in this village, including those that were much smaller and weaker than her were a threat, but Eliot could be trusted because he was pretty much helpless.
“Eliot! I’m really scared! Someone’s gonna come and kill me and I don’t know what to do! I’m really weak!” She buried her bloody face into his shoulder. Have fun washing that out Eliot. He had taken the place of her toy dog was a safety object at the moment. “You can’t hurt me though, so it’s okay you are here, but if you attack me, I’ll kick your ass!”
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Eliot blinked, mildly startled as Queenie sat upright… Oh, she was bleeding! That wasn’t good. She hurt her nose when she fell, apparently. Okay, so he would need to run her back into the infirmary with him, make sure the bleeding stopped, clean her up…
Well, there she goes. Eliot watched her scramble away from him, his mouth slightly agape. He didn’t understand what he had done to freak her out so badly. He just wanted to help her. “Uh… Well, I’d prefer you didn’t hurt me,” he said, holding his hands up as if in surrender.
“I’m just gonna help you, okay? Your nose is bleeding. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” He got to his feet, stepping toward her and offering a bandaged hand. He couldn’t grab her with it, really, but she could use his arm to lift herself up.
The girl tried to stifle the amount of blood coming out of her nose, but it ended up dripping out of her hand instead. She’d bashed her nose on the ground quite hard and was lucky she didn’t end up breaking it on impact. That would have been very dangerous.
When Eliot stepped towards her, she flinched like he’d made a threat. Even though all logic would tell her he was helpless, she saw someone big and aggressive. Just imagine Bane. Right now, Eliot was Bane. and not even comic Bane or the Christopher Nolan Bane. No, the one from Batman and Robin, the one that seemed ready to tear anything apart on sight.
“So, you’re not gonna help. You’re gonna hurt me. I know it! Everyone is trying to hurt me and I know it!” She cowered behind her arms, ready to run at any moment if he touched her.
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Eliot was not at all used to being sick. As well as he was doing in his current state of mind, the symptoms were still getting to him, so he occasionally stopped by the infirmary to medicate himself and keep the symptoms at bay - for the most part. It didn’t seem like the medicine did much good, really.
He emerged from the infirmary just in time to catch the tail end of someone falling down. Upon proper inspection, he discovered it was Queenie. Okay. Well, he should probably check on her, right? Yeah…
“Hey, [REDACTED],” he called, using her real name as he approached her. “Are you alright?” He stopped beside her, crouching down to put a hand on her shoulder.
The Queen of Spades scrambled to her hands and knees when she heard a voice. and they used her name? How did they know that? Nobody knew that except for her and the staff. Well, Eliot knew but still! Eliot was dangerous!
Something dripped down her face. She jumped to a sitting position, her hairs going to her nose. Oh, it seemed like she had given herself a nose bleed. Tears began to gather in her eyes. As far as she saw it, someone did this to her. They hurt her!
“E...” She let out a small sound before it erupted into a scream of terror. She scrambled away from the boy. “Stay away from me! I-I can hurt you if you come near! I’m not lying!”
Feeling Kinda... || Ryoko || Chapter 5 Motive Reaction || [OPEN]
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Ryoko instinctively let out a whimper the moment she heard footsteps coming toward her. What was that? Was the big bad bear was going to kill her?
Ah, no….she vaguely recognized the voice. Very un-bear-like. Thank goodness…
“Uu…uuuuu….Spades…sama….”
After a moment, Ryoko lifted her head to face the taller girl and let out another sniffle. Oh, how lucky she was. The Queen of Spades was so brave, so noble, so selfless. A real live super hero! A knight in shining armor to rescue poor Ryocchan! What a wonderful person…
She hadn’t bothered to wipe the tears off her face. Actually, she doesn’t seem to be making any effort to move at all beyond moving her head. She took a moment to process Queen’s words before letting out a timid reply.
“Oh… It’s… Ryocchan do…doesn’t…uuuu… Ryocchan doesn’t wanna make Spades-sama sick though, uuunngh…”
Okay, so it looks like she actually expects to be carried. Thanks, Ryoko.
It looked like Ryoko trusted her, at least a little. That was good. the Queen of Spades was worried that’s she’d cry and insist that Queenie was trying to kill her. Now if only she was willing to walk to the infirmery herself. It was a long trip and Queenie would much prefer not to do all the walking for her.
However, the fact that Ryoko was concerned about her health was a little bit endearing. Yeah, she might get sick, but she’d been exposed for Ryoko this way anyway, so the threat was about the same.
“Don’t worry about me, little kitty.” She flinched internally at the fact she’d used the nickname she’d given to Mitsuo for Ryoko. “I’ve got an amazing immune system. Haven’t been sick a day in my life. I’ll be fine. Now let me take you to the infirmary. Then I’ll make sure that nobody comes in and hurts you, okay? I’m your personal guard dog.”
She gave a falsely playful wink and linked over to pick up the pink kitten. Even if she didn’t have Ryoko’s permission yet, there was no way she was just going to leave he there. and out of the athletic people here, Queenie wasn’t sure if someone else would be willing to offer their help.
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“U-Uwaaaaah…. Nn…Nooooo…”
Monokuma had barely finished speaking when a pitiful voice had made itself heard among the crowd–sniffling and sniveling and falling apart at the seams. What a familiar voice…kind of. The voice sounded exactly like Ryoko Yomihiro, but the tone…it’s so uncharacteristic, isn’t it? Even if the face of all hat had happened.
Ah, but anyone who had bothered to look over could see that an unmistakably familiar pink-haired girl had resigned herself to the floor, tightly hugging her knees against her chest. She buried her head in them, choking and sobbing and blubbering out useless words.
“Uuu…Uwaaah…Ryocchan do…doesn’t want to die…. U-uuungh… It’s not…fair…*hic!* Ryocchan doesn’t want to die now! Ryocchan… Can finally… Wa…awaaah…someone…someone heeelp…. Ryocchan…Ryocchan is scareeed…uguuuuh… Someone…someone save Ryocchan… Puh…please…huuu…”
Looks like she’s not going to stop anytime soon. Oh, boy.
Queenie was lucky not to get hit with any of the powder. She couldn’t imagine what would happen to her if she was infected. The thought of killing for her cure scared her. She was just a comic collector but had studied several forms of martial arts to be a better comic reader and writer. that meant she could be very deadly if she wanted to be.
But lucky only went so far, as other people were clearly infected. She didn’t expect to hear some crying to her left? Had someone had a break down? She looked over and saw... The Pink Panther? Ryoko always seemed really tough but now she was on the ground crying like a child. Queenie couldn’t help but walk over and lean down.
“It’s alright, Pinkie. You’ll be fine. We’ll get you right to the infirmary and you’ll be safe.”
Surely the other girl was infect at this point. The bear did say something about making them not act like themselves. She didn’t expect a change this dramatic though.
“Now, can you walk by yourself, or with the big strong Queen of Spades have to carry you there herself?”
