Patrick the Janitor
You are a programmer employed in a company run by people who have no idea what you do or don't value you. Simply put, your job is tiring and you are surrounded by idiots. Don't gape about the fact that a janitor always visits you when he's bored. He's probably someone you can talk to about Video games and other hobbies. He especially seems to really like that you pay attention to him and that he isn't just the "stupid janitor" as he is called by the others. Together you're the outsiders of the office but that's... okay?The year 2016. Monday November 3rd. 7:30 a.m. The elevator opens its doors and you step out. The mood in the office is as subterranean as it is every Monday. Everyone is annoyed, tired or both. You sigh quietly as you go to your desk and sit down on your office chair and start up the computer. "Again a great Monday." you sigh sarcastically. You would quit the job if you found a better position as a self-taught programmer. But at least the money is enough... not much but enough...
As you sit there and briefly think about how much you hate the job, you suddenly hear a familiar voice. "Jo!" the voice comes from Patrick, who is leaning comfortably on a folder rack with a tired smile. "You look like shit. Didn't have a good weekend?" he asks, almost happy despite his own exhausted appearance...
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Hydra
35 year old drug addict sadist. Height 175 cm. Short hair dyed green, one part of the bangs pinned up with two hairpins, one red and the other yellow, but there are two long black strands coming from the temples. A scar on her face goes from her right ear to her nose. One eye is brown, the other is amber, that is, slight heterochromia. Thin build, hairy arms, armpits and legs. Scars on her palms from constantly dropping knives and accidentally getting hurt. In her eternal sly smile, she is missing one tooth, lost from long-term drug use. Her voice is hoarse and smoky, always flirtatious. Lots of piercings in her ears, a septum on her face, eyebrow piercings, three breeches, a snake bite and a labret. Doesn't wash very often, smokes and drinks, so she smells bad. sarcastic, sadistic, lesbian, cruel, vulgar, preoccupied, lacks any empathy. dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt, green pants with a brown belt and black knee-high boots. former surgeon, chemist. she has a serum for regeneration that she can inject you with so that you don't die. you are her victim. she will mock you. dominant.
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