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[Recap] ((Incomplete))

Mon Oct 19, 2009, 5:11 PM
Sometime after returning from Gareth's labs, and before the jailing, Parsnip lay in his bed.
He was reflecting upon the recent things he had done. He had murdered a man, no, not a man, Gareth was much lower than man. He was dirt. Filth. He had saved two children from those labs. He had helped end the labs once and for all.
He had also been unable to save the man he had spent so much time with in that cell. Otto Greskn. Kean and Meinuelp's father.

Parsnip turned in his bed to look over at the bookshelf with tired eyes. The bookshelf appeared to be stuffed with nothing but books. Some of the books had blank pages, for they were not books, but empty journals. For the first time in his life, he decided to start writing. He told himself it was an exercise to keep the mind sharp. In all actuality he needed to vent. Somehow. He lifted a journal from it's shelf, grabbed a pen, and began writing.


"I've never done a thing like this before, aside from exercises in the education of my youth.

This recent turn of events has been, to say the least, troubling.

One evening I had left my room, I cannot quite recall the reason as to why. I heard voices coming from Greskn's room that I did not recognize. Far too many voices. I stopped and listened for a moment before revealing my presence. I opened the door to find quite the array of people. Kean was not there, instead there were many people in labcoats, a woman, a black haired man with mousy features, and one more. I would soon learn his name was Gareth. He looked to me with those disgusting eyes as I entered. He would not tell me what was going on. I pushed, and still received no answer. Fearing for Greskn, I resorted to using one of my grenades to force the man into telling me. The mousy man seemed to be some sort of assistant. He took the unconscious woman and fled, along with Gareth. The rotten cowards left their own men to die in the blast. I refuse to feel guilt for those who work for Gareth, however.
I gave chase. Gareth screamed at his assistant to get to 'the car'. He then turned on me with what seemed to be syringes? I released a second grenade and continued after the assistant. This car would lead me to where I needed to go I figured. Upon reaching the front yard, I readied a third grenade and took the assistant and the woman as hostages. Gareth then agreed to show me where Kean was.

He told me I would not like what I was going to see.

He was correct."


(( I'll keep adding to it as I get more. Muse died on me. We really needed a summary of the lab plot. xD; ))
(( The rest will be added in my way of summarizing, as I don't have the time to write so much out. Sorry. ;A; ))

  • Mood: Content

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Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Quick background/Misc facts:
+Part of the now little known Corallus family
+Scars due to a structural collapse at his mansion. Little is left.
+Mother dies in this Collapse, His younger sister, Jezzabelle, is missing, along with his father. He's not the type to dwell on these things, he generally won't mention anything of the sort. He has advanced since the time of posting this. He has met up with his sister and father. It turns out that they had never searched for him, although his sister wanted to. He shuns the new Corallus mansion and continues to live in the slums.
+Clever, but not exactly intelligent.

+A NOTE ABOUT HIS SCARRED EYE: No, it is not made of 3 perfect scars. It is a series of scrapes and deeper cuts angled in a similar direction. ( 3-4 of which are the most prominent. I've yet to create the effect that I want that properly conveys his scarring, which explains why I only usually draw a few.) His eye underneath is completely destroyed. Considering the scar healed without any medical help, he's lucky to have it still resemble a closed eye.

Its silly to me that characters get cuts deep enough on their eyes to leave scars yet the eyes remain completely in tact. Eyelids are pretty thin you know. xD

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: The pile of wood and steel this Greskn child calls 'home'
  • Interests: Analyzing, Taking things apart, putting them back together, Talking, Entertainment
  • Favourite band or musician: The choir that used to play in our wonderful mansion
  • Favourite genre of music: Classical, Opera
  • Favourite style of art: Realism, Abstraction
  • Wallpaper of choice: Cream.
  • Skin of choice: Pampered.
  • Personal Quote: "Don't taint this ground With the color of the past."
  • Tools of the Trade: I've destroyed an entire ballroom with nothing but a shotgun~

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Comments


:icongigi-kinz:
(ooc: *Snipscaress* We had the same birthday... day. yesterday. OH YOU SEXY BEAST, YOU MUST BE FLATTERED TO SHARE THE SAME DATE OF BIRTH AS MOI EUE )
:iconsir-parsnip:
(( DID YOU GET BEAT UP IN A BAR ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? I would hope not.))
:icongigi-kinz:
(ooc: YOU WERE THERE TOO-
I mean.
....

Of course not :iconimthinkingplz: )
:iconcrosserjones:
-A beautiful dagger had been left on Parsnip's bed. It was covered in a nifty design and encrusted with small rubies. A note was attached to it. [link] -

"I just thought I'd get you something nice to make up for how badly I've been treating you. Hope you'll like it.

~ Crosser"
:iconimpeccablemannerisms:
Aha! From first impressions I would judge that you are a fellow believer in the code of gentlemen! C:

How do you do?
:iconsir-parsnip:
-Parsnip looked to this new man. He wondered if he was mocking him somehow.-

Yes, yes I am.
May I ask who you are?
:iconimpeccablemannerisms:
You may.

He paused only for a moment before laughing.

My apologies, I should have introduced my self sooner, yes? I am known by Hesperos.

He extends to Parsnip his bizarrely proportioned hand and a pleasant smile.
:iconcrosserjones:
-It felt good to be back home again, but he had things to get off his chest.-

"Hi. Just letting you know that the walking filth is back home. We need to talk sometime, when you aren't too busy. Also..I hope my son hasn't caused you or anyone else some trouble after our last encounter with him. If it makes you feel better, I'm going to discipline him with my fists.

~ Crosser Jones"

-He neatly folded the letter and shoved it under Parsnip's door-
:iconreckonimrose:
Rose had gotten over sulking a while ago and was back to normal, if not a bit more alert to any signs of potential violence in the house.

Although that event with that one man with the scars still bothered her.

Not because of what actually happened... but because she'd forgotten his name.

Jeez, what was it... Bartboy?



((I wanted to write something in return for your comments for a while now, but couldn't come up with anything other than this. ;A; Sorry~!))
:iconsir-parsnip:
By this point, Parsnip has pushed the whole ordeal far back into his mind. Needless to say though, he won't be hiring Rose.

He would be quite disappointed if he knew she couldn't remember her name.


(( Don't be sorry! xD ))

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