[Meme from [link] 'u']

1. Does Kean make you hot?
Excuse me? Well she has placed hot metal dangerously close to my person.

2. What advice would you give Meinuelp?
Instead of blaming your failures on others, actually be there for the ones you claim to care about.

3. Gigi is actually Kean in disguise, you know.
Impossible.

4. Squam just got vaporized in a freak accident. Now what?
-He taps his chin in thought.- (( How Fitting xD ))

5. Would you open a mystery gift Nolan just gave you, without much hesitation?
I would suppose so. I barely know the man.


6. Do you do anything special with Jones (Crosser)?
No.

7. Oh no, Angel got kidnapped by aliens! What do you say once they get back?
I ask her if she's alright, of course. Although Aliens do not exist. I would assume it was personal business she left on with a bad excuse. She really doesn't need to make excuses. Hn.

8. What do you think about Otto?
-He struggled with this one. The generator asked for names, and he had put the first people to come to mind. After some thought he skipped this one. He didn't want to think much about it anymore. Although he did start drinking coffee because of him.-

9. Have you ever been in Friedrich's house?
Good heavens no!

10. Name something you have in common with Haruka?
Honestly I don't know.

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; ))

Parsnip's belongings were all still there in his room, though his presence was elsewhere. He had not been at the house for days. Though if it were up to him, he would have been back by now.

Parsnip has been charged with breaking and entering. He sat in his cell, awaiting his trial date. The minimum sentence for breaking and entering was two years, if he remembered correctly. These coming weeks were going to be difficult.

Plus, the food tastes like shit.


(( BUMP BUMP BUMP Writing stuff to hurry this up, just don't know when I'll be finished. SCHOOL AND COMMISSIONS, YOU SURE MAKE ME BUSY. Snips needs to be back in time to make fun of an injured Crosser >:C ))

(( SPAMMAGE GO ))

1. This survey gets a little personal; can you handle it?

-Arms crossed, he tapped a finger on the sleeve of his shirt.-


2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?

I do not own a cellphone.


3. Were you happy when you woke up today?

Not in the least.

4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?

_{A gentleman from the morgue.}


5. What are you excited for?

Bringing Lidya and Gayel back to their father.

6. What were you doing yesterday?

Sleeping. Vomiting.


7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you.

-He skipped this question. He honestly could not remember it had been so long.-


8. What's the last thing you put in your mouth?

Water.

9. Have a best friend?

-Another question skipped.-


10. Are you scared to fall in love?

I don't need it.

11. Do you think teenagers can be in love?

-He shrugged-


12. Last person you wanted to punch in the face?

That Crosser fool.


13. What time is it right this second?

-He pulled out an elegantly carved pocket watch, made for him by Kip.- 7:13pm.


14. What do you want right now?

Security.


15. Who was the last person you took a picture with?

-He thought.- Unless Greskn has done anything, I believe the last photo I was in was a family portrait.

16. Are you single/taken/heartbroken?

Unavailable.


17. When was the last time you cried?

I honestly can't recall. -He lied. The last time was when he was in the car ride back from the labs.-


18. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

He keeps in contact. -Menaing, his father sends him letters that he never replies to.-

19. Do you find it hard to trust others?

yes.


20. How fast does your mind change?

Not terrible fast. Unless I am given more information about something that I had not previously had.


21. I bet you miss somebody right now?

Hn.

22. Can you honestly say you're okay right now?

I can try.

23. Why do you think so many people cheat?

People will use any way they can to get ahead of others. Simple. -Wat is question, Parsnip?-


24. Tell me what's on your mind?

Many things.

25. What are you looking forward to in the next three months?

Resting the case of the labs.

26. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?

No.

27. When did you last talk to your number 1 top friend?

Hm?


28. When is your next road trip?

I don't go on road trips.


29. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell anything to?

In a way.

31. How's your heart?

I am no doctor.


32. Have you ever felt like you weren't important?

It does not matter.


33. Do you think somebody's in love with you?

I would certainly hope not.


34. What are you planning on doing after this?

I am unsure.


35. Next time you will kiss someone?

-He frowned-

36. Have you told anybody you loved them today?

No.


37. Who do you not get along with?

Matt.


38. What does you 3rd recent text say?

I do not text.


39. What are you wearing right now?

Long sleeved dark chocolate button up. Pants. Socks. May I ask why it matters?


40. When's the last time you had a grilled cheese?

What in heaven's name is a grilled cheese?


41. What's your fave boy and girl name right now?

Gayel and Lidya...?


42.How did you feel when you woke up?

Dreadful, unsure?


43. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?

Preferably not.


44. Do you crack your knuckles?

Only when they hurt.

45. What were you doing yesterday at midnight?

Speaking to Crosser.

46. What are your LEGAL initials?

B.P.C


47. Whose the first B in your contacts?

-He shrugged-

48. When was the last time you laughed really hard?

At Hex. Or near the Greskn's. I'm not entirely sure.


49. Your number 1 top friend walks out of your life, do you go after them?


Yes.


50. Last awkward moment?

This morning.


51. Are you afraid of the dark?

No.


52. Do you have good vision?

Honestly, I don't quite enjoy the blind spot.

53. Have you ever kissed in the rain?

No.


54. Have you ever slapped someone?

Perhaps.


55. Are you Irish?

If I am, it is only by a little.


56. Do you use chapstick?

No.


57. Do you have any scars?

-He laughed.-


58. Is there someone you will never forgive?

Yes.

59. Are you dating the person you last held hands with?

The last person I held hands with was a child. No.


60. Name the last person to text you?

-Not pleased.-

61. Would you marry someone 8 years older than you?

Hopefully not.


62. Can you go in public looking like you do?

Yes.

63. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a J?

-The first name that started with a J that came to mind was his sister. He looked disgusted at the thought.-

64. What side of the bed do you sleep on?

It varies.


65. What’s the first thing you'll do on your wedding day?

I'm not sure.

66. What’s one huge pet peeve?

Touching. Do not touch me.


67. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?

-He glared.- yes.


68. Do you miss the way things used to be?

How far back is 'used to be'?


69. Has anyone ever told you they're in love with you?

//_'


70. Song you're thinking of right now?
Hn. -He looked up in thought as [link] began to play in his head.-


71. Want someone back in your life?

I want someone back for the sake of someone else.


72. Will tomorrow be better than today?

Only the lord knows.

-Barton awoke, a cool breeze rolled through the windows of his home. He had moved out of the merchant towns, and into a more medium upper class area. It was far from the noble quarter he had been raised in, but it made him happy none the less. The soft blue light of the morning cast a slight glow into the bedroom. He sat up, the cream colored sheets sliding from his shoulders.

Next to him lay a woman sound asleep. Her brown hair framed her delicate face. This woman, was his wife. Aubrey. She worked as a hairdresser. Barton had gone to her for a while before they actually began talking. He was still rather awkward with it all, but she knew it would work. She wanted to pull this man from his shell, and that is exactly what she would do.

He got up from the bed, careful not to wake Aubrey. He entered the bathroom, and began the routine of shaving and washing his face. Every day, he would run a cream into his faded scars. Someday they would leave him. Someday. He dressed himself in the usual attire. Vests, fine jackets, well ironed pants, polished shoes.

In the living room, various papers notes and books congregated in one spot by a desk. Barton picked up several of these and placed them into a dark brown suitcase. He spent his days working as a journalist for the local paper. Covering the stories of the local area was a very easy thing for him to do. He still enjoyed knowing who was doing what in the community around him. Along with the usual stories, he was eager to cover the rare, more intricate ones as well. He would spent nights on end gaining information and contacting people about scandals, murders, and the like.

He quietly closed and locked the front door as he left to his job. He was still the proud man who would defend those he held dear with his life. He was still effected by the day to day struggles just as anyone else. He was still himself.

However, he had learned to cope. He had changed his outlook on life. He was a much happier, functional person.

Most of all, he had found someone to share it all with.



Age: 35
Occupation: Journalist
Martial status: Married

(( I think thats it. Have the song that finally got me to write this! [link] ))