Genetic Imperfection (A Literate Repo! The Genetic Opera RP)

[Evalyn the Prude]

Warning: This thread contains spoilers for the film 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' If you have not seen the film I suggest turning away now.

In the middle of the 21st Century Organ Failure had become a worldwide epidemic. Graveyards were quickly filled and soon even the sewers became the final resting place for the thousands of dead. As the world fell into mourning, a savior appeared, offering what the entirety of the human race would soon become so dependent on. GeneCo, owned and operated by the Largo family, began to manufacture synthetic organs that both met and exceeded the performance of biological body parts. With simple payment plans it was soon possible for anyone to receive the treatment they needed to return to a normal life. But even then, a new threat loomed, legalized organ repossession.

When an organ recipient found themselves unable to pay at the end of one of the ninety day intervals, the Largo family did not hesitate to send out a Repo man to reclaim their property. Though many tried, it was impossible to escape the fate that a late payment promised. As the lower class struggled to keep their record with GeneCo clean, the Upper Class found that their money offered them a whole new world of options. Not only did they receive the life saving transplants, but they continued to replace working parts with designer hybrids.

With all these medical procedures becoming a common occurrence, GeneCo developed Zydrate, a drug that not only allowed the patients to feel no pain, but replaced it with immense pleasure. Before long there was a sub market for the drug, highly illegal, which offered an organic alternative extracted from the bodies of the dead. To this day the Lorgo family fights to keep it's dealers, grave robbers, off the streets.

In 2056 The Largo family help their annual Genetic Opera. This was one Opera that the world would remember for a very long time, as tragedy struck at the heart of the company. Rising from a deep grudge the lives of three were lost on stage that night. First Blind Meg, the company's lead Soprano after her final performance by Rotti, the head of the Largo family. He then proceeded to shoot one of his own Repo men, Nathan Wallace. Soon after Rotti's own life was claimed by an unknown disease. The audience watched, both mystified and horrified as the gun shot wound took Nathan's life.

Now, two years later, Amber Largo (formerly Sweet) has taken over GeneCo, and continues to promise a different world then what her father had created. But still the family sends out their Repo men, obsessed with the powerful image they had come to hold. We join the story of both the powerful and weak in this world, struggling just to live from day to day.

Welcome to Genetic Imperfection.

[Evalyn the Prude]

- Due to the nature of the film, and the things we'll no doubt have in the RP, I want to remind everyone that Gaia is a PG-13 site at it's worst. If a situation comes up with too much violence or other sensitive situations please try to movie it temporarily to PMs. But thene again, if the need never arises, all the more power to us!

- I'd like to keep all the character's ages 18 and up. If you have a problem with this PM me and we'll talk it over. I'm pretty firm on this though.

- Keep your posts literate and avoid clutter. No pictures in posts it only distracts from the actual text.

-Post at least once a day. If you're going to be away send me a PM and let me know.

- Have fun!

[Evalyn the Prude]

We are accepting three people into the RP at the moment. If it does well, or there is enough interest we'll add more.

The basic profiles will be behind links on the OOC Thread. Eventually I'm going to make 'Character Cards' for each member, similar to what you see on the Repo Website for each character.

PM the profiles to me.

[size=9]Choose: Genetically Imperfect (Patient) / The Monster Behind The Mask (Repo Men) / Cosmetically Perfected (The Rich and Lucky)

[b]Picture of Character:[/b] (Photos only please, no Drawings)

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Nicknames:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Organ Received (Patient) / Weapon of Choice (Repo |wo|men) / Cosmetic Changes Made (For the Rich and Lucky):[/b]
[b]Current Payment Status/Current Repossession:[/b] (For Patients and Repo Men Only)

[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Everyday Job:[/b]

[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Hobbies:[/b]
[b]Tattoos/Piercings:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b]
[b]Username:[/b]

[b]RP Sample:[/b][/size]

[Evalyn the Prude]

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[Evalyn the Prude]

News:

12/14/08: Accepting Profiles. Accepted characters may begin posting.


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[Evalyn the Prude]

[Mad Hatter Lucifel]

11:59 on the dot, the payment went in successfully. Danika was relieved when the transaction had actually gone through. And thankfully, she'd made more than enough on her last gig to get this month's payment squared away.

Danika touched a hand to her throat and sighed softly before biting her lip and taking off in the opposite direction of which she'd been going in originally. Towards the danger, when she should have been heading away from it. Things were alright now, and she had another ninety days before her next payment was due. Whether or not she'd make it again, was beyond her.

Danika would manage. She ALWAYS managed.

The young woman thought of it almost..as a game.

However this Repo-Man would find that his last bounty had paid her debts to the Largo's. For now.

Denni hummed softly to herself, her own tune calming those who happened to catch a few notes. Another gig tonight, another five hundred dollars that would go towards her transplant.

It was another step closer to Genetic Emancipation from Rotti Largo's three children.

[Evalyn the Prude]

Ducking his head into the glass case, Remy Caine shifted the day old pastries to the front, placing the piping hot ones just behind. He loved the smell of the sweet breads and danishes his mother made so perfectly, and had to stop himself from sneaking one like he had when he was a child. The bulky watch like device on his wrist began beeping furiously at him, a call from one of the Largo's he was sure, and the sudden noise caused him to hit his head hard against the glass.

[********] He mumbled beneath his breath, setting down the now empty tray on the table a few feet from the counter and silencing the persistent noise. He walked through a back swinging door, dipping his head to kiss the hair of his mother sitting on just the other side. "Everything all set to open, ma. I'll be back out there in just a second, I've got a call I have to make." The woman, in her late forties, reached up and pat her sons arm, a look of complete adoration on her soft features.

As soon as he was safe in the ally to the side of the shop, sure he was alone in the dark place, he pressed a small button on the watch. A holographic image of Amber Largo appeared inches above the surface, and the small head turned until it's eye's met Remy's. "Bad news I'm afraid... Another cancel on the Murdoc account. The payment came through just in time." The image flickered away without waiting for a response leaving a fuming young Caine behind.

Remy stalked into the shop, ripping an apron from it's place on the wall. Maybe he would take one of those pastries... A raspberry filled danish was sounding wonderful just about then. He stood alone at the store front, his back to the counter as he raised his knife, bringing it down hard of the innocent bread before him. The sound of the door opening behind him caught his attention, but he didn't turn.

"Excuse me Ma'am." The fool began, mistaking Remy's tied back chestnut locks for something that might belong to a younger sister. He hissed slowly through clenched teeth, pivoting on his heel. The short woman he found there look at him with wide eyes, "Oh my, I'm sorry young man."

"I get it more than I'd like to admit. How can I help you?" He put on a hard smile and went on to help the woman.

[Mad Hatter Lucifel]

The bell to the pastry shop rang twice before Denni stepped inside. She took in the smell of the wonderful pastries and fiddled with her purse. Usually she'd send in one of her friends to get her danish. But since the shop was on the way to the club, she figured she'd stop in.

And it seemed like she'd gotten the last bit of an interesting conversation. Something about the man up front looking like a young madam.

While waiting for her turn to pick out her pastries, Danika started humming softly. A tune from an opera that Blind Mag had performed. Before she was unfortunately killed.

Denni had looked up to Blind Mag.

She'd let a few chorus' of the song, her voice ringing softly. But she put a hand over her mouth to shush herself.

[Evalyn the Prude]

Danika Murdoc. Denni to her friends, 23 years old, an orphan raised by her mother sister. Received a vocal chord transplant four years ago, and for the past two Remy had been working on her case. She was the one that got away. Away over and over again, it drove him so mad that even the thought of her often sent him into a violent rage. There was absolutely nothing, not even a brick wall let alone a short woman that would keep him from noticing her walk into the shop.

He gave the woman the bag with her order in it, smiling warmly at her and assuring her that the morning's pastries were on him and his mother. Such a devoted patron deserved to be rewarded for her years of business. As the woman skipped away happily unaware of his ulterior motives, Remy took in a deep breath, the girls familiar scent meeting his nose.

He had watched her many times, seen her sing, watched her sleep, waited in the dark around her to finally claim GeneCo's property, each time only to be let down. He knew her better than anyone. The way she looked, moved, smelled, and he was sure he had a fairly good guess of how the girl tasted. The one that got away... And here she was, walking into his turf.

"What can I get for you Miss Murdoc?"

[Mad Hatter Lucifel]

Danika bounced happily to the counter. Her red-gold curls bouncing along with her. She placed her delicate, thin hands on the counter and smiled sweetly at the man before looking down. Her smile was innocent. Too innocent.

But how in the world did this man KNOW her.

"You know my name."

Steely gray, nearly blue eyes peered into the man's equally blue eyes. Denni let out a sweet giggle, a musical sound.

[Evalyn the Prude]

"I've seen you sing." He said simply, as if that itself gave him enough reason to address her so casually. It wasn't as if he could tell her that he had been eager to take her life for the past two years, that never seemed to go over well. He smiled at her, finding it far easier than it should have been. "Now, what is it that I can get you?"

He took a good look at her, examining the one thing that her pictures could never do justice. Her eyes were beautiful and he had never gotten close enough to see them in person. Amazing really, the effects that eyes had on a person. He found himself for a moment wishing that her eyes were what she had on loan from GeneCo.

"We have some fresh sweet bread this morning. It's my personal favorite, always loved it when my mom would bake a loaf for me and my brother" His smile was reminiscent he missed those times, when the bread was made with love and he hadn't yet killed his brother. Well, more so the bread at least.

[Mad Hatter Lucifel]

"Oh..I didn't think my singing was popular. Especially when others compare me to Blind Mag. She was delightful."

Danika cleared her throat and folded her hands behind her back. She giggled a bit and rocked back on her feet. Her lips were pursed together and she leaned forward. Looking at all of the sweetbread. Denni was almost childish. But she was so very lovely.

"I'll take a couple of pieces of sweetbread to have with some warm milk tonight after my performance. I'm singing at The Lynx. You should stop by if you have the chance."

Danika smiled at the man again. Her cheeks started turning a rosy shade of pink.

[Evalyn the Prude]

He packed up the sweet bread with little thought to the actions of his hands, his eyes were still locked on the girl's face. "I only help my mom out here in the morning, you know... Before my job starts in the evening. I have a late meeting, but if I get out early I'd be more than happy to stop in and see you sing."

This was perfect! If he could get this girl to trust him, spend time with him even, he could do away with her on his own time. Sure, the Largo kids wouldn't be to happy with him but really, to hell with them! He had been waiting fat to long for this!

He folded down the edges of the bag, holding it out to her with an innocent smile that would giver her own a fair fight. "Here you go. It's on me, and if I make it tonight I insist that you let me buy you a drink after your set."

[Mad Hatter Lucifel]

"It's really not as professional as you make it to be. It gets me by. And thank you again. For the sweetbread. I didn't catch your name though."

She held her hand out for the man to shake. But her receiver went off and a small figure of her friend showed up.

"Denni, you're going to be late. The manager's already pissing himself trying to look for you. Get here, ASAP."

Denni frowned and then looked up at the man.

"Tonight, I'll catch your name tonight, if I see you."

Danika clutched onto the bag and made her way out of the shop. Her hair bouncing along behind her.