Character description: Monica's a short, squat mestiza woman with dark skin and hair on the frizzier side (she generally dyes it a reddish-brown, but her roots are growing in). She has foxlike features and her fashion sense is best described as street glam, with a special fondness for faux fur. Of course, lately all she's been wearing is prison garb.
Like her brother she's extremely excitable but she tends to be a little more focused than he is (in fact, she has a bit of a reputation for having a one track mind - she can tick people off with her inability to interest herself in their hobbies). She's cocky with a little too much confidence in her skillset (limited though it is), but also extremely charismatic. Her quick eloquence and air of excitement manage to make people gravitate toward her.
+ focused, charismatic, loyal
= excitable, protective, affectionate
- no self preservation, one track mind, cocky
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: She'd been heading over to meet Corgi (because yes, her little brother deserved a cutesy nickname, thank you for asking) when it happened: the lights shut off. Oh, great. Sure, the residents of Delta's foremost correction facility didn't tend to be considered very important by the rest of the city, but usually they didn't get hit by a power outage when it wasn't even storming outside. "What's the estimate on that?" Monica joked, turning immediately to one of the two guards accompanying her on her way.
He wasn't even paying attention to her. Or, at least, he didn't respond, and neither did the other one. "That's not on the schedule," said the female guard, sounding confused, a few seconds later. "I mean, we wouldn't schedule a blackout during visitor hours. But it'll only be a few minutes while the backup generator gets set up."
She sounded confident. Nothing was wrong.
"So...are we staying put?" she asked, a little antsy. Sure, she wasn't gonna be in prison for very long, but Cory was her little bro. They'd stuck together for a while now, in the face of their parents' seemingly insurmountable disappointment (they had a dropout and an adrenaline junkie for children: how did Monica expect them to react? they always asked), and the shittiest part of being here was that she wasn't with him, dicking around. Being delayed in seeing him wasn't the end of the world, but she sure would prefer to talk to the bugger sooner rather than later, even with the lights off. What good did that do, anyway? At the lack of response she eased her way to the side of the hallway. Guess that was what she was supposed to do. Someone was shouting around the corner - but then there was always someone shouting, place like this.
"Don' feel so good," mumbled the male guard. "Stomach bug..."
"Well, don't pass it to me," Monica joked. "Or soon enough, everyone'll have it."
"I'll go calm 'em down," said the female guard. "Doug, you stay put with her." Monica listened to her steps fade sharply. There was even more shouting than there'd been. The male guard - Doug - moaned low in his throat.
"Uh, bless you?"
Again, Doug's reply was a rasp of a moan. What was going on? Monica inched closer to him, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark light before - was he drooling? "Dude," she said, a little fascinated. "You know you can...you don't have to..."
His eyes looked wrong, Monica thought, before he made a noise that Monica could only describe as the hiss of a startled cat, and leapt at her. She scuttled away as quickly as she dared, eyes widening as they watched him, because there wasn't really anywhere else she'd dare to look in light of this. What the hell? Monica was by far one of the least violent people here. Sure, she liked to play at wrestling with her kid brother and with some of her friends, but you know, you had to get to know a person first. And she'd only just learned Doug's name. And what his face looked like.
Had his cheek looked like that before? Blood spurting helplessly, a chunk of flesh falling off. There was no way that was normal. Where'd the female guard gone? What was her name? Monica darted ahead in the corridor, where she heard much of the same sort of...hissing and moaning.
Was this an elaborately staged costumed spectacle? Ha ha, we're guarding stupid inmates; time to mess with them? Well, first off, Monica strongly objected to the idea that she was stupid, and second...that was definitely the female guard there, looking perfectly sane next to a pair of people in the uniform of the prisoners. They most decidedly did not look normal - in fact, they looked kind of like they were coming from a zombie movie. And...so did Doug, come to think of it. <********, ********, ********! What was Corgi doing? Wait, ******** it, no - Doug was advancing from one side and the pair of inmates from the other. Where could they - oh! "This way!" Monica shouted, hoping to hell the female guard could hear her. They were right next to the stairs leading down to the laundry facility. It was...locked.
Fortunately the female guard knew exactly what she was going for. She fumbled for her keys and spun them in the lock. "I'm armed; you first," she said, wisely choosing not to mince words.
It was all Monica could do to just zip down the stairs, the female guard and their slightly less cognizant companions in quick pursuit. The thing was, there was no exit from the laundry room. ********.
Wait. Monica's eyes lit on the washer drums, and the tall, older-looking woman that was now looking at the pair of them, quite startled. "Hide!" she shouted, wrenching an unused washer open and pulling herself inside. Thank God she was small, right?
She slammed the door shut after her, hoping to God the other two were all right.
And Cory. Oh, Cory. ********. Come on, little bro...
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[b]Character's name:[/b] Monica Chavez
[b]Character's faction:[/b] 2 Prison
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794367]bae[/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=19]View[/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
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