フラン ・fran madaraki (
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mayfield_rpg2012-03-22 09:42 pm
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fourth operation ✗ 004; mood {aka a whole bunch of backdating}
[ A; Mayfield High; After school {Backdated to the 20th- Open to All} ]
[ They halls may be quiet, they might be whirring with the sounds of other teenage prisoners and drones bustling throughout the halls but coming from one the classrooms you hear: ]
Beginning the operation!
[ If you follow the sound of this one girl's voice, it will lead you to one classroom where Fran has made the teacher's desk belonging to a drone her own personal slab. She may not have her extra limbs with her it's not matter now, Fran is more than capable of opening this student drone's rib cage.
Requests for cosmetic enhancement are not foreign to the young scientist. But today she felt irritated, so much so it became distracting. Sucking the fat out with a dust buster became tiring. Ohh-- is this thing getting clogged already? This is beginning to be annoying! ]
[ B; 1671 Nelson Street; Night {Backdated to the 21st; Outside- Open to All} ]
[ Fran has a good head on her shoulders. Now that head is now sitting on top of a pillow on a lounge chair in front of the house. Try not to trip over the wires, her "body" is fixing tea. ]
[ They halls may be quiet, they might be whirring with the sounds of other teenage prisoners and drones bustling throughout the halls but coming from one the classrooms you hear: ]
Beginning the operation!
[ If you follow the sound of this one girl's voice, it will lead you to one classroom where Fran has made the teacher's desk belonging to a drone her own personal slab. She may not have her extra limbs with her it's not matter now, Fran is more than capable of opening this student drone's rib cage.
Requests for cosmetic enhancement are not foreign to the young scientist. But today she felt irritated, so much so it became distracting. Sucking the fat out with a dust buster became tiring. Ohh-- is this thing getting clogged already? This is beginning to be annoying! ]
[ B; 1671 Nelson Street; Night {Backdated to the 21st; Outside- Open to All} ]
[ Fran has a good head on her shoulders. Now that head is now sitting on top of a pillow on a lounge chair in front of the house. Try not to trip over the wires, her "body" is fixing tea. ]
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Friends at the clinic?
And while it's a nice vote of confidence that you trust us, I'd be careful. One time, when I first got here, the town made people into blood thirsty drones.
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Blood thirsty drones...? [ Fran never really understood why this town would kill people only to bring them back again. A large dose of morbid curiosity, perhaps. ] Alright, I'll try to be more careful next time.
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At least make sure someone else you trust is around when you do it.
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[ Not that she condones such a thing. At least have the courtesy to give some kind of consent. ]
But I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Miss Olivier.
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