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7/10/2012 PLOT UPDATE NO 1
*In need of more government agents and female syndicate/legends*
”Isn’t it kind of stupid to use one of your girlfriends to avenge the other?”
--James Donovan to Yakov Myshkin (First Steps)
Coding Help: RCR
I NEED A HERO
--------------------------------------------------------------------LUCILLE MIN JEE ROURKEJe ferais l'effort I would make the effort
Je te connais par coeur I know you by heart
Il suffit que je t'ignore I just have to ignore you
Pour que tu reviennes en pleurs so that you return in tears
Je m'occupe de toi I take care of you
Tu repars, c'est ça you leave, that's right
Toujours le même schéma always the same plan
Et j'anticipe à chaque fois and I anticipate every timeIS IT A BIRD?
FULL NAME: Lucille Min Jee Rourke
Lucille - The French variant of "Lucia," Meaning "Light" // Min Jee - Korean name meaning "Brightness and Wisdom" // Rourke - Meaning "Heavy shower of Rain"
NICKNAMES: Lucy // Lulu // Minzie // Luckie
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ETHNICITY: French // Korean
MEMBER GROUP: Rogue
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
La Douleur Exquise (French for the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.)
IS IT A PLANE?
FACE CLAIM: Lee Geum Hee
Two-Toned - Blonde and Brown; dyed, of course. Natural hair colour is black. Frizzy towards the ends, but straight towards the top. Bangs cut evenly just above the eyes.
EYES: Brown and gigantic. Glossy like polished marbles.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5' 4" // 92 lbs
BODY TYPE: Small and Frail.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Two-toned hair. Gigantic glossy eyes.
Luck Stealer - Lucille takes luck from those who become close to her by making skin to skin contact with them. Lucille cannot make friends, because the better she gets to know someone and the closer their hearts become, the more luck she steals from them when they touch. When a person loses their luck, more and more bad things will happen to them. When they lose all their luck, they will inevitably die within the next few moments via an accident of some sort. For Lucille to steal all of a person's luck, however, their hearts must be connected by extremely strong bonds (Family bonds, true love, destiny, etc.) Lucille cannot steal a person's luck at will, but anything she learns about a person will bring them closer to her; seeing someone's face will steal a tiny bit of luck from them, learning their name will steal a tiny bit more, etc.
LUCILLE CAN ONLY STEAL LUCK FROM A PERSON BY TOUCHING THEM. THE AMOUNT OF LUCK STOLEN DEPENDS ON HOW CLOSE THEIR HEARTS ARE.
The luck that she steals is added to her own luck. Though this would mean that she has immense luck, Lucille doesn't have any friends or family. Lucille has no one to take luck from. She had two adoptive caretakers, but they are fairly distant and talk to her infrequently now that she lives on her own. In the event of Lucille stealing someone's luck, she becomes extra lucky (anything from finding a dollar on the ground to dodging a bullet shot at her from three feet away) for a short amount of time (depending on how much luck was stolen) and then her luck returns to normal.
OVER ALL APPEARANCE:
Lucille has always been a small girl. She has always had this small frame and soft skin. Porcelain skin and enormous eyes like a doll. But just like dolls, despite their beauty, most find them creepy. As they did with little Lucille. Her large eyes, upon being caught in the line of fire of another's gaze, caused people to look away from her. Her hair and skin, though so fine and flawless, gained the jealousy from others rather than the admiration. Though Lucille didn't mind. Even though she was lonely, Lucille didn't mind. That's what she told herself, anyway.
She often wore loose clothing. Shirts, much too large for her, became dresses, neatly pulled together at the waist with leather belt. She rarely wore pants, but instead was always clad in a dress or skirt of some sort. Her sweaters were always off the shoulder and her skirts always flowed around her knees. The only place her clothes ever hugged her body was at her waist. This accentuated her tiny frame, making her look fragile. Vulnerable. And she was.
Lucille was never much of a speaker. Her voice was gentle and soft. Like a whisper with less air. When she spoke, no one heard. But Lucille didn't mind. There was never much to say anyway.
In the event of Lucille stepping out of her house to buy necessities (Food, toilet paper, cotton candy, food, ice cream, food, etc.) she makes sure to cover up so as to not accidentally steal luck from someone she bumps into on the subway or while walking. She usually has really long sleeves on (sleeves that go past her wrists so that only her fingertips show) and leggings or stockings instead of pants. Often she would wear a scarf to cover up her face a bit, but if ever it became to warm for a scarf, she would cover up with a surgical mask.
~ Makeup - Lucille used to work at a Mortuary. Her job was to groom the deceased for their viewing. She enjoyed applying makeup to others. She finds happiness in making others beautiful. Though she doesn't wear much makeup herself (only eyeliner), she still enjoys it in its entirety. The smell of the lipstick, the fine lines drawn with the eyeliner brush, the faint stains left by blush; Lucille loves them all. The colours, the scents, the results. All of this brings Lucille happiness.
~ Cotton Candy - Sweet, fluffy, clouds of joy. Clouds that never rain. Clouds that won't thunder and shock. Clouds that you can hold. Sweet like lollipops and ice cream, but fluffy and wispy like cotton. To Lucille, this is the most perfect creation ever made for consumption.
~ Long Sleeves - It's comforting. Having one's arms covered up by gigantic sleeves. Bees can't harm you, rain won't harm you, sunburns won't ever harm you. And if the sleeves are thin enough, wearing them in the summer is fine, too. It's absolutely perfect. Like armour, but lovely.
~ Yelle - "Yelle is a French band founded by lead singer and namesake Yelle (Julie Budet) and GrandMarnier (Jean-François Perrier). A third member, Tepr (Tanguy Destable), joined the band before the recording of its debut album. Budet and GrandMarnier began working on music together in 2000. Even though the group's songs are sung exclusively in French, they have enjoyed a significant following overseas in non-French-speaking countries." (From Wikipedia)
~ The Clinking Sound of Teacups Against Saucers - That tiny little *clink* that's impossible to avoid making when placing a teacup down onto its saucer. Such a tiny noise shattering the silence of teatime. It's a comforting noise to Lucille, who spends most of her time alone. It reassures her that she has not gone deaf from not hearing anything for so long.
~ Spoons - Whoever invented these miniature shovels was a genius. The greatest of all eating utensils; mostly because it can hold anything. It can hold ice cream, it can hold soup, it can hold sprinkles, it can hold rice, it can hold bits of meat, it can hold basically ANYTHING! Except pasta. That's a little hard for spoons to hold. But with enough effort, spoons can hold pasta, too!
~ Coloured Pencils - It's like makeup for paper. All the colours of the rainbow contained in small wooden sticks for your convenience. The amount of colour you put on the paper is up to you. Whether the colours match together is up to you. It's fantastic.
~ Online Shopping - There's no need to make contact with other humans. No cashier asking if that's all you want to buy, no employees walking up to you and asking if you're finding everything alright. There's the delivery guy to deal with, but Lucille's caretakers take care of him and just leave the package at her room door.
~ Blankets - Next to long sleeves, this is the best armour. Like a hug without the hassle of having another person in the room. Protection from the cold, from the shadows at night, and from the shadows in the daytime, too.
~ The Internet - The internet is a magical place. Where Lucille can talk to robots that don't exist in the real world. Robots that won't die when they become best friends. Robots she can express love or without killing them.
~ Herself - Lucille sees herself as a terrible being. Destined for loneliness and solitude, but still yearns for friends. She sees herself as a selfish person, and hates herself for it.
~ Team Sports - Games that require other people to play. Naturally, Lucille strays away from this sort of thing.
~ Eye Contact - It freaks Lucille out a little bit. She tends to keep her eyes cast down and isn't accustomed to looking at others directly in the eye while talking to them. Not that she talks to other people in the first place.
~ Lizards - They're not fluffy. At all. Just spikey, sharp-toothed, freaky animals with no eyelids. It's not that Lucille is afraid of them; she just doesn't like them and would prefer that they remain far from her.
~ Celery - The complete opposite of cotton candy. It's crunchy, bitter, and gross. No sweetness to it at all and difficult to eat. Celery is the arch nemesis of cotton candy.
~ Firm Mattresses - "If I wanted to sleep on something hard, I'd just not buy a mattress at all and sleep on the floor."
~ Hairspray - It smells funny and is messy. Gel or hair wax works perfectly fine, so why use this can of sticky? Hairspray will get on things around your hair unless you've got incredible aim (which Lucille does not).
~ Pants - They're constricting, a pain to put on as well as to take off, and get heavy when being washed. Nope, nope, nope; definitely skirts and dresses forever for Lucille. Shorts are okay sometimes though.
~ Nightlights - To Lucille, nightlights are counterproductive. Shadows are scary, but when a nightlight is turned on, more shadows are created. It's not like a normal light that sheds brightness on everything in the room. Rather, it is a dim little smudge of a light that just makes everything more eerie.
~ Gryffons - Absolutely terrifying.
~ Self Control - Although there are many things that Lucille wants (Cotton candy, a boyfriend, a new jacket, etc.), she is exceptionally good at sticking to seeking only her needs rather than her wants. Her strong sense of control also allows her to be very patient and tolerant. No matter how many times her internet dies on her, she remains calm and finds a way to fix it.
~ Concentration - Lucille has learned to focus extremely well on one thing and one thing only. Through years of looking down, ignoring people she's too shy to talk to, and keeping to herself, she can block out the world and focus on one thing. This allows her to learn quickly and retain knowledge fairly well.
~ Rapid Thinking - Since Lucille hardly ever speaks out loud, all her thoughts and feelings and emotions are pent up inside of her head. Whatever conversation she would have sparked with a person is in her mind already. Witty comebacks and quick escape routes are planned out with ease in her mind. The only problem is getting them out of her head.
~ Luck - Naturally since Lucille is a luck stealer, she's pretty lucky. Above, I had stated that after stealing some luck and using it up, Lucille's luck returns to normal. However, 'normal' for Lucille is slightly luckier than the average person. Lucille doesn't trip over nothing or step in gum or get the wrong amount of change back after paying for a mocha frappuccino. Sure, she runs into the occasional glass door and bumps into the occasional passerby, but not as frequently as a regular person.
~ Sincerity - Lucille means no harm to anyone. She makes sure to bundle up so that she doesn't accidentally give anyone any less of a chance at good fortune than anyone else. She does her best to find the good in absolutely everyone. If she could, she would give away her extra luck to those who need it more than her.
~ Self Deprecation - Lucille doesn't believe in herself. She sees herself as scum. She blames herself for her mother's death, and for her father abandoning her. She felt like a burden to her caretakers at the mortuary. Most of the time, Lucille feels like a problem for everyone else.
~ Gullible - Since Lucille does her best to find the good in others, she ends up putting too much trust in people who have left a good impression on her. She takes jokes seriously and has a hard time picking up on sarcasm.
~ Pushover - Lucille is too nice. In the event of her having to choose between executing a criminal or letting the criminal go, she will let the criminal go. Lucille has a hard time understanding that sometimes intentional harm is necessary to teach a lesson. She thinks that deep down, everyone has a conscience and one day, some day, that conscience will guide them to goodness and happiness.
~ Meek - No matter how much is going through Lucille's mind, she rarely ever speaks it. She's got immense feelings for tons of things, but can never convey them very easily because she's so shy.
~ Velvety Voices - She's a sucker for lovely voices. To Lucille, it's a gift given to those with soft hearts. This is obviously not true, but Lucille is just so naive and unfamiliar with other people that she believes it to be.
~ Puffing Up Her Cheeks - Sometimes Lucille will just think. She'll think and think and think for ever and then think a little more afterwards just for good measure. And while she thinks, she puffs up her cheeks like a four year old holding her breath for the first time.
~ Looking Down - Lucille has trouble looking people in the eyes, and instead just casts her stare downwards. Looking above or around a person is more rude than just looking downwards. That's what she thinks, anyway.
~ Apologizing - On rare occasions when Lucille ventures out into the world, she is prone to apologizing for everything around her. For example, she is at the grocery store and a bag of Cheetos falls from the shelf, startling the woman standing near her. Lucille will apologize for the bag of Cheetos as if it was her fault. It's not that she literally takes the blame for everything around her; she just feels like an apology is needed there and since the Cheetos cannot talk, she must apologize on their behalf.
Little Lucille is a very meek, kind-hearted girl. She really means no harm with everything that she does. Always trying her best to stay out of trouble. Always making sure that no one has to worry about her. She just doesn't want to be a burden on anyone. Lucille loves everyone except for herself. Fate is unfair to have cursed her with her power. If only she could give away luck rather than take it. She feels that everyone else is so much lovelier than she. It's not jealousy; rather, it is admiration and sheer affection that she feels towards everyone else.
She's fluffy. Very soft and light and squishy. If you were to tip her over and let her heart and mind and soul pour out of her, it would look very much like a melty rainbow sherbet nebula. She's not ditzy or airheaded; just very fluffy and shiny and light. An incredibly sunshiney girl shrouded by her own rainclouds. She's obviously a very cheery girl, but there are the shy, self deprecating bits of her fogging her up.
IN THE BRIGHTEST DAY
Father - Kibum Cho // Alive, but Location Remains Unknown // 50 // Occupation Unknown
Mother - Eleanore Cho // Deceased // Dead at 31 // Former Nurse
Adoptive Father - Desmond Rourke // Alive // 52 // Mortician
Adoptive Mother - Olivia Rourke // Alive // 50 // Mortician
19 years ago, on the 20th of December, a baby girl was born under the burning stars that made up the zodiac sign of Saggitarius. Born in a hospital in Hoboken, New Jersey and given the name Lucille Min Jee Cho, this little girl came into the world with a smiling face and in perfect health. Unfortunately, her mother was nowhere near as lucky. Lucille was born from two supers: her mother was able to drain people of their vitality with only a touch and her father was able to manipulate probability. From these powers came Lucille's: the ability to steal luck from those she came into contact with. Upon her birth, Lucille stole all of her mother's luck, causing her to die. For the following year, Lucille developed at an incredible rate. She understood English and could follow full conversations, though she could not speak just yet. She could read, but not write. Her father realized that the source of Lucille's extraordinary growth was from the luck she had stolen from her mother. He could not bear the thought of raising her and never being able to pat her head in praise or swing her around in the air to make her laugh. Though he loved Lucille very much, he felt the need to give her away.
Lucille's father abandoned her on the doorstep of a Mortician named Desmond Rourke. Years ago, he had altered the probability of this man's safety on his way home from a bar one night. Desmond was supposed to get into a car crash and die that night, but Lucille's father was able to keep him alive. It was a random act of kindness, but Desmond felt indebted to him. Lucille's father remembered this debt and left his daughter in his care. Desmond lived with his wife, Olivia, in a small house next door to a mortuary that they owned. One morning, his wife came out to see little Lucille, nearly a year old now, bundled up in a car seat with a dufflebag filled with diapers, evaporated milk, small toys, and other necessities on her doorstep. Taped to the bag was an envelope addressed to Olivia and her husband. On the envelope read:
To Mr. and Mrs. Rourke
Inside of it was a letter along with another envelope. The letter read:
To Desmond and his Wife:
This is Lucille. My one and only child. My precious daughter. It pains me to leave her in your care, for I know that no matter what circumstances, Eleanore would have never let me give away our darling Lucille, but I'm afraid I cannot bear to keep her, myself. You see, Lucille is a super. Her power is to steal luck from those who become close to her. Eleanore died immediately after her birth; Lucille had stolen all her luck instantaneously upon separating from her mother. They were once connected to one another, it's a wonder that Eleanore didn't die before her birth. My guess is that Lucille was keeping her alive with her own luck. At first I thought perhaps it was an accident, but Lucille grew at such an extraordinary rate and learned skills so easily that it couldn't have just been a mere accident that Eleanore had died. I thought maybe Lucille was a life stealer. I let her pet the neighbourhood cats and touch all the flowers in the house, but they all remained fine. But I noticed that when I would come in contact with her, unfortunate events would fall upon me while she continues to excel in everything she does.
The first time I held her, she smiled at me in a way I've never seen an infant smile. She stared at me with her big eyes and smiled so softly and I felt that she immediately recognized me as her father. I was ecstatic. But shortly after we established this father-daughter connection, I fainted. When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed. I asked a nearby what had happened and she said that the doctors are still trying to figure that out. I asked about Lucille, frantic and afraid that I had hurt her when I fainted, but the nurse smiled and said that Lucille was perfectly fine. Although I did drop Lucille when I fainted, she was perfectly unharmed; it was a miracle.
Several other incidents involving harm falling upon me and miracles falling upon Lucille have happened, but to tell them all would require far too many letters and I fear that recalling them might cause me to change my mind about leaving her in your care. Though I love Lucille very much, so much that I don't care about what happens to me, I feel that I have no choice but to leave her with people she doesn't know. If I were to keep her, eventually I would die and Lucille would be all alone at such a young age. At least this way, she will still have a blood relative out there. At least this way, she will have a home. I don't want to leave her to an orphanage. I don't have any family in America to leave her to. I couldn't possible leave her to Eleanore's family after her death has already caused them so much grief. Please care for my Lucille. Please keep her safe. I will send you funds every month in order to care for her. Money for necessities, money for school when she grows older, for clothes, for toys, for anything. Please just keep her safe. I love Lucille very much, but loving her from afar is the only way I can.
Please keep this letter until Lucille becomes old enough to understand her powers. Stay distant from her and avoid skin contact. Please keep her safe.
The Rourkes honoured Lucille's Father's request and raised her in their home. They rarely spoke to her. They homeschooled her. They kept her away from harm.
Flashforward to Lucille's 17th Birthday. By now, Lucille feels that she needs to get out of the Rourke Household. She's aware that she was adopted, but that's all she understands about her family situation. She doesn't know where her parents are, if she has parents at all, and she doesn't understand why in the world her adoptive parents refuse to let her out. For 17 years, she has tolerated this imprisonment and is filled to the brim with curiosity, frustration, and desire for the outside world. So she decides to sneak out for her birthday. It's a small birthday present to herself. Just a night out in the world by herself. Lucille sneaks out of her bedroom window and escapes to a nearby park. Although Lucille was acting on a whim, she remained sensible and did not stray far from the house, for she had no idea which way went where. She had often stared at this park from her bedroom window and promised herself that whenever it was that she would escape from the house, this park would be the first place she would visit. And so she kept her promise to herself.
She met a boy that night. His name was Blaise. The first friend that Lucille ever made. They fell in love. Coincidentally, Blaise was also raised in a strict environment, and so their love was innocent. Childish. Juvenile. They communicated through letters most of the time. Every now and then, Lucille would muster up the courage to sneak out once more to that park and meet up with him. They were both too shy to hold hands, too respectful of each others' personal space to hug. But they were happy.
A year passes and Lucille sneaks out to the park where she met Blaise. There they have a lovely evening reminiscing about this past year together, and they end the night with their first kiss. Such an unfortunate kiss. As they parted their ways, Lucille smiled as she never smiled before, but Blaise was caught in a fatal car crash on the way home and died almost immediately upon impact.
Eventually, Blaise's body showed up at The Rourke's Mortuary. Lucille couldn't bear to groom her deceased boyfriend. She asked her adoptive mother to take care of it for her. Finding it strange that Lucille, who finds so much happiness in making others beautiful before their viewing, refused to groom a body, she asks Lucille what's wrong. After a long while of explanation, apologizing, and crying, Olivia and Desmond bring out the letter that Lucille's father left with her.
Another year passes, and Lucille has moved out of the Rourke's residence. She lives alone in an apartment in New York off of the funds that her father sends to her every month. She takes college classes online and only leaves her home when necessary.
IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT
|Those pens were just so cute. Little rabbits on the ends, hanging off of chains, asking--no, BEGGING to be given a home.Their little eyes looking up at Rey with such longing. It was all so perfect. He just happened to be wearing long sleeves. The rabbit pens just happened to be small enough to slip up those long sleeves without making a sound. The shopkeepers just happened to be in the back of the store. There just happened to be a blackout, knocking out all the security cameras. It just happened to be this perfect. So he went for it.|
Rey quickly took one more glance at his surroundings, or at least, what he could see of it in the dark, and slipped the pen into his sleeve. He stumbled his way out of the shop and into the rainy afternoon, wondering if the pen was really worth stealing. He checked the price sticker: 75 cents... Not worth it. He made his way back into the store, where the shopkeepers were going around lighting candles and replacing the batteries in flashlights.
"Hey," he chirped while waving the pen in the air. "Thanks for this."
Rey waved a dollar in the air for a good eight seconds, making sure that the shopkeeps saw it, and placed the dollar on the counter next to the register. He made his way back out into the rain. The sidewalks were filled with colourful umbrellas; a heartwarming sight against the grey concrete ground and the grey concrete buildings and the grey cloudy skies.
A little girl holding her Jigglypuff umbrella much too far over her her face bumped into his knee. She was startled, but Rey gave her a soft smile.
"Do you like rabbits, by any chance?" he asked, as gently as he could.
"Yeah! Rabbits! Rabbits!!!" squeaked the little girl.
"Do you want this pen then?" He waved the pen around. "I was planning on giving it to my sister, but she told me she only likes cats."
"Ahhh! Thank you, mister!" The little girl grinned as she took the pen from Rey. She skipped back to her mother, standing a few steps away, and the two of them waved at him as they turned to leave.
WHO HOLDS THE PEN?
FULL NAME: Ciara Tan Dela Cruz
YOUR NAME: Ciara, I guess.
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