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Chilili Crow Dog

Part-time Barista and Champion of Mankind

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a character in “Apocalypse Radio”, as played by CrashMe

Description

What people notice first are her eyes. Deep-set, heavy-lidded eyes shaped like almonds that carry the weight of the world. The only feature of her that spurred a sense of empathy from those around her. "Smile" they would say, "cheer up". She wasn't neccessarily sad or serious but somehow fate convened that her eyes reflect the troubles of the world in them. One could almost forget everything else. Her mouth is full, curved downwards towards her lightly dimpled chin. Her nose was straight, breaking up the smooth curves of her features, drifting off into the arched brow.

Personality

Most describe her as quiet and serious. Most were right to a certain extent. She kept to herself, finding animals preferably to the complex relationships of people. Her childhood spent with horses gave her a special affinity for them but also, strangely, similar characteristics such as periods of sheer stubborness and fierce determination. Like a workhorse, she could endure long days on her feet and long nights hitting the books. It kept her from the more active social life of her peers. A moment of envy would pass, however, when she remembered what she was working for. Often percieved to have the world on her shoulders, she did not merely do things for herself but for her family and her culture as a whole. Through college, she was representing an entire people. A sober demeanor was expected. Often, it turned people off so they would never witness the humor and inner strength she possessed. But if it bothered her, they would never be allowed to know.

Equipment

Often spotted with her work apron, she found herself carrying all sorts of things in its pockets. Paper, pens, spare change and an assortment of things she picked up. One could never declare her unprepared.

History

Presently, Chilili works at a coffee shop to help pay for college. Recently she was approached by a man claiming to be a god. If she had been anyone else, she wouldn't have believed him but she had been raised on stories from her grandmother. She knew of invisible beings or Wakanpi, who were connections to the divine. However, faced with her grandmother's stories in the flesh did take some convincing. Little did she know of the journey it would eventually take her and the position she'd be asked to take for mankind. She did not think herself particularly special. If asked, Chilili would claim that her history was unremarkable and yet her history span beyond her years, marked by events that would not let her go. Her parent's marriage dissolved when Chilili was only six. She had only a handful of memories of the two together. All were happy. She spent the remainder of her childhood at her grandmother's on a reservation in which she spent much of her time at a horse ranch. It gave her purpose and work. It also distracted her from her mother's sporadic appearances. She was told that her mother had a rambling nature and couldn't be kept down but it felt like an excuse. Her mother never spoke of her life outside of their time together. When she was present, she was loving, fiercely so. But she was easily taken away. At the height of Chilili's adolesence, she learned of her mother's incarcaration and the constructed reality created by her family began tumbling apart. Her mother was scarred, as a child, by the events at Wounded Knee in the early seventies. She had seen someone die in front of her, shot down, and carried the image with her like a cross. It haunted her and inside, her heart became heavy and bitter. She spent her life protesting the treatment of her people. Not even a marriage or a child could contain the rage she felt deep inside. But events culminated one night as she hitchhiked back towards home and was attacked. The wound grew deep and wide, separating her from the rest of the world. Her actions became violent; a vicious retalation against her enemies. She was arrested and Chilili could do nothing but watch her wither away. She was too young to help her mother and too old to ignore it. Every week she came to see her but found a stranger, replacing the woman that used to love her. Then one week, her mother was gone. She had taken her own life and Chilili was left behind. She has never spoken of it since, yet today, she still carries a piece of her mother's anger with her.

So begins...

Chilili Crow Dog's Story

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Chilili Crow Dog flopped over, arm hanging limply over the side of her twin bed. The room was small, cramped with debri from the battle of education versus exhaustion. Textbooks were flipped open and littered with highlighted notes. Papers were scattered. Pens and pencils dotted the cluttered landscape. Empty carcasses of chip bags and fast food containers made their mark as well. Sunlight filtered through the closed blinds, casting long shadows across the barren wall. Aside from the mess, there was no trace of identity within her own room. Her roommate had barely cast a shadow in the apartment since she had hooked up with a drummer boyfriend. Even the absence did not give her incentive to claim ownership. This was a way station, a waiting room, anywhere but home. And it looked it.

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A small clock radio began spitting an alarm in a broken staccato. Instinctively, she attempted to reach out her hand and smack the little bastard shut. She never got it on the first try. Not the second either. But as an eye creaked open, breaking apart the crust of the night before, she smacked the sucker good. The time blinked at her benignly, letting her know that she was already late for whatever she had to do that day. Ever since she had moved to the city, she was always running late for something. Time had never moved so fast before. Back home, it crawled with anticipation. It pulsed with life, just waiting to bloom. In the city, time was already decaying within her grasp.

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It hit her then, in the dawn of waking. She was at work... faced with several people but they weren't people... No, that wasn't right. She sat up with a start. Chilili took in her surroundings but they hadn't changed. What did she do last night? She was at work... did she leave? Did she go home? She crawled out of bed, dropping to her knees on the floor. She had a test... Right? She looked through her homework, noting her own particular organizational pattern. The essay was left undone but that wasn't it. Something was just on the edge of her mind. Absentmindedly, she switched on the radio for the white noise of news. She had to get ready. Whatever pressing matter she had, it would have to wait. She was late... She had something important to get to. Work... right? Was that right? She stood up, looking around for clothes. It took only a moment to realize she was already wearing them. She looked down at her t-shirt and jeans. Chilili was still wearing her shoes. Her apron was still intact. What the hell?

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She was at work... faced with several people but they weren't people... Gods? That's ridiculous... Familar faces, asking her to prove humanity was worthy. No, that was a dream, right? There was an argument... the apocalypse... she was chosen... Why her? She felt sick. Chilili sat down on the edge of her bed. "Don't be silly," she said to herself, "You've been studying to hard, working too hard... you came home and you were so tired that you fell asleep in your clothes... it's not the first time... You are not crazy... You are not... crazy,"

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Chilili Crow Dog turned her head towards the radio, catching the traffic report until it was interupted. She screamed with a start, jumping to her feet. She caught her rapid heartbeat in her throat. "Crap, I am crazy," she said to herself. A pencil snapped beneath her foot. Chilili shook her head as if it would stop the anouncement from happening. She could feel her old life slipping away from her. Why the hell did she agree? Why?! At the time, she felt cornered. It was fight or flight and she had to fight. But as the reality of her contract came to fruition, she had the panicked desire to leap out of the building. "No..." she said to herself, "Stop it... He has twenty stories... That gives you plenty of time to think..." And think she did. With the calm of a death-row convict, she took a shower and changed into another indistinct t-shirt and a clean pair of jeans. Chilili made herself some coffee. "You can't say no," she said to herself. This wasn't just about her anymore. And yet as Infinitous knocked on her door, her life began flashing before her eyes. Her childhood, her parents, her grandmother, college, the city, her job... Like a wheel spinning in her mind, it spun upon random memories of her old life. A life lived for herself. After the fourth knock, her mind stopped on a single memory. It was the last time she saw her mother. The last words she ever heard her say. Chilili paused, straddling between two worlds of reality and dream. She walked to the door and took a deep breath. The door opened wide upon a 13 year old boy. "Hi, come on in," she said.

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