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Jessica Olson

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a character in “Puppeteers”, as played by bandgeek

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Name: Jessica Olson

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

Role: Puppeteer


Appearance: Her eyes are normally a golden brown color, since she wears contacts. Without them though, her eyes are a rusty brown color, and getting rustier every day which proves that they will soon be reddish. Jess is extremely tiny, but unlike most other girls would, she hates showing that off. Most of the time you'll catch her in sweatpants and hoodies, the tightest clothing she tends to wear would be her skinny jeans. She has brown hair that varies from dark brown to almost-blonde. It falls in gentle curls and ends a little below her shoulders. Her skin tone is very pale, which she gets from being Irish.

Style: Pretty much whatever she wants. At home she hates wearing pants, and will usually walk around in a longer shirt or a guy-version button down. Outside she's usually in a hoodie and dark-colored jeans. Though she dresses darker, she is in no way "emo" or "goth".

Weight: A hundred and four pounds

Height: Five foot


LikesDislikes
GuitarSynthesized Music
ReadingIdiots
SketchingBullies
Being in the BackgroundAttention Whores
Being AloneAnnoying People
NighttimeBright Lights
MusicSilence
HoodiesThose "High Shorts" Girls Wear
SkateboardingLipstick
CarsGirly Girls
Video GamesSpacer

HabitsFears
Cracking Her KnucklesBreaking a Bone
Biting Her LipMessing Up her First Kiss
Random SingingPeople Hating on her Music
InsomniaThe Nightmares
Checking Her PhoneBeing Lost
Hopeless RomanticSilence

Personality: Jessica is very much the introvert, preferring to blend into the background and say as little as possible. Though she can be quite the opinionated person, and when asked she will speak her mind. She takes after her father in the sense of being very stubborn, and she won't do something she doesn't want to do. Once she sets her mind to something, it's very unlikely to change. Also, she won't allow herself to be bullied or told to do something. Of course if someone asked her, she would probably happily say yes, but she doesn't take well to being ordered around. If you give her respect, you're likely to get it in return. But you should never expect a thing from her, because she isn't a mindreader and isn't going to run around trying to figure out how to please you or whatever it is you need.

It's very difficult to get under her skin too, but we'll share a few exceptions. Girls bother her greatly, to the point that she will studiously ignore them and try her best to have as little to do with them as possible. Jocks, cheerleaders, overly-preppy people, and promiscuous people also get on her nerves. Though death never bothered her, she did see her mother slaughtered in front of her when she was seven years old. It's almost like there is a shell around her, and it takes a lot to get through it. She uses it to protect herself, not letting people in and instead hiding the true her. This means that she can usually come off really rude and uncaring, when really she's just very upfront and not bothered by most things.



History: Like written earlier, Jess's mother died when she was seven years old. Her father had been out at work, and her and her mother were occupied at their flower shop. Jess never liked the flowers, or her mother, but she was forced to go there every day. After being sent in the back to get some flowers, two teenage boys entered the shop and tried to get her mother to give them the money from the register. When her mother told them she wouldn't and tried to bolt for the back, they shot her. Seven year old Jess got to watch the whole thing, and she doesn't even remember crying about it. Just waited for them to leave and called her daddy, whom she had always liked more than her mother. From there, her father called the cops.

So she grew up with her father, creating her obsession of video games and cars and skateboarding.


Living Family: Father

Other: When she was little, she used to eat a lot of oranges. But after having to go to the hospital because she took in so much acid from them, she now has a fear of them.

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So begins...

Jessica Olson's Story

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[For the Puppeteers-]

You find a glossed letter with a red seal in your mail. Image

"Hello, [ Your Name ]
The time has come.

You are going from a Junior Puppeteer to a full Puppeteer. You will be going through the initiation, and finding a long term spouse. This is not optional. If you decide not to come, then you will be hunted and executed.

Trust me, I don't think you want to do that.

You are to report to the Scotland campus. For the location, please consult your parents. It is where they completed their initiation, and I don't think they would forget it.

You have 5 days to get there.

Go.

~ C. H., Head Puppet Master"

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J e s s i c a -- O l s o n


Jessica stared at the note in her hand, completely and utterly surprised. Her parents had not prepared her for this, they never told her she needed to be initiated, or that she had to be married. All she had known was that her parents married young, but at sixteen? That was crazy, insane. What sort of people would be making them- teenagers -do such a thing? Jess didn't see any plus in being married, it had nothing to do with being a Puppeteer- which she had only recently been introduced to. Sighing heavily, she slumped down in a chair at the island, waiting for her father to get home so she could give him the letter. Her mother had passed away the year before, killed by another Puppeteer for cheating on her husband. It had made the teenager develop a bit of hatred towards the Puppeteers, but she also couldn't find a good reason to blame them.

Her mother had cheated, after all.


Her father returned home not too long later, carrying bags of take out food and his briefcase. She quickly rose to help him with his things, pulling the briefcase out of his hands and a few bags before placing them all gently on the island, where they tended to eat at more often than the actual dining room table. It had always been her mothers thing, sitting and eating together like a family. Without her, that had stopped, but neither of them seemed to mind much. Her father and her got along just fine without her mother there, and both of them had made a sort of silent agreement to just not think or talk about it.

So far, it was working out pretty good.


Fork halfway to her mouth, she paused, looking up at her father and then to the letter. Plucking it off the table, she handed it to him without a word, standing to get them refills. Another difference since her mother left, the only thing they really drank anymore was soda. John- her father -was a Dr. Pepper guy, and she was all for the red Mountain Dew. It was about the only thing in their fridge, since neither of them knew how to cook so they usually just ordered out or had premade meals done for them.

Surprisingly, her father seemed more upset than happy. Neither of them spoke about it, he only mentioned once that she might want to get ready that night because they would be leaving around noon tomorrow and it wasn't normal for Jess to wake up before one- it wasn't her fault that Tumblr and writing and drawing and guitar kept her up until four in the morning. Wasn't her fault that the only time she got the muse to do such things was when she was way past tired and was probably on the brink of insanity. Standing, she collected her and her dad's plates before going over to wash them. While she did that, he got out the ice cream and prepared two bowls, leaving for his office when he was finished.

Never, ever waking up before noon again.


That morning was torture. She was awoken by Kellin Quinn screaming in her ear- it was the loudest song she had on her phone -, which caused her to literally flail and fall out of bed. Quickly throwing on clothes which consisted of her LOVEsick jeans[ black with white skulls on one leg, plain black on the other leg] and My Chemical Romance's last shirt sold in stores, she threw some other things in her bag and was downstairs just as her father was calling her to get ready to go. As soon as she got in the car she plugged in her phone and her and her father sang- screamed -along to her music for the next hour until they reached the building.

Though she wouldn't admit it...


...as they pulled up to the building, the butterflies started to wake up in her stomach, making her grateful that she had forgotten lunch that morning. Downing the rest of her drink- an energy drink this time, courtesy of her father stopping at the gas station -she gently pushed the car door open and stepped out into the sunlight. "Do you think anyone is here yet?" she asked, still surveying her surroundings.

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Phillip has came back from school. He was surprised no one tried to give him and his friend any trouble. "Alright, see ya later man." He was looking forward to a nice weekend of fishing, get a few brook trout-they'd be eating well. He opened the door to find his brother and sister in law in the kitchen. They had moved in after his parents...left. "Hey Phil." His brother was starting supper as Phil picked up the letter on the table. "What's this?" His brother saw the seal and explained to him "The puppeteers of course! Always gotta put their goddamn nose in everything..." They were raised to not feel superior to mortals, they were still living beings. "Ah, you're going back to Scotland? Say hello to demoman while you're there." After a pause, Phil was led by his brother into his room. "Here." A knife was drawn on him. "Dad used this in the trials, and he gave me it to do the same. Now it's your turn bro." Phil folded the Fox 599 Karambit, and put it in his pocket. "Thanks man."

Before Phil was sent up to pack, his brother mentioned the "money for the trip. Dad saved enough, he knew this'd come." Phil's packing was brief, he wasn't planning on being gone for too long. He just dumped out his backpack, and stuffed in what he needed. enough clothes... he clipped the carabiner on his belt loop. It had his Sheffield, forceps, measuring tape.. "necessary stuff," making sure not to forget his headphones. He parted his home, with a farewell from his brother. "Hey, show them pussies how it's done." Phil promised him he would as he walked away. "Sure will."

His parents were the only one's who drove, and his brother didn't have a license. "One hell of a walk. Good thing they gave me five days...." He wasn't that far, only a one hour drive. Moving the headphones from his neck, and mounting them on his head, a bit of music would hurry up the process.

The club music had ended, and now Chezidek was playing. He was so glad to of brought his headphones, but there was one downside. He had arrived at the campus, but hadn't noticed he was swinging his arms slightly and was whispering "call pon dem..." He began to wait around for people to flow in, yet only one of them did. "Who's that?" Phil decided to introduce himself. He began to walk towards Jessica, but was soon having second thoughts and turned bashful. Managing a few words, "I'm here." He thought this was an internal victory, and he would be sure to celebrate.

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Viviana and her parents pulled up in their car and she got out to get her bags. She opened her trunk got her two bags and started walking up to where she saw other people. One of them was standing a little behind the other so she decided to go to him first.

"Hi, i'm Viviana, did you just get here too?" She looked at the boy curiously. He looked nervous. Vivy set her bags down horizontally and sat on the bigger one not knowing if they were allowed inside yet. She pulled out her sketch pad from her smaller bag and continued her sketch of her friend from school.

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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After several hours of road travel, Malecai and his mom finally pulled up in front of Scottland's Campus. He flipped his hair from out his face. He observed the campus as he tucked his iPod into his back pocket. It was pretty big. With his gaze still on the campus, he opened the trunk and helped his mother take out his bags. He wasn't to nomadic, but he was used to traveling a lot. She kissed him on his forehead as if she'd actually miss him, and took off before he could change his mind. Malecai slowly pulled his two rolling luggage, with his duffel bag across his chest. A few yards away, he spotted three distinct people. A dude with classes, and two girls with dark brown hair. He analysed them with great detail, which was particularly apart of his ability. Common sense told him that they were like him in a sense. He walked a few yards closer, but kept his distance. One of them sketched on a sketchbook. Malecai flipped his hair again, and stood on the other side of the campus. He wasn't the type to make friends. He looked back over at the girl, and accidentally made eye contact with her. He immediately looked away.

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When she turned back around, her father and the car was gone. "Great," she muttered, aware that she was now alone with nothing to do. They had gotten there the day after they had received the letter, which meant she could have been sitting there along for another three days before another person arrived. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out an older looking book, Hamlet to be exact. She had read the book twice now, but each time she read it she found something that she had missed the previous time. It wasn't like she was some literature freak, she just read pretty much anything she could get her hands on. Being "the nerd" never bothered her, she didn't have to be pretty or popular. Not that she had time for friends anyways, always either at work, reading/writing, practicing guitar, or drawing. Well, work took up most of her time, but half the time she was there she wasn't really doing anything- so those things were a good distraction. And when her insomnia kept her up all night, her guitar provided entertainment. Even if her father had to soundproof her room because she kept waking him up.

Jess heard someone approaching behind her, and closed the book before sliding it into her bag. Though as she went to say hello, another girl suddenly appeared and took the boys attention. No worries, she was glad that the girl had done so. She really wasn't the most social- or kind -person, it wouldn't be in her best interest to make enemies already. Especially since she was still half asleep, the Venom in her hand wasn't doing much. She should have gone for a Monster, but they were out of green and she refused to drink any other kind. Though she wasn't quite sure that there was much of a difference between them, it didn't matter.

When a fancy Mercedes pulled up to the campus, her interest peaked. So far she hadn't seen anyone arrive in too expensive of cars, even her fathers own Lexus IS wasn't as expensive. Pulling her duffel onto her shoulder- careful not to spill her drink -she lazily made her way over to the boy who had just exited the car. "Hey," she called, an attempt to get his attention. "You're here for the thing, right?" Her eyes trailed over him for a moment, before returning to his face. "Yeah, you are." She answered her own question, looking almost thoughtful as she took in the boy before her. "Anyways, I'm Jess, not that it matters. Mind if I stand over here and pretend to talk to you? I really don't feel like socializing."

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Lucan Seth Oakley Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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∞Lucan∞

The drive to the campus was terrible, and to top it all off, his iPod had died halfway through, so he sat there for three hours listening to his parents continuously congradulate him..as if they didn't know it was happening? They had known since the day he was born; hell, even he had known. He had been slowly waiting for his life to end, only, it didn't seem real. None of it did. So what? He had to marry someone. Then, they would grow old and do the same with their own kids. Quite honestly, he had no other future planned for himself..so, this was as good as it would get.

Hopping out of the Mercedes, his parents immediately drove off, leaving him with his two bags, and a white beanie on his head. He glanced around casually, then pulled out a cool Monster, popping the top. His eyes scanned the campus, as he noticed already a few people standing around. Before making his way over, a girl who had just approached him said, after quite the introduction, "I'm Jess, not that it matters. Mind if I stand over here and pretend to talk to you? I really don't feel like socializing." The way she spoke almost made Lucan laugh. "You're about as social as me, huh?" he said, smirking slightly, as he adjusted his beanie and took another sip from his monster. "I'm Lucan, cool to meet you..I'm down for that." Raising his eyebrows, he studied Jess closely. She was attractive, no doubt. But that wasn't his reason for coming here, he quickly reminded himself. "You're a fan of Monster I see?" he asked after noticing the can in her hand.

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Phil was recovering from his period of shyness when he heard a voice below him. "Hi, I'm Viviana, did you just get here too?" He couldn't lie, he was a bit startled. After jumping back a bit, he looked for the source. "Don't do-" He met her eyes and hushed up immediately-he couldn't flip out on something this dainty. "Yea..." he allowed his voice to die and slowly fall down to a mumble and then silence. His cheeks were red and he knew it. Standing next to her, he gathered a bit of stability. "Phil."

Shifting his gaze slowly upward, moving from the ground, up her body, he stopped at her sketches. Interrupted by doors slamming he looked up. He thought it was odd, the girl he had tried to talk to, was now over on the other end of the campus, speaking to someone else. He returned to Viviana and her sketches. "You're pretty good." He let his eyes drift up to her face, leaving her with a smirk.

Another door closed, and he looked back at Jessica. Phil was a bit rustled, she was now talking with two others, but wouldn't even regard the one who tried to talk to her first? "Hey we don't need them to have a bit of fun." Phil tried not to be angry about being ignored by Jessica, but kept glancing up at the scene on the other end of the campus. He didn't want to handle it, and would rather just remove himself from the situation. He put his hand on Viviana's back, to hint at her to stand. "Wanna put this in your room?"
As his hand moved up and nudged on her shoulder blades, he reached down for the smaller bag. He didn't know if she would be determined to stay, and he couldn't take the larger bag with her on it. "May I?" Maybe he hadn't presented himself well enough to Jessica. If he showed himself as a gentleman, it might make a better impression, and have more desirable results.

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She wasn't quite sure what had convinced her to go over to the new boy- well, they were all new -but she was glad she had. One glance back at the other boy and she was sure he was just a flirt, and he didn't seem to be a very good one at that. It didn't matter, she had no real concern with these people, just had to go through some initiation and marry one. No problem, right? She could try and get along with them, and if they just didn't fit then they could surely just get a divorce. The Puppeteers weren't really going to force them to live together, married, if they didn't get along.

Right?


Her thoughts left her slightly more worried than before, but she didn't let it show. Everyone here seemed, well, okay so far. There was nothing to worry about, honestly. She was just getting worked up for nothing. Instead of thinking about it, she focused her attention on the boy- Lucan, in front of her. "If you'd rather hide in your room and play xbox rather than go out, then yes, just about as social as you." Many times her friends asked her to do things, like go to the mall or the movies, but she always declined, making excuses about tests and silly things that really didn't exist. "Mm, cool to meet you too," she repeated his words, still not entirely paying attention until he mentioned the drink in her hand. This time she smiled, nodding. "It's probably the only thing that can wake me up in the morning," she joked, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. "It doesn't seem to be working much now though." Her hand moved up to brush a few stray pieces of hair out of her face, completely oblivious to the fact that Lucan was, "checking her out". "You obviously are too," her eyebrows raised as she spied the similar can in his hand.

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[OOC: If you saw my last post, ignore it. We are continuing with this one! c:]

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Viviana heard footsteps behind her, she turned around to see who it was. They made eye contact and the boy blushed and quickly looked away so Vivy turned her attention back to the other boy. "Don't do-" Viviana was a bit surprised when he spoke because it was so abrupt and he sounded kind of annoyed, then he looked down at her and his voice grew gentler. "Yea... Phil." Viviana smiled when he introduced himself, he seemed nice, maybe she didn't hate all pupeteers after all.

Phil looked down at Viviana's drawings, "You're pretty good." She smiled "Thanks, this is my friend. I'm gonna' miss her when I'm here. She looked down at the sketchpad again and stuck her pencil in the binding done drawing for the moment.

Viviana stood up feeling a hand on her back, "Wanna put this in your room?" He nudged her shoulder blades and reached down for the smaller bag. "May I?" Viviana smiled again. "You may, you can call me Vivy too if you'd like, which ever one you like better." She took the bigger bag and started walking towards the entrance of the building with her new... friend?

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Lucan Seth Oakley Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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Phil was reassured that he had cooled down enough when she smiled. He had always been worried that he got angry too easily, but this time he was pulled back to earth-although he thinks it was more over her appearance and not self discipline.

When she spoke of a friend she missed. "Well, maybe I'll give you something to keep your mind off her." He was glad she would go inside with him, all that was going on outside, along with the people he didn't want to deal with. "Vivy sounds good," he said with another nudge. He was slightly disappointed that she had taken the larger bag. Did she want him to carry that too? He would gladly hold it for her, but he didn't want to be pushy.

He stopped worrying about her luggage as they approached the entrance. "Is it locked?" Phil was determined to find out. There must of been a reason why they hadn't been invited inside, but his curiosity fell-he didn't want to kick the door and alter his reputation with these puppeteers even further. "So uh... what now?" with a grin.

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Lucan Seth Oakley Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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They continued walking and as they reached the entrance they stopped. "Is it locked?" Vivy looked over to her friend and shrugged, neither of them knew anything more than the other it seemed, at least Vivy didn't feel dumb for not knowing.

"So uh... what now?" Phil asked as he smiled. Vivy turned to him giggled and said "I don't know." she tried the knob and it was indeed locked. she then backed up and kicked it really hard in the center. It stayed standing. "Jeez, this thing is strong. How are we supposed to get inside?" She sat down leaning against the door just as it opened and she fell down onto her back. Viviana looked up as she fell seeing a very dapper man dressed in a butler's uniform. She felt like she was attending a party in a huge mansion or something. Viviana quickly got up with the help of Phil and turned back to the man.

"Umm, hi! Can we go in?" The man pointed inside saying yes and Vivy walked in sitting down on a couch in the lobby. "Well that worked." She said to herself and sighed loudly.

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Lucan Seth Oakley Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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Viviana's giggle went through Phil. He didn't feel weak in the knees, he could still stand. Impressed by her actions of being straightforward and trying the door, something he didn't want to do. "Jeez, this thing is strong. How are we supposed to get inside?" Phil laughed and rolled up his sleeves. "Maybe I can do something about that." He was all about teasing and joking around, but soon he would be needed. She fell to the ground, and Phil rushed to assist. Trying to hold back a laugh, "Are you alright?" He didn't mind helping her up - she was small, then again, most were in Phil's eyes.

Phil followed Viviana into the lobby. He sat on the couch next to her, and glanced over to her. His cheeks were red and he knew it, must of been from sitting so close to her. In an attempt to lighten the situation, he tried teasing her a bit. Taking off his headphones, he placed them gently on her, and looked away off into space as if nothing happened.

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Character Portrait: Viviana Blackwell Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip PĂȘche Character Portrait: Lucan Seth Oakley Character Portrait: Malecai Knoltes

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Phil sat down next to Viviana and put his headphones on her. Vivy saw how red his cheeks were, she thought it was cute. As Phil pretended nothing happened so did Vivy. She took the headphones and placed them on her ears and plugged them into her phone, she pretended she was listening to her music unaware of Phil's presence.

After a while of them both pretending she took of his headphones smiled at him and handed them back over. "So, what do you want to do now? This place is like huge!" She got up and started circling the big room exploring every figurine on the shelves and every picture on the walls.

She came across a picture of her parents' graduation? Vivy had no idea what it was called when you left this place other then the word she used, heaven. She took it off them wall and sat back down looking at her parents expression. They looked so sad, why wouldn't they want to leave here? Oh yeah, because they didn't care about taking advantae of their awful abilities and using their power over others.

Viviana placed the picture on the couch next to her after drawing a mustache on her mother and devil horns on her father with her sharpie. She then looked back to Phil. "I'm bored."