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Lex Bluarry

''I d-don't know...''

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a character in “Quarantine”, as played by tornadofan2

Description

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Characters Name: Lexeron Bluarry
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Male
Role: Subject
Appearance:
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Lex is a bit of a pale looking boy, but is quite fit, although he looks quite tired at times. He has grayish blue coloured eyes and brown hair. He has a kind smile and smiles quite a lot. He isn't that long, around 167 centimeters long and is quite muscular. Though he looks quite skinny. He has quite large feet and normal hands.
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Personality:
Lex is a bit shy, well, quite shy, and normally is somewhere alone. He has a fear to interact with anyone, scared he gets bullied. He's rather silent, and talks only when need to. He enjoys being quiet and being in quiet places. He's kind and polite, very polite, never showing no politeness. He'll care for his friends and wants to make sure they are alright, but sometimes is scared to defend them. He enjoys dancing, he really does, and singing, but is shy when standing on a podium or performing. He enjoys reading.
Fears: To be hurt, to be bullied, to be commanded, to be alone, to speak up his mind and give his opinion, the doctor.
Strengths: He's quite good in climbing and fighting. He can do Karate.
Weaknesses: Talking, interacting, running.
History:
Lex has been hurt quite a lot in his life. He was born with a twin sister. His mother died when he was one and his sister passed away six months later. He was alone with his father. His father had it difficult. He had loved his wife, but she had been gone. Every time he would look at Lex, he would almost burst out in tears crying.

When he was four he first went to school. They soon discovered how smart he was and send him a few grades up into the third grade. There he was bullied because he was so young and small. He was pushed to the ground a lot and often beaten up. The teachers did nothing against it though. Until one day a teacher helped him and made a whole protocol against bullying. It took the bullies a year before they started bullying him again, but less worse.

When he was 7, he got karate lessons, and trained really hard. He never dared to use it though, and he still kept being beaten up. So, he took lessons at home. Often, he would just stare outside and watch the animals outside of his window. He'd love to watch them. When he was 10, his father passed away, a victim of suicide. Lex lived with his grandparents ever since.

It was a happy life with his grandparents. They often went out eating or did fun stuff. With every birthday, they would bake a cake together and eat it with a lot of cream. When he was fourteen, his grandparents passed away, and he came to live in an adoption family. They became ill and so became he, although it was a rumor, and although he didn't know. He was taken away when he was 16 years old.
Roleplay Sample:
Lex opened his eyes and yawned. He stretched and sat up, than rubbed his eyes. Where was he again? He remembered home, old sweet home. The nice fresh smells. He smiled and closed his eyes, lay down again and thought back of home. He remembered the happy times with his father. They had loved to walk through parks and watch the animals. They would swim in a large lake centered in the middle of the forest and splash each other. But than, his father committed suicide.

Lex could remember the awe full look. His father had hang himself, and cut himself. Blood had covered the walls and floor of his father's bedroom, and his father had locked Lex inside the room. Lex had sat there two full days crying, begging Heaven to bring his father back, knowing it wouldn't have result. The police than had found him and he had told everything that happened. The police had placed him by his grandparents, since he hadn't got any other family.

His grandparents had been gentle to him, but he often had hurt them. He often had tried stuff that would break a parent's heart. But, it were all small things, but still. He could remember his grandmother dying, and his grandfather shortly after. He had cried again, longer than when his father died, scared he was all alone. He never had felt alone like that before.

He eventually came to his adoption parents. They had three girls and a boy already, and he was the fifth child. They were all older then him but cared for him. His adoption parents were ill, and that he was too. But the others not. He didn't know why, but he didn't mind he guessed. But then he was taken away, and ever since his happiness had rather gone, even though he often acted quite happy.

Lex sighed and opened his eyes. They were red because he held back his tears.

So begins...

Lex Bluarry's Story

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Lex opened his eyes with a deep sigh and looked down at his plate. He frowned at what he saw, some kind of paste or whatever it was, on his plate, and made a disgusted face. Why had he been ill? Why had it been him? He didn't know, he probably would never know, for the only thing he knew he would stay here for the rest of his life, or die anywhere soon, it didn't matter. Even dying seemed way better than staying in this horrid place for the rest of his life.

No, he couldn't think that way. He was going to get out alive, healthy, ready for the world. He was going to live in a town, meet a nice girl, marry her and be happy with her. He was going to have children and take them out, take good care of them and do fun stuff. They'd have the time of their lives and he would welcome anyone to come along. He would have a dog, and maybe a lizard, but a nice family at least. He would be happy with them, forever, until the day he would die, and he would die in peace and go to a peaceful place, and wait for his wife, or join her. But he was going to have a happy life.

Who was he kidding? He had given up the hope on a happy life a few years ago already. Sometimes it seemed happiness wasn't meant for him, but he kept it close to his heart. He'd make sure he never went depressed and would laugh in himself when someone would say anything bad about. He did this, just to keep himself happy. He'd be depressed, and maybe even dead, if he hadn't done it.

He smiled faintly at his own thoughts, they were always funny in some way. But he never lost his politeness. It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing, to anyone he came along, he'd be polite. Like he would die if he wouldn't be polite. Maybe he would, you'd never know. But he was just raised to be polite.

He yawned, he hadn't really slept last night, not that you could expect perfect sleep through out the nights at this facility, than you'd better stay awake, but he had tried to sleep, but had gotten no further then two hours or so. It was strange, yet that's how it was. So he almost desperately longed for a good night sleep, but knew he wouldn't. But he would just keep trying, maybe, just maybe he would sleep in the end.

Looking down at his plate again, a shiver went down his spine as he remembered last time. He didn't want to think about it though, and closed his eyes. Thinking about something that he liked to eat, he opened his eyes and thought really hard of chocolate. He slowly puts the tips of his fork in the 'thing' and took a little of it, then puts it in his mouth and thought harder of chocolate. He chewed it a few times before swallowing, and till his surprise, it didn't seem to taste that bad anymore when you thought of something you really liked.

Of course, once the thinking stopped, the awful taste would return.

Taking another bit, he thought of chocolate again, and ate it almost without hesitation, as if he could taste the chocolate. He took another bit and thought of chocolate, and ate the bit. How more he seemed to do that, how more it seemed to taste like chocolate, and in no time, the 'food' was gone from his plate. He was surprised himself.

Lying down the fork beside his plate, he looked at it, seeming amazed, until, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed someone he'd probably rather not noticed. A man was watching them, and he had never seen the man before, but he knew already trouble was coming. He didn't know the name of the man, and he guessed he didn't want to know the name of the man, but it made him slightly curious about how he ended up here.

Slowly turning his head a bit, he looked at Jack, carefully calculating if he should trust the man, or not, but already knew the answer to that. Of course he shouldn't trust the man, but still. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched, before turning his gaze back at the plate, but keeping a bit of an eye on him.

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Valeri had arrived, to her dismay, to this hell. It was only her third day and she already didn't like it - not that it was hard understand why. Yet her ever happy-go-lucky personality found one positive aspect in all of this: the possibilty to increase her knowledge. What was here, why it was here, and who really was in charge: all a mystery for her to unravel. Then came the food.

Her green eyes watched as it jiggled and wiggled. The darker part of her mind began to ponder where they would get such filth. 'Perhaps past residences...' Her features fell into a look of discontent. This would be the death of her. The woman still tried to avoid eating, but sitting at the third day, it was getting hard to avoid. She could feel that pain in her stomach. It was a pain she was hardly accustomed to but it slowly was becoming her world. The thing one doesn't know about hunger is its continuous ability to consume the mind. Over the passing days, Val's mind has slipped from naive curiousity to numb obbession. Perhaps it was time to remedy the issue, the girl considered while taking the fork in hand. For the brief moment she swayed the piece in hand while mentally building up the courage to act. Taking in a deep breath, Valeri dug the fork into the mess. 'Again with the wiggling.' She noted in disgust. Yet, her action had already begun. Within seconds the fork full of filth found its way into her mouth and down the hatch it went.

The brief moments after consumption were sickening for her tastebuds. They begged for relief but found none. Nothing to quench her distaste while the hole in her stomach urged her to take another. She was certain this was hell but she would fight it as best she could. Finding more bravery, her fork was plunged back into the food and consumed. She managed four other mouthfulls before her body physically ached from the taste. Fighting to avoid throwing up all the food she had muscled through, Val sat back into her chair and pulled a hand over her mouth. 'One...two...three...' She counted mentally while the feelings began to subside. The relief was painted across her face as her shoulders settled down. She was thankful she was so scrawny and needn't eat much more to keep her body as it was. There were some advantages in having a boyish figure after-all.

Letting the food settle, Val took a moment to look around. Her fellow subjects were close by, each seemed to have the same pitiful reaction to the food. It was obviously what what intended for them. It was as if they were being punished for becoming sick - like it was their fault. It annoyed Valeri, more than she could say. It didn't help when one of the staff appeared to be eyeing them from the corner. It was creepy, that much she knew. She wanted to glare back but found herself just looking at him with a blank look. Perhaps she had momentarily forgotten how to glare, or cared little to do so. Maybe it was her physical weakness from the lack of food. Whatever the reason, Valeri couldn't pull herself to show Dr. Jack her discomfort. Insteads, her green eyes only flickered to one of the fellow subects: Lex.

She hadn't been paying enough attention to him to notice his reaction to the staff members; however, she had some type of guess that his thoughts may be similar to hers. In turn, Valeri tried her best to seem friendly and likeable - but try is always the main word. "Um, hello." She paused, playing on what she should say or if she were allowed to say anything. Something eventually slipped out, "So, how long have you been here for? You seem...better adjusted." The woman tried for a grin but seemed to end with a half smirk. Her mouth seemed still numb after that horrid food.

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Lex turned his head slowly as he heard a whisper of a girl next to him, and looked at her. She had red hair, and looked friendly, yet he was unsure if he should talk, or just say silent and ignore, but that'd be impolite. He gave a faint smile, and looked at her plate. ''See, miss, I think of something else if I eat this... 'food,'' he said politely, calling her miss. He looked at her, hoping he was polite and friendly enough. He didn't want to get beat up again, or hurt again, like he had been a lot in his life.

''I haven't been here too long. Just long enough to know that if you won't eat, they will just force you to do so,'' he said and looked around. He looked at the man in the corner who seemed friendly, but he didn't trust it. The man could as well not care, and just hide it. It worried him slightly, and he gave a polite smile back, before looking back at the woman next to him. He sighed softly and looked at her plate. ''It doesn't taste that good, but it's all you've got to eat, so maybe try thinking of something, like chocolate,'' he said politely and looked at his empty plate.

He hadn't been here for long, maybe a week or two. He wasn't completely sure, since time seemed to go so slow around here. It was as if someone was slowing down time just to make this place creepier and scarier. He knew it wasn't though, time went as fast as it always went. It was just in his head, in all their heads. The fear would keep him, and the others, at bay and make sure he, or the others, wouldn't get themselves in trouble. That's how it worked, sadly. He found it cruel, but there was nothing he could do against them. He didn't even dare to do anything against them.

A soft sigh escaped him, and he looked at his empty plate. He remembered his life with his grandparents, and a small smile spread across his face. Life with his grandparents was great.

He could remember his last birthday there. They had made a huge cake, with a lot of decoration and whipped cream. They than had eaten all of it and laughed when his grandfather had put his face in his part of the cake. They had a lot of fun that day, and went to bed happily. He missed that time.

He than thought of his father. It had been sad but happy. His father often cried, but they did some fun stuff too. They did lessons together, and often made jokes or songs about what he had to learn. He'd loved to sing along with his father. He'd loving singing and dancing, and often practiced in his room. He liked that, but here he wouldn't. He was too scared to even talk really, yet he had just talked to the woman beside him, which was a small miracle. He hadn't expect to talk, but not talking would be not be polite.

Curse his politeness. He probably was the most polite of all around here. He had grown up to be polite, and never act impolite. He would keep that promise to his father and grandparents. Than at least they would be always be with him. They would be anyway, because he always thought about him. He loved them, with his heart, and had rather given his life for them to live, sadly it had turned around the other way. But he had to keep positive, other wise he wouldn't survive at all. So he would keep as positive as he could.

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#, as written by Lexen
Valeri ignored most of the ongoings, such as talks of phone calls and doctors, and let her attention stick onto this man. He seemed so...weak. Yes, weak was the way Val understood him. Quiet was too general a term and didn't include his seemingly low disposition. It was as if he viewed her as a threat. Valeri had ever been seen as such a thing. No, most considered her a playful fool that was easily disposed of. And yet, as this man formally called her a 'miss', she couldn't help but wonder how in the world she would play this new role or if she liked playing it. Watching him seem to sigh and look slightly downtrodened in her eyes, Valeri took a brief moment to mull over her options. It would seem she would fall back into her more silent side as her mind went on and on.

With time and a mild tune in her head, the red head spoke to Lex, "Does all the food taste the same?" She didn't finish asking before her fork found its way over to his side and pulled some of the mess from it. Quickly the utensil was forced into her mouth and she finished off the bite. "Wow, they really do know how to make the taste consistent. It must be fiber..." Her voice died off as she took another bite of hers. Yes, it seemed that way. Her mind went over again how unhealthy this would actually be for a person considered sick. It didn't look good. Turning back with a furrowed brow, she asked, "Do we get any vitamins pills or the like? This doesn't mean very...right." Her green eyes would search his face for a moment before turning to look around. She didn't want to wait. Yet, seeing no way into a kitchen from her current spot, there was very little she could do...in this room.

Forgetting about her previous question to the male, Valeri almost stood from her seat. That was until another low voice was heard by her. She looked confused by the question. It was an easy question to answer. She too was a recent addition to the facility and had little knowledge of anything else but the look of defeat from everyone else. "I assume you don't mean Dr. Suess. If not, then no. Sorry. No doctor has appeared yet. Now if you will, I shall be back." She flashed Abel a quick grin before rising from her seat.

Taking to her feet, her green eyes would stare at Jack for a brief moment to see if he were watching. Even if he was, the girl used it more of gage of how far she could leave her table - well, she would have had Valeri been a person for thinking of future action at all. Instead, she simply bolted. Her legs taking her from the cafeteria to down the hall. She was in search of a kitchen; however, with each stride, seemed to not find anything remotely related. There was a class, a gym and a room of curiousity - or so Valeri described the box. Since she was already out, Val decided that perhaps it may be best to take this chance to look around as it may not last much longer.

Her thin hands went for the door nob, and to her dismay, found it locked. Immediantly she reached for her hair to grab onto a bobby pin for such situations, but she fell upon a rather terrible situation: there were no bobbypins. She had forgotten that all had been removed upon her enterance into the facility. "Those sneaky bastards." Val cursed under her breath. The girl removed her hands from the door and took a step back to stare at it. Her mind was able to wonder the many possiblities that laid behind this strange door and what it would mean for her.

[[OOC: Sorry if I'm jumping the gun a little...just want some excitment.]]