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Valeri Gaarth

"It's folly to go...and yet."

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a character in “Quarantine”, originally authored by Lexen, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Characters Name: Valeri Gaarth
Age: twenty
Gender: female
Role: subject
Appearance:
Appart from her fierce red hair and green eyes, Valeri is mostly all fair. Her skin spotless with the exception of freckles on her shoulders and nose. She is five foot six and weighs around one hundred and ten pounds. Most describe her as scrawny with noticable hips that bones jut out boldy. Her only redeeming womanly feature would be her butt which she often recieves compliments on. The only mark on her skin is a tattoo on her right foot that is in black cursive and says '...still the heart beats.'

Personality

Curious and rash to the point of stupidity. Valeri is usually noted to venture into areas she shouldn't which makes her rather disliked among the general public. She tries to be socially accepted but finds her relations with people strained due to over thinking. It leads Val to become somewhat of a loner; however, her upbeat personality tends to keep her in a liveable manner without much depression or loneliness. Her ceaseless mind sometimes leaves her speechless while often staring mindlessly. Matched with her inability to behave well with people, some have assumed Valeri to be a rather shy or quiet person. If only they knew the things running through her mind.
Fears: Her greatest fear is to lose her sight. To discover and quench her thirst of knowledge Valeri often depends up on her eyes. Without them, Valeri fears she will live an empty life. Other fears include pain. The woman has a very low tolerance of pain so long as her mind is not working away at another situation. From the minor bite of small spider to the clawing of a great grizzly, Valeri is very fearful of any sort of physical discomfort.
Strengths: Due to ideal genetics, Valeri was blessed with the power of speed. Her legs long and powerful, she can make very quick and well-lengthed strides that make escaping from her situations rather easy. Also, her interest in random knowledge has left her with some facts that may seem useless independently but have amused her all the same.
Weaknesses: At the age of six she developed an allergy to seafood. It's a pity since her favourite food was salmon. Her larger downfall is her inability to consider the consequences and risks of her actions which can leave her open to very unfortunate situations.

History

Valeri was born the second youngest child in a family of six. It often left her neglected and spoiled in the material world. While she cared very little for objects she could get, Val became interested in the things out of reach. To know what she couldn't have and to find out why she couldn't have or see it. She started first by making her own stories and imaginary friends; however, such things do not last for long. When she grew old enough, Valeri turned into small crimes like trespassing to broaden her understanding and find those things she couldn't have. It became a trouble for her family but they were focusing on the older children so Val got swept under the rug. Even when the police came into the situations, as rare as they could find her, it was a mild repremand with little actual results. She began to learn that slowly, rules were more guidelines than anything else so long as she didn't venture into worse crimes.

Her life had continued on with small things, such as her highschool graduation and enterance into a university until this last summer. One of the summer homes on their island was closed off. The neighbours said it was due to an infestation of insects; however, Valeri wanted to find out for herself. It caused her to sneak into the house one night. It was strange, she had noted when entering, that there was no buzzing or movement. It was simply silent. The only real normality was a smell. It was unique and repulsive. She had to follow it. Step by step Valeri ventured deeper into the building until her eyes fell upon the rotting source. It was a body. The features were sunken by time but it could be seen to be the body of an older woman. Her left hand clutching onto a broken wine bottle. Yet as she creeped in closer to get a better look, she felt something grab her arm. Turning to face it, she recognized it as the owner's face but that was all she remembered. She felt a severe pain on her head and then everything went black.

When she had awoken, people had said she had fallen ill. It was the plague, they had said. Valeri wished to tell them of what she had seen; however, none took her seriously. Even her family dismissed her claims as her imagination gone awry again and the sickness making them worse. Try as she could, it would seem that she would be branded an plague victim and taken away to quarantine. Whatever awaits her now is a complete mystery.




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"Oh, I shouldn't." The words rang silently in her mind as her pink lips that pursed and pouted. It was here, sitting hunched over the dinner table of her family's cottage that Valeri reasoned with herself. The petty discussions her blood relatives were holding around her simply was swept into the background of her world. It mattered little what they said anymore for now all it ever was were words of caution and limitation. Valeri understood them as ignorant simpletons with no urge for adventure. They could never understand her so she kept her thoughts to herself. Sometimes her silence was so severe that visitors had assumed her to be a mute. In this house, she may as well be. So as one of her older brothers made a humourous comment, Val simply gave a closed mouthed grin and retreated back into her mind. "I mustn't. I was caught only a week ago, to go again would be folly." There it was, that rare glimmer of practical reason from the hasty young maiden; but, there was a reason it as so rare for as soon as the right choice came, it would swiftly be replaced by: "Nay. I have to." The need was not vital but the want was. She could feel that curiousity build up in her mind and make her bones quake with excitement. It was time to go.

Placing her thin hands on the table and pulling herself up on to her feet, Valeri tenderly smiled, "Thank you for dinner, father. If you need me, I'll be in my room." "Like you ever come out." One of her sisters barked. Valeri's green eyes paced over to meet with the woman's blue ones. Physically, the woman looked annoyed but Val was unsure if it was due to her interrupting her conversation, her leaving, or her existance in total. This sister had never seemed to like Valeri, like most of her siblings, but none were ever so rude as to admit it. It made Val reason for a while how to respond. Fighting was never idle since the redhead had very little experience with such interactions. In turn, Valeri simply smiled and gave her a farewell nod. She needn't comment. Her mind would flip between her sister and her adventure until reaching her room. Gently she closed the door behind her and locked it.

There was little time, she noted, while stripping herself down and replacing her clothes with darker ones. It helped her slink into the background unlike her pale skin. When all was buttoned, zipped and folded Valeri took to her window. Her hands making fast work of its notches, she threw herself from its open form to landed on her feet. It was thankful her room was on the first level. From here, she bounded into the night with one goal in mind: 64 Pine street.

The building was a wooden cottage, only two stories tall with a poorly shingled roof. There was only a thin strip of caution tape to ward away any visitors - if only they knew Valeri. She simply smirked at the yellow line and ducked under it. Her feet would bring her to the door. It was locked, an obvious disadvantage; however, it would appear that the owner would not be so bright as to close a nearby window. With a grin, Valeri quietly murmured to herself, "She's climbing your window and snatching your people up..." It made things a little brighter in this gloomy world - or house rather, as the woman slipped silently into the front room.

Unlike many other bug infested places, Valeri was surrounded by nothing moving. There were no sounds even, just errie silence. Even breathing seemed to disturb its peace. While the situation seemed to send goosebumps to layer her back, she didn't stop. This just made things all the more interesting. Why such a place would be closed off without any insects only made this that much more curious. It was time to investigate. It didn't take long to fall upon something heinous. It was a smell. She had smelt it once in the backstreets of the poorer side of her home town; however, had never found what it was. It would appear that today would be her lucky day. Creeping forward on her tiptoes, Valeri moved forward while following her nose. She would creep up, into the second layer of the building. The worn wood lightly creaking as she crept. It made her stand taller and pick up speed. With little time she made her way to the room and by the dim streetlight that peered in through the blinds, Valeri could make out a form. Taking in a deep breath of the poisoned air, she realized it was a human corpse. The woman, older in years, seemed to have been killed a while ago as the skin was pulled and sunken into the features. Her hand clenching onto a wine bottle upsidedown with the end of the bottle shattered. It would seem that rigous mortis was the cause to why she had seemed to grab onto it for so long; however, Valeri felt it spoke a creepy poetic statement about death. That was until something freaked any sense she had from her: someone had grabbed her wrist. Turning around in this rotting place, her green eyes set upon the face of the owner. As her lips began to form a loud question, everything went black with a hard pain to her head.

So begins...

Valeri Gaarth's Story

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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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The dining hall was pitifully silent as the subjects scraped at their meals. It was a pained, uncomfortable silence, and Abel didn't like it one bit.

It had only been a few hours since his arrival, and he was still reeling from the speed of events. The man hardly even glanced at the bowl of goo a staff member had set before him, preferring instead to glance pensively around at the other patients. They were a grim lot, he quickly decided. Something about this facility was off. Very off.

Being yanked from his life and shoved into quarantine was bad enough. But for some reason, the whole atmosphere felt more like a sterile prison and less like a medical facility. He'd braced himself for tests and needles and poking and prodding, but this-- this was something else entirely.

Abel glanced again at the other patients, picking at their bowls of gloop. They were quiet, trying to choke it down. Any conversations seemed furtive and short. He frowned. He could probably pick out which ones had been here longer, just based on eating habits alone. And by the circles around their eyes, and the pallor of their skin. They all seemed cowed, submissive, and afraid. Yes, definitely afraid.

But of what? Of dying from the sickness? Or- Abel glanced sideways at the man standing, watching them eat- of something else.

This was seeming more like a prison every minute.

As the redheaded girl next to him began to murmur something to her neighbor, Abel came to a conclusion. Maybe everyone else here knew something he didn't, but the rules hadn't exactly been explained to him yet and he wasn't about to sit around and follow the crowd into silence and fear. He may be diseased, but he wasn't going to mope about it.

First order of business: get word to Lonnie. Abel grimaced silently as he thought of the kid, alone and probably worried. It would be apparent now that Abel wasn't returning from his doctor visit, and Lonnie wasn't the best equipped to be on his own. Or to deal with disappointment. He needed to speak with him, somehow, to reassure him and make sure he would be alright.

Abel turned to scan the room one more time; this time he focused on the staff members. A few kitchen workers, milling about. And a solitary man, standing, watching the patients eat. He looked official, more powerful than the kitchen staff. His best bet, Abel figured.

He stood and took off toward him in one swift, fluid movement. His shoes clipped against the cold floor as he crossed the room. He felt as if every eye in the room bored into the back of his head, but he willed himself to keep walking. Just keep walking, eyes ahead. Just do it.

Even still, Abel crossed the space as quickly as he could without breaking into a run. He stopped a few feet from Jack, eyeing him for a split second before forcing himself to speak. If he didn't do it now, he never would. Once the words started, they jumbled together, pouring out like a breaking dam.

"Hello, um- I've been wondering: Is there a phone I could use? I want to make sure my family's alright, and let them know I'm still okay. I didn't get much of chance…." He trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hands and pulling up his best contrite smile, meeting the man's eyes. He'd never really considered himself a suckup, but hey, now seemed as good as any a time to start.

Anything it took.

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"Yes, but-" Abel trailed off as Jack shooed him back toward the table, not sure if he should argue the point further. The man seemed nice enough, but unusually dismissive, and he couldn't shake an uneasy feeling. In fact, with every interaction in this facility, unease seemed to grow in the pit of his stomach.

He finally just snapped his mouth shut and nodded slowly. He would just have to ask the doctor about it, whenever he made it there. Hopefully that would be soon. Probably would be, he assumed. It was only logical that a supposedly terminally ill patient would meet with the doctor frequently, for tests and treatment and whatever else happened in medical facilities. Abel hadn't seen the doctor yet, but he had only been in the facility for a few hours. He was probably still getting settled. Maybe tomorrow the tests would start.

But then again, everything was off in this place.

The man returned to the table, walking slower than he had when he'd gotten up to charge across the room, and sat back down next to the redheaded girl. He stared dismally down at his bowl of goop, as if seeing it for the first time. He'd been distracted when it had first been placed before him, and hadn't inspected it closely. It had looked like a bowl of grits or something, upon first glance.

It wasn't. It really, really wasn't. It was further confirmed as a girl down the table from him lifted her plate and asked if anyone wanted hers. Abel shook his head at the girl, avoiding her eyes, and looked back down at his own plate. No way he was even eating his own.

But that wasn't his immediate problem. He glanced sideways at the redheaded girl next to him, frowning. When he spoke, his voice was low, not quite a whisper but definitely not at normal speaking volume. He didn't want to disturb the silence or bring too much attention to himself. And he didn't really want Jack to overhear.

"You met the doctor yet?"

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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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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.]]