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Adam McGregor

The delinquent scientist.

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a character in “The Poetaster and the Singing Dolls”, as played by Townhouse

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-Name: Adam (Lawrence Adam Winchester-McGregor)

-Age: 17

-Gender: Male

-Sexuality: Asexual, Aromantic

-Role: Anti-Fan

-Description: Standing upright at 6'1", Adam has the potential to look fairly imposing. Instead he generally comes off as a lanky teenager with a bad attitude. He's fairly thin - one might assume (correctly) that he's not extremely strong, though he is fairly practiced in pulling himself bodily out of unpleasant situations - and slouches in one direction or another most of the time. He's fairly pale, with thin, straight, poorly taken care of red hair, sharp blue eyes, and freckles that are surprisingly few and far between.
-Adam refuses to wear anything purely decorative; his disposable wardrobe consists entirely of pre-worn tee shirts and jeans. More permanent fixtures include a pair of biking gloves, a brown naugahyde bomber jacket he found in the trash somewhere, a suspiciously new-looking pair of running shoes, and a wallet that conveniently chains to his pants. He owns two backpacks, each of which contains a change of clothes or two and whatever he happened to pick up last time he used it. He only carries one at a time and usually stuffs the other into a nook somewhere where people don't look too often, so I don't know why I'm talking about it in the 'appearance' section.

-Personality: Comes across as a bit of an asshole most of the time. Adam is rather asocial and has a fairly short temper. He is bewildered by a lot of things - intimate relationships, a wide range of emotions, fear, literature - and does his best to avoid them. When he can't he either grudgingly deals with the thing or tries to fight it, usually physically. Talking to people in general isn't much of a problem for him (in that it doesn't bother him; he's sort of bad at it), but he gets uneasy in crowds and compulsory events and has a tendency to get annoyed over insignificant things. He really could not care less how you feel.
-Adam's motivations are fairly alien, even to him. He does some things because he wants to see if he can, or because nobody else is going to, or because they interest him to some extent, but more than anything he functions on inertia; while his actual desire to survive is fairly low, he keeps going because it would take more thought and just as much effort to stop. He occasionally ponders this and concludes that he does not actually care enough to ponder it anymore.
-On the upside, his lack of social capacity allows for a scientific inclination - at least, that's what his middle school counselor had said when she was trying to gently explain to his mother that he was misanthropic and failing English. She was probably right; he has a habit of prodding at things (literally or figuratively) to see what will happen, and if he gives up on running away from them or beating them up he tends to approach problems using the scientific method. His success with this varies, as approaching social problems with the scientific method tends not to work too well.

-Likes:
Straightforward People (not all of them, but the idea of them in general)
Life Sciences (he's been known to do people's biology homework for cash)
Fistfights (rather, the fast, objective thought process that goes with them)
Marksmanship (but not gunfights | to his credit, he's not trigger-happy)

-Dislikes:
Socializing (crowds and social events, specifically)
Questions (especially vague or philosophical ones)
Being controlled (by extension: school, home, fear)
His full name (it's stupid and belonged to his parents)

-Fears:
Losing self-control (all we have to fear is fear itself)
Losing his mind (the above applied specifically to thought)
-And to a lesser extent:
Crowds (any high volume of people in an enclosed space)
Suffocation (this may contribute to his issue with crowds)

-Power: Earth Elemental; the exact implications and limitations of this remain to be seen.

-History:
-Adam's mother birthed him in an attempt at trapping his father in a relationship. It worked, but his family disliked her greatly and responded to the wedding by pulling all his money out from under him, leaving a deteriorating alcoholic romantic and an unemployed and unskilled young man living together in a cheap apartment that they couldn't afford. This is the situation Adam was born into.
-When he was a year old they were evicted and moved to the outskirts of the city. When he was three his mother broke her hip, lost her job, and ultimately became permanently disabled. His father responded by eating a bullet. His mother finished her final argument with his father by giving up on life entirely. Adam was therefore raised mainly by a television and the public school system. His living parent was somewhat abusive when she was feeling energetic, but the vast majority of the time she was just neglectful.
-Elementary and middle school were spent mainly discovering that he disliked everyone. He showed a natural affinity for science, and the two or three science teachers who actually taught their subject were the only teachers who he ever got along with. He made a few friends, mostly little three foot tall delinquents like himself, and while he would go over to their homes with and without permission with increasing frequency he never grew extremely close to any of them. They attempted to form a gang in middle school, which Adam participated in more or less because he didn't have anything better to do.
-Come high school his science teacher was the only teacher who was aware of his existence. He ceased attending other classes and mostly ceased staying at his friends' places, having long since stopped going home when he wasn't forced to by concerned teachers and police officers. The middle school 'gang' formed into something a bit more coherent and he mostly stopped participating, though he was still occasionally conscripted to help out with some petty crime or another. Homeless shelters and abandoned buildings became frequent rest stops. He continued occasionally attending science classes despite having technically dropped out of high school, and nobody noticed except the science teacher, who continued to give him assignments because "it's not like you don't have a shitton of time on your hands anyway."

-It was early in Adam's lack of a high school career that the Poetaster and the Singing Dolls showed up, as well. They were remarkable, attracting the praises and attention of all sorts of people - they even motivated his mother to leave her house on a couple of occasions (or so claimed a few acquaintances who recognized her at the concerts they attended). Adam admitted to the people who insisted upon asking that they were pretty good, objectively, although he never really understood the point of music that was that distracting. A couple of people punched him over this. He punched them back.
-There came a point, though, where he had to admit to himself that on some level their lyrics intrigued even him, and that he was not at all comfortable with this fact. There was nothing the Poetaster said that interested him, yet a part of him wanted to listen. He tried to ignore it at first. It was a small part of him, after all; the same kind of part that used to wonder why he was different or what he was missing before he came to the realization that he didn't actually care. However, he found fairly shortly that ignoring it meant ignoring the intrigue of the Poetaster and the Singing Dolls, meant ignoring every poster, every fan, every song of theirs that came on the radio - they'd grown too popular to truly avoid. So instead he combated it.
-It didn't really take much for Adam to tilt his neutrality toward the Poetaster and the Singing Dolls into the realm of dislike. He'd never cared for the genre of music. His mother was supposedly a fan of them, and that was never a good sign. He didn't care for herd behaviour on any level, especially if he was expected to participate. And regardless of how he felt about it, nobody else seemed particularly intent upon standing up against them - if a band was that popular there had to be somebody willing to vandalize their posters and get in fights with their fans. So, he went out and bought a few cans of spray paint.
-Over the past few years vandalizing Singing Dolls merchandise and getting in fights with die-hard fans has become something of a hobby to Adam. Sometimes it's stress relief, sometimes it's an experiment (What kind of response will I get if I do this?), but mostly it's routine. He doesn't really know if people know he's the guy who paints over all the Poetaster's posters, and he doesn't really care.

-Etc:
Adam sometimes listens to classical music. It helps him focus.
He can sort of play the harmonica, but doesn't very often. He learned at the bidding of his friends.
He owns a handgun that used to belong to his father. He pulled it out of a drawer when he was thirteen and his mother didn't notice for nearly a year. When she did she yelled at him and took it back, but he stole it again in fairly short order.
He likes to shoot for fun (personal challenge and alleviation of boredom, not to show off). He can hit a still target fairly consistently, but his attempts at shooting cats and birds have been met with varying levels of success.
He tends to try to throw people off balance when he fights and usually aims to knock people down rather than hitting them. His punches are middling at best, but he's moderately nimble and can take quite a bit of damage without ceasing to function.

the sun's up what the hell it was 2am when i started writing this

So begins...

Adam McGregor's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Merrick Maestri Character Portrait: Jane Grey Character Portrait: Adam McGregor Character Portrait: Mikan Saito Character Portrait: Aiden Voracity Character Portrait: Westor Jefferson Character Portrait: Synthia "Sin" Blue Character Portrait: Alexander Leonardo Adams Character Portrait: Kaede Betlinde

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Merrick Maestri


Merrick sighed quietly as he looked over the group of new Victims. Sending the Singing Dolls out to get some new toys certainly wasn't a bad idea on his part. Of course, they were all unconscious right now. Merrick had made sure to speak to each of them as they came in and put them under his power. Now each of them had passed out and were laid out in the entryway floor. They should start waking up soon... At least, Merrick wanted them to. It was starting to become a real pain. He hated having to wait, and here he was staring at unmoving bodies while just about nothing happened. This was excruciating.

He glanced over to his Singing Dolls and smiled a little. They were all so obedient. Not that they had a choice. He wonder if any of them would resent him for forcing them to kidnap random humans from the city. Then again, he had no clue who they had brought for him. He hadn't exactly looked very closely at each of the unconscious people laid out in front of him. Really, he hadn't even counted them to make sure everyone followed his orders. He knew good and well that they would be completed.

He clicked his tongue and looked over the unconscious group yet again. How annoying. It was about time he asked his dolls what the toys were like.

"So, what did you bring me?" He glanced to Alexander, then Aiden. In reality, he could just order the Dolls to answer, but what was the fun in that? He laughed a little and just stared forward yet again. It was fun to have people so afraid that they were willing to do just about anything to keep out of trouble.

"I hope you thought to bring in people who will fit in our little... family." He sighed this time. Hopefully none of the Singing Dolls had kidnapped someone obnoxious specifically to spite him. That would only cause more issues. Of course, he couldn't let them leave and he didn't exactly want to kill them, so he would just have to deal with anyone that had a less than desirable personality. He grimaced at the thought. At least he would have his Singing Dolls if all else failed. All of this was starting to really frustrate him. He hated waiting. It left him to think far more than he wanted to.

"Well?!" He yelled now. He had managed to make himself extremely angry just by thinking to much.

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Character Portrait: Merrick Maestri Character Portrait: Jane Grey Character Portrait: Adam McGregor Character Portrait: Mikan Saito Character Portrait: Aiden Voracity Character Portrait: Westor Jefferson Character Portrait: Synthia "Sin" Blue Character Portrait: Alexander Leonardo Adams Character Portrait: Kaede Betlinde

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Alexander Leonardo Adams

Alexander held a sack with a dog inside. He had a strong, but oddly gently grip on it. Alexander of course made holes in the sack so the dog wouldn't suffocate. Right now he was just petting the dog over the sack. He was being calm and sending those emotions to the dog. He did not want the dog to get too rowdy. Last thing he wanted was Merrick to get angry or anything of the sorts with the dog. Alexander actually only decided to kidnap the blue haired boy because of the dog. Including Merrick had told him to kidnap someone and he couldn't exactly disobey him. Though, the boy’s blue hair and eyes did draw in his attention at first. He had noticed the dog a few seconds later. He thought it would be fun if there was a pet in the mansion.

Now Alexander eyes were on the blue haired boy. He felt odd about kidnapping a person and an animal. He would have never done anything to this extent in his life. Though he had gotten a rush when he kidnapped the human and dog. It felt like he was a kid who had just stolen from a candy store. All those nerves of not wanting to get seen and or caught did cause a rush of adrenaline, which turned into excitement, to run through his entire body. He even had gotten goose bumps. Thing was the adrenaline had started to die down. He couldn't help it as he started to feel guilty about the kidnapping. He knew it was wrong. Alexander hoped the boy wouldn't hate or even dislike him for too long for what he had been forced to do. He quickly brushed those feelings away as they arose. Alexander decided he would apologize to the boy and try to help him adjust to this situation. He had to make it up to him somehow.

A while later his eyes wandered over to Merrick when he heard the man click his tongue. He felt the man’s annoyance. Alexander took a slow deep breath as he tried to rein his powers in. He was still filled with some adrenaline so he was doing a poor job of not using his powers at the moment. It took a few minutes before he got his powers somewhat under control. This is actually why he hadn't responded to Merrick’s question yet. His body tensed when he felt Merrick’s anger, but he did not jump or have any type of reaction when Merrick yelled. He had been expecting it. Alexander now aimed a playful smile at Merrick.

“Oh don’t get so angry so quickly doll face, you aren't as cute when you get angry,” he teased as he paused to stick his tongue out playfully at him. Then his lips formed into a mischievous grin, “Though to answer your question, I bought you a dog, and it is in this sack that I am holding. I bet you were wondering what I had in this sack, huh? Though, don’t worry, I of course brought you a human like you asked. The person I kidnapped is the boy with the dark blue hair. He is the owner of the dog as far as I know. I don’t know much about him though, but you can see he is on the short side and has a childlike face. Oh and he has some pretty blue eyes too, though, enough about him. I believe the dog will fit nicely into our little family once it gets to know everybody. I doubt the boy will be a bad person, people with pets are usually nice in their own way.”

He flashed Merrick a childish grin when he finished speaking. He shifted his stance to readjust the weight of the dog. ‘I hope blue eyes wakes up soon. I do not want to have to keep his dog in this sack for much longer. It is not very nice,’ he thought. He watched the boy as he waited for someone else to speak or for him to wake up.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Merrick Maestri Character Portrait: Jane Grey Character Portrait: Adam McGregor Character Portrait: Mikan Saito Character Portrait: Aiden Voracity Character Portrait: Westor Jefferson Character Portrait: Synthia "Sin" Blue Character Portrait: Alexander Leonardo Adams Character Portrait: Kaede Betlinde

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Synthia Blue


A small shiver came from the blue haired boy as he started to wake up. What happened...? Where was he? He slowly opened his eyes and stared to the roof. What was going on? His whole body felt heavy for some reason, but he really didn't want to think about it. Maybe he would just lay on the floor until this strange dream ended. He sat up rather quickly when he heard a voice, though. His head spun at the sudden rush and he quickly gripped it. That hurt... Everything was spinning and nothing seemed to feel right. He had to get it together. There was someone else here. They couldn't see him. Not like this.

He removed his hand from his head and glanced to his side. There was a girl there. She was blonde, apparently a bit angry. She shouted at someone who Sin couldn't see; to which Sin just frowned. He glanced the girl over before standing shakily and brushing himself off.

"Yes," His voice came out soft, "You should warn people before you shout. Please, in the future, heed your own advice." He spoke monotone for now. There was no reason to be too upset with the girl. She seemed just as out of it as he felt, so there was no reason to blame her for her rash and rude actions. He slowly turned to the one the girl had been speaking to and gripped his head as he stumbled backwards. That man... The one with the red hair. Had he seen him before? Sin tried to straighten himself out as quickly as possible, but still felt sick. He directed his glance to the other people and suddenly tensed up. There was a man in a suit who was holding a whip of some sort, and he didn't look very happy.

Sin swallowed; not wanting to openly show his fear. Why was that man glaring at him so much? Had he done something wrong? A thought flashed through his head. What had he done...?Did he... Burn something down...? He looked to the red haired man again; trying not to think about the man with the riding crop anymore.

"Excuse me," He spoke somewhat more politely this time, "Do I... know you?" He walked up to the man and just stared. It was then he felt the other man grab him and push him back. He opened his mouth to speak, but the man interrupted him.

"How dare you..." He began to tell the man how rude it was to interrupt, but the man only spoke again, "Stay put. Don't move from this spot." Sin felt his whole body freeze. What was this? He began to try to move, but couldn't bring himself to do it. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move. His eyes widened in fear as the man walked away. Why? Why was this happening?

He tried to reign in his emotions, but he couldn't help panicking. Did he deserve this? What did he do? Why was that man so mad at him? He glanced to the red head once again and showed only the slightest amount of fear. What was going on?!

Merrick Maestri


Merrick glanced over at Alexander as he spoke up. Typical Alexander. He was always so wonderfully playful... Or perhaps it was annoyingly so. It really depended on Merrick's mood.

“Oh don’t get so angry so quickly doll face, you aren't as cute when you get angry,”
Alexander was always quick to joke. Merrick rolled his eyes a little and leaned against the wall. “Though to answer your question, I bought you a dog, and it is in this sack that I am holding. I bet you were wondering what I had in this sack, huh?" Merrick's eyes widened at that.

"A... A dog?" His voice was an obvious tell of his confusion. Why a dog? Was there a reason for the dog? Had Alexander just really wanted a pet? Why didn't he ask? Merrick frowned a little. At least he liked dogs.

"Though, don’t worry, I of course brought you a human like you asked. The person I kidnapped is the boy with the dark blue hair. He is the owner of the dog as far as I know." That made a lot more sense than Merrick's previous assumption that Alexander had randomly picked the creature up on his excursion out of the mansion...

" I don’t know much about him though, but you can see he is on the short side and has a childlike face. Oh and he has some pretty blue eyes too, though, enough about him. I believe the dog will fit nicely into our little family once it gets to know everybody. I doubt the boy will be a bad person, people with pets are usually nice in their own way.” Merrick's eyes widened. Suddenly, he didn't care about the dog anymore. The boy had blue eyes? Was he some sort of demon? Merrick clinched his fists and looked at Alexander with even more anger in his eyes than before.

"Did you say he has blue eyes...?" Merrick seemed to snarl as he spoke, "Is he a monster of some sort? A demon? How many people has he killed?" This was terrible. He couldn't just throw the blue-eyed monster out of his house, that would cause issues. So what was he supposed to do? Keep him locked up? That actually didn't sound like a terrible idea...

He was about to go off when one of the previously unconscious girls got his attention. When had she woken up...? She appeared to have run into the wall... How could he have possibly missed that? When she yelled at him; he just turned and glared. Did she really think she was in a place to correct him? Had she not read the obvious signs?

He started to speak up when he saw the blue-eyed demon sit up. He grimaced and took a step back. The boy was quick to speak to the other girl, but soon was on his feet and walking toward Alexander. Merrick's eyes thinned. When the boy started to say something to Alexander, Merrick grabbed him and shoved him back to the middle of the room.

"How dare you..." He growled the words out, "Stay put. Don't move from this spot." He ordered the words and smirked when the boy froze in place. Merrick then made his way over to the girl and smiled at her.

"Welcome to my mansion. Who might you be? Tell me your name." He smiled darkly now. She would figure out soon enough what was going on in this place. After all, she had no choice but to stay here.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Merrick Maestri Character Portrait: Jane Grey Character Portrait: Adam McGregor Character Portrait: Mikan Saito Character Portrait: Aiden Voracity Character Portrait: Westor Jefferson Character Portrait: Synthia "Sin" Blue Character Portrait: Alexander Leonardo Adams Character Portrait: Kaede Betlinde

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Alexander Leonardo Adams


Alexander eyes moved away from boy to the blond who groaned. He carefully watched the girl with worry. Had she gotten too hurt while being kidnapped? Alexander gently bit his bottom lip to calm his nerves. A few seconds later an amused smile tugged at his lips at the first words she spoke. He continued to watch her until she smacked into a wall and landed onto her butt. A soft chuckle escaped his lips against his will. He couldn't help it, it was funny, but he did still worry. ‘Someone is clumsy,’ he mused. He assumed she was alright when she growled out a curse. He tensed as he felt her emotions. He quickly ignored them and looked at Merrick with a smile. His reaction to what he said about the dog amused him. Though, he did get confused when Merrick frowned.

“Yes a dog doll face,” he paused as he noticed Merrick clichéd his fist. His smile shrunk just a little. ‘Why is he angrier at me? I did not do anything wrong I think. Does he not like dogs?’ he thought. Confusion filled his eyes. He didn't answer Merrick as he heard the blonde’s words.

His eyes widen in shock because of the way she had spoken to Merrick. Alexander didn't get to think about it much as he got distracted. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the blue haired boy sit up. His eyes were quickly only on the boy in seconds. Alexander worriedly watched as the boy gripped his head. He opened his mouth, but then closed it. Alexander thought it wouldn't be helpful to ask if he was okay. He obviously seem like he wasn't by the way he gripped his head. Alexander wanted to help him stand up, but his hands were full. ‘Oh, I can let the dog out of this sack soon,' he suddenly thought. He was glad the boy did not fall when he stumbled.

Alexander gave the boy a nervous smile when he looked at him. He became nervous with guilt again as he knew the boy would find out what he had done soon. Alexander’s heart beat quickened. He was pulled out of his guilt when the boy spoke. Alexander was about to answer, but then Merrick grabbed him and pushed him back. He looked between blue eyes and Merrick. Alexander hoped Merrick would not go to hurt the boy. He was relieved when Merrick just used his power, but then panic and fear filled him. Alexander eyes fully returned to the boy. The emotions were coming from him. He quickly pushed his emotions away as he cleared his mind. After Merrick spoke he decided to now comment about what Merrick had said earlier. He was not sure what to say to the boy yet. He did not even give the girl a chance to reply to Merrick.

“Merrick, you need to learn how to be a little bit sweeter, especially to new people honey. The boy hasn't done anything for you to act this way towards him. Though to answer your questions from earlier…yes, yes he has have blue eyes as you can see. Is there something wrong with that? He looks human to me. I have no idea why you would think he was a monster and or a demon silly. Also I highly doubt he has killed any people,” he paused to look at the blue haired boy, “I am sorry for doll face’s behavior. I think he just got up on the wrong side of the bed today. Though, to satisfy his curiosity, have you killed anyone love? Are you secretly a monster and or demon? Oh and I am curious, what is your name? Also, what is your dog's name?”

He gave the boy a sweet smile once he spoken. Next he opened the sack from the bottom. With one hand he pulled the sack slowly off of the dog it contained. His muscles tensed as he wasn't sure if the dog would bite him or not. Even though, he continued to hold the dog. ‘I hope it does not bite, but if it does no big deal. I did kidnap him and his owner. I would deserve to get bitten,’ he thought just as he completely pulled the sack off of the dog. He waited to see if he would get bitten or not.