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Markah Tomson

"If actions are based on thoughts, then what are thoughts based on? Obviously emotions."

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a character in “The Problem Pausers”, as played by InsaenImagination

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The Name: Markah David "Ask" Tomson
The Age: 23
What is He?: Human, African-American, Male
Born Unto this World: August Sixteenth
Who He Like: No one. Asexual
His Job: Part-time genius, part-time philosopher and full-time lazy fuck...also, writes and composes music on the side.

Claiming Faces and Other Such Things: Tristan Wilds
Colouring the Eye: Dark Brown
Colour of the Hair;: Dark Brown, Black.
Is he a Midget?: Six feet and three inches.
Is he Fat?: Nope, but he's not built either. He's slim, but still has some fat.
Has he Ruined his Body?: He has. He stretched his ears with one inch circles, tattoos on his knuckles (they say FUCK YEAH), his inner forearm (who like the movie Harry Potter? Curse Mark Skull please!) and he has a bunch of scars on his hands, knees and arms from falling down all the time. He was a very active child when he was young. Also, clumsy as fuck.
Does he have Jewels?: He can only wear rings. He has four on his right hand which consists of a plain golden ring on his pinkie, a silver ring made out of an old coin was on his ring finger, a golden ring of an eagle on the one he uses to flip people off, and another silver ring with a diamond set in it on his index. His left hand is clear.
Is he a Nudist?: No. He wears only comfortable clothes...PJ pants, cotton shirts and the like. He doesn't care what he wears as long as it covers him.

The Interests and Likes: He loves music. Any type; country to classical to rap. Give him an instrument and he'll learn how to play it in a week. He will listen to it and love it. He enjoys questions, talking, answers and talking. It's what he does best, always looking for more that what is at face value. Writing. Poems, lyrics, full-length novels, he'll write anything and about anything. He likes physics, science and anything that makes him think. He's good at the stuff too. But the one thing that he loves to do the most out of anything is nothing at all. Also a lover of irony.

The Disinterests and Dislikes: He does not like people who question his sexuality. To him, it's needless and a waste of time. So what if he doesn't think anyone is attractive? He hates chocolate, peanut butter and spicy spaghetti. He doesn't like people who question his questions and question his answers. He also doesn't like reading, even though he's a writer. Doesn't like racists, bigots and just the normal douches, even though he is one.

The Ticking Clock (or Another way to Say The Personality): A son to a psychologist and an astronomer/physicist, Markah was home-schooled right when he started talking. His parents wanted him to be something great, so they taught him all they knew and when they didn't know the subject, they hired someone else. Well-versed in multiple languages, understanding the ways of past, and learning to music and math and science Markah had become cold and distant. When his parents had been sent to jail for stealing and swindling and extorting other people, Markah had stopped caring, became aloof, cocky and completely lazy. He was sent to live with his aunt and he loved the freedom. He still loves it, still living with his aunt, still frequenting the little coffee shop that had the quote he loved:
"Although you may have to walk home in the rain, you can always dry your shoes here".

Anything Else Needing Light?: Maybe later.

So begins...

Markah Tomson's Story

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Character Portrait: Emily Schulze Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar

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With a faint drizzle sprinkling it's way onto the fingerprinted windows of the small coffee shop, the clouds rolled slowly up above in the sky. With no sun shining about the day, the faint shadows seemed dull, and therefore the day seemed just as much so. There isn't much one could say about a day like this besides that it was dark and gloomy, but one small coffee shop managed to keep it's word, which was hanging on a small sign on the front door, when two costumers strolled in.

"Well, I'll tell you what. How about I'll give 5 buckets to do what you want. That's enough for a milkshake and one game or a milk shake and a snake, or a-"

"I get it Dad."

The pair that had walked in to the shop were familiar to anyone who frequented the small cafe. Or at least frequented them on Saturdays. The young man always came in on Saturday, even if it was just for a few moments. But he always did. Sometimes, or rather, most times the young boy came along with hi.

The young man's hands rustled though the stringy, wet, brown hair, an excess of water droplets finding their way to the floor mat. "Okay." There was a simple nod before he twisted his torso his hand reaching into his pocket. Pulling out a grey, bedraggled wallet held together almost entirely out of duct-ape, the man slipped out a lightly used 5 dollar bill, holding it out to the boy with two fingers. With his hair hanging in his face and his frozen hands in the pockets of his black jacket, the boy had turned way from the bill as soon as it was handed to him, looking over to the dual arcade machines in the back. The man lightly tapped the child's shoulder with the two fingers extended out to him. Without looking back, the frosty hand of the boy slid out of the hefty pocket and snagged the 5 bucks, stuffing it into his pocket.

Hastily walking over to the outdated counter, tip-toeing to look at the employee waiting there. "Can I get this in quarters?" He questioned, blinking.

It took a while for the older man to move away from the door, having watched the child move ahead as fast as he did for quite some time, so it seemed. But once he saw the child ask for change, his lips pulled to one side and he let out a long breath through his red nose. His steps were lot less motivated as the boy's, but he too made his way to the counter. He slipped off his brown jacket with ease and set it on one of the counter stools. He then proceeded to sit on it, his head turned to the boy with a small smile. "You going to play games then?"

The young boy's lips were sucked into his mouth and his eyes widened briefly with a quirk of his brow. "Yeah."

He nodded, his lower lip puckering out slightly. "Okay then." He smirked down at the child before turning to the employee himself. Once they were done giving the boy his change, he smiled,"Can I have a black cup of coffee please?"

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell

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It's more than lovey-dovey feeling,
but less than a true love story.
And even though you're still healing,
I'm going to have to break your heart,
so please understand that I'm sorry.


"I like it..." a dark-skinned young man said as he walked across a street holding an umbrella pointed to the sky.

The headphones on his head, over his ears were on full blast. Of course, after years of listening to overly loud music the man obviously would be used to it. And of course, because the music was so loud, he never heard the horn from a truck on the road going his way. Though, he still noticed it when he looked to his left. The man that was driving, and the woman beside him looked like they were going to get out of their truck and kill him. The man on the road, the man listening to music, had only a few things to do like flipping the couple off and shouting, “Fuck you!”

Meet Markah David Tomson; crass bastard with the vocabulary of Stephen Hawking. Even though he can insult you with making it look like a complement, he rather likes using blunt insults. Most people do not respect the subtlety and smart insults that come from his mouth because he was a genius who lived with thousands of idiots. Such the existence of people of the higher intelligentsia.

Laughing at the expressions on the couples faces, he continued his easy strut. Where was he going? Easy answer, easy question. A coffee shop. A coffee shop that he had frequented for years. A coffee shop that knew the back of his hand better than he did. And two minutes later, he was opening the door into said coffee shop.

The scent of cinnamon hit his nostrils, and as he looked around he noticed some of the people that usually came to this lovely place. One such was Somnus Ectar. Also most likly with his son, but Markah couldn't see him anywhere.

And then was the wait, for the four people in front of him to finish ordering. Eh, he had his music.

It's a situation like no other,
just me, my homies: my brothers.
Our sisters in the back,
are the rest of the pack...

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Danny Brooks Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wendy sped down the highway in her Ford Taurus. She was barely ever late, but when she was she felt terrible. She hated disappointing people, and making people wait on her. 'Dang it,' She thought as she sighed, sitting at a stop light.
Luckily, the light wasn't long and she made it to work fairly quickly.

She grabbed her bag and ran inside the local Coffee shop. "Sorry I'm late!" She said as she hurried to the back, throwing on her work uniform. She was 15 minutes late. Even though some of the other works were ALWAYS late, she still didn't like it.
But, she was there now, and could only put it behind her. "Ok," She said to herself as she came out of the 'employees only' door.

She saw some orders that needed to be filled so she got to work making their drinks. She first made a black cup of coffee and set it in front of the gentlemen that had come in with his son. "Here you are sir!" She smiled kindly. "That'll be One dollar and sixty-two cents please." She said at the register. After she received the money she continued filling out orders.

Some regular customers came in and greeted her warmly. "Ah Hi there Wendy!" A truck driver man, in his 40's said.
"Hi Frank!" She waved. "The usual?" She laughed to which he replied, "You bet!" She nodded and made his regular clack coffee with a glazed bagel. "Aw Wendy you always make this place brighter don't you?" He answered as he paid.

She smiled happily and thanked him for his words, "Just doing my job!" She nodded as she continued working.
"I can help whoevers next!" She said as she stood at the register, awaiting the customers orders who had just walked in.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Danny Brooks Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Somnus gave the woman behind the counter a simple nod as she told him to wait "a single moment" as she dug into the cash register for quarters. She pulled a handful out, but some fell onto the counter and rolled in their wobbly way off and fell to the floor. While the boy merely rolled his eyes, stopping one from falling off by slapping his hand onto it, Somnus watched as one rolled off and fell, tails side up, on the tiled floor. He got up from his seat and knelt down to pick up the 1998 quarter, setting it in front of the woman as she made a small pile of them. "Thank you." She said to the two, pushing quarters one by one aside to count.

Once five dollars were up, she pushed the pile of cash to the long haired boy, stacking the rest and placing them with a chingle into the right slot in the register. However, as Sylvester scooped them into his small hands, the man next to him reached over slowly, taking one of quarters and sliding it back to her. "That was 5.25" He nodded.

The woman didn't pay much attention, one supposed, as she gave a vague smile and thanked him again, placing it into the register. She then vanished into the back room. Smirking to himself, the father turned to the boy, but he was long gone, already stuffing his eyes into the flashing lights of the retro arcade game.

The small bell at the entrance rang softly, and he turned slowly to it, brown eyes following the young lady who walked in, briefly disappearing into the back before returning in a uniform and getting right to work. Somnus smiled softly, watching her brew and pour the simple order into a warm, clean cup. It landed gently on the counter top, his smile not disappearing,"Thank you very much."

Somnus didn't realize just how many people were in line until he looked in said direction, finding quite a few more people there than there was just a few minutes ago. One had a package of some sort, Somnus had actually forgotten that he was waiting for one himself, one especially foul frown was soaked from the rain, looking like a complete mess. She didn't seem to be wearing her shoes at all, though he didn't get a good look to see why. But maybe they were just wet. There was nothing wrong with taking the sign literally. Behind her, however, there were a few others, one listening to music, one not, but Somnus blinked at the line.

But he still needed to pay

Turning to his pocket, Somnus pulled out his wallet again, taking out the first thing his hand grabbed, which was a ten. He seemed to stare at the ten for a while. He glanced at the boy. Then back at the bill. His fingers lightly tapped the counter. He pushed the bill to the young woman,"Actually, can you use whatever is left of this to pay for whoever the next few people are in line? You can keep the change that's left."

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wren watched the man in front of her dig around in his pocket for his wallet, annoyed that he hadn't already had his money ready when he got to the counter. She swore people who did crap like that were just trying to waste time so they could flirt with the cashier. Save it for the bar, buddy. Some people don't have time to stand around waiting for you to finish your little nice-guy-meeting-the-love-of-his-life-at-the-charming-coffee-shop routine.

Wait, did he just pay for the people behind him? Trying to win points, no doubt. Wren didn't much care for coffee, but if this guy was gonna throw his money away trying to impress some chick he barely knew, she may as well take advantage... Nah, nevermind. She had a job to do, and coffee was gross anyway. And she was getting impatient standing here. Screw it, she'd just push the guy aside, throw the package on the counter, and tell the cashier to call up the recipient. Who cared if it was rude? Not her, she had a job to do, and Mr. Tall Dark and Lanky was wasting her time! She took a deep breath, readying herself for what would follow, knowing it would surely be a day of glory for her.

"U-um," she squeaked out, her voice tiny. Stupid voice. "Excuse me..." She moved to place a hand on the man's shoulder, but couldn't quite bring herself to touch him. She took a small step around instead, so she was almost-but-not-really standing next to him. She tried to focus her attention on the cashier, and put a bit more effort into her voice. "I have a package, for uh..."

Crap, she hadn't checked the name. Why would she? She only needed the address, and then if it was a place of business the person at the front desk could just call them over. She took a quick look at the name on the address form.

"I have a, uh... a package for a Mr..." Stupid voice, work properly. It's not as if anyone's gonna bite you. She glanced at the package again. Yeah, She's not gonna pronounce that. She tried handing it to the cashier instead. She could read it.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Punch the man. Punch him in the face.

"Oh, no, that-that's okay," she put her hands up in front of her. "Really, I don't need it." Don't want your crappy twice-used gift card, more like. People usually tip money, jackass. Told you you shouldn't bother trying to impress the redhead. Well- I know what I mean. She suddenly remembered there was in fact something for him to sign, and procurred it. She held it out for him, digging in her pocket for her pen with her other hand. "I just need your signature on, uh..."

Just sign the thing so I can go home and work on my baby, please... God, she wanted out of here. She didn't care about the guy or his crappy gift card or whatever creepy thing he'd ordered that apparently wasn't good enough for Fedex, she just wanted to leave and go home and work on her bike before her next race and pass out while playing Kingdom Hearts, was that so much to ask? And now she noticed there were people behind her. Wonderful.

"Uh, s-sorry, I'll just..." she stepped to the side and away from the line, still holding the clipboard needing the man's signature. Her other hand finally managed to discover her pen, and she placed it on the clipboard for Sorus Nectar or whoever. "I-I just need your signature there, at the, uh..." She pointed at the bottom of the paper, where the blank line was.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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True, she did not want the card, but something about the kid made her want to take it out of spite. She noticed that the man had forgotten it on the counter. An interesting development. Her hand twitched at her side, eager to snatch it up, but their were people next to her, and it was unlikely they would all miss it. She reached her hand halfway to the card, fingers twitching. Steal it, or return it... steal it, or return it...

Damn it all.

"Um!" she forced out, taking the card, and walking over to the man. "You, uh..." She fidgeted with the card a bit, then set it on his table. "You forgot that." Guy was broke anyway, might as well let him have whatever was on the card. Maybe he could use it to get value snacks or something. She took a few small steps back from the two, waving awkwardly to the boy before turning to make her escape. She stalled, then turned back to them quickly and giving a tiny showman's jazz hands which only served to make her feel like a dumbass. "Uuuh, thank you for choosing Thunder Beast Deliveries, delivering all your packages like lightning, right to you!"

And now to go find a hole to die in. What kind of crap possessed her to say that stupid tagline? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid- She continued berrating herself as she walked back toward the glass door. If she remembered correctly there was supposed to be another race tonight. Maybe she could drive herself into one of the other racers. Or maybe she could win and use the prize money to put a hit out on herself. Both were good.

Oh, crap, that would mean she'd have to stop racing, and she couldn't do that to her fans. Er... Fan. She didn't think her dad counted, and she didn't know of many people who watched her races that weren't gangsters. Maybe use the prize money to put a hit out on everyone currently in the café instead? But then she'd need their names, crap. She'd figure something out. For now, she realized she was standing still, with her hand on the door handle. This was awkward. She let go of the handle and slipped back into line. Maybe she could get something like tea or whatever. Try and win back some of her dignity by acting normal.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wren stepped away from the rowdy truckers as they entered, not really thinking much of them other than wanting to keep them out of her personal space. There were still a few people in the line ahead of her (headphones guy, pretty fashion lady, etc.), and she started counting the seconds it took each customer to make their order. Longer than it reasonably should, she thought. God, she wanted to get out of here, but of course she'd obligated herself to wait in this line. Of course. Stupid line.

She was up to sixty-three when her attention was drawn to a bit of a commotion behind her. The lead trucker was apparently an asshole. Not surprising, she thought. Most people were assholes. Then he managed to elevate himself from asshole to Fucking Grade-A Human Garbage. Good for him. She vaguely made note of some lady making a call on her cell phone (probably to the cops, kind of pointless she thought), but no one had yet made a move toward the offending individual.

Oh well,she'd already screwed any chance of appearing normal, might as well build on it. In a single breath her pen was off her belt and propelled through the air. It hit the side of the man's head likea dart, procuring a small grunt of pain, then fell to the floor. She almost immediately slightly regretted it. The man was nearly twice her size, and while neither of them had a weapon that she could see, she was rather less armed than the trucker was. Stupid impulse decisions, always managing to screw her over for as long as she could remember.

"I realize this might've escaped your notice," she began, hoping her voice was audible. "But this is a coffee shop. Where you buy coffee, with money. If you're looking to buy women with shitty favors and shittier compliments, you might consider an alternate dimension comprised of your shitty dreams."