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Lucy Song


0 · 296 views · located in Washington D. C.

a character in “Those Not Like Us”, as played by rubytuesday




ALIAS / n/a
NICKNAME / Lucy - by everyone - prefers ,
CODENAME / (what they're called while on missions.)
AGE / twenty four
GENDER / (cis)female
SEXUALITY / bisexual ; panromantic
HOMETOWN / Chicago, Illinois
OCCUPATION / (gotta make an income somehow.)


HAIR & EYES / varies, typically either auburn or chocolate brown ; dark brown
TATTOOS? / roses on her left wrist,

Who would expect so much potential brutality to reside within her china doll body. A body that is so light to look upon, with a natural slenderness to it that is little fat and little muscle besides. Her porcelain skin is not the tapestry that her brother has turned his own flesh into, but there are flutterings of ink on her skin here and there. Small, simple things, for she prefers minimalistic designs over the big and bold. In regards to tattoos, at least.
Her hair has a penchant for changing both colour and length, although most recently she has allowed it to grow long. It reaches midway down her back, falling silky and straight. Thin bangs frame her face, and their colour is constantly changing. Sometimes she opts for black or blonde, but her favourite shades are her natural dark brown and a more -in her opinion- interesting strawberry-auburn-ish shade. They are the two she most often switches between, and one could argue that her tendency to dye her hair on a whim puts her hair at risk of drying and fraying. So far, however, it has managed to maintain its perpetual silkiness.
Her eyes are certainly her most unusual feature- an odd colour for someone of her race, they are a striking honey shade. Never does she look more doll-like than when those eyes are widened in curiosity or wonderment, and yet they are far more likely to be narrowed in annoyance or cynicism, with one of her straight brows bent into an arc of doubt.
Her slim frame contrasts her reasonably tallish height, and her legs make up the majority of her length, whilst her bodies often framed in large, comfortable clothes. Oversized jackets are a popular part of her wardrobe, as are the several piercings that line both ears.


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[size=80]Face Claim: Shon Minho
Hex Code: #D06A6A
Created By: The Writer's Voice
Character By: RubyTuesday

So begins...

Lucy Song's Story

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Halloween, 2020 ; Washington D. C.
6:00 P.M. Friday Night, Sixty Degrees


Washington D. C. is a nightwalker, hustling through each and every day hoping that the sacrifices of today would ensure a better tomorrow. Politicians battle new legislation as if the very world would end if nutritional facts were more honest about their calories. Offices are crowded with people counting down to Friday at five, when happy hour turns to happy weekend. Halloween is no different.

The sky is clear save for a few dustings of fluffy white clouds shaded yellow by the setting sun. In the suburb, parents young and old chaperone kids of all ages. Witches and cowboys, ghosts and princesses, all of them herd together for the hopes of earning their prize of a full bag of candy. Others only older in appearance but not in spirit party the night away in tighter, shorter versions of the same costumes that the young ones pound the streets in. There is a wicked spirit in the air, but also a sense of freedom. This is the night that superhumans roam the streets freely, if only to feel like they're not the monsters here; the one day they don't have to wear costumes.

On the outskirts of the city, just enough for the taller buildings to shield it, is a hotel. On the front, in bright pink neon, is the words "NO VACANCIES"; to further the point, dozens of cars, trucks, vans, even bikes, are crowded the parking lot beside it. It's tall, at least ten stories, but looks almost like a ghost building, despite the liveliness of the people coming in and out at all hours of the day. Tonight, the lights are few because most of their people are out enjoying the one night where they don't have to watch their backs so closely. Still, tonight is special: the lights would flicker up again and the ghost would revive, if only for a few hours. Every Halloween, they always have a party.

Not so much a party, but a celebration of life. For another year, they escaped the discrimination that might one day kill them all. Every year they each line up to give a drop of their blood for access into the Underground, where the true Humanly headquarters lies. The first floor is strictly for living; couches and beanbags of all shapes and sizes are scattered in organized living rooms, a maze of curtains create bedrooms for those who couldn't find any room upstairs, and the other half of the room is a dining hall big enough for a hundred to eat. Below that floor is the Humanly of strategy and mission planning, where a young woman will sit slaving away until someone tugs her up to the party she's supposed to be hosting. This night is only meant for fun.

And fun it would be. String lights covering every inch of the ceiling, background music queued up, and a time to be human.