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Viola Marius

I have deiced that I'm half mental. Probably a good thing.

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a character in “Touch”, as played by Limepepper

Description

Full Name: Viola Marius

Nickname; None

Age: 14

Gender: Female

From: Outside

Role: Viola is capable of handling herself, and she can easily take care of herself instead of being taken care of

Personality: Viola has always surprised people. She is above her age level in maturity by far. She doesn't mind do chores, and always works really hard. But
Viola is also stubborn, and won't take no for an answer. She likes to go solo instead of depending on someone else.

Likes: Drawing, relaxing, hiking, fruit, and being on her own

Dislikes: crowds, pranks, people with really high egos, legends, and lazy people

Strengths: She is very fit, works hard and can take care of herself.

Weaknesses: Stubborn, can't work with some people, is very young so she's small and that doesn't give her a lot of strength

History: Viola's Mother died when she was ten, leaving her with a sick father and three siblings to take care of. Viola did karate, played soccer and also played volleyball. Viola coked for her family, cleaned for her family and took care of all of them. Viola was going to go into high school the next year before the touch happened.

Family: Her father, her 3 year old sister, her 9 month old brother and her six year old sister, and got separated from all of them.

Theme song: Nobody's Home: What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

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So begins...

Viola Marius's Story

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"Ratta tatata tatata!" came a hoarse voice over the speaker, causing everyone in the old department store to sit up from their sleeping positions. It was another one of those Loonies. Insane people broke into the store's "Employee's Only" department so often, their voices over the speaker systems were not much of a surprise anymore. "I killlll youuuuuu in your sssssleeeeeep!" the voice continued, sounding more drunk and idiotic than an insane man. Fear suddenly hit Charlie like a wave hit's a surfer on a wipe-out. Had the man over the speaker been infected and went around and touched them in their sleep? Charlie gnawed on his lip and searched his suit for any signs of having been moved in his sleep. He looked fine, so he just prayed that his looks were not deceiving.

Silence came from the speakers and everything appeared to go back to normal. Everyone who had been taking refuge in the store went back to sleep, but Charlie was fully awake now. He pulled back the sleeve of his suit to reveal a watch, with a large crack down the face of the clock. Besides a cracked screen, it still worked. The time was about 5:30 A.M. It was early, but after the lunatic on the speaker, he didn't really feel in the mood to drift back into sleep. Sleep was vulnerable and he tried to be awake as long as he could.

Standing up, he quietly found his way out the broken sliding doors into the cold of the morning. The sky was beginning to lighten a bit from the dark of night, and angry looking clouds were rolling in. It looked as if Mother Nature was about to reign down on them in full fury. Outside of the store, far off in the parking lot, was the gas station that looked as if it had been torn apart by a hurricane. It was surprising all the damage panic could do.

Charlie continued walking, his destination a shoe store across the street. His shoes were broken, the soles hanging on by threads, acting more like flip flops than sneakers. When in an apocalypse, you need good shoes. When he reached the road, which used to be extremely busy because it came right off a highway, he hopped onto the chipped pavement and began walking across, the shoe store in sight. But, suddenly, a honking noise came from his right and he turned to see some idiots driving a bus, charging right at him. He screamed and leaped out of the way, only a few seconds shy from getting smashed. He came down on the pavement hard, scratching up his arms, tearing a hole in his suit.

"Where the heck did you get a bus?!" he shouted angrily after them, unheard by the drivers. He stood up and hurried to the parking lot of the shoe store. He didn't see anyone in the store, so he approached with a little less caution. He opened the door, a horrible stench hitting him. Then he noticed dead bodies lying everywhere. Yep, this was not going to be fun.

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Torex walked through the streets, wearing a grey hoodie and jeans with a pair of sneakers. He looked like any other young human guy, although he wasn't. He was a humanoid robot, created as a soldier. But he was broken, now just a broken toy of the government's.

The Dome was the same temperature it had been the day before, and the day before, and so on. 70 degrees Fahrenheit, a comfortable temperature. It was sunny, the fake sky had beautiful white, puffy clouds adorning the bright blue. It was a perfectly constructed, artificial day. Humans seemed happy, riding their bikes down streets, flying cars whizzing around the city. Women walked out of hair and nail salons, immediately finding people to show. Men headed to sports games. It was amazing that they had already formed sports teams in such little time since the Dome had been created.

Torex was not like these people. He was hiding in the dome, for he was supposed to be destroyed. Luckily, for him, he had been created to look human. He was real looking, human looking, and if he covered up where his skin panels had been torn off, he would look like any twenty year old guy, despite the fact he was younger than that. He could blend in, so no one would report a rouge robot. It wasn't like the government would put out a notice that he was missing. People would panic- and this was something the government didn't want.

A man bumped into Torex, bringing him back to reality. "So sorry," he apologized to the man, who had a really strange looking haircut and a very long nose. It was the human's fault, but Torex was programmed to be polite. He wasn't about to say "Watch where you're going!", which happened to be the man's exact response. Silly Humans...

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Viola watched from a tree. Dead bodies laid everywhere. A very tall man walked through the corpses. He had just been missed by a bunch of nut jobs who had stolen a bus from an old school. Viola climbed up the tree farther, and put her weight on a thin branch. It snapped and she feel to the ground. The man turned around and started to speak, but she backed up. "Get away from me!" She yelled. "And whatever you do, don't touch me!"

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William walks down the sidewalk, constantly glancing around for somewhere to stay that wasn't infested with people. She slid her hands into her jean pockets, and tucks in her chin. She was only wearing a pair of sneakers with no socks, a thin pair of faded jeans, and a white tang top that was a size too big.
William spotted a shoe store, that looked as if there weren't many people there...Hopefully none at all. She hurried to it, avoiding all all contact of the eyes. She slowly opened the door, spotting a tall man, and a girl already inside.

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Viola ran out of the store, screaming. "Seriously get away from me!" She turned to the woman in front of the store. "Y-you get away from me too!" Viola ran off but then tripped.

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William saw the girl run, then turned back to the man.
"I'm not a over reactor, but I'd appreciate it if you would stay away from me too, okay, mate?"
She told him, glancing at the corpses that were surrounding them. She stepped around him, looking around with a small curiosity. Her eyes wander to a notebook on the ground. She picks it up, and blows off all the specks of dust that were covering it. William flips some pages, and scowls.

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They had to drag me from the house this morning, there should be permanent claw marks in my bed frame. It feels like the sun is burning through the fragility of my skin. I wear a black blazer in this blistering heat, over a cotton black shirt and harem pants. Sunglasses hide my eyes, and a hat shades me from the sun's stealthy rays. I stand shaking still, bones shuddering against my skin, utterly uncomfortable in this huge crowd on the street. I haven't been properly out of the house in weeks and this is far too much social interaction. Between my fingers rests a cigarette, lit simply for something to hold, not to poison my lungs with. I blow poetry into the sky, only steam coming out for my efforts, but I am saved by it. With a sigh, I adjust my wait, and put the cigarette to my lips, holding death between my teeth, I spit it back out, and it comes fast and strong. The cloud heads away in the wind, to deal second hand smoke to a small child or a mother to be. There is certain dustiness to this day, and I can feel the wind hitting my shins. I do not like it. In my house there are no winds and dirt. There are far less people, and it is mostly shady, the sun cannot touch me unless I will it to.

"Oh, It was so nice to see you again Bathilda!" A loud, resonant voice flashes a sickly orange at my face, and I bury my elbows in to my eyes to cover the horrible sight.

"Shut the heck up!" I scream at the frighteningly wrinkled lady, causing a silence within the square as most gawk at me in disgust at such an unladylike young girl.

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Viola ran for the nearest tree. The man and woman scared her. The sight of anyone scared her. They could have both been touched for all she knew. She had seen it. It had been in her own home, she had watched people die of this. People she loved. People she didn't even know. Her father had one of the first cases of it, and she was scared. She didn't want it to happen to her. She scurried up another tree and sat there.

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Charlie took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the horrid stench of death as he walked through the store. Obviously someone with the Touch had been hiding out in here and had infected the others in the store. Charlie had no idea if you could touch a body who had died of the virus and come out alive, but he made sure he tried to avoid them.

As he walked to the men's section, he looked for a size nine. For such a small boy, he had very large feet that didn't seem to fit in with the rest of his body. He usually couldn't find clothes small enough to fit him and couldn't find shoes big enough. But, to his luck, they had a pair of Evergreen colored sneakers with white soles. He slipped off his broken shoes and shove them on, trotting around in them. They fit and were comfortable enough, so he just dropped his old shoes and headed back to the front.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his leg, which was thankfully covered by his suit. He screamed and kicked, nailing what he had assumed was a dead body in the head. The body, which turned out to be very much alive, let out a horrible scream, his iron grip not loosening on Charlie's leg. "Get off me!" Charlie cried, fear lacing every word. He had just had a near death experience with a bus- he didn't need this!

The body was lying in the aisle, Charlie straight across from the door. So, Charlie shoved the display shelf holding all the shoes, knocking it over onto the man, who's grip loosened once he was crushed. Charlie felt horrible, but was quickly distracted when a voice called to him.

"Get away from me! And whatever you do, don't touch me!"

Charlie looked up. It was a girl, who was standing by the door. His eyes widened. Charlie didn't even get to speak before the girl freaked out. "Seriously, get away from me!" she continued, only to back out the door, almost bumping into another woman who was watching the scene. She quickly continued freaking out, ordering the woman to also keep her distance as she hurried away.

"I'm not a over reactor, but I'd appreciate it if you would stay away from me too, okay, mate?" the other woman continued. Charlie nodded.

"I was planning on keeping my distance," he reassured her. She continued whatever she had come to do, noticing a notebook that had been lying on the ground. He decided it was time to go. "Careful, some of these buggers are alive," he said, nodding back at the shelf he had tipped. And, with that, he headed for the door. Once out, he began walking to the department store, this time looking both ways before crossing the road. But, before he could step onto the cracked pavement for a second time, a familiar hoarse voice called out to him.

"Can you spare a dollar?" it asked. Charlie turned around, seeing the same man who had given him the rabbit's foot he wore around his neck. Charlie ran over to him.

"You!" he cried, and the man smiled. Charlie tried to sound angry, but he was much more curious than that.

"Go to the catacombs, Charlie," the man said, barely audible this time, seeming much older than the last time they had met, right before the outbreak.

"What catacombs? And how do you know my-"

"You don't understand, boy. I'm saving you. Go to the catacombs. It's just a few miles from here. Take the old interstate and get off when you reach the second exit," he whispered. Charlie turned to look at the interstate, which went up into the air, held up by nothing. He figured it had once been stable, but now he wondered it it could even hold the weight of him, who barely reached a hundred pounds.

"You're a Loonie, aren't you," he groaned, turning back to where the man had been sitting, but he was now gone. "So what, you're Batman now?" He had never actually seen a "Batman" movie, for they were almost ancient, but he knew plenty about the legend and how he had a habit of disappearing in the middle of conversations.

Charlie wanted to ignore the man, go back to the department grocery store. But, for some reason, he wanted to know what the man had meant. So, even though he was terrified, completely unsure, he headed the direction of the old highway.

[OOC: Sorry it's so long! Charlie had a lot to say today. :) Btw, the old man was from my sample post if you were confused.]

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Viola leaned against the tree, waiting for most of the people to leave. She looked around, then jumped from the tree to a pole, and pulled herself up to the stop of the stoplights, She crawled across the railing, then jumped onto the roof of an apartment building. She jumped onto a few other buildings before reaching her rooftop camp. You could never be too safe, and she was probably one of the smaller survivors, and she was light enough so she could balance better. She grabbed a bruised apple from her bag and started to eat it. She hated going back to the ground. It was full of bodies that could still carry the disease and transmit it to you. It mainly happened with like kids, like her sister. Viola was going back to rural areas as soon as she could. She knew her old house was ransacked, and probably full of dead bodies now. At least, that was the situation a few months ago. She knew an old gas station where it had non-spoil food, and no one had really found it yet. Perfect.

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Viola looked around in her bag so she could take inventory. She suddenly touched something cold. She picked it up. Her father's revolver. She only kept it for both memory and show. She had been threaten many times, and holding this gun out was a good repellent. She wouldn't ever use it, she only had two bullets, and had no use for them. She sighed and put it back. SHe had been feeling weird, and was probably started to go mental.

Viola climbed across a pipe to another building. She climbed down a ladder onto the ground. Then she ran to a row of cars. She was surprised no one had taken them yet, then again, it was hard to find keys. Sometimes people who didn't have pockets put in under their car, or behind the license plate. She knew because the roof was a good lookout spot. She checked three cars before finally finding some keys under the car. She unlocked the car and climbed in.

She looked around the car. "Crap. It's a manual," She muttered. She had never driven manual. She sighed and turned the engine on. She randomly shifted and started to drive. It made a weird sound, but it was good enough. She then remembered that she had put the map in the grocery store awhile away. "Crap. Well, I might as well go in circles," She kept driving, then suddenly, the car started to shake a bit. "Huh?' Viola pulled over. She looked at the gas gauge. "Crap," She muttered. She climbed out of the car. She looked around. Nothing. It started to rain. Viola groaned and turned around to open he door. It was locked. She reached in her pocket and searched for the keys. "Crap. They're in the ignition!"

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Viola kept walking along, looking for somewhere to go. She spotted a mansion. A man was grabbing through a broken window. Usually, Viola would figure he was just trying to raid it, but screams from the inside told her that wasn't the case. She walked closer until she was only a few feet behind him.
Viola grabbed her revolver and aimed it. "HEY! Go away or I WILL shoot!" The man suddenly turned around. Viola kept the gun trained on him. "MOVE IT!" HE froze. Viola ran for him and punched his windpipe.
Viola kept her revolver by her side, just in case. You could never be too carful. If he had allies, she needed a threat.

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William heard a voice from outside, that sounded as if it were helping her. She noticed that instead of the arm that was stuck in the glass reaching out, it stood still, and she took it as the chance to reload her rifle. She ran to the half bathroom, which she remembered had a medicine cabinet with some ammo in it. She quickly reloaded the gun, with her jittery hands.
She darted towards the door, and stood quietly. William wasn't sure what to do, the man was right in front of the door, on the other hand, that other person probably would appreciate some help.
She decides, and kicks open the door, slamming into the man's body. Quickly, she joins the other person's side, but making sure she's about two feet away, right before she realizes it was the girl from earlier.
"Ello, mate!"
William yells, aiming her rifle at the man
"Leave, or suffer meh gun!"
She snaps at him, sweat trickling down her forehead.

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Viola took a deep breath.
"You alright?" She asked the woman. She nodded.
Viola pulled up her hood. "Thanks for the assist, but I better find a shelter before it pours. I don't need anything to damage my supplies. Not that I have a lot," She mumbled.
She put her revolver in her bag and wiped the blood away from the cut he had given her. She hated broken glass cutting her. It felt really painful, but she would just let it heal.
She started down the path to the street.

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"Wait!"
William yelled.
"You can stay here. This usually never happens. It's probably because he might have saw me come in... point is, it's really rare. Anyways, its nice here. No corpses, lots of food... Come'on mate!"
She trails off. Willie couldn't let her just walk off into the open. She was pretty sure they both knew it was dangerous. She ran after the girl, holding her arm up to block the rain from landing on her.
"Trust me, mate. That's my family's mansion, and no one in there has had the touch. If so, I'd be dead myself. The name's William Walker, preferably Willie. Or Jordan, if you would rather."
She panted. Brushing the wet brown hair out of her face, Willie held out her hand to shake.
"You don't have to if you don't want to."

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Viola shrugged. "Why not. I'm Viola," Viola gave William a strong handshake.
Viola walked in.
"Nice place you got here," Viola plopped down on a piece of furniture. placed her bag down.
She opened her bag and fumbled around, looking for a band-aid or something.
She instead pulled out a family photo. It all came rushing back to her.
Her mother dyeing, her father dying, her little sister, who touched his hand and got infected. Soon she was the only one left.
She kept staring at the the picture. It scared her to know that everything that she loved could be destroyed in a matter of seconds. Then again, what did she love? Everything had fallen away. She didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she didn't have anything to love, so she had nothing to lose. She couldn't take her eyes off the picture. Everyone was together, even her Mom. Everything had changed in a day. It only took a day. She rubbed her temples. She was probably going mental at this pint.

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"You alright?"
William asked, acknowledging her stare. She sat down next to Viola, and looked at the picture. She sighed,
"Ahh, I see... Your family got infected. Let's look at the bright side, eh mate? Your alive...You have shelter, and plenty of food, a companion, much better life than others."
She patted her on the back.
"Try not to think about it. My family is in the Dome, those lucky idiots. I've never loved them. Never loved anyone, actually. I would be in the Dome too, but I had a cold when my family got in, so I was rejected. Come'on, mate, I'll show ya around."
William gets up, and offers her hand to Viola.

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Viola silently took her hand and stood up. She followed William around the house. It was amazing to Viola, who had grown up in a small town. She couldn't help thinking about the Dome. She wondered what it was like. She couldn't believe that William's family had just left her. Fending for yourself was hard work, and her family just went on without another thought. Viola then told herself to shut up and enjoy the tour of the house. "Yep, I'm going mental, She thought.

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William finished the tour by showing Viola the attic.
"...This was my favorite room when I was a child. I loved to sit up here, and draw, and when it rained, oh how I adored the sound of the small pitter patter on the roof, you can even hear it now..."
She paused for a second or two to introduce her to the sound of the rain clinking against the roof.
"Agh, sorry I'm talking so much, I just haven't had a real conversation in years..."
Willie sighed. She grabbed the notebook she was drawing in before hand, and handed it to Viola.
"This is how I imagine the Dome."
She sighed, taking a sip from the water. It was already flipped to the right page.
"Phoney blue skies, the perfect temp, no money..."
William trailed off.

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Viola looked at the notebook. "Wow these are cool! I did some sketches of people I've seen in the outside," Viola said, and handed it to her.

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"Thank you,"
William smiled, taking the sketches. She looked through them, and smirked,
"These are pretty nice, too, mate. I have some more notebooks in my room, if you're interested. I'll go get them, but first, do you want any chips?"
She bends down, and grabs the bag of sour cream and onion chips that she had brought up earlier. William hadn't got to even open the bag yet, and wasn't going to anytime soon, so she figured she'd ask if she wanted any. She offers the bag to Viola, with a soft smile.

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(Sorry about the wrong spelling, my computer has about autocorrect)

Viola usually would have grabbed the bag, and devoured the chips in an instant. But William was giving her shelter, and food. Viola decided to eat, but only a little. "Thanks. I'd love to see your other notebooks," Viola said.

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Viola caught one of the notebooks as they toppled in.
More hit the ground beside her. She curiously opened one of the notebooks.
The illustration was beautiful, there was a number of shops, a road paved with bricks, everyone wondered down the streets, smiling and laughing. They all wore fresh, wonderful clothes that had vibrant colors.
Viola put down the book and reached for another small handful of chips.
"That's a of notebooks you got there," Viola commented as William climbed up and stood up.

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"I've got tons more, mate."
William smiled. She sat down next to Viola.
"Been making these all my life, all the way down to when I learned how to draw, draw good, that is."
She surfed around in the pile of notebooks.
"Aha, here it is."
She hands the notebook to Viola. It was filled with amateur drawings of the most confusing things, but really, all of the drawings held a memory, or a secret, etc. Everything had a meaning.
"My first one,"
William announced. It was a drawing of a willow tree, with a girl leaning against it. The girl was her. It was about a dream William had.

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"That's pretty good for one of your first drawings," Viola observed it and stared at it for a moment.
"I usually draw from things I've seen, and what I thought was interesting. I also drew old memories, or where I wish to be,"
Viola picked up another notebook.
"I like this picture," Viola said, pointing to a picture of a small girl staring at a sunset, and two older boys hanging out in a tall oak tree. A pair of parents were enjoying a picnic and smiling.
"I'm guessing the girl is you, the boys your brothers and the couple your parents years back. It's a really good picture,"
Viola smiled at William.
"What was your family like before, well you know, the outbreak?"

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"Well, It's simple, mate. My brothers, annoying as heck, my parents, well... It's hard to define them. My Dad is more, of a know it all, professional, non-family orientated man. My Mom? Well..She always tried to be nice to me, but I don't think she truly cared. I've always been the kind of person who avoided all contact, and adored bein' alone. This is actually one of the first time's I've talked to someone openly, without punching them, or givin' them a dirty look."
William answered, looking at the notebook drawing that Viola held.
"And, thank you, by the way."
William took another sip of the bottled water.

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