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Post by [Crash Diamond] on Jun 16, 2011 23:12:12 GMT -5
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Killjoy: Crash Diamond
Actual Identity: Rebecca Marie Calavert
Age: Just about 30
Color: Powder Blue
Specialty: Explosives
Backstory:
♥... They Call Her Crash
From head to toe the female was shrouded in black. There were Two things on her body that weren’t covered by the dark fabric, The first was a patch on the back of her dusty jacket. It Simply read BOOM! in white letters, The final piece was the visor on her on her motorcycle helmet, It reflected the desert that sprawled out in front of her. The female was straddling the one thing in her life that has stayed the same, her precious motorcycle. The bike was white, but that was white, but it was barely noticeable with all the graffiti she’d decorated the bike with. The diner was reflected in her visor, she was staring at it as her bike idled between her legs. She wasn’t ready to go in just yet, she was too busy reliving horrible and happy memories. This place always seemed to do that to her.
They played out like a movie in her head. Her mother was over joyed, the letter that has arrived in the mail claimed that the girl was a genius. She’d been accepted into the Better Living Industries, tears ran down the older woman’s face, “Becca! I’m so proud of you!” She sobbed as she hugged the female. Before anyone knew that BLind was really about, before the oppression and the pills, Back before she knew she’s lose everything. Way before the pills, Crash had been excited too.
Flash!
Better Living Industries, BLind, that’s what they called it. She was stuck here and she hated it. They’d taken away her mother and Crash was sure she’d never see the woman again. It was in that god awful place that she meet her best friend. She was a sweet little girl named Elizabeth. The two has hit it off instantly, but the longer that she was here the more that Becca hated it. Before BLind she’d been a song writer, not Creativity was dead. Instead of being able to do something she loved, she was forced to study explosives for Korse and his team.
Flash!
Four years later, Crash had been let go a year ago, Liz on the other hand had been stuck still living in the horrible world of the ID Camps. Liz had managed to find a place where she was happy. Rebecca on the other hand, She knew she wouldn’t really settle down. Crash gave the girl a final hug, Sitting on her bike outside the diner. She tied the light blue bandanna around her face. ” I’ll be back.” She nodded and looked up at Liz. “I just gota go see what i can see. ya know. You know me… I can’t stay put.” With that she slipped her helmet on her head and waved. Then She was gone.
Flash!
She’d gotten tangled up some BLind Business and she’d gotten in a scuffle. Now her left was mangled and she’d done a very shitty job of wrapping her injury up, She drove three days threw the desert to get to the only person she trusted medically. She had a raging infection, she pulled up in front of the diner and took her helmet off. Weakly she staggered onto the porch of the diner before her world went black. Three days later she woke up to her best friends face. ” you fucking bitch.” Liz hissed before she hugged the girl. She’d almost died, her leg would be forever deformed, a constant remind that as a Killjoy your life hing in the balance.
Flash!
The female pulled her eyes open, she was back in the real world. She hoped that everyone was still here, still alive, and that she was still welcome. She let a long elegant sigh slip from her lips before she drove up to the diner. Killing the Engine she put the kick stand down and pulled off her helmet. Her dark curly locks fell as she shook her head, the tattered baby blue bandanna covered her mouth she pulled off and stuffed it in the helmet. Clearing her throat she called out “NOVACAINE!”
Killjoy: Crash Diamond
Actual Identity: Rebecca Marie Calavert
Age: Just about 30
Color: Powder Blue
Specialty: Explosives
Backstory:
♥... They Call Her Crash
From head to toe the female was shrouded in black. There were Two things on her body that weren’t covered by the dark fabric, The first was a patch on the back of her dusty jacket. It Simply read BOOM! in white letters, The final piece was the visor on her on her motorcycle helmet, It reflected the desert that sprawled out in front of her. The female was straddling the one thing in her life that has stayed the same, her precious motorcycle. The bike was white, but that was white, but it was barely noticeable with all the graffiti she’d decorated the bike with. The diner was reflected in her visor, she was staring at it as her bike idled between her legs. She wasn’t ready to go in just yet, she was too busy reliving horrible and happy memories. This place always seemed to do that to her.
They played out like a movie in her head. Her mother was over joyed, the letter that has arrived in the mail claimed that the girl was a genius. She’d been accepted into the Better Living Industries, tears ran down the older woman’s face, “Becca! I’m so proud of you!” She sobbed as she hugged the female. Before anyone knew that BLind was really about, before the oppression and the pills, Back before she knew she’s lose everything. Way before the pills, Crash had been excited too.
Flash!
Better Living Industries, BLind, that’s what they called it. She was stuck here and she hated it. They’d taken away her mother and Crash was sure she’d never see the woman again. It was in that god awful place that she meet her best friend. She was a sweet little girl named Elizabeth. The two has hit it off instantly, but the longer that she was here the more that Becca hated it. Before BLind she’d been a song writer, not Creativity was dead. Instead of being able to do something she loved, she was forced to study explosives for Korse and his team.
Flash!
Four years later, Crash had been let go a year ago, Liz on the other hand had been stuck still living in the horrible world of the ID Camps. Liz had managed to find a place where she was happy. Rebecca on the other hand, She knew she wouldn’t really settle down. Crash gave the girl a final hug, Sitting on her bike outside the diner. She tied the light blue bandanna around her face. ” I’ll be back.” She nodded and looked up at Liz. “I just gota go see what i can see. ya know. You know me… I can’t stay put.” With that she slipped her helmet on her head and waved. Then She was gone.
Flash!
She’d gotten tangled up some BLind Business and she’d gotten in a scuffle. Now her left was mangled and she’d done a very shitty job of wrapping her injury up, She drove three days threw the desert to get to the only person she trusted medically. She had a raging infection, she pulled up in front of the diner and took her helmet off. Weakly she staggered onto the porch of the diner before her world went black. Three days later she woke up to her best friends face. ” you fucking bitch.” Liz hissed before she hugged the girl. She’d almost died, her leg would be forever deformed, a constant remind that as a Killjoy your life hing in the balance.
Flash!
The female pulled her eyes open, she was back in the real world. She hoped that everyone was still here, still alive, and that she was still welcome. She let a long elegant sigh slip from her lips before she drove up to the diner. Killing the Engine she put the kick stand down and pulled off her helmet. Her dark curly locks fell as she shook her head, the tattered baby blue bandanna covered her mouth she pulled off and stuffed it in the helmet. Clearing her throat she called out “NOVACAINE!”