get to know my oc!
thank you so so so much @flock-from-the-void for the tag <3
im so excited to do this, finally all the unnecessary traits I gave her will be useddd so so happy
gently tagging: @leisoree @rmgrey-author @digital-chance @maewrites13 @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @anonymousfoz and anyone else who'd like to join :)
this is my forever beloved (and one of my first ocs that managed to not get tossed away) Giada from Flowers and Homicide (before it was murderous roses)
As I step in the lab, a rotting smell fills my nostrils. I'm seriously tempted to drop this crazy interview and go back home, but then I think of my boss.
And so I keep on walking through hell, knowing that the previously cited boss's rage would be even worse.
There's some guy cleaning a syringe near what I presume is a corpse (don't vomit, don't vomit, dont' vomit) and so I approach him and ask him if he knows where a girl named Giada could be.
After a couple seconds, he sends me off in direction of a room with glass panels, through them I catch sight of a dark, curly mass of hair and knock on the door.
"Hello, are you by any chance Giada?" the foreign name is still new on my tongue, I hope I didn't pronounce it wrong.
"Yes, that's me! What can I help you with?" she answers smiling brightly at me.
"I'm from Tumblr-News," I explain "I was hoping you'd have time for a couple of questions..."
"Oh! Sure! I'm on my break right now, so we have a good 20 minutes for talking"
Are you named after anyone?
Huh, interesting question. No, I wasn't named after a person, but an object. A gemstone. See, my family's half Italian and Giada, in Italian, means jade, also my grandmother's favourite stone.
I think she said something about a ring and a proposal.... doesn't matter though.
When was the last time you cried?
Ha haa... Is this really necessary? Yeah? Ok..Yesterday. I just'd just gotten my period and ice cream fell on my shirt. Don't judge, it makes me really emotional.
The period. Not the ice-cream.
Do you have kids?
Do I really look that old? Damn. And no, I don't have kids and don't plan on them.
Do you use sarcasm?
I believe sarcasm should be a love language. Yes I do, anytime I can, I love it, it's half of my personality.
What's the first thing you notice about people?
Well, I'm a med student, so probably the overall appereance, if they're sleeping enough, if they're eating enough, stuff like that.
Also if they look like a murderer. Or like a person who killed someone.
Guilty, in general.
What's your eye colour?
They're jade, like my name. Just kidding, I'd love to have green eyes but I don't have them.
She leans closer to me and opens her eyes more than I thought was humanly possible.
I don't know if you can see through the glasses, but there is a bit of mud green in the brown, so technically my eyes are a bit green.
Mostly brown though.
Scary movies or happy endings?
I'm literally standing in a lab full of cadavers. What do you think?
Any special talents?
Oh oh I know this! I can lick my nose! Want to see?
she brings her tongue to her nose and makes a muffled scream while pointing to it.
I also have an apparently worrying knowledge about poisons and death, but I'm studying forensic, can you blame me?
Where were you born?
In an hospital? Duh. It was in San Francisco if you care to know.
What are your hobbies?
I've already said poisons but I'll say it again, they are super interesting, did you know we exist just because some ancient monkeys got high? many times, and those chemicals extended their brain cells and so they got smarter. It's amazing!
I also love magic, I've thought about joining a cult or something, but those people are mad. Worse than me. I've been to a session, and they were all dressed up strange, candles everywhere, there was the star on the ground, you know that star in the circle? That one.
But I firmly believe in faeries, coincidences do not exist, it's them meddling with our lives. You can't change my mind.
Do you have any pets?
I've always wanted a lizard or something like that, maybe a snake even if I'm low-key scared of them. They're absolutely stunning, but what if one bites me? They are super venomous.
But when I was little I had a goldfish, his name was Alastair, it was my favourite character from a book, can't remember which. It died after month.
It's buried in my parents' backyard. Poor little thing.
Any sport that you play/played?
I think you can tell that I'm not the sportiest person ever, but I was on the track team.
I absolutely sucked, but I was in it.
Oh and in winter I always went skiing with my family so also that.
How tall are you?
I'm 5.3 and I hate it. At least I can wear heels. But I usually don't cause they hurt my feet, apart from a pair of boots, those are my salvation. Sometimes I even wear them here, not today tho.. sorry I'm blabbering.
What's your favourite subject?
Oh, it's the first year I'm taking it but it's super interesting, it's called anesteti- anast- anesthesiology... Yeah anesthesiology. Hate the name love the subject. I think I like it because most anesthetics are also poisons.
But yeah, right now it's my favourite subject.
And finally, what's your dream job?
Coroner. Or working in the forensic squad.
Right now I'm in an internship, but if it goes well they might keep me around even next year.
"And that's it, thank you so much or answering, I'll leave you to... whatever you'll be doing" I smile uncomfortably and hug her quickly.
"Just in time, by break's over so I better get working"
She sets down her cup and shrugs on a white lab coat, quickly waves at me and just like that she's gone.
I walk as fast as I can, anxious to get rid of this disgusting smell.
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Tsumugi, how is it that not even your own creations want to be your friend? You have no one to blame for your situation but yourself.
"Why-" she laughs, controlled as ever, though the slightest twinge of hopelessness creeps into her voice. "Why would I want them to be my friends? I didn't write them to be my friends."
She's sitting under the moon with everyone, laughing and joking about anime they've never watched. Soft piano lilts through the air, ebbing like leaves in the wind. She cracks a joke about Death Note and Shuichi, and a handful of people laugh, but not everyone, because they're all busy with their own conversations and there's nothing wrong with that because-
Because she's back with reality. She shakes her head, a futile attempt to shake off whatever ridiculous daydream took hold of her. "They weren't my friends. I wasn't that Tsumugi Shirogane - and even if I was, that Tsumugi Shirogane still killed Rantaro, and masterminded the game, and- huh."
Where does she end, and the real Tsumugi begin?
Is there a real Tsumugi?
She looks down at herself. Her skin feels painted on. Her hair on her shoulders feels plastic and fake and she gasps, realising the aching headache she has is because of the shallow breathing she hadn't even noticed - though, of course, the gasp of air doesn't help.
She puts two fingers to her neck, numbly checking her pulse. She doesn't know what to look for. Is this faster than usual? What is usual? Does she recognise her own heart rate?
She disguises it. Pretends to shake it off, as she had with her daydream, although her hands are still shaking and she isn't breathing right. She plasters on a smile. Her chest hurts.
"Why would I want to be friends with my own creation?" she repeats. "It'd be like being friends with a robot- oh, sorry, Keebo."
Sorry, Keebo? She looks down.
"Keebo isn't... right. Okay. Hm." She needs to get those habits broken. She isn't that Tsumugi Shirogane, after all.
"Then it would be like being friends with a robot. Sorry, no-one."
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