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Date Posted: 16:53:01 05/18/05 Wed
Author: Josephine
Subject: Foolery, is it Not?

OOC Name: Rhaps
Email: horsecraze5@aol.com

Character name: Josephine
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human, Neutral
Abilities: Josephine is a skilled hacker, with a college degree in English, but she minored in computers and learned the rest on her own.
Appearance: Jo is tall for a woman, and skinny; she does not have the generic idea of a perfect white woman's body. Rather, she has beauty in a much more natural, the usage of the word indicating closer to nature, form. Beginning from the top, she has long black black hair that is nearly always drawn into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. The face crowned by this hair is vaguely reminiscent of the Cherokee. Her skin is just a little tanned in comparison to the general Caucasian population, her nose slender and somewhat long, but with the end rounded. In general, her features are 'soft', though her expression is generally severe. With her eyebrows, a color identical to her hair and thin but not overly so, usually drawn slightly together above eyes that are a blue color commonly mistaken for grey and thin, wire-frame glasses, it's not hard to get this impression. Below the glasses is a comely chin that is rounded and slightly dimpled, and nowhere near as severe as her gaze. The neck following it is as slender as the rest of her body, flowing into what is usually a grey, stylish business coat over a white shirt. In fact, this is Josephine's attire most of the time: a grey or cream-and-olive dress suit that accents her body. As quiet as her personality, they speak of her normal no-nonsense manner. Josephine's feet are usually clad in tennis shoes or black dress shoes, whatever she feels like for the day or whatever she happens to be doing.
Personality: While severe and meticulous, Josephine is also kind. At home, she keeps a cat for company, though she loves dogs just as much. Compassion keeps her from being an entirely cold-hearted person, and she likes to help those working around her if they're having problems. However, should the mistake be repeated above two times, she will grow irritated, being a quick learner herself. Jo's patience is small and her tolerance yet smaller, fitting into the perfectionism she usually exhibits. At work, she puts up the Mary-Sue front of a Neutral: hateful of Indigos and totally into what she is doing. This is only partly true. Though she's into most of her job- the hunting and tracking are what she lives for- and enjoys it, when it comes to the 'study' and 'Neutralization' she has to lie. Children many of the Indigos remain (as in, most of them are kids as far as I can tell), albeit special ones, and she simply can't get it out of her mind. When they bring in someone older, she can harden her heart a little and pretend much better, but if they bring in a kid, Jo just can't watch or participate. Obviously, she does not hate the Indigo population, but a job is a job, whether she likes it or not.
History: Having never lived in Rosewood, Josephine never experienced the initial encounter with those now called 'Indigo', but she can well imagine the horror. However, Jo was raised on Evolutionism and is thus atheistic, but she wonders about omnipotent beings at times. Anyway, with the belief of evolution firmly in her mind, she was never really afraid of the jump mankind had made in its development, unlike much of humanity, and she feels more pity for the gifted people called Indigo than fear. Of course, she is afraid of what they can do- control of fire, water, and earthquakes is no joke- but she doesn't hate them for it, nor does she envy them. When Jo graduated from college among those in the top ten, she made a living working for a few schools as a substitute English teacher for a year or so before her hacker lifestyle was discovered. Rather than be 'disciplined', the government allowed her the choice of joining the Neutrals in the effort to contain the Indigo population. Given such a choice, she chose the job as the logical thing to do. Now, she does not completely regret the desicion, but wishes she had had a different alternative. Having worked with the Neutrals for about two years now, she has witnessed some of the atrocities committed in the name of science, and the thought makes her want to vomit. Though she never thought of herself as one, Josephine began to smoke in order to relieve some of the stress she feels on a regular basis, and she began to drink more.
Sample Post: Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Minutes passing endlessly in a grey office, a grey building, a grey world wrapped in a bright, miserable, hot, humid day. In that office sits a woman, working hard at a computer, trying to track down one more Indigo, one more 'menace to society'. The skin under her eyes is purple and baggy from lack of sleep, and an empty mug that still smells faintly of coffee sits on her desk on a coaster stained as dark as the drink. Eyes red from staring at a computer for hours on end, fingers beginning to cramp from so much work, Josephine continues her work, a single cigarette burning low in her mouth. She inhales once more and breathes out a puff of smoke the color of the computer frame.

'I really oughtta stop smoking. And drinking. And quit this shitty job.' With a groan, the woman stands, stubbing out her smoke and stretching. 'But I can't. I need the cigarettes and the booze to calm my nerves strung to the breaking point by a job I can't quit. Good lord, can't they just leave the Indigo kids alone? Though now, I guess, some of them aren't kids anymore, are they? Ugh, I need bed... sleep... oh my, I think it's gotten hotter. Great.' Staring hard out at the city scenery outside, the woman feels around for a fan, a newspaper, anything to keep her somewhat cool.

"Just great. A wonderful day to leave all my hot-weather crap at home. Remind me not to pull an all-nighter at the office again." Of course, that's a laugh. This particular woman hasn't had a good night's sleep in a very loong time. Sometimes, she stays up just to see if she can make herself exhausted enough to sleep without nightmares... without the haunting memories of her work. Every time a child is neutralized, Josephine can't get it out of her head. It increases the intensity of her dreaming and oftimes she'll wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes with a throat hoarse from screaming and a face wet with her own tears.

Trying vainly to relieve some of the heat on her skin, Josephine hurries out into the unforgiving weather and tries flagging down a taxi. After several minutes of standing in the heavy conditions, she manages to get one. Climbing into the car with a sigh of relief, she settles onto the seat cushion and relaxes, a few of the loose strands of her hair already plastered to her warm forehead.

'I wonder what it feels like, having your gift removed. Having to stay in hiding. Being hated for something you never chose to have. It must be terrible, like having part of you missing, and it must be lonely. I'm not sure I can imagi-'

"Hey lady, where you goin'?" Snapped out of her thoughts, the comely woman glares at the man for a moment before realizing she hasn't given him his destination yet. As she tells him her address, her mind begins to wander once more. Thoughts turning to her job once more, she finishes her sentence and sighs heavily. In the meantime, the cab driver wisely turns around and does not question her health. A headache rising with a vengeance behind her eyes, Josephine rubs her forehead with tired fingers and flops back onto the seat, having leaned forward to tell him his instructions.

'This stupid job is literally driving me insane. The entire thing is foolery, idiocy, in fact. Why contain them? Why not tell all the little complainers to shove it and leave them be? Why do I have to watch children tortured, and why to I have to have a hand in bringing them here for it? Why? If there is a god, he's got a sick sense of humor. If I believed in the fiery depths of the anti-Heavan, I'd have to say that I'm going to burn there forever. But, since I don't believe in that, I'll just be lost into a void. Whoopee. Somehow, that sounds even less appealing. About as appealing as turning to any kind of faith in the first place. Crap. I'm rambling in my own head again.' Groaning once more, she closes her eyes and whimpers slightly, wishing for an end and dreading it more than anything else.

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