Lick The Pavement
Chapter One: Picking up the first
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//There's a club if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry And you want to die//
How Soon Is Now - The Smiths
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Gabriel Devitt laughed out loud as he knocked back a single shot of vodka, his first for the night.
So underage at only fifteen, yet he could get in and out of the clubs like he owned them.
He guessed it was because he'd been around for so long, eventually the bouncers get to know you... and some of them he 'knew' very well indeed.
He was only tiny, no more than 5'3", and he wore flat-soled ankle boots, which did nothing to boost his height. His bizarre odd-coloured eyes, the left a mercury silver like grey, the right a liquid orange warm amber, were both accentuated by the dark and smoky grey-black eye-shadow, helped by black eyeliner.
His hair was matte-black, with a dark blue sheen only noticeable in bright light. It as cut to about an inch beneath his ears and he wore it choppy and loose, although he had somehow, in the few minutes that he'd been in the club, managed to get it dusted with glitter.
He was here to pick someone up.
Blunt, but honest. He had no worries about not being able to pick someone up. The club he was in, 'The Dirty Needle' was well known for being a prime pick-up joint. Plus, he was beautiful for a boy, he wasn't being arrogant, it was simply truth.
Some boys would hate the description, but for him, it was the only way he could be sure of having a warm bed and a meal each night.
He had a delicate, fey featured face and a dainty, fragile looking body which made him attractive to all kinds of people.
It didn't hurt that he chose his clothes to make sure that he left nothing to the imagination, yet still hid some secrets. It was a paradox that worked well for him. He was dressed in sinfully tight black shimmering tight trousers which were slightly flared at the bottom and low cut at the waist. He showed his stomach off in a short belly top, black, with 'Rent Boy' written across it in italics in silver glitter, but a long sleeved black mesh top, covering the bare midriff and low in the neck again hid what was plainly in sight.
It was an outfit designed to pull, and it didn't fail him.
Only one of his tattoos was exposed in the revealing clothes, the dark angel with the tattered wings, three inches high on the right of his lower back. It said a lot about him, in one tiny little image.
He accompanied the whole image with dark purple nail polish and suggestive accessories, a bondage style collar with rings in place of spikes, and spiked cuffs on each wrist.
The harsh club lighting glittered menacingly from the silver links of the chain belt hung loosely around his waist, and glinted from his lip ring.
He danced like sin, moving in a poorly disguised imitation of sex to the base-heavy 'My Own Summer' by the Deftones.
Sure enough, a stranger appeared behind him within minutes, tall and young, though not as young as Gabriel himself was.
Just as he liked them then.
They danced together for a bit, almost obscenely, grinding together and heightening the frustrated lustful energy that flooded the place, making Gabriel's skin tingle.
The man bent to whisper hotly in his ear.
"Can we go outside?"
Gabriel just turned, holding his hand and smirked, leading the other man through the seething throng to the back door, leading out into the cool biting air of the alley outside.
Gabriel turned and leant back against the wall.
"You wanted to come outside?" He asked, faux innocently.
His mark shook his head and sidestepped, leaving Gabriel open to an unexpected attack. The other person stepped forward smartly and sprayed some kind of liquid into Gabriel's face.
Before Gabriel could make any move, the chemical had disabled him, and he sank down into blackness.
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The man who had 'pulled' Gabriel spat on the floor, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Next time, someone ELSE is gonna get the fuckin' mutie, okay?"
A friend of his, dressed inconspicuously, laughed back at him and he continued to complain as the body of the young boy was dragged into the side of a blacked out van.
The doors closed, and the van, and its contents, sped off into the night.
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It doesn't suck at all, really it doesn't!!!
As you can see, I'm not afraid to go for the really dark and seedy things here, so be as imaginative in your descriptions as you like. ^___^
Here's Gabriel's profile, if you're interested.
General: Name: Gabriel Devitt Nickname: Devi, Dev, Gabe Gender: Male Age: 15 Nationality: British Abilities: Power: He can use emotional or natural energy as either an attacking power, to power machinery, or to affect how people are acting.
Limitation: His power is amazingly volatile and unpredictable. Often he will become affected by the energy himself. Appearance of power (if notable): Simply emerged aged nine. Appearance: Height: 5'3" Eyes: Odd. The left is grey, almost silver; the right is amber in colour. Hair (style and colour): Haphazard choppily cut, about an inch below his ears, matte black in colour with a dark blue sheen. Build: Small, undernourished, fragile. His appearance is bird-like and frail. Face Shape: Delicate, fey, almost feminine. Fine bone structure with high cheekbones. Skin Tone: Very cold almost blue skin tone. Inhuman features: None Marking: Scars: What appears to be a human bite mark on his shoulder at the juncture where it meets the neck. Small crescent shaped scars around the hips, suggesting forceful restraint. Numerous scars on the feet, source unknown, maybe caused either by glass or gravel. Small yet deep scar just under hairline on the left side above the eye, looks to be caused by some hard knock. Tattoos: On the right side of his lower back he has the image of a dark angel with tattered wings, about three inches from top to bottom, with the two wings visible around the upper shoulders and head of a genderless figure, all in black. Some of the wings and one or two loose feathers are shaded in purple.
He has a kanjii under the end of his right collarbone, which apparently translates into 'dirty'. Piercings: Lip ring, bottom studs in each lobe, two hoops and a tragus on the right, a scaffold and a rook on the left Glasses/Contacts/Neither: Neither Jewellery: Black dog collar with hoops instead of rings, studded wrist cuffs, one on each wrist, silver chain link belt. Details Of Capture: Place where caught: 'The Dirty Needle' a well-known dance club with a bad reputation Circumstances of capture: He was lured out of the way of the crowds by an agent who pretended to 'pick him up' and was caught with minimum fuss outside the club. People they were with: The prisoner was alone at the time. Found wearing: Black ankle length boots, flat-soled; black shimmering tight trousers, slightly flared at the bottom, low cut at the waist; a short belly top, black, with 'Rent Boy' written across it in italics in silver glitter; a long sleeved black mesh top, covering the bare midriff, low in the neck. Personality: The prisoner is seemingly bright but reluctant to actively search out knowledge. He has little formal education but has extensive knowledge of basic living skills and common sense.
He seems to hold no deterrence towards the human race.
He is disrespectful to authority figures and has aggravated many of the members of staff through swearing, flirting or generally being stubborn. He revels in social situations and enjoys interacting with his peer group, although he has no apparent desire to be the centre of attention, he is not the kind of person who would be easily ignored.
He seems to become more serious under pressure and can cope quite well except for certain situations, e.g. involving water. He seems to resent being alone and will often talk to himself.
This prisoner was sent for psychiatric screening.
The patient showed many manic symptoms, including an extroverted yet desperate sense of self, disregard for personal health and safety, an increased libido, disregard for personal relationships and hyperactive behaviour.
He also displayed deep-seated insecurities, self-hatred, inner despair and feelings of worthlessness and is also self-depreciating.
He seems to be covering a sense of collapse, panic, anxiety and chaos with a veneer of brash, over-zealous and extravagant behaviour. These personality traits fit with his behaviour, i.e. taking up heroin, the promiscuous behaviour, the bad decisions in relationships.
There are deeper lying issues that haven't been dealt with and I feel that the patient is in an unstable and volatile state of mind.
History: The prisoner's father is unknown, to him and his mother. His mother was a young rape victim who was then disowned for keeping the baby. She tried to look after the child but ended up hating it for being a drain on her energy, her time and her funds and for being a reminder of her attack.
He has no known siblings.
She enrolled him in basic schooling from start to age seven, but pulled him out and admitted him to foster care, unable to look after him anymore. Her current whereabouts are unknown.
The prisoner was not fostered throughout his time at foster care due to his obvious mutation in the form of his eyes, plus the fact that he was badly behaved, described as a disturbed child and was an older child.
Although entered for schooling again, he admits to never attending. Records confirmed this.
He disclosed that the foster home, which was later closed due to unacceptable conditions and many cases of child abuse, was unfit for children and that he and the other long-term children were often abused. His fear of water apparently stems from a punishment where the children were held head first in a bathtub until they passed out.
Many of the scars are believed to originate from here.
The appearance of his powers did not cause any great disturbance, as he was apparently afraid of them and refused to use them.
Having no independent wealth and suffering at the foster home, the prisoner left with a small group of other children, one of which had become his partner, despite being two years older than he was.
He estimates that he was ten at this time.
The group splintered down until they eventually separated altogether. After breaking up with his partner, the prisoner states that he used people for somewhere to stay and eat, by which I presume that he slept with various people, professing love in some cases, then living off them until he was kicked out. It was apparently through a boyfriend that the prisoner got into heroin and became addicted through continuous use.
He left the UK and entered America, again with another boyfriend, and did more of the same.
The last person he was living with again dumped him and he was apparently 'bouncing' that is, sleeping with a different person every night until he found somewhere better.
Health: Smoker: Was apparently a heavy user before capture. Has since been going through nicotine withdrawal. Drink: Although underage he seems to both enjoy drink and is fairly adept at holding it Drugs: Has confessed to being a heroin user Is currently being treated with methadone for addiction Is still being treated, although he claims to have been an on/off user from eleven, but a full blooded intravenous user from thirteen Physical health concerns: None, except for heroin withdrawal. Has been screened for STD's, the results were clear. Medication: Methadone Mental health concerns: Displays some symptoms of psychosis or bi-polar disorder, is currently being observed. Medication: None as of yet Any requirement other than the usual basic necessary requirements: No. General Health: Below average. The prisoner is undernourished and suffering from slight malnutrition, as well as exhaustion and stress. He displays manic tendencies and a disregard for his personal safety. Further containment in the mental and physical health clinic is advised. Tactical: Rate the prisoners on: Speed - Displays a natural ability for both speedy and long distance running
Physical Strength - Poor, due to poor health and a weak body and muscle structure
Mental Strength - Questionable; fairly strong in problem solving and improvisation but is in a vulnerable state at the moment; may be unstable
'Street' smarts - Very high; is entirely self-sufficient, although not in the best of ways
Basic Intelligence - Seems to be bright enough, picks things up fast, although he seems unwilling to actively learn
Scholastic Intelligence - Very poor, especially due to a lack of education, but also an unwillingness to learn and a short attention span
Fighting Skill, including any training previously - He fights with no skill but ferocity and has no qualms about fighting dirty, what he lacks in finesse and methodology he makes up for in spirit, determination and viciousness; no formal training
Agility - High; naturally very agile and well-balanced
Durability - Above average Personal: Qualities that attract them: Prisoner is apparently attracted to arrogance, often leaning towards older, more settled people, but also people who are likely to form no emotional attachment and who are likely to look out for themselves before him; seems to be attracted exclusively to men in a physical way. Qualities that repel them: He dislikes exuberant, sullen or clumsy people, and has a low tolerance for stupidity. He isn't attracted to members of the opposite sex. He also seems to dislike people who may begin to have an emotional attachment to him. He is clearly uncomfortable with intimacy of that kind. Phobias: Prisoner seems to be terrified of water, and refuses to swim. Fears: Has displayed fear of intimacy and a low tolerance for small spaces. Musical taste: Is relaxed by listening to rock music. Some bands that were tested were Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson, Iggy Pop, The Smiths, Placebo and The Cure Hobbies and other leisure activities: Seems to have a hidden interest in street art. Can they swim? Unknown, but unlikely.
If yes, how well? The prisoner is too afraid to attempt to swim. Do they deal well with heights? Very well Do they deal well with small spaces? Below average Do they deal well with the dark? Average, some anxiety Do they deal well in crowds? Average, some over-confidence Sayings or quotes:
"You're repressing, aren't you."
"What the fuck ever."
"'It costs more for a fuck than suck sweetheart." "If I wasn't so tirelessly disinterested in whatever you're saying I might be bothered to actually kick you in the balls, if you had any I mean." "If everything is going well, you don't know what the hell is going on."
"Don't hit a man when he's down -- kick him; it's easier"
"The bigger they are, the harder they punch."
"I'm trying to imagine you with a personality."
"Chaos, panic, disorder - My work here is done."
Chapter One: Picking up the first
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//There's a club if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry And you want to die//
How Soon Is Now - The Smiths
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Gabriel Devitt laughed out loud as he knocked back a single shot of vodka, his first for the night.
So underage at only fifteen, yet he could get in and out of the clubs like he owned them.
He guessed it was because he'd been around for so long, eventually the bouncers get to know you... and some of them he 'knew' very well indeed.
He was only tiny, no more than 5'3", and he wore flat-soled ankle boots, which did nothing to boost his height. His bizarre odd-coloured eyes, the left a mercury silver like grey, the right a liquid orange warm amber, were both accentuated by the dark and smoky grey-black eye-shadow, helped by black eyeliner.
His hair was matte-black, with a dark blue sheen only noticeable in bright light. It as cut to about an inch beneath his ears and he wore it choppy and loose, although he had somehow, in the few minutes that he'd been in the club, managed to get it dusted with glitter.
He was here to pick someone up.
Blunt, but honest. He had no worries about not being able to pick someone up. The club he was in, 'The Dirty Needle' was well known for being a prime pick-up joint. Plus, he was beautiful for a boy, he wasn't being arrogant, it was simply truth.
Some boys would hate the description, but for him, it was the only way he could be sure of having a warm bed and a meal each night.
He had a delicate, fey featured face and a dainty, fragile looking body which made him attractive to all kinds of people.
It didn't hurt that he chose his clothes to make sure that he left nothing to the imagination, yet still hid some secrets. It was a paradox that worked well for him. He was dressed in sinfully tight black shimmering tight trousers which were slightly flared at the bottom and low cut at the waist. He showed his stomach off in a short belly top, black, with 'Rent Boy' written across it in italics in silver glitter, but a long sleeved black mesh top, covering the bare midriff and low in the neck again hid what was plainly in sight.
It was an outfit designed to pull, and it didn't fail him.
Only one of his tattoos was exposed in the revealing clothes, the dark angel with the tattered wings, three inches high on the right of his lower back. It said a lot about him, in one tiny little image.
He accompanied the whole image with dark purple nail polish and suggestive accessories, a bondage style collar with rings in place of spikes, and spiked cuffs on each wrist.
The harsh club lighting glittered menacingly from the silver links of the chain belt hung loosely around his waist, and glinted from his lip ring.
He danced like sin, moving in a poorly disguised imitation of sex to the base-heavy 'My Own Summer' by the Deftones.
Sure enough, a stranger appeared behind him within minutes, tall and young, though not as young as Gabriel himself was.
Just as he liked them then.
They danced together for a bit, almost obscenely, grinding together and heightening the frustrated lustful energy that flooded the place, making Gabriel's skin tingle.
The man bent to whisper hotly in his ear.
"Can we go outside?"
Gabriel just turned, holding his hand and smirked, leading the other man through the seething throng to the back door, leading out into the cool biting air of the alley outside.
Gabriel turned and leant back against the wall.
"You wanted to come outside?" He asked, faux innocently.
His mark shook his head and sidestepped, leaving Gabriel open to an unexpected attack. The other person stepped forward smartly and sprayed some kind of liquid into Gabriel's face.
Before Gabriel could make any move, the chemical had disabled him, and he sank down into blackness.
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The man who had 'pulled' Gabriel spat on the floor, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Next time, someone ELSE is gonna get the fuckin' mutie, okay?"
A friend of his, dressed inconspicuously, laughed back at him and he continued to complain as the body of the young boy was dragged into the side of a blacked out van.
The doors closed, and the van, and its contents, sped off into the night.
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It doesn't suck at all, really it doesn't!!!
As you can see, I'm not afraid to go for the really dark and seedy things here, so be as imaginative in your descriptions as you like. ^___^
Here's Gabriel's profile, if you're interested.
General: Name: Gabriel Devitt Nickname: Devi, Dev, Gabe Gender: Male Age: 15 Nationality: British Abilities: Power: He can use emotional or natural energy as either an attacking power, to power machinery, or to affect how people are acting.
Limitation: His power is amazingly volatile and unpredictable. Often he will become affected by the energy himself. Appearance of power (if notable): Simply emerged aged nine. Appearance: Height: 5'3" Eyes: Odd. The left is grey, almost silver; the right is amber in colour. Hair (style and colour): Haphazard choppily cut, about an inch below his ears, matte black in colour with a dark blue sheen. Build: Small, undernourished, fragile. His appearance is bird-like and frail. Face Shape: Delicate, fey, almost feminine. Fine bone structure with high cheekbones. Skin Tone: Very cold almost blue skin tone. Inhuman features: None Marking: Scars: What appears to be a human bite mark on his shoulder at the juncture where it meets the neck. Small crescent shaped scars around the hips, suggesting forceful restraint. Numerous scars on the feet, source unknown, maybe caused either by glass or gravel. Small yet deep scar just under hairline on the left side above the eye, looks to be caused by some hard knock. Tattoos: On the right side of his lower back he has the image of a dark angel with tattered wings, about three inches from top to bottom, with the two wings visible around the upper shoulders and head of a genderless figure, all in black. Some of the wings and one or two loose feathers are shaded in purple.
He has a kanjii under the end of his right collarbone, which apparently translates into 'dirty'. Piercings: Lip ring, bottom studs in each lobe, two hoops and a tragus on the right, a scaffold and a rook on the left Glasses/Contacts/Neither: Neither Jewellery: Black dog collar with hoops instead of rings, studded wrist cuffs, one on each wrist, silver chain link belt. Details Of Capture: Place where caught: 'The Dirty Needle' a well-known dance club with a bad reputation Circumstances of capture: He was lured out of the way of the crowds by an agent who pretended to 'pick him up' and was caught with minimum fuss outside the club. People they were with: The prisoner was alone at the time. Found wearing: Black ankle length boots, flat-soled; black shimmering tight trousers, slightly flared at the bottom, low cut at the waist; a short belly top, black, with 'Rent Boy' written across it in italics in silver glitter; a long sleeved black mesh top, covering the bare midriff, low in the neck. Personality: The prisoner is seemingly bright but reluctant to actively search out knowledge. He has little formal education but has extensive knowledge of basic living skills and common sense.
He seems to hold no deterrence towards the human race.
He is disrespectful to authority figures and has aggravated many of the members of staff through swearing, flirting or generally being stubborn. He revels in social situations and enjoys interacting with his peer group, although he has no apparent desire to be the centre of attention, he is not the kind of person who would be easily ignored.
He seems to become more serious under pressure and can cope quite well except for certain situations, e.g. involving water. He seems to resent being alone and will often talk to himself.
This prisoner was sent for psychiatric screening.
The patient showed many manic symptoms, including an extroverted yet desperate sense of self, disregard for personal health and safety, an increased libido, disregard for personal relationships and hyperactive behaviour.
He also displayed deep-seated insecurities, self-hatred, inner despair and feelings of worthlessness and is also self-depreciating.
He seems to be covering a sense of collapse, panic, anxiety and chaos with a veneer of brash, over-zealous and extravagant behaviour. These personality traits fit with his behaviour, i.e. taking up heroin, the promiscuous behaviour, the bad decisions in relationships.
There are deeper lying issues that haven't been dealt with and I feel that the patient is in an unstable and volatile state of mind.
History: The prisoner's father is unknown, to him and his mother. His mother was a young rape victim who was then disowned for keeping the baby. She tried to look after the child but ended up hating it for being a drain on her energy, her time and her funds and for being a reminder of her attack.
He has no known siblings.
She enrolled him in basic schooling from start to age seven, but pulled him out and admitted him to foster care, unable to look after him anymore. Her current whereabouts are unknown.
The prisoner was not fostered throughout his time at foster care due to his obvious mutation in the form of his eyes, plus the fact that he was badly behaved, described as a disturbed child and was an older child.
Although entered for schooling again, he admits to never attending. Records confirmed this.
He disclosed that the foster home, which was later closed due to unacceptable conditions and many cases of child abuse, was unfit for children and that he and the other long-term children were often abused. His fear of water apparently stems from a punishment where the children were held head first in a bathtub until they passed out.
Many of the scars are believed to originate from here.
The appearance of his powers did not cause any great disturbance, as he was apparently afraid of them and refused to use them.
Having no independent wealth and suffering at the foster home, the prisoner left with a small group of other children, one of which had become his partner, despite being two years older than he was.
He estimates that he was ten at this time.
The group splintered down until they eventually separated altogether. After breaking up with his partner, the prisoner states that he used people for somewhere to stay and eat, by which I presume that he slept with various people, professing love in some cases, then living off them until he was kicked out. It was apparently through a boyfriend that the prisoner got into heroin and became addicted through continuous use.
He left the UK and entered America, again with another boyfriend, and did more of the same.
The last person he was living with again dumped him and he was apparently 'bouncing' that is, sleeping with a different person every night until he found somewhere better.
Health: Smoker: Was apparently a heavy user before capture. Has since been going through nicotine withdrawal. Drink: Although underage he seems to both enjoy drink and is fairly adept at holding it Drugs: Has confessed to being a heroin user Is currently being treated with methadone for addiction Is still being treated, although he claims to have been an on/off user from eleven, but a full blooded intravenous user from thirteen Physical health concerns: None, except for heroin withdrawal. Has been screened for STD's, the results were clear. Medication: Methadone Mental health concerns: Displays some symptoms of psychosis or bi-polar disorder, is currently being observed. Medication: None as of yet Any requirement other than the usual basic necessary requirements: No. General Health: Below average. The prisoner is undernourished and suffering from slight malnutrition, as well as exhaustion and stress. He displays manic tendencies and a disregard for his personal safety. Further containment in the mental and physical health clinic is advised. Tactical: Rate the prisoners on: Speed - Displays a natural ability for both speedy and long distance running
Physical Strength - Poor, due to poor health and a weak body and muscle structure
Mental Strength - Questionable; fairly strong in problem solving and improvisation but is in a vulnerable state at the moment; may be unstable
'Street' smarts - Very high; is entirely self-sufficient, although not in the best of ways
Basic Intelligence - Seems to be bright enough, picks things up fast, although he seems unwilling to actively learn
Scholastic Intelligence - Very poor, especially due to a lack of education, but also an unwillingness to learn and a short attention span
Fighting Skill, including any training previously - He fights with no skill but ferocity and has no qualms about fighting dirty, what he lacks in finesse and methodology he makes up for in spirit, determination and viciousness; no formal training
Agility - High; naturally very agile and well-balanced
Durability - Above average Personal: Qualities that attract them: Prisoner is apparently attracted to arrogance, often leaning towards older, more settled people, but also people who are likely to form no emotional attachment and who are likely to look out for themselves before him; seems to be attracted exclusively to men in a physical way. Qualities that repel them: He dislikes exuberant, sullen or clumsy people, and has a low tolerance for stupidity. He isn't attracted to members of the opposite sex. He also seems to dislike people who may begin to have an emotional attachment to him. He is clearly uncomfortable with intimacy of that kind. Phobias: Prisoner seems to be terrified of water, and refuses to swim. Fears: Has displayed fear of intimacy and a low tolerance for small spaces. Musical taste: Is relaxed by listening to rock music. Some bands that were tested were Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson, Iggy Pop, The Smiths, Placebo and The Cure Hobbies and other leisure activities: Seems to have a hidden interest in street art. Can they swim? Unknown, but unlikely.
If yes, how well? The prisoner is too afraid to attempt to swim. Do they deal well with heights? Very well Do they deal well with small spaces? Below average Do they deal well with the dark? Average, some anxiety Do they deal well in crowds? Average, some over-confidence Sayings or quotes:
"You're repressing, aren't you."
"What the fuck ever."
"'It costs more for a fuck than suck sweetheart." "If I wasn't so tirelessly disinterested in whatever you're saying I might be bothered to actually kick you in the balls, if you had any I mean." "If everything is going well, you don't know what the hell is going on."
"Don't hit a man when he's down -- kick him; it's easier"
"The bigger they are, the harder they punch."
"I'm trying to imagine you with a personality."
"Chaos, panic, disorder - My work here is done."