Science Is King

Science dictates lives: what you do, where you live, who you marry. It takes care of you, covers your bills, keeps you healthy, and all it asks in return is that you participate in a few experiments. Ridgeway has always been a control group, left mostly alone, but the Department of Science has been moving in, and everything is about to change.

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 Forget for the night, Uinsean / Dawn
Calleigh Jeffries
 Posted: Apr 21 2018, 04:01 PM

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Age // 20

Posts // 63

Merit // Low

Alias // Zyqoa

Occupation // Plumber's apprentice

Partner // Vitullo Morrison

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Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean

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If there was anything to say for certain about Calleigh Jeffries, it was this: she didn't play well with others. It hadn't been a problem when she was just a kid, but once life stopped going her way and started getting in her way instead, she had developed a troublesome tendency towards alienating people. She was antagonistic, aggressive, really anything you didn't want in a wife. So it was no wonder that Vitullo Morrison, the poor fellow who had been stuck with her, wasn't exactly cheering on a daily basis. Of course it didn't help that he was also temperamental, serving to create a rather hostile environment in the household. An environment that Calleigh would just occasionally get sick of, and she'd seek refuge anywhere she could. Sometimes it would be in a distant bedroom of the house, sometimes on the front stoop, sometimes she would even flee to another neighborhood entirely, it varied depending on how far away from her husband she wanted to get.

Tonight bordering her own home hadn't been enough, so instead she had crossed the street. In the lack of anywhere good to settle down she had simply propped herself on the narrow sidewalk bordering the street. She was leaned against a lamppost, one leg stretched out in front of her and the other yanked up so she could comfortably place her arm on her knee. A lit cigarette was resting between her fingers, and a six pack of beers tossed aside next to her, with the exception of the one opened specimen she was just now putting to her lips.

Everybody needed a break sometimes, and tonight this was Calleigh's: sitting on the street across from her own house, tired and frustrated, and closer to pouting than anybody would ever get her to admit. At least the weather was warm enough for her to be comfortable in her arguably somewhat weak escape attempt.

Uinsean Malone
Uinsean Malone
 Posted: May 16 2018, 08:16 PM

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Age // 18

Posts // 38

Merit // Neutral

Alias // Dawn

Occupation // Student

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My family is temperamental. Half temper. Half mental.

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    The Malone Household was what one would consider infamous. When you lived in a shitty neighborhood and had 18 people under one roof, it was hard not to be that neighbor. The one where all of the noise stemmed from, the one with the random shit lying around on the lawn. Emlyn did hers to make the house look half-way decent, but given that the majority of the people living under her roof really didn’t give a shit how it looked it was a lost battle from the get-go.

    It was crowded, and noisy, and messy. That was how they grew up. Uinsean didn’t have any fancy ideas, no posh attitude about any of the three but often he felt as if he was going to go insane spending too much time in there. It was years since he’d spend a full week living at home, though with him attempting to clean up his school records a little made it more necessary for him to stick around. He’d take a day or two on a siblings couch, crash at Lindsay’s from time to time too, but he had certainly been more around than he usually was. His usual escape was Seattle and it’s anonymity. He missed the days of not giving a shit.

    All for a greater purpose, He reminded himself as he took a deep drag of a cigarette. Blowing out the smoke through his nose, he breathed in the evening air, trying to shake off the clammy feeling of every single one of his siblings being just slightly too close to him. He wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was for tonight, but the least he could take was a break.

    That’s when he came across a blonde, looking like she was in the same great mood as he was. He cocked his head a little, assessing the situation. As a young man in his absolute prime, he couldn’t quite ignore the fact that she was a shapely lady, the shorts making his lips twitch a little in approval. A little skin had never hurt anyone.

    Yo,” He called, a couple of steps from her. He moved one arm to rest on the lamp-post, leaning a little against it to look down to her. “You’re the neighbor lady right?” He nodded in the vague direction of her house, recognizing her vaguely. He didn’t think they’d ever spoken.

    Got one to spare?” He asked, lightly nudging the six-pack with the toe of his shoe. Honestly, if he got a no he’d probably snatch one anyway, but he was trying with the nice first. “I’ll keep you company. Looks a lot less silly with two people on the sidewalk than one.

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