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Incision has a minion!

Triclops the Blushing Monster

Incision
Legacy Name: Incision

The

Common Experiment #188
Owner:

Emotional

Age: 11 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 7th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 7th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 89
Strength: 222
Defense: 244
Speed: 217
Health: 222
HP: 215/222
Intelligence: 584
Books Read: 580
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Private Shopper

In progress

The bathroom was covered in old grime without any hope of ever being cleaned. It got its dust inside of her nose and irritated her every time she was forced to wander inside with the smell of urine and dried blood mixing into the damp air here, but she didn't ever have the time to think about fixing it. She tottered her way to the lone sink, make up bag clutched tightly between her chubby fingers, before she was forced to look at the monster staring back at her. Hideous, absolutely hideous but after so long hideous just became the normal she longed to be. It wasn't the time to be herself though and as she zipped open her make up bag her own set of supplies stared back at her. First the little pair of scissors. She clutched them in her hand and looked longingly at the winged tips on either side of her eye before she slid the blade of the tool across the middle of each tip and watched a second and then a third eye plop open. Whereas she'd become so familiar to the mutated blue of her 'normal' eye, these other two had sickly green irises that reminded her of drops of mucus. Klaudia sighed, setting down her scissors and picking up a needle to replace it. She looped the needle with a thick black thread before leaning into the mirror and starting to sew shut her blue eye.

"Are you going to hurry up, Kleo? We haven't got all day!" Came a shout from outside of the bathroom. Her fingers slipped to the noise and she pricked her eyeball, hissing at the pain she continued on her journey to hide the eyeball away.Then came the make up. She took out the stubby eye liner pencil first, not bothering to sharpen it, before slopping it on both of the new eyes and giving them winged tips of their own. Then came the fake eye lashes to fill out the ones she'd almost cut all off after months of sewing and snipping away threads. She used concealer in between her eyes to make sure her 'normal' eye didn't stick out too much and then she could go back and see Blythe."I'm done." Klaudia claimed, turning sideways to fit through the door to the bathroom as she walked out into the front room of the hospital. She stuck her arms out as if she wanted some sort of praise but all she got was a 'took you long enough' from Jaspyre who leaned up against a wall on the other side of the room."Kleo I need you to get a move on the research for the new saline drip. I'm not liking the caffeine method. It's too slow and I don't want something that is going to have the patient antsy in their hospital bed." Blythe rattled off as he adjusted his scrubs."Yeah, yeah." She mumbled as she slid behind the desk.---She messed with the wrong person, wrong man really. At a younger age Klaudia had met a woman who effectively killed off her abusive boyfriend and showed her what the wild side of life was. Sex, drugs, and ~~roll & roll~~ murder. It was a glamorous life, the one place she found herself feeling absolutely loved and adored in years. After the relationship he'd been in she wasn't used to this attention and she wasn't trusting of any many that came her way, but she loved using them for her own devices. She was vain, she was arrogant. Kleo grew into a monster that couldn't be stopped. The woman she had met, Alecia, died years before Klaudia had put up her gloves and 'settled down' not that she had chosen to herself it was really just that she messed with the wrong sort of soul.---He was a charming man, strolled like a predator throughout the room, a force to be reckoned with, and Kleo wanted him. It was a night where there had been too much to drink, the knife stuffed in her garter belt was wedged in just a little bit too hard, she wasn't thinking quite right.