Watt Persona?

The air was hot, moist and sticky, much like any other regular Texas summer day. Sweat was trickling down Artemis’ face as she worked diligantly on a broken pocket watch, taking a lot of care into putting the minute gears in their rightful places. Wiping her face off, she let out a heavy sigh and stretched, before jumping out of her seat.

A shadow that was standing there for a while had just moved, and in the corner of Artemis’ eye she saw that it was a pale skinned boy with messy dark, possibly black hair. His eyes were a hazel green color, and he had a very calculating stare. It looked as though he was processing things in his mind as he studied Artemis.

Artemis, on the other hand, couldn’t think at all. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it as she couldn’t find the right words. The boy stared at her while she tried to speak.

“Wh-Who are you?! And what are you doing in my HOUSE??” She squeaked,now taking her turn to startle the intruder.

“Computer… Human Computer..” He replied in a monotone voice. “Sent from the government agency..” The boy pointed to a sticker-stamp that was stuck on his arm. Artemis cautiously took his arm and read the stamp, sighing. Sure enough, the government had sent him to her.

Artemis had expected something from the government, but it was more like something among the lines of jury duty or volunteer work, but not this.

“Right. Well, what am I supposed to do with you?” She asked, taking a step bacj to get a better look at him as she rubbed the back of her neck. The boy was fairly skinny, but not as thin as some people. His facial features were in between sharp and dull. He looked… what was the word? Charming, that was it. Either way, he just stood.

“Hm… Well, you should have a seat somewhere…” She said as she placed the broken pocketwatch and the small parts in her tin box. She walked over to the kitchen and made her way to the fridge.

“Crap…” Artemis muttered under her breath. Among the wall of paper and words that she had set up on the fridge door was a bright yellow sticky note that said “WORK ON ME!” and a giant arrow pointing down to another piece of paper that was held by a circular magnet that had a picture of the Statue of Liberty. The piece of paper was a History assignment about the Holocaust.

Artemis groaned and took the paper, getting some breaj and cheese. Plopping the items on the counter, she reads over the page as her new flatmate followed.

“I completely forgot about this…” Artemis muttered. She suddenly looked at the boy, who was currently looking over her shoulder.  “Anyways, do you have a name?”

He shook his head.

“A name…” Artemis said as she tapped her pencil against the counter lightly. The boy stared at her, blinking every once in a while. Artemis hufffed, making herself a sandwich.

“I can’t think of a good name.. I’ll call you Umi for now.” She said, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Is that okay?”

The boy blinked and thought it over, then shook his head.

“No? Alright, gimme another second…” She replied, deep in thought. “How about… Seita?”

The human computer quickly nodded, his face lighting up only slightly.

Artemis smiled. “Okay Seita! Um… what to do..?” Artemis is sighed, sitting down. A moment passed, and she took a glance at his arm. She motioned him to come closer. Seita slowly approached.

“Give me your arm,” She instructed, holding out her hand. Seita looked at his arm with the stamp and held it out for her. Artemis took his arm and began to peel off the stamp.

“The Holocaust started in 1933. The percentage of Jews in Germany was less than 1%. November 9th, 1938 was known as Kristallnacht, Night of Broken Glass.”

Artemis blinked, then suddenly realized that Seita was giving her information for her project. She began to scramble for a pencil.

“Wait Seita! Give me a second, I need a pencil!” She called out. Seita blinked at her and stopped, until she came back.

“Can you repeat that again?” She asked, getting her assignment. Seita nodded, and started over, and after some time, watched Artemis frantically write down the given information. Finally Artemis stretched and threw her pencil down.

“Well then, Seita. You are male, right?” She asked, leaning in on her seat as she glanced at him. The young humanoid stared back at her.

“Yes, I would be classified as a male.”

“Hm, alright. Do you like anything in your free time?”

“…Free time? I do not understand what you are asking.”

“Well, literally, free time is free, time. What do you like to do for fun?”

Artemis knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, most likely. But she wanted to test to test something out. “Do you like to garden, make websites and sell them, or..?”

“…Please wait a moment.” Seita said after standing still in front of her for some time. He made his way to her computer that was located in the stuffy living room. Artemis followed him there, turning on the AC. Seita plopped himself down on the chair and quickly turned on the computer. He opened up an empty webpage, set up a website builder and began to type at an incredible speed.

Artemis laid on a sofa chair, sideways, the whole time Seita was typing. Five minutes later, he appeared in front of the resting girl and poked her forehead, unblinking.

Artemis raised an eyebrow and opened her eye.

“Yes?”

“I have finished what you have asked me to do.” Seita reported, causing Artemis to sit upright.

“Huh?! You made a website??” She asked, rushing over to the computer to take a look.

“Yes, I have made the website you have asked me to make. I also sold it. Your currency is now 1,382 and one cent.”

Sure enough, Artemis found an open webpage with a colorful website with varying hues of green, red, yellow, orange, and pink. The title read “Cat Club” in very fancy calligraphy-type letters. In some of the tabs, there was cat icons, and everything else was blankn with only an adorable picture of a group of black kittens at the very top.

Artemis looked at another webpage that had her bank account opened up. She stared at it with her mouth wide open. He wasn’t joking.

Seita came up behind her. “A cat fanatic bought the website. I did just what you asked me to do.”

Artemis smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, sighing. “I didn’t mean to ask you to do this for me, Seita. Look, I..” She stopped and looked at him. “What’s your favorite drink?” She randomly questioned him.

“Favorite beverage? I do not know what you-”

“That’s it, I’m going to take you to the store! At least, you got us some extra money to spend..” Artemis said to herself as Seita looked at her with a hint of confusion.

After an hour or so, Artemis pushed the door open with her back, bottles with Seita following with his own. As Artemis set down the bottles, Seita watched.

“Why are we doing this again?” He asked a bit uncertainly.

Artemis opened a bottle of an apple flavored drink for him and handed it over.

“Um… Why are we doing this again?” He asked once more.

Artemis finally acknowledged him, glancing up. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Now, drink.”

Seita obliged, taking a sip from the apple beverage.

“Do you like it?”

“It is edible…”

“Hm, so it’s not the one you’d drink all the time… How about orange?”

Seita had been drinking all the drinks that Artemis had offered him, but each time was the same response, or something similar. Until they got to the kiwi strawberry drink.

“Whoa, Seita, what are you doing?!” Artemis exclaimed, half laughing as she watched the dark haired teen try to chug down the drink.

“This is more than edible!” He declared as he finished the rest of the drink.

Artemis laughed. “That might be your favorite drink then!”

Seita tried to savor the flavor, but he began to scratch his neck. “Can I have some more of the beverage?” He asked, scratching more random spots of skin.

Artemis frowned, seeing that. “Wait a minute…” She took his hands away from his neck and cheek. In both places, the skin was a bright pinkish-red. A rash.

“Oh gosh, I think you’re allergic to strawberry or kiwi…”

“But the drink is delicious!”

“Uh-huh. Drink this,” Artemis gave him the strawberry drink. He drank, and she watched for any signs of new rashes.

“Not the strawberry… Probably the kiwi..”

Seita tried to snatch the strawberry kiwi drink from Artemis, but she took a step back before he had the chance.

A few more taste-tests later, and Artemis gave Seita the last bottle they hadn’t tried: Peach water.

Setia took the drink and tasted it. He blinked, then drank some more, with Artemis watching him amusingly.

“Is it good?” She asked for the nth time.

“It’s.. peachy. I like the beverage.” He replied. “Possibly even more delicious than the strawberry kiwi…”

Artemis smiled. “That’s great. We now know what you like. Peach water.” She stood stretching.

“Now we just need to figure out how to get rid of all these drinks..” Artemis mused, before sprawling on the table and groaned, with Seita looking on as he sipped his peach water through a straw.

It was silent, with the exception of the slurping noises the straw made.

“Artemis, thank you for this drink.”

“Yeah, no problem kid. Just help me put all these in the fridge.”

Homesick

It was a cloudy, late afternoon in October. The weather had just turned cold, and people are now wearing overcoats and hats. As the people walked in the café, they let out a sigh of relief as they are greeted by artificial warmth, and the sweet scent of hot chocolate. Everything was designed to give the customers a warm welcome, and it did its job. Gentle colors that indicated autumn were equally placed all around the shop, and the atmosphere was just right. The cafe’s specials were pumpkin based, and the scent of pumpkin, cinnamon and apple, along with a few spices, can be smelled a few yards from the café.

It was a slow day at the café. Luna was sitting at the counter in front of the kitchen, wearing her working uniform: a white dress shirt with a green skirt and a black apron tied around her waist. Luna smiled and greeted some of the regulars, then continued to put her head down, looking out the window. She was feeling a bit down. Being on vacation is nice and all, but she missed her job, and she wanted to go back really badly. The café was located somewhere in the North, a couple of hours away from the base. She had only stayed there for at least three days, but she was miserable. She couldn’t imagine being away for another four days.

A few minutes had passed, customers came and left. Luna turned to the chef and sighed. “You want to go back, don’t you?” He replied as he stirred the pot, giving her a sympathetic look. Luna nodded and stood up, getting the orders on a tray and continued to work. She went into the kitchen and grabbed herself a cup of coffee, watching the chef cook as she waited.

Luna turned to see a light brown haired man in a military uniform, along with a woman in a wheelchair. They headed to where Luna was, the man having a smirk and the woman looking at her with kind eyes.

“Mother! Uncle! What are you doing here?” Luna asked, pleasantly surprised. She quickly saluted, then gave them a big smile.

“We’re here to see how your very first vacation is going.” Erich, the man with light brown hair said happily. Esmay watched her daughter closely.

Luna shook her head. “I want to go home. I miss my office, I miss my family. I miss seeing Kimchi and Uncle sleeping everywhere. I miss drinking tea, making more medicine for the mafia…. I miss everything!” She exclaimed. Erich laughed before Esmay nodded slowly.

“A week of vacation seems to make you homesick,” Esmay said thoughtfully. “If you really want, we can take you home now. It’s not the same without you either, Lieutenant General.” Erich replied as he placed a flower crown on Luna’s head. Luna laughed as Erich placed another one on his head. Esmay gave Luna a small smile.

“Indeed, let’s go home.”

Prompt Thing w/ no Title #1

Prompt: You’re sitting at a café, and when you get up to get a refill, you notice someone has dropped a note on your seat. What does the note say? Who left it?

Music used: N/A

Luna was at the café that was owned by Lex Legis. It was a peaceful place, perfect for relaxing, and for the ones who didn’t want to just lay about, there was easy work as a waiter or waitress. The café was underneath an appartment that was located upstairs, which was pretty cozy with the small space provided. The warm, friendly atmosphere of the café all together was great for the stress in people’s lives, and it brings everyone to a sense of home.

Luna was “ordered” to take a vacation by the Mother-General and Lieutenant General Erich (more from the latter, but both think its a good idea) and have a normal week, like a normal young lady should.

Though, Luna didn’t quite understand what they meant by that. She always thought that she had lived a perfectly normal life, taking care of the sick, wounded and weak soldiers of the mafia.

As she sat at her spot by the window, she realized that she had no more coffee. She sighed as she ran her hand through her hair and got up. After coming back with a nice fresh cup scented with vanilla and coffee, Luna frowned once she looked up from her cup. A piece of paper was lying on her chair. Luna cautiously approached it, before picking it up and read it.

We found you.

Luna’s face paled. Did Nihility found out about her week off?! No, that can’t be… There’s no trace of them anywhere, and even if there was, the soldiers would’ve already-

She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts quickly distracted by nearby snickering. Turning her head to the right, she crumpled up the paper in one hand with a hard face as a teenage boy began to make a run for it. Luna growled, ran up and caught up to the boy before he can escape, blocking the exit. Holding her closed fist, she lifted it up and landed a punch right on the center of his face, knocking him over.

“That should teach you not to mess with me.” Luna spat, not caring for the confused and shocked looks that were pointed in her direction. She popped her knuckles and stepped over the fallen man that was cringing in pain, going back to her spot near the window. She can feel the continuing stares, but that was the least of her troubles.

She wanted to get out of there, out of the “normal” life, and soon.

Character Sheet: Johnny

Appearance:
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/johnnydepp/johnny_depp1_300_400.jpg

Name:
Johnny. Just… Johnny

Age:
25

Personality:
A happy-go-lucky man with a sense of humor. He tries to stay positive all the time, wanting to use his acting skills to lift people’s spirits up. He genuinely cares about his comrades, and despite the many deaths he had witnessed, he always has a smile on his face. He is outgoing and very passionate when it comes to acting, but he knows when to tone it down (most of the time). He is friendly, and especially loves being with small children. Every once in a while, you would see him roam around, looking depressed and in need of sleep. During those times, he is, what he likes to call, “acting out his past”. What he’s really doing is reliving the traumatic moments in his head. He uses this technique to get back to his normal self again, and usually it will always work.

Brief Bio:
Johnny was the oldest of two children. His parents had moved to New York when his little sister had turned 3, after deciding to help Johnny with his acting dream at the age of 12. From there, Johnny had been performing and working hard to achieve his dream to be in Julliard and to become the greatest actor in his time. By the age of 20, he was already a well known actor. He had frequently visited his small family whenever he can, especially his younger sister Alicia, until one day, things had gone terribly wrong and Johnny was forced to get seperated from his family in the time of panic. To this day, Johnny is still looking for his family, strongly believing that they are still alive. What he worried most about, was his sister, who had pleaded him to search for them, before giving him her pocket watch, something that he takes care of dearly.

Job:
Actor and Sound Engineer

Weapons:
A Louisville Slugger Baseball Bat

Family:
Younger sister: Alicia
Mother: Janet
Father: Raylan

Others:
He likes to have fun, and he’s more or less like a kid, which is why he feels more comfortable with children more than adults. Unless those said adults were nice enough or caring enough would he become more comfortable.