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  <title>Genetically Modified</title>
  <subtitle>Necromancer</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Chloe Saunders</name>
  </author>
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  <updated>2012-01-01T10:57:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:4236</id>
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    <title>[Audio] Backdated to when the darkness ebbs</title>
    <published>2012-01-01T10:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-01T10:57:42Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The cold--the darkness--all faded away and Chloe gasped when wide eyes took in the third floor of Marigold's Tower. She was in the place where her candle first sputtered out, and she was fumbling for her journal seconds after she processed that fact.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Derek? &lt;i&gt;Derek!&lt;/i&gt; I--I'm &lt;i&gt;back!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm back.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:3851</id>
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    <title>[video]</title>
    <published>2011-12-06T21:56:40Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-06T21:57:36Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe"/>
    <content type="html">S-so this is normal, right? I mean--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Panning down from Chloe's slightly panicked face, she focuses the video on her hands and arms, which are swiftly being overtaken by black inky tattoos. She tries to take a closer look--to discern if there are words being written across her skin, but she can't make heads or tails out of it.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This--this has happened before?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:3834</id>
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    <title>Pumpkins [Commentlog]</title>
    <published>2011-10-22T13:57:46Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-22T13:57:46Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The pumpkin with Chloe's Aunt Lauren on it was a real &lt;i&gt;nasty&lt;/i&gt; piece of work, and Chloe was literally trembling as she tried to  get it off it's post--smash it--&lt;i&gt;make it stop.&lt;/i&gt; Her rapid movements made the job slippery, however, and the pumpkin juices and rot weren't helping.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Your lack of self-confidence makes you&lt;/i&gt; think &lt;i&gt;you care for Derek, dear. You feel special. I understand that it's new and feels nice, but you're&lt;/i&gt; so pretty.  &lt;i&gt;You could do&lt;/i&gt; so much better.'&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Growling, Chloe put her back into it. This pumpkin was going &lt;i&gt;down.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told you my confidence is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Really. That boy. He'll hurt you again, you know. He won't be able to control it. It's what his kind&lt;/i&gt; does. &lt;i&gt;You think a few bruises were upsetting? It's nothing compared to what he's capable of.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Another growl--this time with added frustration. Why was this pumpkin so &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;heavy.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; of what he's capable of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Another growl--and the pumpkin lifted about an inch on its post. Success! Now... a whole lot farther to go. That scant inch seemed to enrage the Aunt Lauren pumpkin however, and Chloe is struggling with everything she has not to simply smash it to pieces right where it was. She suddenly wished she brought that hatchet. Drowning out her fake Aunt Lauren's words, Chloe did her best to simply not pay any attention. Her face flamed with embarrassment, however. She hoped not too many people would walk by.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;'You were a disgrace to your mother! You were everything she didn't want! Everything our brother was! Do you not see the horrible and dark aura you brought to this family? And now you bring further taint by dating that...&lt;/i&gt; thing. &lt;i&gt;He should have died with all the others! He needs to be put down, Chloe! He needs to be put down like the rabid dog he is! He had no place in that experiment! His kind are not needed! You need to go back to Lyle House, Chloe. Go back and finally do this family some good. You're too dangerous to have around. You'll be safe there. The world will be safe, with you kept away. Don't you want to be rehabilitated? You can be normal, and pretty, and date a&lt;/i&gt; nice &lt;i&gt;boy. Then you can live with me. Your father doesn't deserve you. Live with me, Chloe, or I'll deal with you the same way I dealt with all the others. One prick, and you won't feel a thing.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm n-not listening... I--I'm not l-listening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[And here's where Chloe struggles even harder, her entire body trembling as she tries to keep any emotion from showing on her face.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:3475</id>
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    <title>[Audio]</title>
    <published>2011-10-14T01:32:22Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-14T01:32:22Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <content type="html">A-anyone w-want to hang out or do something tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chloe&lt;/i&gt; really &lt;i&gt;doesn't want to be alone. And she&lt;/i&gt; really &lt;i&gt;doesn't want to beg.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:3217</id>
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    <title>[Video]</title>
    <published>2011-09-22T06:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-22T06:10:27Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <category term="awakening"/>
    <category term="memory loss"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Chloe awoke to blood &lt;i&gt;caked&lt;/i&gt; to her form--&lt;i&gt;and panicked.&lt;/i&gt; She screamed, then proceeded to take a freezing shower as she scrubbed her body raw until all traces of blood came off. Shaking, preturbed, &lt;i&gt;scared&lt;/i&gt;, Chloe thumbs through her journal before flipping it open. Even now, she uses video.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wh-wh-whu--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt; is g-going on h-here? Wh-where a-am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[There's a pause, as if she wants to call out for someone, but she doesn't know who.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pu-pu-please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Her face is pale as can be, eyes wide and frantic. She picks up her journal, and suddenly the image is shaky. She's trembling as she leaves her room and peeks out into the hallway, looking one way, then the other. Finally she eases out into the hall--exploring.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wh-&lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; am I a-and &lt;i&gt;wh-wh-what&lt;/i&gt; am I doing here?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:2982</id>
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    <title>[Audio] - Sealed to Shepard, Kevas, and Talia</title>
    <published>2011-09-15T00:38:03Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-15T00:38:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[A deep, stuttered inhale of breath can be heard first and foremost. Someone gathering their nerves and posting something she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; does not want to face, but can understand.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Shepard--Kevas--Talia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A pause.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th-this is Chloe. I'm sending this for Derek. He--he asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Another painful pause.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek is a werewolf. He is not a harm to anyone or anything, though. When he changes, he is still aware of friends and loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Another pause, smaller this time.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're springing this on you guys. Derek says he doesn't care if you hate him for not telling you--or for being what he is--which is dumb because I assure you this changes nothing. He's still &lt;i&gt;him.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;small&gt;[She clears her throat, realizing she was getting emotional. A deep breath.]&lt;/small&gt; He's sick. H-he's worried he might get infected. Derek won't be able to live with himself if he harms anyone. H-he worries about everyone else's safety over his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-he just wants to w-warn you that i-if he goes violent... h-he will probably turn into a wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[There's another pause, as if more should be added, but Chloe can't bring herself to do it. The audio clicks off.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:2338</id>
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    <title>004 [Audio]</title>
    <published>2011-08-31T21:57:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-01T19:32:42Z</updated>
    <category term="holloways keep"/>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <category term="rp"/>
    <content type="html">D-Derek? Alex? S-Sollux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh-Shepard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is... is something wrong? Something... d-doesn't quite f-feel right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[There's a pause. If you pay close attention, light, panicked breathing can be heard.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Then, there's a longer, heavier pause here.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;T-&lt;i&gt;Talia?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[No, she has no idea Talia's back, and awake, and projecting, but she's felt a similar feeling to this before.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:2127</id>
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    <title>chloe 003 - forest and miscreant behavior</title>
    <published>2011-08-17T05:45:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-17T05:45:39Z</updated>
    <category term="holloways keep"/>
    <category term="tunnels"/>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <category term="forest"/>
    <content type="html">I heard a group of you went into the forest and discovered something there. Something I may be able to help with. Please contact me here, or arrange for a meeting place so we can talk. I would like to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jack? Alex? I heard you went into the tunnels too. Did you both make it out in one piece? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Did you find anything?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:1927</id>
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    <title>[Audio] 002</title>
    <published>2011-08-14T05:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-14T05:25:40Z</updated>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <content type="html">Sollux? Did you get out of the tunnels safely? We didn't mean to lose you. It was like one minute you were there, and the next--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please&lt;/i&gt; tell me you got out safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen or...or h-heard from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Yep, Chloe's worried and feeling partially responsible. Also, she was panicking too much to spend the time searching through previous entries like Derek had done. She's hoping he'll answer her quickly.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ghostly_stutter:1065</id>
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    <title>Chloe Saunders (and Derek) 001 - AUDIO</title>
    <published>2011-07-05T04:51:25Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-20T23:55:18Z</updated>
    <category term="holloways keep"/>
    <category term="chloe saunders"/>
    <category term="rp"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Shuffling noises can be heard, followed by a soft sigh of accomplishment.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. &lt;i&gt;[A feminine voice--relatively young. Older teen?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Suddenly a deeper voice resounds in the background. Definitely male. Faint grumbling can be heard--nothing quite distinguishable.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Journal, &lt;i&gt;[The feminine voice picks up again.]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down below. &lt;i&gt;[There is no regret in her tone, simply fact. Warning, perhaps? To those who run the place, or those who remain in case she suddenly disappears or some such thing, Chloe hasn't quite decided.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not so humble servant, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Suddenly the deep, gruff voice can be heard in the background. Is there amusement in his tone?]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;small&gt;Is this the ominous scene setting part of the movie, Chloe?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[If you didn't pick up on the humor in his tone, you can definitely hear it in hers.]&lt;/i&gt; Maybe. We haven't found anything, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[More scuffling and shuffling about can be heard, along with wiping sounds--most likely wiping away dust.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The audio clicks off.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>How's My Driving~?</title>
    <published>2011-06-27T01:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-21T06:05:23Z</updated>
    <category term="hmd"/>
    <category term="rp"/>
    <category term="critique"/>
    <content type="html">Hey all. I am role playing Chloe Saunders for the first time, so please use constructive criticism and tell me how I am doing. Give pointers, or examples of where you think I am straying from her character, along with input on where you think I am doing &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt; with her characterization. I like balance, so please keep that in mind when you post here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments will be screened and anon etc.</content>
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