#& . ziya wadia

[midniightspecial]

open   to   —   @bitchtakes   . ( ziya )

                      "i am not built for this." his voice takes on a low, whining quality as he paces his room, fingers flexing — restlessly clenching and unclenching his fists. "i'm no good at staying still."

[bitchtakes]

        𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ﹆ 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥

           𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀

: / / basic information

CHARACTER NAME. ziya alya wadia. NICKNAMES. greddy little monster. FACECLAIM. keita machida. MUTATION STATUS. gen ii mutant. BIRTHDAY. february eight. SEXUALITY. pansexual, panromantic. MORAL ALIGNMENT. chaotic evil. OCCUPATION. pediatrics nurse / trauma & icu specialist / soon to be superstar extraordinaire. WORK SECTOR. four / soon to be nine. AFFILIATION. her damn self <3. POSITIVE TRAITS. strategic, intelligent, resilient. NEGATIVE TRAITS. intolerant, overachieving, tunnel visioned.

: / / questionnaire

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT LIVING IN SOL CITY? HAVE THEY ALWAYS LIVED HERE OR DID THEY TRAVEL FROM ANOTHER SETTLEMENT?

doesn't  have  much  to  compare  /  complain  to.  born  and  raised  in  the  settlement,  it's  all  she's  known.  but  who's  got  time  to  dwell  on  what  is  and  isn't  great  about  it,  when  you're  on  track  to  become  the  sol  city's  number  one  performer  ? 

DO THEY TRUST THE COUNCIL'S LEADERSHIP? WHY OR WHY NOT?

council  or  no  council,  what's  left  of  the  world  will  continue  to  spin.  at  least  in  her  rationale.  government  was  corrupt  before  the  apocalypse  and  fact  of  the  matter  is,  it  always  will  be!  with her  parents  hailing  from  a  long  line  of  politicians  themselves,  one  thing  she'll  never  trust,  is any  member  of  any  body  of  government. 

IF THEY CHOSE THEIR SECTOR AND PROFESSION, WHY DID THEY MAKE THAT CHOICE? IF THEY DIDN'T, WHY NOT? WERE THEY HAPPY WITH THEIR ASSIGNMENT?

indeed  she  did!  while  failure  isn't  an  option,  a  fallback  is  always  essential  to  any  paved  life  path.  gifted  with  an  interest  in  the  medical  aspect,  nursing  was  an  easy  choice.  and  for  whatever  reason,  children  took  a  liking  to  her.  so  pediatrics,  it  was. 

WHAT'S ONE OBJECT THEY ALWAYS KEEP ON THEIR PERSON?

a  specially  hand  -  crafted  angel  wings  ring  that  never  leaves  her  right  hand.  encrusted  in  the  wings  are  what  remained  of  the  notorious  pink  star  diamond.  gifted  to  her  by  her  great  -   grandmother  who  had  once  lived  the  life  of  stardom,  that  ziya  is  yearning  for.    

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S ABILITIES?

chaos magic.

ARE THEY GEN I OR GEN II?

gen ii.

WHAT CAN YOUR CHARACTER DO? WHAT ARE THEIR STRENGTHS?

nuh uh <3 doc.

WHAT CAN'T THEY DO? WHAT ARE THEIR WEAKNESSES?

nuh uh <3 doc.

[midniightspecial]

“  you  are  a  woman  without  conscience  .  ”  he  shudders  ,  grossed  out  despite  his  own  less  than  sanitary  work  .  he  sees  enough  blood  in  his  own  line  of  work  ,  it's  the  details  ziya  so  kindly  offers  him  which  makes  kit  sick  to  his  stomach  .  “  my  work  is  very  noble  ,  actually  .  “  he  scoffs  ,  glaring  as  she  takes  the  cigarette  from  his  fingers  ,  eyes  rolling  as  he  reaches  to  light  up  another  .  his  eyes  narrow  ,  watching  ziya  for  a  long  moment  as  he  attempts  to  decide  whether  or  not  she  means  it  .  ”  i  honestly  wouldn't  put  it  past  you  .  “  he  teases  ,  head  tilting  .  ”  hmm  ,  maybe  .  what's  in  it  for  me  ?  "

                            “ but  nobody  else  squirms  the  way  you  do,  when  i  spill  all  the  nasty  details. ”  using  an  elbow  to  nudge  him  teasingly,  she  plucks  cigarette  from  between  his  fingers.  “ working,  ah ?  lame. ”  her  head  tips  back  to  let  out  a  puff  of  smoke  as  she  continues  her  ribbing.  “ that's  enough  of  that,  thanks.  and  you'd  be  correct  ━━ i  really  was  on  the  hunt  for  a  human  sacrifice.  supposedly,  if  i  do  enough  of  'em,  then  i  ascend  to  the  highest  of  all  witches. ”  she'll  let  kit  ponder  on  wether  or  not  she's  joking.  “ how's  business ?  got  anything  to  spare  for  your  favorite  person ? ”

[midniightspecial]

“  you're  such  a  weirdo  .  ”  he  snorts  ,  though  he  reaches  out  to  squeeze  her  shoulder  almost  fondly  before  offering  a  cigarette  in  her  direction  .  “  literally  anyone  else  ?  torment  anyone  else  and  tell  me  a  nice  story  instead  .  ”  he  scoffs  ,  head  shaking  as  he  barks  out  a  laugh  .  “  i'm  working  ,  i'm  sure  you're  up  to  no  good  ,  meanwhile  .  ” 

                            " only  when  making  human  sacrifices.  and  it  appears  you're  right  on  time  to  have  the  blood  drained from  your  body. "  emerging  from  her  perch,  she  slinks  over  to  join  his  company.  " joking,  kit  -  kat!  i'd  never  sacrifice  you!  who  else  will  i  torment  with  icu  horror  stories?  plus,  we  both  know  i  can  handle  my  own.  what're  you  doin'  out  here,  cunt? "

[midniightspecial]

                                he narrows his eyes at her in a glare, long fingers performing a dance in which they twirl around one another, flex and squeeze, anything to occupy his large and calloused hands. "your sarcasm isn't helpful," he grumbles, head shaking. "how do you even do that? we're buried under fucking ground, with nothing to do but sit and wait. how are you not freaking out or simply dying of boredom?"

                            “ nah ! you're for real ? hadn't noticed a bit, kit kat. someone oughta get'cha tucked n' squared away in district nine, with that talent. ” the complete opposite of her buddy, she's sprawled out across the bed and doodling away. “ deeply, you need to swallow the biggest chill pill. or take whatever it is that'll calm 'ya the fuck out. ”