#Selene Spicer

[2young2die]

ooc: playlist

[gibbs88]

just imagined Selene “dying” and Night Hunter comes in like Valtiel to drag her off-screen for an atrophine rez like that one rare death screen in Silent Hill 3 lmao

[2young2die]

She just sits, polite and attentive, playing the part even though she doesn’t realize it. It’s just how she is; everyone deserves a basic level of respect. Even… uh… people like the Prime Assets. When he switches to German she just nods, still respectful. Is he making fun of her? Probably, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to it by now.

It’s a good thing she’s behind glass or a fence or this probably wouldn’t end well…

”Hi, I heard you’re a doctor… um… what’s medical school like in Germany? I was set to go to nursing school here in America before I messed up, haha…”

-Selene

((her ass has not read all of his files lmao))

You wanted to become a nurse? How albern. You must understand that medicine is much more demanding than most people realize. Die Berufung einer Frau besteht einfach darin, ein Kunstwerk zu sein und nicht in einem Bereich für Männer zu arbeiten. But don't feel bad, Fräulein, not everyone is cut out for it. Some are, Medical school in Germany? It's painful to say the least. You have to be strong, unwavering in your studies. Simply put, Wir alle haben unsere Rolle zu spielen, und vielleicht war Ihre Rolle nie eine andere, als Leuten wie mir zu helfen. Das verstehen Sie doch, oder? Echte Arbeit erfordert eine gewisse Note. Etwas, wofür man nicht geboren wurde. Eine Frau wie Sie sollte sich hinsetzen und vielleicht versuchen, ihre Schönheit erblühen zu lassen, anstatt zu zerbröckeln.

[2young2die]

The dark isn't inviting to most. Hunters and creepy crawlies belong there... The Morgue has a lot more damp, dark spaces than most Trials. Lilliana steps through an open door, just able to see the reagent in the dark, "You seem lost... Or looking for something..." The others were far from here. Her cracked lips bare her teeth in a smile.

First a Trial that reminded her of a nature reserve, now some kind of… hospital basement? No, a morgue. That’s what it was called. The one thing she dreaded about her prospects as a nurse. All of that thinking has her startling at the sound of the woman’s voice, caught off guard.

“Oh, um… Hi. Ma’m,” She replies, smiling sheepishly. “I think Easterman has it out for me… more than usual, y-you know… I keep waking up in these places…” Her nervous habit of rambling trails off into a soft laugh, gaze flitting around for any obvious exits.

[2young2die]

What's your favorite trial? Mine is feed the children.

”Favorite? Uh, I don’t really like any of them, but… I guess if I had to choose… anything with Gooseberry. She’s, um… easier to deal with than Coyle…”

[2young2die]

*points at Selene's hiding spot* THERE SHE IS OFFICER!! GET HER ASS

Her whole body jolts at the sound. Instant fear response. The flood of adrenaline doesn’t let her feel anger or even betrayal, just the urge to run. She’d never had much luck trying to talk her way out of an encounter with Coyle, and she certainly wasn’t ready to try again anytime soon…

After finding herself a dark room and a locker to hide in, she sniffles.

“Man, what an asshole…”

[2young2die]

What if we like kissed under the bootleg Jesus?

“Uh… I don’t even know you, dude… and that’s weird…”

[the-hunter-himself]

Hunter furrowed his brows. Strange, there was no trial set on his territory. But as a former reagent, he knew that on some occasion, Murkoff would put an unconscious Reagent in a Prime Asset's map to see how they would survive. And luckily, for now, he has no reason to kill.

"A poor innocent one. I know their game. I was..." Hunter shifted his posture. "Let's just say... i know what happened. And i have no reason to kill you, yet."

He pat the confused woman from any dust and dirt, making sure she's tidy enough. "There is a shortcut there, made by your kind before thinking it was an exit. " He pointed to the hole on the wall, well hidden from the bush

"This area of mine often mistaken as open nature, then i see their face as they realized, it was just another part of this facility. Still trapped like a mouse.."

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”

[gibbs88]

primary reagent oc

Selene Spicer. 21. Naïve and kind to a fault, her aspirations of becoming a nurse were cut short after a few too many recreationals at an anti-war protest. Hoping to kick her drug habit, she signed up for the "therapy" program offered by Murkoff.

The doctors have a running betting pool on when she'll snap. A visible nervousness seeps into her earnest demeanor at times, but despite everything, she's managed to keep her core personality intact; a trait that is of passing interest to Easterman... for better or worse.

*More headcanon under the cut.

Her "relationship" with Night Hunter is mostly out of survival. His cruelty and abuse is something she's come to be familiar with, but she doesn't hate him for it, considering all he's been through. Her personality seems to have a vaguely positive effect on him, which Easterman is intrigued by, and enjoys trying to break their tenuous bond.

Absolutely terrified of Coyle. She was already afraid of the police due to her past, but he ramps it up to the extreme. "Beatnik" is one of the most polite words the Officer calls her and it still makes her skin crawl.

While she is of course afraid of Gooseberry, she finds her a bit easier to deal with, if only because going along with her delusions will give her a chance to survive. Unlike Coyle.

Is particularly afraid of Pusher. He reminds her of her past with drugs but amped up to 11. Avoids at all cost. (I need to write about this...)

I haven't really thought about her reaction to Franco yet but I'll update this when I do!

[2young2die]

Leaving the Prime Asset’s domain was harder than she thought… not out of actual difficulty, but because she’d miss the nature. The moment of kindness. She was so tired of being in flight or fight mode all the time.

Still too soft. He would be angry with her. Easterman’s reaction was the last thing on her mind when she had the much more terrestrial threat of a certain stalker to worry about…

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”

[2young2die]

She flinches as the man pats her, dislodging a bit of dust. No bricks or bottles on her, just the sickly-sweet chemical reek of the Heal rig. Being touched in such a mundane manner, and harmlessly at that, was odd but not unpleasant.

“At least it wasn’t the Police Station again…”

She mutters, used to talking to herself more than other people. Not really an airhead, just…dulled. Looking back to the man, his words finally sink in.

“Oh, um… I’ll leave right away, if you want,” She replies, turning and peering around. “If I can find it. Uh. Thanks for not killing me. Yet. Y-you said yet, ha-ha…”

The woman was a bundle of nervous energy. It was any wonder she’d survived this long.

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”

[the-hunter-himself]

Hunter looked at the lady reagent exiting his trial, knowing well this would cause another argument with Easterman. He expected a test, but he gave her an easy way. He just hope Easterman would lash to him only, and not giving her punishment as he was not satisfied.

"Be safe.."

Fortune smiled on her indeed. She was spared.

Spared, continue to endure and live in the manmade hell of Murkoff. A better destiny, compared to the silent agony of the statues inside his museum. Suspiciously way too detailed and realistic for a sculpture...

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”