Pepper Cirque

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  • Name: Pepper Cirque
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: SilentCinder
  • Nicknames: Peppy, PepPep, Pepperini, Subject Number: 150072613
  • Race: Human
  • Age: 17
  • Height: 5'9
  • Weight: 140
  • Complexion: Pale
  • Hair: 'Roan' with purple, green, and pink streaks throughout
  • Eyes: Pale green
  • Handedness: Right handed
  • Scars: One on the right temple, one down the spine, several on the left wrist, one on the left shoulder, several across the knuckles of both hands, several across both knees and calves
  • Relationship Status: Unknown

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  • Entry 1.0 July 29th 2097, 12:13 pm

    Entry: 1.0
    Day: 17
    Subject Name: "Pepper Cirque"
    Subject Number: 150072613
    Detention Facility: Ironview
    Cell Number: 9278
    Year: 2097
    

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    Log,
    
    My name is Pepper. I really don't want to be doing this but oh well. They told me that in order to be 'rereleased' as a 'functioning member of society' that I have to do this log thing. I really would rather be lounging about here in my cell until they execute me, but I suppose that death just really isn't my thing. I think they really just want to brainwash me into one of their silly little drones. Oh gee, aren't I just so excited to be going through my day like a little puppet or a dog. With all this "yes, sir." or "no, sir." I'm about to go a little bit insane with all of this. It's driving me crazy! Then again, isn't supposed 'insanity' why I'm in here in the first place? Or is because I refused to conform to their happy little society where nothing ever goes wrong? I don't know. I can't be bothered to remember anymore. I don't know how I'm going to be able to survive in here. This place is infested with ectoplasmic creatures. Honestly, they've got enough ectoplasmic traps to clean this place up, I've seen them in the shed when they took me past while I was in shackles. Ugh, I'm getting sick of this. Every time I look up, there's another little ecto floating around in here. Atleast this ones a new color, I was getting sick of looking at the green ones. Purple...huh. It looks rather pretty, actually. Hopefully this ones friendly. The last one that got in here tried to take a bite out of my ear. Damn, seems like the specialist got ahold of one of the overdue subjects. Subject. Makes us sound like we're laboratory rats. In honesty, only us humans are. I feel worse for the lycanthropes, night-stalkers, and ranthyn. They're the ones who will really suffer here. Even now I can hear the screams of the lycanthrope from down the hall. I sincerly hope it wasn't Missy. She had a sweet heart and wouldn't hurt anyone. It wasn't her fault she was born the way she was. It pains me to hear their suffering night and day. It makes one afraid to sleep in this hell hole. I wonder what detention facility they put me in....Maybe one of the other 'subjects' here can read the infernal language that these, I hate to use the term with them, 'people' have written it in. It looks like alien scribblings for god's sake! I don't know....I really hate it here.. Atleast I like the stylings of this place. People in the past, I watched their video logs. They thought that the future would be all sleek and chrome. Stark whites and blacks. They were wrong. It has more of a.....how did that one girl call it, oh yeah....'steampunk flair.' I dunno. Atleast they'll be feeding me soon. This is Pepper, signing off.
    
    
    
    ....Transmission Ended......