[ Arkady liked making friends. It wasn't something she got the chance to do very often anymore. There were a number of reasons for that little problem. The major one was the little problem of having accidentally punched a hole through time in Britain. Yeah. That one definitely put a pretty big kink in the making friends department. Then there was the little tiny fact that most people were just a bit afraid of Arkady. She couldn't quite remember why, but lately people got really upset when she came around.
Kirk had told her it was something about her telling people when they were going to die. Who would have guessed people got so unsettled by hearing their future?
It probably didn't help that Arkady didn't look quite right upon first glance. For starters she'd shaved her head a few years ago and she kept it that way. Karl had only recently gotten her to agree to wear underwear underneath her see-through skirt. Like all the Freakangels she had purple eyes and a bulky jacket with "Freakangels" written on the back. Her jacket had a small addition though: purple haired barbies tied around the hem by their hair. All in all she was something of an odd sight.
She really liked the idea of meeting friends though. Especially since she was just suddenly ripped away from her own. She smiled brightly at the person that sat down across from her. ]
Hello! I'm Arkady. I think I dreamed something like this once. Or maybe saw it. [ She pauses for a second to adjust the strap of her tanktop so that it's back on her shoulder.] I like chickens. What do you think about chickens? [ Very important topics. ]
03. Jobs!
[ The sudden realization had swept over her that nobody really let her do anything. When attacks happened she was often told to go hide somewhere even though she was perfectly capable. More capable than most of them. But they only saw the surface and they desperately wanted to protect that. It was the FreakAngel way. Even when one of them was broken they still tried to protect them.
It had always been a bit frustrating but it at least allowed her to do other things. Mainly practice with her powers. Somehow that didn't really seem that helpful now as she looked at the EmployMe terminal with confusion. What skills was she even supposed to list here? She'd never had a job or even anything like a job. And her skills...well they weren't exactly run of the mill job skills. She scrunched her face and sighed looking around at anyone that might be near by. ]
Arkady || FreakAngels || OTA
[ Arkady liked making friends. It wasn't something she got the chance to do very often anymore. There were a number of reasons for that little problem. The major one was the little problem of having accidentally punched a hole through time in Britain. Yeah. That one definitely put a pretty big kink in the making friends department. Then there was the little tiny fact that most people were just a bit afraid of Arkady. She couldn't quite remember why, but lately people got really upset when she came around.
Kirk had told her it was something about her telling people when they were going to die. Who would have guessed people got so unsettled by hearing their future?
It probably didn't help that Arkady didn't look quite right upon first glance. For starters she'd shaved her head a few years ago and she kept it that way. Karl had only recently gotten her to agree to wear underwear underneath her see-through skirt. Like all the Freakangels she had purple eyes and a bulky jacket with "Freakangels" written on the back. Her jacket had a small addition though: purple haired barbies tied around the hem by their hair. All in all she was something of an odd sight.
She really liked the idea of meeting friends though. Especially since she was just suddenly ripped away from her own. She smiled brightly at the person that sat down across from her. ]
Hello! I'm Arkady. I think I dreamed something like this once. Or maybe saw it. [ She pauses for a second to adjust the strap of her tanktop so that it's back on her shoulder.] I like chickens. What do you think about chickens? [ Very important topics. ]
03. Jobs!
[ The sudden realization had swept over her that nobody really let her do anything. When attacks happened she was often told to go hide somewhere even though she was perfectly capable. More capable than most of them. But they only saw the surface and they desperately wanted to protect that. It was the FreakAngel way. Even when one of them was broken they still tried to protect them.
It had always been a bit frustrating but it at least allowed her to do other things. Mainly practice with her powers. Somehow that didn't really seem that helpful now as she looked at the EmployMe terminal with confusion. What skills was she even supposed to list here? She'd never had a job or even anything like a job. And her skills...well they weren't exactly run of the mill job skills. She scrunched her face and sighed looking around at anyone that might be near by. ]
I can teleport! Would that count do you think?