((I was thinking that with the man in the white mask, so I figured "Hell, I'll go for it." This is a storyline I've had clattering around in the back of my mind for a while, but no time or place to use it. Decided I'd give it a try here. It may fail even. We shall see.))

(( Nnnooope. *wink wink wink wink wink wink wink* Oh, ow. *holds eye* No. No she did not.))

((I tried to resist the call. I haven't roleplayed in years, so I tried to just turn my head and run like hell, but dammit, the call is strong. I couldn't resist and here I am, so let's do this. FML)) [A large explosion of flames and poisonous gasses] A chemical plant. It just had to be a fucking chemical plant. My father could have been a doctor or lawyer, hell, even president. But no, he had to find a love for chemistry in school and grow up to be the biggest chemical conglomerate ever. Just my goddamn luck. [A teenaged looking girl running down a hallway, covering her nose and mouth with long sleeves] And why am I here? Because I'm a loser. I have no job, no friends, no life. I'm basically Paris Hilton without all the sex, drugs, alcohol or fame. Just your totally average, shy, gothic, quiet girl with social anxiety for days and a rich-ass family who doesn't get it. [The girl coughing and choking while she tries to open several locked doors] "If you won't go get a job on your own, I'll set you up with a place at the plant." My father would say. "You can start shadowing a few of the floor workers and they'll train you for entry level. But I know you're smart. I know if you really try, you'll be climbing your way up the corporate ladder in no time." I mean, who even talks like that? [The girl wheezing sickly as tears run down her face and sirens blare, red lights flashing all around] I hate it. I can't tell you how many panic attacks I've had here. Sure my family's got enough money to ensure that I've had countless therapists and psychiatrists all my life. And don't get me started on the pills. But they couldn't fix me. I'm still broken and always will be. [Another explosion, blasting the girl through a wall and subsequently coating her in flames] But you know what? I'm okay with that. [The girl screaming bloody murder and thrashing around wildly as the fire envelops her, bits of it turning green from the toxic gasses] Yea, I'm a mentally damaged, family disappointing loner who will never be anybody or anything in life. [Slamming into a guard rail, the screaming girl loses her balance and flips over it, plummeting into a vat of toxic chemicals below] But I like myself just the way I am. [The flames go out in a greenish snuff, replaced by toxic bubbling as the girl vanishes beneath the liquid] And I wouldn't change a thing.

I. . . Am. . . THERE!