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Patricia Watson (Peacock) | Skullgirls | 9th Grade

[hachachacha]

[Video]

[Patricia sure hopes you're as excited about this video as she is Institute, you can tell from the fiendish grin and the smug look in the black portals that cover her eyes]

Howdy Folks! Who wants to see a magic trick?

[She pauses briefly to listen to your imaginary applause before brandishing a number two pencil between the thumb and forefinger of a gloved prosthetic hand.]

I'm gonna make this pencil disappear.

[She starts humming a poor rendition of circus music and slowly inserts the pencil into her nostril. As promised, the pencil seemingly disappears info her skull. Not stopping there, Patricia starts to stick another pencil info her nose and another...and another. Eventually she puts a pencil up one nostril and it comes out the other. Then out her ears and her mouth. All while singing that dumb circus song. Of course, this is all thoroughly unimpressive if you know she makes portals.]

Ta-dah!

[Action]

Between classes, Patricia can most often be found skulking around various corners of the campus supporting a rather serious smoking habit for a fifteen year old. She's been caught smoking twice already, but it's hard to keep things away from her. She figures she'll find the good hiding spots before she runs out of stern warnings and fair punishments. There's nothing this school can throw at her she hasn't been through a thousand times over.

Smoking is something Patty would always prefer to do alone, as it's just about the only time she'll take off one of the cartoonish white gloves that cover her robotic hands; the gloves lack the necessary grip to operate a lighter and her arms don't move fast enough to strike a match. Even without a glove, starting a lighter is a troublesome task usually accompanied by a enough "rasser-frassing"s and "sonnofa"s to catch the attention of anyone near by.

[wholovesyou]

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, sugar?" Moxxi comes along, looking to do the same thing. It's not a frequent habit she indulges in, though what can it hurt every now and again? She very clearly sees the cigarette in Patricia's hand, not to mention her failed attempts at lighting it. Though instead of punishing and reprimanding her, Moxxi just takes a seat next to the student and holds out her hand.

"Give it here. I'm much better with my hands."

She wasn't going to be winning any "faculty of the month" awards, that's for sure.

[hachachacha]

Patricia instinctively shut her mouth into a bitter sneer and turned her torso away from Moxxi. Even if she's been found out, she not about to let go of her possessions easily. If the opportunity presented itself, she'd tuck her belongings through a portal to hide them for safe keeping.

This teacher didn't sound mad, though. Then again, Patty didn't particularly care for her choices in subject matter, either. She couldn't help but feel like she was being mocked. She had been the subject of a brief media frenzy when police first found her. This wouldn't be the first time somebody thought they were being funny. Patty tried to spark a flame again and failed miserably. Fine. The girl turned back around to assess Moxxi.

"I ain't kissing nothing or nobody, Toots."

Begrudgingly, she handed over the cigarette with her far hand, her gloved hand. Worst case scenario, she was out a cigarette. Best case, she endured being the butt of a few jokes and finally got a lit cigarette.

[wholovesyou]

She wasn't there to judge. If Patty wanted to pick up bad habits so early on, then let her. Better that she learn now what she was getting herself into. And if the younger stuck with it? Hey, at least she had a new smoking buddy.

"Shame, and here I was getting my hopes up." Moxxi laughed, well aware that she was twice as old (and some change) as Patricia. She looked at the lighter, thinking about how kids these days were so... different than during her own childhood years. The fire gets going after her first attempt, making good on previous claims.

Moxxi lit her own cigarette first, before handing the lighter back to Patty. "There's a better spot out behind the main building. I'll show it you later."

[hachachacha]

Patricia was still wary of her new smoking buddy, but admittedly she was glad to have the help and the company. Or, at least, she was until Moxxi's comments made Patricia fume with embarrassment. She sputtered, her face flush with blood.

"That's not. I- You got me all wrong."

Patty fumbled for her cigarette and took a strong drag like it was an inhaler. Smoke poured out her nose and her tension eased.

"What kind of teacher are you anyway? Some kind of kissing instructor?"

[wholovesyou]

Now there's a career change Moxxi could get behind. "Honey, give yourself a few years and I could show you so much more than just kissing." She glanced at Patricia while taking a hit from her cigarette. What could she really say? Moxxi gave everyone an opportunity, and she didn't really discriminate.

"I told you, sugar, I'm good with my hands. Any weapons that need fixing, they get brought to me. A little bit of Moxxi's Good Touch, and they're good as new."

Could be any more suggestive?

"Or Bad Touch, if that's what they prefer."

... Yes.

[hachachacha]

Well'p Patty had been getting suspicious and now she's sure of it.

"You don't really work here and are actually some creepo who snuck on to the campus, aren't you?"

She's definitely not using this as an excuse to dismiss any compliments, super creepy or otherwise. Because that's definitely not a thing that happened. She's a legless, armless, toothless mutant and is totally unwanted in just about every way.

[wholovesyou]

This one had a funny way of showing gratitude. "Sugar, I literally just said that I work on weapons and any other gear that needs fixing. Ask the good professor or the rest of staff and they'll tell you." Granted, they may also tell her a number of other sordid stories, but Moxxie was okay with that. Actually, it may even do Patty some good to hear of some of her... exploits. Knowledge was power, right?

"Besides, not like they're turning away new faces these days."

[hachachacha]

"Alright. Alright. I believe you."

You're innocent until proven guilty, Moxxi. What it is that you're guilty of, Patty isn't sure, but it's probably something weird. What sordid path of discovery are you sending this poor innocent child down, Moxxi? Have you no shame?

Patricia took another pull from her cigarette and noticed, to her small suppose, she'd gone all this time without replacing her glove. She stowed the cigarette in her mouth and slipped the globe back into position with what little finesse she could muster. She took the cigarette back between her fake fingers and ashed. She guessed they really were taking anyone right now.

"You really know a better place to go smoke?"

video;

[painfeels]

[Oh man, she is so excited for this magic trick. Carol can't wait!

Oh... Oh wow. That's... Well, they are disappearing, so...! Though she still winces as Patty keeps sticking them up her nose.]

Doesn't that feel weird?

[hachachacha]

[Patricia has stuck one pencil through her ears, one through her eyes, one through her nose and has two hanging out her mouth like tusks.]

Das what fheel weeurd?

[painfeels]

[Snerk.]

All the pencils you have in your head!

Can you taste the ones in your mouth...?

[Ew.]

[hachachacha]

[She twists the eraser sticking out of her ear and it spins the point coming out her nose.]

Waddya mean theesh are totally-

[One of the pencils falls out of her mouth and clatters on the floor.]

MAH TOOOOOOTH!

[painfeels]

Is everything alright? Do you need some help?

[What just happened.]

[hachachacha]

[She's failed to entertain her audience, that's what's happened. You can see the disappointment on her face as she pulls out the other pencils.]

No, I'm fine. I don't need anything.

Action!

[cleansweeps]

Even though most teachers would tell Marie that her way of contributing to the school was to study and do well, she still found it necessary to do her part to keep it as clean as possible. This place was her home now, so she didn't see why she shouldn't help out. Besides, she liked cleaning. It kept her body busy and her mind occupied so she didn't have to think about...less than pleasant memories.

Although even the hardest of workers need to eat. So she took a break and headed down to the cafeteria, where she'd buy her lunch and eat outside. Finding a spot was always hard, but she could have sworn she heard Patrica's voice somewhere near by. Hoping to catch her friend, she made her way over there quietly, only to frown a bit.

"...Patrica."

Uh-oh. Busted.

Maaaaaariiiiiiiie ;_;

[hachachacha]

After what seemed like a small eternity of trying, Patricia had finally managed to finagle two lousy robotic arms and one lousy childproof lighter to light one lousy Lucky Strike. By now, it was pregnant already too late to make it in time for her to make it in time for the end of her next class. She's worked hard for this and the combined forces of Earth's Mightiest Heroes couldn't stop her from getting her nic-fix.

Nobody could stop her now. Nobody. Nobod- almost nobody.

"Ah! Uh. Hey Marie. Nice weather we're having, isn't it?"

Cigarette? I don't see any cigarette. No cigarettes here. Especially not any lit cigarettes. Even if there were, which there aren't, Patricia definitely wouldn't be dumb enough to hide a burning cigarette in a cotton glove. That would be foolish and is certainly not a thing that is happening at this very moment. Except that she absolutely is that dumb and that's exactly what's happening right now.

Patriccccaaaaaaaa ;w;

[cleansweeps]

...

She figured Patrica would try to pull a fast one on her, but this was just sad. A glove, especially one that is flammable, is a terrible place to hide a cig. Especially with the smoke coming out of the opening in the glove and proceeding to waft through the air. Not exactly something you want to inhale when your body's basically held together by your own necromancy. And stitches.

Marie turns away from the smoke and takes a step back, shaking her head at her friend. "Please put that out, Patrica. Otherwise your glove is going to burn."

Hold me D:

[hachachacha]

"Oh. Right."

Patricia crushed the cigarette against the back of her hand and snuffed it out as quickly as she could. The glove came from a dollar store, Patricia couldn't care less about it. She wasn't going to hurt herself burning her hand any time soon, either. Those things didn't matter, but she couldn't stand seeing Marie distressed; especially when it was her fault. There was something about the way Marie didn't get mad that put a bottomless pit right in the middle of Patricia's chest. She needed to change the subject before it killed her.

"You're looking good."

We can hold each other (>'-')>

[cleansweeps]

Of course she didn't get mad. Patrica was her best friend. Sure, she was disappointed that she continued to smoke, but ultimately it was only because she wanted her friend to be okay. Besides, lecturing her wouldn't do either of them any good. They both knew what she did, and so she put the incident behind her, instead offering her friend a smile.

"Thank you. I've been feeling much better today." a slight pause. And then, hopefully "Would you like to sit together?"

It was painfully obvious her tray had enough food to feed the both of them.

[voice]

[friendofdorothy]

Everyone welcome the X-Men's newest member...Booger? Sinus Headache?

[hachachacha]

Hey, Booger's not half bad! It's short and sweet like yours truly. But, I've already got a name picked out. It's Peacock and don't bother, I already made all of the dick jokes. So, there's none left for you.

[friendofdorothy]

What flaccid humor.

[hachachacha]

It's cold out, alright? The jokes get bigger, I promise.

[the_prodigal_son]

"...Do you need help?"

He'd approached because he smelled cigarette smoke, and with his terrible lack of finesse from being way, way younger than he looks, he's yet to figure out how to hide his own smokes. But now he feels like there's actually a chance he can exchange them for more than just begging. Which seems smart.

"I can light them if you give me one. Or five." Subtlety, thy name is Jack Ryan.