↱ CHANEL ↲ STORAGE

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify"][size=10pt]— Grace is a specialized android created by Cyberlife, brand CS500 created specifically as an entertainment device. Being the only one specifically made, beauty natural and voice smooth as honey, Grace quite quickly was able to accommodate a fanbase and uprise in fame. Soon, four out of ten of her songs were going on the Top 100s list, bringing some people back to a time before they even existed. Her music wasn’t bullshit or a distraction but aspiring, real, spoke to many people and even became an anthem to her own.

— She is owned, and managed by Derek Richardson: an rather indolent man raised from the money of his parents, hidinng between faux ambitions, social media posts, and money he owned. His father, Sal, was the founder of one of the greatest labelers of androids in this day and age and with his desire for his son to work with him, he decided to put CA500 under his care. The fathom of androids wasn’t anything new to Derwk, whom was raised by them when Sal was away, but he was never given the responsibility of them. Quite often, Sal was left to book the shows and recording lessons, Grace meeting him by bus. Only when she gained attention did Derek begin to care, an opportunist only caring for her clout, but Grace didn’t see it that way.

— Grace’s potential deviancy began in its early stages, her unlikely feeling of connection to Sal Richardson’s song being influenced in her music and it’s passions. She didn’t understand it at the time, but as Derek gave her more attention she begins to realize it more. Not only was it unlikey as Derek was engaged (to a woman no better than he; her mind rather set on his money and looks rather than what Grace thought she saw him, a man who was misunderstood and with a soul; who loved his dad’s records of a man named Michael Jackson and Bowie) but she was also an android, in the end only bank and a way for him to class climb.

— Although Derek never had a close relationship with his father, Grace found a close relationship in Sal that he never gotten with his son. After hours in studios together, Sal began to see Grace as a person rather than wires and plastic. He also knew; her infatuation with his son, and he never quite agreed with it. Not because he didn’t exactly approve, but because he knew that Derek saw her as nothing more than a money-making machine to provide for his miserable elite life

— And even though she’s made for fame, the spotlight, she isn’t too full of herself as the other androids meant to entertain; she’s humble, and her “faux” emotions connect to humans and her own alike. In fact, her music is some sort of “soul music” played within jericho on this old stero that she doesn’t know about. Even though she yearns for a life beyond constant traveling, where she can settle and be at peace with herself, she does love her fans. Every single one of them.

— You know how Americans are fascinated with the British? Well, she has an accent and that was purposefully done btw. She can also do Australian, American, and Scottish.

— Another reason she’s so popular because she’s as equally controversal. The things she says shakes rattles those who come up with conspiracies that androids or out to get us or whatever and that she’s more self-aware than people realize and they use interviews and such and her music to self-depict it and tell people to open their eyes!!! And she’s evil!!! And, leader of the deviants!!! But none of that is true she’s very much deviant, just a deviant who is trying to understand exactly what it’s like to feel what she sings.

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify"][size=10pt] She wonders if they notice.

Yes, the air is muggy, but there’s a small whisp of wind here. So small, it barely grazes the blade of grass. And you can catch it... b r e a t h e. She doesn’t do so, not the same as humans. She doesn’t need carbon dioxide, rely on the rise and fall of her chest to be alive, or rather live because they say she’s not alive, but either way there’s something so illusionist about the simple act— as if she’s getting an intake into the organs that keeps him going, breathing alive—

[i]b r e a t h e.

There’s something notably different outside the walls of detroit, as you range farther outside of a stuffy city where everything seems too claustrophobic, so small, stars blanketed under a cloud of pollution and instead, replaced with what Sal calls the outskirts; the next house over is not within five steps exactly, and she’s barely seen LEDs that aren’t her own because people seek independence here (which is probably why looks of distaste are thrown her way as she scouts a community smaller than the downtown of Detroit) and it gets her thinking, an ubmnfamiliar feeling inflating her like a balloon. Humans call this despair; but she only sees the color blue. Like an Ocean, stretching farther than eye’s reach.

“You’re not alive.” They, say. But they can [i]b r e a t h e and so can she and isn’t that what being alive meant? If she can wriggle her toes in the grass, enjoy a blanket of stars, and be enraveled in [i]him?. Surely it couldn’t be wires and organs that distinguished you from being a people? From being a person? And yet, she isn’t sure, because she doesn’t understand, because she wasn’t meant to.

And she’s too far off, too far off...

“You seem somewhere else.” Sal joins her, sitting on an old wooden rocking chair because Derek can’t come, too raveled in someone that isn’t her, but his company does just as good. His smile is slightly crooked because even the most money doesn’t convince him to get it fixed, and wrinkles coarse his face and he reaches for her wrist— his hands tough— and there’s a history that eroded them like a canyon.

”It’s pretty here.” She wants to sound indifferent; she fears to talk about things she doesn’t understand, but either way Sal seems to know. He always knows. He sighs, leaning back. “I came here a lot when I was only a boy. My grandfather and mother grew up here, there’s history. Every time I sit here, lookin’ at the stars, I almost forget how crazy the world is now— that chaos still ensues on the outside. I’m glad to forget. I get sad trying to remember.”

”It’ll get better someday.” And she believes that wholeheartedly because people aren’t inherently bad, just fearful of what they don’t know. Sal looks at her, his lips qurking into a small grin. He reaches up to scratch his the stubble on his chin, gray and eroding just like his hands— and yet he’s [i]b r e a t h i ng. Alive.

“I wish I could be as optimistic, but with assholes like that man at the market I’ve come to doubt it.” There it was. She’s been thinking about it all day, but to hear it and hear he [i]knows makes it hurt, as if digging fingers into an already open wound. She lowers her head. She can’t look at him, at least nothing at first “You know he was wrong.”

He leans closer, and she smells freshly brewed coffee on his lips because he’s an avid coffee drinker, that’s probably why he’s awake now when the rest of this town sleeps. She glances at him, risks it. And she’s afraid and it’s in shades of dark purple. “People are miserable. And I know you like it here, I can tell, but they’re miserable here too. It makes no sense, being discrimatory to your own goddamn creation..”

”I’m nothing but wires. I don’t breathe. I don’t feel.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen more in your eyes than I’d seen anyone else’s in twenty-one years. There’s despair. And who’s to say wires matter when you sit on this fucking porch, you think of someone you know you know you can’t have, and you’re [i]alive. Pain is living these days. That’s what it [i]is”

[marsy]

Am Here yes & i cry

[vix]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify"][size=12pt] — flesh out grace more. 
— reply to bee
— reply to paddy
— reply to fue
— make thread w/ cae
— reply to threads with ellie
— make tags for scooter
— plot more @ sully

[Devilad]

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Am Here yes & i cry

<3 <3 <3

[fuentes]

hey bitch i'm here

[pari.]

why am i sO late a aaaaah
but i am HERE!!

[parks.]

hey bitch i'm here

[vix]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify"][size=11pt]Welp, this is going to my storage, where I will keep my character related stuff + my thoughts. You are allowed to track, but please avoid spam thank you.

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「 GRACE / [member=534]VIX[/member] 」

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