Post by Nicola Matthews on Apr 7, 2010 20:47:06 GMT -5
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- NAME: Grace Maki Inoue
- ALIAS: Cookie
- BIRTH DATE: January 7th, 1985
- AGE IN 2006: 20
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- Height: 5'5
- Weight: 108 lbs.
- Hair Color: Black
- Other Details: Lightweight and of average height, Grace is a tiny girl. Her small frame makes for a rough time in prison, the last place on earth she wants to be. The Asian girl has pale skin and black hair, with brown eyes, remaining true to her Asian heritage. Her skin is smooth and her face is small just like her body.
- PLAY BY: Angel Hong
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- OUTWARD PERSONA: Inoue appears to be a loner. Antisocial and unapproachable, she very rarely is seen accompanied by others. And even then, she rarely talks unless they are actually considered friends. She often appears week and timid and is most people would think she was sweet if they ever met her. If you take one look at the girl, you think sadness. There is a permanent frown on her face. The occasional times you see her smile are some of the best moments of your life.
- DEEPER DETAILS: She's a shy and lone-wolf individual in the prison. Outside of prison, she was a bubbly girl with many friends. She received her nickname of Cookie upon entering prison for being sweet. A friend she met in prison donned the name upon her and it stuck. Upon finding her sister was being abused, she was filled with a fiery rage, one she never knew she possessed. She lost control but felt she knew what she was doing and agreed to doing it. She feels a need to get out to see her sister, who pays her visits. Her mother has yet to speak about her.
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- CAREER: Nursing
- LOCATION: Fox River
- CRIME: First Degree Murder; one count. Kidnapping; one count.
- SENTENCE: Life.
- TOOLS OF THE TRADE: Anything she can get her hands on. When she killed Toro, she used a butcher knife she found in her kitchen. She prefers not to be violent in prison, out of fear of what will happen.
- AFFILIATION: None, as of now.
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- BIRTHPLACE: Memphis, Tennessee
- FAMILY: Misaki Yuuka Inoue, 45; Danny "Toro" Angelo Sanchez, 47; Keiko Tamako Inoue, 19; Diego "Uncle Diablo" Carlos Rodriguez, 45
- FRIENDS: She doesn't have many friends in prison but one in particular stands out, a girl she met when she first arrived.
- SCHOOLING: Was working on her Bachelor's in nursing.
- HISTORY: Born to a single mother, Grace grew up rough. Her mother worked two jobs and also had to feed her drug addiction. When Grace was one, her sister was born. Great, huh? Already can't afford just the two of them and now she brought another baby into this world. As hunger seized them all, and nourishment failed to show itself, the girls grew up quietly and alone, having to wear hand-me-downs and attire from the local Salvation Army. The occasional druggie would stop by and bitch at her mother, but Grace's childhood was silent and passed quickly.
Her mother married a latino man who everyone called Toro when she was in her teens. He was a fighter at heart and fellow drug peddler. He spent most nights at the bar, fighting alongside his buddies. Grace always felt that the only reason her mom and him were together was because of the addiction and how he had the drugs for her mother. It didn't take long to find out that Toro cheated on her mother and her mother didn't really care as long as her addiction was fed.
As soon as she turned eighteen, Grace moved out. She had been employed for a while at that point at a local Subway and was ready to get away from the hectic family life she had. Not once did she think about how this would effect her sister. Until she returned home one weekend, a couple years after she'd moved out. Toro had mercilessly beaten her sister and her sister tried to cover it up, afraid for Grace's safety.
Suddenly, regret washed over Grace. Shame, anguish, and most of all... rage. She found a butcher knife in the drawer in the kitchen. Checked the time... mom wouldn't be home anytime soon. It was nine p.m., she was working. And Toro was taking a nap before he head out to the bar. With the knife in hand, Grace walked to the room, crying and angry. She said nothing; just stabbed and stabbed him until he made no sound and until her hand cramped up.
Grabbing her sister and running out the door, they tried to find shelter. But it wasn't long until they were caught and her mother told the police she was a murderer and kidnapper. The police took her into custody and released her sister to her mother. Uncle Diablo is waiting to get his hands on her now that he's in the prison, too. He was real good friends with Toro and hates her for what she's done.
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The night had proven to be her enemy so far. No sleep would come to her for some reason unknown to her. Well, maybe it was some chocolate or sugary treats she had earlier that day but hey, that was early! The day's events, all together, really hadn't been much. It'd been like that lately. You know, besides the mutants and everything. And she thanked God for that normalcy every now and then. It was hectic living this life but these little breaks made it more worth it. Not everything was as it seemed here. Not everyone was evil, not everyone was killers, nor were they always fighting.
A low grumble signified the obvious pit of hunger in her stomach. She really didn't need to get up though. She'd read it once before that if you have any stimulation before laying down, it'd be harder to fall asleep. It was just so hard, though. Her stomach continued rumbling between the minutes and she sat there, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the pains coming from her abdomen. But an all-too-loud roar erupted and she knew that she was not going to sleep a wink without having food first. Sliding her feet out from under the comforter, she stood up and steadied herself.
The small Japanese girl was wearing a white gown. Her favorite white gown, at that. It was her Nana's before she died. When she passed on, they handed it down to her and she has been wearing it since. Come to think of it, Nana lived quite a long life. Naomi was thankful for that. It was hard to cope with family leading such short lives. And she didn't think she would get over her parents but somehow, someway, she did. Maybe it was the anger... or the passion... or maybe she just got over it? She didn't know but assumed her driving force to be anger. The humans caused this, after all. They sought to "destroy" what they called a virus, the mutants, and in turn created something worse and generated so much hatred and racism.
Naomi walked out of her room, tiptoeing down the stairs, and entering the first level of the manor. This place was so big and foreign to her. Plus, it was a bit dark. All these dark people under one dark roof... Don't get yourself started. They are the good guys. The humans are bad. She told herself. Sometimes it was so hard to see the Brotherhood as the good guys but they believed what she believed. Their common interest was what was right -- humans are horrible and shouldn't try to stop mutants. Naomi was a firm believer of the fact that mutants were better in every way and deserve to test their 'limits.'
As she walked into the kitchen, she dug into the cabinets and started humming a poppy song. The humming rhythm gradually became quiet words and she started bouncing across the room to the beat. She grabbed some noodles from the cabinet and put them in the microwave then grinned. She needed the music. Running on light feet, she grabbed an iPod and then walked back down stairs in time enough for her to get a drink ready. She set both down when she heard something and crept around the kitchen, looking out the door to see if someone was there. It wasn't that she didn't like them, it was... she was scared of them. Seeing no one, she shrugged it off and went back to the counter when she heard someone again.
