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| Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 | | 11:52 am |
I've put on a lot of weight. I mean, goodness, I was plump before. Now I'm positively enormous. I haven't said anything to anyone, but I got knocked up a while back. Part of me is utterly disgusted by the idea, but part of me feels warm and special. I do hope that part goes away because procreation is just a horrible idea. I'll be using the litter for experiments of course. I've been working for Dr Trinity lately. It's not easy. I felt something for her once upon a time, and still do...but she made her interests clear. She wants someone to wet her dick and someone else to come home to at the end of the day. I cornered her in the disgusting little bathroom of my disgusting little apartment complex the other day. Each floor has two bathrooms and they are public. Most people just go down the street to somewhere else, but I needed to get some lead for an experiment and it seemed the best place for it so I grabbed a drinking glass and headed in. There she was, standing at the toilet, cursing under her breath, dick just hanging out as it dribbled piss sporadically at the bowl. A large part of me wanted to mock her, tell her she had cancer and would die any day now. It's not true of course. Even if it was, everyone knows we cured ca--it's not true of course. I set the glass down quietly and walked up behind her and slid my hands around her hips and rubbed over her to help her relax. It was foul emotion, this empathy thing. I assume it's some sort of stress in her life that was causing her problem, and I felt for her, despite my natural inclination to cripple her emotionally. Damn these things growing inside me. Damn these insanely long gestation periods. I just stood there for a while and helped her and changed the subject when she came into my apartment. The subjects always change when she comes into my apartment because she looks at all the wrappers and old food and dirty laundry piled around and I can feel the pity in her eyes and then I get angry and we usually end up arguing. Sometimes it ends up with me pressed against the wall, her pounding into me like she's dying of thirst in the desert, but usually it just ends up in me throwing her out. This time it ended with me inviting her over to watch horror movies on halloween. When I went to get my groceries I noticed all the halloween decorations and picked up a few dozen bags of funsize candy. Bah. Fun size would be a chocolate bar big enough to use as a dildo. Mm...note to self, invent chocolate that doesn't melt until above the upper limits of a normal person's vaginal cavity. Anyway, I was buying candy and saw a bin of cheap horror movies and decided to pick up some. She said she would think about it, so we'll see. We'll likely end up fighting again. Current Mood:  hungry | | Friday, October 12th, 2007 | | 9:32 pm |
Someone suggested I try this new Team Fortress 2 game. I assume this is because it has a doctor character in it. I reminded them that I am not a medical doctor. I am trying it anyway. | | Friday, December 29th, 2006 | | 10:21 am |
*steps OOC* I am done. I want to thank everyone that took part in any sort of RP with me...this was a very very difficult character for me to play. I am a very non-confrontational person and I greatly enjoy making people happy...this was an attempt to give myself a challenging character to portray, and I'd like to think I succeeded. I had originally intended to kill her off during the sick roleplay, but I had grown attached and had a hard time with letting go. Everything after that point was really just me flailing around, trying to get a hold on the character again and I really don't think it ever happened. I'll keep her around to pop on once and a while, but no more serious roleplay. It's too hard for me to be mean and dramatic and all that. If I stepped on anyone's toes in the process, I apologize....sometimes I got into it too much. | | Tuesday, December 5th, 2006 | | 10:35 am |
Somebody slid an envelope filled with about eight thousand credits in it under my door last night. I was unsure what to do with it, so I donated it to a homeless shelter nearby my grimy little apartment. Mm....well....I kept twenty credits because I needed to get some shampoo. I can scrape by on food, but the toiletries are a luxury anymore. | | Tuesday, November 28th, 2006 | | 12:57 pm |
Many people have this idea in their heads that I am intentionally confrontational. That isn't really true. After I left home, I did my best to fend for myself. I know now that many if not all of my choices were wrong, but I still did my best. I made another wrong choice. I can't say as I know why I let it happen, but I tried to shrug it off by trying to get revenge on Wednesday. I admit I had something of a crush on hir, and I let it interfere with what I could have had. In terms familiar to most, Wednesday was the rockstar. Trinity was the girl next door. Hints and suggestions were dropped repeatedly, but I never caught on until it was too late. I stuck a knife in the back of yet another person that was willing to look the other way while I continually widened the gap between myself and those that accepted and cared for me. Only after I ruined it, did I realize how I felt. I had never even conceived of the thought that I might fall for someone. But I did....I fell for the girl next door, but I didn't even know that she was taken. I was confused about how to approach this new experience and I went seeking advice. I was not discrete about it, out of desperation for understanding, and it came back to bite me. Any chances I had were ruined then. But I went a step further. I took every spare penny I had after throwing my empire to the winds. I took all my profits from my wednesday clones, the last of my meager patent royalties, and I bought the best ring I could afford. It's always like that in the movies, I thought, so maybe it will work. I went to the girl next door and embarassed myself again. I left the ring in the gutter and I haven't really left my dirty little apartment since. ...the landlord is banging on the door again. The lights must go out now. | | Saturday, October 14th, 2006 | | 9:23 am |
Tired of living a lonely life? Tired of having nobody to witness the glory you KNOW to be in your heart? Announcing the newest model of wholly subservient household helpers, ready and willing to do anything and everything you wish. Whether its doing the dishes, fixing your car, or acting as a despository for your genetic material, the new Holiday dolls are available! Only one model is available, in hermaphroditic vixen, for that classic look. No substitutions, no personal checks please. Supplies are NEVER limited. | | Sunday, October 8th, 2006 | | 9:14 pm |
I've gotten what I needed from this deception. I'm also tired of getting asked the same question over and over. Yes, that pretentious bitch Wednesday fucked me. I went to her home and told her all about my revelation and we got into an argument and she shot a load in me. Really, I have high doubts it could have went any better. On my way out, I grabbed one of her shirts and immediately went to extract the sample she had given me. The whole event was boring, in all honesty. She reacted how I expected. She saw someone she assumed was her intellectual inferior, someone that she viewed as some pathetic, washed up has-been or never-was that was trying one last manipulation. The truth is, I really did think I was dying. I really did have a breakdown. But dear gods above, who in their right mind would believe I would go crawling to Holiday Wednesday for a pair of ears? I'm not so shallow that I can't see there are people out there that care about me and would gladly listen to my woes. I do regret I could not go to them first. I got into an argument with a former employee, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gearsebring because I had not told him I wasn't dying. I also have ostracized drfoxytrinity when she forced me to tell her about going to wednesday. I hope these relationships can be repaired because I have learned that much from my dilemnas at least...few people actually care about me and I can't throw that away. Also, the former is cute from time to time and the latter...well, before the latter got angry with me, she was courting me and I was starting to feel downright comfortable with her. In any case, I have my sample from Wednesday, I have some new equipment to work with it, and no more reason to bother with her. I enjoy wearing her shirt around these days as a sort of trophy. The day I got exactly what I wanted from her and she thinks it was a sympathy fuck. HA! Current Mood: accomplished | | 12:57 pm |
Someone passed me a copy of this game, City of Villains. I assume they thought it was a big joke. Ha ha, give the fat old cow a glimpse of her glory days. Pfft. I suppose I'll give it a try. I'm not going to be doing any of that mamby pamby character bullshit though. Doctor Skerry is the name I use, and the server is Virtue. I suppose it would be nice to have an army again. | | Sunday, October 1st, 2006 | | 4:32 am |
A recent encounter has given me new insight towards my life, now that I am no longer dying....rather....that I had never been dying, I guess. I have a new clipping for my wall. ( Read more... ) | | Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 | | 6:13 am |
The not-so-good doctor has been sighted leaving a fertility clinic multiple times over the last few weeks. | | Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 | | 8:38 pm |
An unsanctioned biography has popped up on the news feeds. | | Saturday, August 5th, 2006 | | 12:35 pm |
| | Friday, July 21st, 2006 | | 9:43 am |
I met with Holiday Wednesday last night for dinner. It was at a little noodle place around the corner from the filthy little apartment I'm living in now. It's filled up with centrifuges and incubators and hemostats. I've sort of returned to my roots, since my ailment set in. I've been doing a lot of bloodwork testing, experimenting on myself. I'm running out of veins to draw from and I have been getting woozy from the bloodloss. One must occupy there time somehow, I suppose. The dinner went.........alright. I'd be lying if I didn't have some sort of respect for Wednesday that has perhaps manifested into hostility....she has a delicious way of slurping up noodles with her tongue. I could not help but squirm and I worry that she noticed my reaction. We didn't really talk much and, I actually had to cut the meeting short as...my skirt ripped. Right there in the restaurant, the seam in the rear burst and everyone in the restaurant stopped, many of them with noodles hanging out of their mouths. I felt like I was being examined by a conglomerate of wheat and rice based sentient squid people. I excused myself and wandered back home. I noticed that the papers I had thrown out were gone from the dumpster, but then, it is friday and I'm relatively certain that trash day is on friday here. I should be wasting away to nothing at this point, but I just keep gaining weight. My shirt is all bulgy and my labcoat is tight under the arms, and it wasn't a bad seam that caused my skirt to erupt. Dr. Trinity has been making my milkshakes lately....big, frothy, giant chocolate ones, just oozing with whipped cream. I'd blame them, but, really I should be rail thin at this point in my illness. The bloodwork keeps saying I'm healthy except for elevated LDL and HDL, lipids, glucose, etc....but with all the weight I've gained, that is to be expected. No elevated White Blood Count, no elevated platelet counts, liver functions are fine....no matter what I test, I am fine....but it makes no sense. I checked my nanites and they are still deactivated. They still monitor, however, and they all report cancerious masses, extremely high WBC, ALT, and AST counts. They show that my liver is in cirrhosis, that I have massive thoracic infections....but the blood tests show nothing. The nanites are not malfuntioning, I checked that, so what is going on? WHY AM I NOT DEAD YET?! | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 9:20 am |
A large stack of papers, Found in a dumpster outside the small apartment that Dr. Veronica Skerry now occupies:Comprehensive Metabolic Panel:
GLU *H
ALT RANGE
AST RANGE
BUN RANGE
CA RANGE
CO2 RANGE
ALB RANGE
TP RANGE
K1 RANGE
CREAT RANGE
ALKP RANGE
TBILI RANGE
CHOL RANGE
Magnesium
MG1 RANGE
Phosphorous
PHOS RANGE
Complete Blood Count
RBC RANGE
WBC RANGE
HCT RANGE
HGB RANGE
Uric Acid
URIC *H
Hemoglobin A-1C
HBA1C RANGE
Fasting Lipid Panel
CHOL *H
HDL *H
LDL *H
TRIG *H
LDL Direct
LDLDCT *HEach page is dated and timestamped about 8 hours apart, and the stack goes back several weeks. The last two weeks worth are scribbled on, the marks getting darker and darker the closer to the present they get. One week back, scrawled cursing and the letters 'NO' appear frequently. Three days back many of the papers are torn. The last two days look like they may have been stabbed. The last sheet has many stains on it that appear to be dried water in random spots along the sheet. No other markings are on it. The stack is unsecured. | | Monday, May 22nd, 2006 | | 10:35 am |
It's amazing to me how many people have stepped forward, offering cures and miracle potions since I announced my impending demise. I don't know if it's sympathy or some sort of.......I don't know. I really don't understand at all. For all the things I have done in my life, all the pain I've caused, I cannot fathom why anyone would want to try to 'save' me. If I was to somehow survive, whether through medical assistance or just plain miracle, I'm fairly certain I would develop an even bigger ego than I already have....and mine is already legendary. Please, everyone, stop trying to save me, or convince me to save myself. I would be lying if I said there wasn't some part of me that is, frankly, scared of the idea of death...I have lived a very full life. ....damnit, another one of my teeth just fell out.... Current Mood:  confused | | Sunday, May 14th, 2006 | | 7:14 am |
So this is it...I'm dying. Somehow I always thought I was going to live forever. I always thought I was going to conquer the universe like some supervillain. I recently learned that my father has been dead for about four years. Buried under a backlog of messages that I was too drunk to pay any notice of, I apparantly missed the reading of his will. Apparantly I was placed in charge of maintaining the scholarship fund he started after my mother died, the one he started in her honor. I didn't know about it. I have arranged for the fund to be maintained by someone very capable. I have realized, after achieving the first moment of mental clarity in years, that I have commited atrocities untold and that I must atone for these actions. I've decided not to recieve treatment for the illnesses I have contracted since deactivating my nanites. By my best guess, I have about six months to live. I suppose it's the coward's way out, but that is what I am and always have been. | | Monday, April 24th, 2006 | | 2:15 am |
Official Announcement It has come to my attention that the purpose of this corporation has become muddled. I started this company with a vision in mind, though admitedly that vision was less than scrupulous. I would like to think that I have at least done some good in this world, despite my own shortcomings. As such, I am announcing that effective immediately, Skerry Industries is dissolving into several smaller companies which will be run by individuals selected by the executive board. While I will be using my power of veto, I will not be part of the selection process. As part of the inconvenience of being forced to move, those employees that wish to stay will be extended a 25% increase in pay. On a more personal note, returning to my statement about my less than scrupulous accord, I will be retiring as CEO of Skerry Industries. I apologize for the acts I have committed over the last ten years and will be donating my personal wealth accumulated over the years to a number of charities, including but not limited to local battered women and rehab clinics. End Official Announcement | | Thursday, April 20th, 2006 | | 9:21 am |
I have spent the last year or so in a drug and alcohol infused haze. I have done things that even I find morally outrageous. I am relatively certain that the other day I cloned an elder god of some sort, then killed it and got all the girls together and smoked the remains. While it was barely a fizzle for my pickled self, all the girls were completely trashed. They were honest for the first time since I contracted them. ....am I really that bad of a person? My god, I only wanted to get revenge on my father for what he did.....what have I done? Current Mood: crushed | | Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004 | | 12:29 am |
Public Announcement
I am pleased to announce a record quarter for Skerry Industries, hindered only by a minor mass unloading of stock yesterday morning by a single investor. As a way of giving thanks back to the consumer for their faith in our quality products, from now until December 10th, all orders for recreational implants will be offered at a 15% discount. Place your orders by the end of this week and get a free sample of Skerry Industries' latest product; Tasty Cream! (tm) Tasty Cream temporarily changes the flavor of all bodily secretions safely and with only a 2% margin of error, dependent on genetic incompatibility. Now in Orange Creamsicle flavor! Dr. Veronica Skerry, President: Skerry Industries | | Monday, November 22nd, 2004 | | 1:11 am |
Now Hiring!
Dr Veronica Skerry, Super Genius. No, that's not a joke. I'm smarter than you. I'm more talented than you. In fact, you should be paying me just to acknowledge you. If anyone is interested in gainful employment, our social escort department is always looking for talented people. Male, female, both or neither! Skerry Industries interacts with dignitaries from all corners of the galaxy and we like to keep our clients satisfied in all possible ways while they are visiting. Are you good with people, well-spoken, intelligent, and attractive? Do you have a working knowledge of humanoid anatomy and physiology? Apply today at Skerry Industries' main office on Nexus. (Out Of Character Notes) Veronica is head of Skerry Industries and about as evil as they come. In her little personal backstory she is eventually responsible for the downfall and rebuilding of society. This journal is long before those events occur. In a timeline sense, this is long after she worked as a chemistry professor at Nexus University, but just before she purchased the planet of Nexus. Skerry Industries is very rich and powerful, but by no means the biggest company in the galaxy. Skerry Industries, on the surface, is a large medical supply company. In this character universe, drugs and prostitution are not illegal and Veronica provides both in spades. There is a sub-division of the company that is made up of prostitutes in all genders and species. Officially they are dignitaries and diplomats when dealing with clients, providing them all the services necessary to land the deal. Unofficially, they are Veronica's private army of organ-harvesting whores, always making sure to sucker a legal deal out of unsuspecting Johns. (This is also in LJ bio) |
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