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Annabelle Harker (or just Annie) is an AHA oc, and this is their roleplay account.

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@anniethejanitor
○ Introduction post ●
OOC!
Annabelle Harker (or just Annie) is an AHA oc, and this is their roleplay account.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Heya Annie I am your father
OH GREAT
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY WHOLE LIFE???? FUCK YOU AND ANDREW TOO (Andrew a little less), EVEN MY BOSS IS MORE FATHERLY THAN YOU, AND MY BOSS DOESN'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME
OH AND FUCK YOUR GENES TOO FOR MAKING ME SHORT AF
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been...
Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in.
Looking up, we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we've been.
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me!
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!
//OOC
I've been thinking of drawing general aha oc relationship chart.
Tbh I dunno that many ocs, do you have any idea of who I should add?
I think Harlow should do a PowerPoint about not killing people and communication. You really need it.

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Guys Im scared...
Should I ask him later this weekend!?
yes. please just do it.
Okay okay I will!
THANK YOU
FINALLY.
The hospital staff is either:
Drug addicted
Coffee addicted
Homossexual
Horrible at communication
Some kind of anomaly
Arson
All the exceptions I can think of aren't cis, apparently.
The hospital staff is either:
Drug addicted
Coffee addicted
Homossexual
Horrible at communication
Some kind of anomaly
Arson
I was gonna say im the exception, but im not even hospital staff.
...and i might be homosexual. in a way. is agender x agender homosexual???
Huh.
Technically I guess.
The hospital staff is either:
Drug addicted
Coffee addicted
Homossexual
Horrible at communication
Some kind of anomaly
Arson
Save me I’m dying
uh
wha

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I feel that I'm watching a soap opera rn.
REBLOG IF YOU HAVE AN RP BLOG I CAN SPAM WITH ASKS
perferably WITH the blog but you guys do you
I can’t believe all the inbreeding royalty involves. I heard a rumor that there was a royal family that had a son who got sick, and they dropped a teacup on his head to kill him. A TEACUP. That’s how messed up he was. I’m pretty sure that’s where they got the phrase “teacup dog”…
how does a simple teacup to the head kill a dude
How does a literal gunshot not kill the staff
What should I put in my dating profile? I feel like I should lie.
imagine having a dating profile
imagine staying single forever
imagine finding ghosts hot
Imagine being an anomaly.
yes, Intern, we all know.
Your species
Annie finishes mopping room 5, the day shift employees already left, soon the night shift staff will enter.
They get a coffee, lean the mop by the door and sit on a chair. They look at the ceiling, while listening to music.
"This job is terrible... Dang it... If I could leave this job, I would without hesitating..."
They take a sip of the coffee, and sigh.
"This wouldn've happened if I just—"
Annie increases the volume of the music.
"... Right. The hospital is empty, this means that I can get it now..."
They head to the emergency wing.
someone is in the vents. theres a soft pitter-patter of steps coming from the vents, following them to the emergency wing. whoever it is hasn't decided to speak, but theyre clearly listening.
Annie is listening to music, so they don't listen and keep walking until they remember something, and decide to take off her earphones. They walk back to check if there's anyone at the reception.
"Has anyone seen my bag?"
They just asked this to check if anyone would answer, stopping for a moment, they hear attentively. Silence. Annie then walks to the surgery room.
when they put their earphones back on, weaver continues through the vents to the surgery room, peering through the vent lid and watching silently. it was hoping it wouldnt be noticed, but if it was, anyone looking at the vent lid would just see 6 red eyes staring back at them — two with dilated pupils, two with constricted pupils, and two with no pupils at all.
They open the door cautiously, looking over their shoulder once again, finally entering and closing the door behind them.
"Okay... Just take it."
They walk to the table, and opens the bag. They take... a heart, while they hum a random song.
they watch, silent, curious. they don't move just yet, waiting to see what the janitor does with the heart, six curious red eyes visible through the vent lid.
They put it inside the bag, and then hold another one and does the same.
"I hope that this is enough..."
They close the bag and leave the surgery room. After that, they get a ladder and start fixing the medical wing camera, that seemed to be broken.
"... And done."
They look at the time and sit down again, waiting for the night shift to start.
seeing that the janitor wasnt doing anything interesting with the hearts yet, and was just waiting, weaver got bored and finally decided to make themselves known, six red eyes still visible through the vent lid they were now at in the medical wing, looking directly at the janitor.
"so....what are the hearts for, Janitor?"
They flinch, looking around before actually seeing the red eyes.
"Weavers— Wh— What are you doing here that early?"
Annie held their bag tightly.
the eyes squint in that way that they do when someone is smiling, and it giggles. "I actually live here. I found a surprisingly decently sized crawlspace connected to the vents and made a nest of webs in it."
"i answered your question. now answer mine, what are the hearts for? I wont tell anyone, im just curious."
They look over their shoulder before responding.
"... It's none of your business. You shouldn't eavesdrop on others like that."
"sounds echo through the vents, its difficult not to eavesdrop."
"cmon, tell me what the hearts are for and I wont snitch! I will snitch, though, if you dont tell."
"I..."
They look at the camera, pick up the ladder and hits it, carefully to not appear on the record, before leaning the ladder on the wall.
"I have to feed someone. An anomaly. Happy? Sheesh."
"ooh, who? im curious now, youve gotta tell me! or show me. either way." he hums, voice happy as if he wasnt actively blackmailing them.
"Sister."
She rubs her eyes.
"Enough. I've told you enough. Shoo. Skedaddle."
"ughh. fine. at least let me give you some iced jars to put the hearts in so they dont go bad while youre taking them to your sister. they'll go bad quick when theyre not being kept cold in the surgery room, so..."
"...do you mind opening the vent lid so i can give you these jars? this one seems to be one i cant open from inside."
"... Fine."
They start to open the vent lid. It seems that they've done this before once.
"... Why do you have this?"
"well, not only is my spouse an anomaly themselves, so I've done this before, but also I watched you put two hearts in your bag with nothing to keep them fresh and cold, naturally i had to go back to my crawlspace and grab a jar and some ice at the very least." he hums, not seeming to care that he just revealed the fact that his spouse is an anomaly — or that he even has a spouse in the first place, actually — and simply handing them the 2 jars, empty other than ice already in them to preserve the hearts.
"You have a—? Okay, nevermind, thanks."
They take the two jars, and put the hearts inside them.
"... For how long have you been here... in the vents?"
"a month maybe. and yes, I have a spouse! you didnt have to ask that like its hard to believe..."
"Er, okay, sorry."
They look at the time, and put the jars on the bag rapidly.
"The others should arrive soon... Please don't tell anyone about this, I don't want to get my sister in trouble."
"i wont tell anyone."
"Thanks... Really."
They pick their bag up and walk away.

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This is the calmest day we’ve had in a while… hardly any patients.
this is shockingly boring I’m not even sure what to do. Does anyone want to… uh… kiss??
Pls just say literally anything.
Idiot animals usually can't see how idiot they actually are. This is called effect Dunning-Kruger, because David Dunnign and Justin Kruger were the ones who discovered it. He saw something on the news: Some random guy (forgot his name) tried to assault a bank without any masks, in the morning. Was arrested in the same day, he couldn't understand how. He thought that if he used lemonade in his face, the cameras wouldn't see him, just like invisible ink in the paper. This made them think, and study about it. The coolest (I wouldn't say coolest, but—) part is that the more you know about something, the less you feel that you know (I think that I've made a grammar miatake here, having to write in english as a non-native sucks). This explains Socrates' mindset: "I only know that I know nothing."