Roach.

I'm Roach, or Roach Anon, I suppose. I like puzzles and decoding things. I don't remember making this account. I fell asleep in my bed and woke up 10 feet from the burned remains of a church. I also woke up with this account on my phone. I don't have a whole lot to say, but I suppose I can use this for interacting with the others.

I'll keep myself as anonymous as possible, though.

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(Mod stuff + tags below.)

Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick. Tock, tick, tick, tock.

Tick, tick, tick. Tock. Tick. Tick, tock, tock, tick. Tick, tick, tick.

Roach is one for ciphers, yes?

For that I give a little jest.

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[ 11. This ask is directed toward the moderator, however I will not protest to an in-character ask. ]

You know me so well MMR :) I like you

"The clock saw all, from a secret to proud declarations. To witness everything, yet the clock was split. For it could tell lies, and the world remains unawares. But merged with the thought, and then again, did the clock argue not."

The Morse code hidden as ticks and rocks says "SIX STEPS"

You will be alright, as will your friends. In the end, i will mend you all right up and send you back up into bed. This is a minor setback, do not fret. Your life is not ending just yet.

Do take care. You may always contact me, dearest.

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Thank y8u. I think I needed someone 15at didn't want to hurt me to... Think 2l3arly.

Maybe a break fr0m Tumbl14 would be 9ood for me. That way all th3se assholes could go find 5omeone else to bother.

I'll think about it. Thank you, 🌄.

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☾ ─── ─── ─── ☼✧ As it is written.     ➪ 🀧 ᴼᴿᴬᴷᴸᴱ 🀣

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You just want me pa1ano1d and sc9red, don't you? You wanna see me a1ra2d of some fuck12g w0rds on my s2re5n? Do you get some kind of s1c5 21easure out of th18? Is that why you all want to 1orm9nt me it u5 so? I ha12 you all. 6o away.

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I don't think I know you.

[A figure enters the cafe. A dark-skinned woman, with curly hair styled in small puffs. She seems to look for someone, spotting them within seconds and moving towards them.]

[The person she was looking for was sitting with a cup of black tea that it got for politeness rather than out of thirst. The striking red hair is immediately recognized as Roach's.]

[It sits with terrible posture, scrolling on its phone while waiting. It jumps when the other woman sits across from it.]

"Oh- uh, hi Vivian."

"Roach! Hi! You look different!"

"... A good kind of different, I hope?"

"Of course it is! Your hair looks great!"

[Its dry humour and monotonous voice contrast Vivian's cheerful demeanor and compliments. Vivian calls over a waitress and orders an iced latte. Once the waitress is gone, she speaks up again.]

"So! A couple things have changed since you left, huh?"

"Ah, yeah... Had a bit of an identity crisis and chopped it all off. My hair, I mean. I like it better."

"Yeah, it looks great! Whatcha been up to?"

"Uh... The usual, y'know. Getting work where I can. It's been a bit difficult, but I have a few clients I'll see soon enough."

"Oh, good!"

[The woman, Vivian, seems happy for Roach. It offers a small smile that doesn't quite reach its eyes.]

"Uh, yeah... How about you? Where do you work now?"

"Oh, I work at a little thrift store just out of town! You probably passed it when driving in!"

"I think I know where you mean, yeah... That makes sense. It fits you.”

[The woman makes a jokingly offended face, to which Roach offers a small, raspy chuckle.]

[The pair talk for a while after that. Both seem to enjoy the conversation, with Vivian talking more than Roach.]

[Eventually, they separate, with Vivian giving Roach a hug as she disappears.]

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V jvyy xrrc. Jngpuvat.

Orjner gur juvfcref va gur jbbqf. -𐂂

... I see. I don't think it's weak to be emotional. But I agree humans are odd.

There is a reason I originally named myself this, and a reason the name has stayed.

The original reason was because of my own self-deprecation. I believed my life was worth no more than an insect's, and named myself after one I believed nobody really liked to solidify that in my brain.

The reason I still use it, despite not believing that about myself anymore, is because roaches represent resilience to me. They can stand nearly any harsh weather you throw at them, with a much highier resistance to radiation than humans, and are a pain to get out of a house. I like to think it helps me be just as resilient.