#mantae

I’ve written P (my sona) to be sort of a dramatic reflection of my subconscious and in a way that makes it her own character, for her to be somewhat involved with the potential of Vermin’s world and well, my favorite part, for fooling around with my favs LOL.

P is an aspiring creative but is convinced that she cannot imagine such lifestyle to benefit her on the long run, whether that’d be financially or emotionally, akin to her more successful relatives. (She’s lived most of her life isolated from the outside world, and surrounded herself with posters and pop-culture references. Influencing the way on why she idealizes the hybrid-urban American dream, but never realized to differentiate fiction from reality.) After a long drought of doubt and uncertainty, among still discovering herself, never in her youth would she gotten the brief idea of becoming a social worker, or having to result in being the healthcare field, someway or another, legally.

She’s usually very friendly and optimistic, but overtime became sour and disillusioned believing if anything she had done was doing any significant improvement or if it allowed her any room for her to express her autonomy, meant to sacrifice her liberty and long-term dream. P continues to struggle on keeping her past values consistent with her current values in an environment that forces her to face change constantly, challenging her judgment in how her view of the industry turns from idealistic and honorable to a bitter reality.

She’s had her first experience with working as an intern at a grade-school as a counselor. Then shortly quit, to work as an intern at Bug Resources of the same department with the police force, as Reggie and Chemou were to meet with her on some occasions. Often times, Chemou would neglect her questionnaires and complain as if it’s all a waste of time. Reggie, however, is usually never the best with speaking up about the issue, often times brushing it under the rug and acting as if everything is just fine. And with how long they were able to get away with it, was astounding.

Here’s P in one of her casual formal attires.

She tries not to be so flashy with her choice of colors, or look intimidating to her clients. With minimal eyeshadow, polkas, and her uncurled antennas, she presents herself to be at her most modest.

(Shown to be wearing two extinguishing outfits from above, to show her range of comfortability and change of self expression towards Mantos.)

Off to a tough start, P’s first interaction with Mantos wasn’t as pleasant. She speculated that both he and Chemou were in some sketchy scheme or working under the other for one’s personal gain, aside from her general distaste of cops and their bad actors. Unbeknownst to her, her indifferences for the two would stall once she was assigned to work with them. Forcing her into an awkward situation and with the responsibility not to leave the objective to anyone else, since most of her colleagues were unavailable at the time, coincidentally.

From Interviews, small appointments that were cancelled with whatever excuses the two could pull from their sleeves, and personal involvement with the law, it was only a manner of time she had thought of resigning. But it did seem to unpack some uncomfortable details and feelings the two were resonating with, and fortunately, mere improvements were made. Yet, the rest remained vastly unexplained. After her resignation, she slowly began to find herself again, enjoying the tiny things that used to define what she loved about most, under the pseudo belief she could finally be freed from the stress of the corporate life.