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</div><br/><b>NAME:</b>Iris<br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Blue<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Brat, You Little Bitch<br/><b>Age: </b>19<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>[Consensus?]<br/><b>Location: </b>Music Room<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Thick navy blue hoodie with a ZCCC letters, jeans, white trainers with pom-pom socks.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dd-vluPwpf7c&amp;hash=a26ada0699428998a7d7f7dd6ad39af9" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vluPwpf7c" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Until We're Done", Jonathan Bree</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b>I suppose?<br/><br/><br/>Iris paused in mid-bite when Emmy suddenly took on another persona and left the room.  She looked at Terry then took the sandwich from her mouth.<br/><br/>"Did that just happen?"<br/><br/>She looked down at her plate and shrugged uncomfortably when Terry mentioned apologies.  She made room for her in the chair and let herself be hugged.  It was all she could do with her hands full.<br/><br/>"It wasn't your fault," she murmured.  "I would've left too, if I had somewhere to go.  But, Mother, the Mansion, it was all I had.  I mean, I didn't know anything, I didn't even know how to live outside.  So I just stayed, you know?"<br/><br/>She sighed and sipped her juice, resting against Terry's shoulder.<br/><br/>"But yeah, she totally lost it.  It was like, she couldn't just be depressed or something.  She was lashing out all the time, all the time at everything.  She was like 'Do this.  Do that.  Fix this.  Check that."  It was like she was trapped in her own little hamster wheel trying to do everything, because it was all she<i>could</i>do.  And I was trapped in there with her."<br/><br/>"I tried to stay out of her way, but she'd always find me and yell at me."  She winced at the memory.  "She'd get all mad, and then get on some stupid power trip and be all, 'You're not doing enough to fix up the Mansion, you're not doing enough to help out, I told you to do this and you didn't do it', and on and on and on."<br/><br/>Iris rolled her eyes at Emmy's interruption, and slouched down in the chair.<br/><br/>"I felt like shit after the Matrix turned off.  I was in a pretty deep trance, and it, umm, it really shocked me.  All I wanted to do was sleep.  But, she couldn't just leave me alone.  It<i>sucked</i>."<br/><br/>When Emmy passed by the room again and interjected something about Segway Two, Iris closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  She cracked a smile when Terry made her off-the-cuff diagnosis, but she shook her head and sighed.<br/><br/>"She just needs dick."