Robbie Louise Watson

[Robbie Watson]

Suspect: WATSON, ROBBIE LOUISE
WARNING: This suspect is considered harmless and desperate.

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Basic Stats:

Name: Robbie Louise Watson.

Known Aliases: No other aliases.

Gender: Female.

Age: Thirty.

Ethnicity: Caucasian/Irish-American.

Nationality: American.



Physical Description:

Mug shot: Eve Myles.

Height: 5' 2".

Build: Curvy and petite.

Hair Colour: Dark brown.

Eye Colour: Hazel.

Known Disguises:

Robbie is quite reserved for the time when it comes to her dress sense. Her hair is a lot longer than is fashionable and so she sometimes ties it up to look like it's a bit shorter than it is, but then it usually falls out very easily and defeats her aims. Her clothes tend to be quite reserved and she's not all that keen on showing much skin, although if she is going out, she might start off feeling daring and then hide in a corner for the rest of the night. Browns, beiges and blues make up her wardrobe with a few neat little hats for public decency. She tends to wear the smallest heels she can get away with (her mother berates her for this, saying a woman should wear a decent heel to look better on her man's arm - Robbie's argument is that she doesn't have a man yet) and she wears minimal makeup. All in all, she doesn't really put much effort into her appearance unless she has to. What's the point? She only teaches children.

Distinguishing Marks:

The most noticeable thing about Robbie, when someone's talking to her, is usually the gap between her teeth. As annoying as it is, people in the past have had a tendency to stare at it, so Robbie usually smiles with her mouth closed and does her best to reveal as little of the gap as possible. She also has a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders, she's slightly shorter than average and her eyes give her an almost constant look of vague surprise, due to being slightly wider than normal.



Psychological Report:

Self Image:

Robbie constantly worries about her self-image, even though she does nothing to really help it at all. She knows her teeth are a bit strange, that people aren't keen on the faint smattering of freckles and that her eyes are a little larger than they should be, but she doesn't tend to dress in the most flattering manner and she doesn't keep up with fashion either. She's always worried that she comes on a little too strong with most of her emotions, too, but then she can't really control herself either.

To the Outward Eye:

Robbie's fears are usually well founded - personality wise, she does tend to come on a little strong. Whether it's her beliefs, her caring nature or her desperation for a family to call her own, she tends to be a little more aggresive about it than she realises and than is appropriate for a woman (according to her mother, anyway). She might not scare everyone off, but she has been known to in the past. Her teeth have caused others amusement in the past too, but otherwise she's pretty average and easy enough to pass by in the street without anyone paying her too much attention.

Social Status:

As a middle class woman, Robbie's social status is a little lower than it might otherwise be. As she's taken to being less sociable, she doesn't have as wide a social network as other people and so often people kind of don't know she's actually there. Her closest friends are the people in her local shops and the parents of the children she teaches.

Religion: Jehovah's Witness. Hee, this'll be fun...

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Fears:

Quirks/Habits:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Detailed Report:

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~ Caring.
~ Irritatingly happy.
~ Likes to see the silver lining when possible.
~ Fairly mundane.
~ NOT adventurous at all.
~ Takes things very literally.
~ Family-minded.[/ul]

Other: Nope...



Additional Information:

Occupation: First grade teacher.

Socioeconomic Status: Middle class.

Education: College level - teaching course.

Weapon of Choice: Her brothers.

Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Her own two feet or occasionally a bus.

Special Skills: She has double-jointed elbows and can play the piano.

Languages Spoken: English and (basic) Spanish.



Known Accomplices:

Blood Relatives:

Mother - Hattie Watson (nee Philips; 59; housewife).
Father - Russell Watson (64; corner shop owner; joint with Luke).
Brother - Luke Watson (41; corner shop owner; joint with father Russell).
Brother - Elijah Watson (37; lawyer).
Brother - Dominic Watson (32; soldier).*
Brother - Finley Watson (32; musician).*
Nephew - Timothy Watson (12; student; Luke's only son).
Nephew - Isaac Watson (8; student; Dominic's eldest).
Nephew - Nicholas Watson (7; student; Dominic's youngest son).
Niece - Eleanor Watson (3; being a baby; Dominic's youngest child and only girl).

*identical twins.

Romantic Partner: N/A.

Other:

Sister-in-law - Stella Watson (nee Smith; 34; secretary).
Sister-in-law - Lucy Watson (nee Fitzpatrick; 27; housewife).
Fellow colleagues at school.

Pets:

Robbie has two rabbits (both female) called Neewah and Polly, and a male puppy named Sambo (all after characters from the Polly and Her Pals comic strip she read as a child). Polly is an Alaskan rabbit, pure black and very calm and quiet, while Neewah is English breed rabbit of black and white, and tends to run into things. She's not all that bright and often seems confused. Sambo is an extremely excitable Jack Russell Terrier and tends to rip her house to bits. He also comes to school with Robbie but he tends to behave himself there - he knows he'd get into trouble if he bit one of the children as he's been trained pretty well.

Polly || Neewah || Sambo


Past Offences:

Birth Place: St. Louis.

History:

Robbie was the last of five children and the only girl born to Russell and Hattie Watson, a relief to both of them. Since their marriage several years before, they'd been hoping to have at least one girl but it appeared they were destined to only produce boys. Not that this was a bad thing - in fact, Russell was pleased to have so many healthy and decent young lads - but Hattie at least felt a distinct lack of femininity around their house and had hoped for someone to side with her in decisions regarding the household. So when Robbie was born, despite her slightly boyish name, Hattie was delighted to finally have someone to dress up and treat like a little china doll. What she hadn't quite realised was that raising a little girl was quite different to raising a boy. She had left much of their upbringing to their father, who taught them about sports, chivalry and how to be good, decent men. All Hattie had really done was keep everything tidy and put meals on the table. Now she had to actually impart all the knowledge of what made her a good woman onto her little girl and she found it incredibly tough. For starters, Robbie wanted nothing to do with her mother and only wanted to play with her brothers, all of whom seemed thrilled with her (Hattie supposed having a little sister brought out the best in them), but that certainly wasn't good enough. As such, Hattie often grew frustrated with her only daughter and the little girl would grow up having a somewhat dysfunctional relationship with her mother - very much a love/hate situation.

Robbie wasn't the brightest child ever, but as her mother always told her - boys didn't like girls who were more intelligent than them. A woman's place was in the home, caring for children. Robbie was hardly ever going to be one who petitioned for women's rights and had the idea of motherhood being the ultimate joy hammered into her head from a young age. She enjoyed school though, especially reading, and often sat her dolls down when she got home from school, pretending to teach them all how to read. One of her favourite things to read was the comic Polly and Her Pals, found in one of her dad's newspapers. She just thought the pictures were pretty, really, but she'd always remember her father reading them to her when she was little or, if he wasn't around, her eldest brother Luke doing so instead. She was quite close to all her brothers and always would be, although one day she would become a little tired of their mollycoddling and threatening ways when it came to boyfriends. Some would suppose growing up a Jehovah's Witness to be a little sad at times - no birthdays, no Christmas - but Robbie never really minded because she never had a chance to miss it. She'd never celebrated it. When she was older, she would always find it awkward to celebrate Christmas with the children at her school, but she suffered through it well.

Her games with her dolls would prove to be a bit of a blessing in disguise, as it became apparent to everyone that she wanted to become a teacher. Robbie loved spending time pretending to teach her dolls and, when she got older, she spent a lot of time helping out the teachers with the younger children outside of class. She enjoyed playing games with them, setting up hopscotch squares and fetching soccer balls for them to play with, braiding hair and cleaning mud off faces. She participated in a school reading buddy system once she was of an acceptable level and enjoyed helping the younger kids to learn their alphabet, to develop their reading skills. All in all, she proved she had the potential to be a great mother and a great teacher. It was just a shame she was only going to end up pursuing one of those endeavours.

Her teenage years were pretty much the same as her childhood ones. She wasn't a rebellious teenager by any means of the imagination and was rather clearly a law-abiding citizen. About the only thing she did that seemed even remotely out of the ordinary for her was that she got a boyfriend at the age of fifteen and didn't tell anyone. She'd already sussed out that her brothers would probably have something to say about it, and so she kept her mouth shut. The twins soon stumbled upon her and the boy though, and promptly scared him off. She never quite forgave them for that, although it never caused a major rift. Ever since then, Robbie simply took the easy route and brought any boyfriends home, only to have them all scared off. As much as she loved her brothers, they were being far too overprotective.

She left high school and carried on to college to complete a teaching course needed to fulfil her aim - to become a first grade teacher. She got a job easily enough in St. Louis, for which she was grateful. The idea of leaving her home town was terrifying to her, as she was too close to most of her family. She took to her new job with extreme enthusiasm and hasn't lost her gusto since (nor has she left her teaching position). However, she also stopped being very sociable at this point too and often opted out of the parties her friends and such invited her to. She just wasn't interested - she had classes to plan and, in later years, she used the excuse that she had to look after her new pets, two rabbits and a puppy. She just managed to withdraw herself a bit, so it was probably partly her own fault when the trouble started.

While she'd never been especially close to her mother and often got annoyed with the woman for constantly critiquing her, Robbie did love her mother. However, it didn't mean she had to like her, and Robbie really didn't like her when she reached the age of twenty five and Hattie started calling her a spinster. As months passed and Robbie proved to be no closer to starting a family like two of her brothers, her mother simply got worse and often made loud, rather rude comments about Robbie, lamenting about where she had gone wrong and how much it hurt to not see her daughter giving her grandchildren. Russell didn't really seem to mind either way and her brothers remained supportive yet overprotective, which really did nothing to help.

At the moment, Robbie continues teaching and looking after her pets, both being the closest she's gotten to having children of her own. She does quite want to start a family but in this day and at her age, she's not sure how to quite sure how to go about it. The last five years of being told she's somewhat worthless by her mother has greatly affected her confidence and she seems to be a little desperate to find Mr Right... or at least Mr My-Brothers-Think-You're-Okay. Call it a bit of a midlife crisis but she watches the younger flappers and wishes she was brave enough to behave like they do, to drink and to dance the night away. Unfortunately, Robbie really isn't and doesn't look set to change any time soon. Oh well. She's just fine the way she is, she just needs to realise it. She's also learning Spanish at the moment, but her accent is utterly terrible.

RP Sample:

Sam had fallen asleep on the sofa, remote control for the television on the floor beside him. It wasn't an unusual sight, really, as he spent many of his nights up and around the Mansion, often sleeping only during daylight hours and only for naps. He didn't like sleeping at night much, even less than he liked being alone. Nonetheless, the day had been a pretty tiring one. Several games of football and a bit of a flight over the area had exhausted Cannonball to the point that even fear alone wasn't enough to keep his eyes from drooping and his mind from drifting off to the realm of sleep, as much as he would hate the fact later. Some mindless advert for sports equipment was running on the flat screen before him, flashes of blue and yellow illuminating the tensed features of Sam's face. He wasn't tossing and turning – there wasn't really enough room and even asleep, he had more sense than to cause himself to fall off the sofa – but one thing would be obvious to anyone who walked in.

He was having a nightmare.

It was dark and cold. He couldn't see anything – everything was either pitch black or blinding white lights, the occasional silhouette lurking above him, poking him with needles and burning substances. He could hear the sound of someone crying nearby and Sam reached out his hand, wanting to comfort whomever it was, only to touch an icy concrete wall. He pressed his palm against it as though it would cause it to move, but no such luck. He turned, crawling along the floor but a few inches before finding himself confronted with another wall. Another to the back. Another to the front. Above, frozen metal bars. Sam turned around once more, sure he could hear the sound of crying in his cell, only to realise that it was him. He moved his hand to his face, smaller than they were at the moment, feeling the wetness of tears on his cheeks.

Sam stood up, the cage expanding to accommodate the new change of height and he stepped forward, following a light that had appeared just before him. He walked through the corridors, his focus wholly on the light – was it a way out of here? - until he found himself strapped to a metal table, bare back sticking to the freezing surface. He tried to sit up but found himself strapped down tightly, and that's when the fear kicked in. Above him, ghostly figures moved about and he could feel a thousand tiny needles piercing his skin, burning him from the inside out. He screamed and screamed, yet no sound came out. The only noise was the discussion of the men above him, some kind of science he didn't understand, didn't want to understand.

”The boy's a mutant.”
”He's corrupted our data!”
”I guess we'll just have to find another use for our little mutie, then-”

Sam sat up quickly, a sweat running down his face. He nearly fell off the sofa with the sudden movement but barely remained on, stamping his foot down on the remote and barely avoiding breaking that too. The channel turned over from an advert about weight loss plans to a documentary on the adult video industry, but Sam wasn't paying attention to it. He bent down and picked up the remote, flicking the television off without really thinking. He was still half asleep really, despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins. The nightmare was fading as it always did – he never knew what it was about and only his mother had told him that he often woke up screaming – and he could feel himself calming down slowly. However, the oppressive feelings of the dream remained with him and he quickly found himself scurrying up the stairs of the mansion. Tonight was no night to remain alone or awake. He was too tired and he didn't want to have another nightmare.

He quickly found his destination – Joshua's room. Sam felt a little guilty about standing outside the boy's door. Surely a grown man nearing thirty should be able to handle nightmares without running to his little brother, should be able to spend a night alone? And yet the thought of the darkness downstairs, of the the shadows waiting in his room were enough to make him knock on the door before wrapping his arms back round his torso, trying to keep the slight chill of the air from freezing his chest. Somehow, he'd had enough of being cold that night.

”Josh?” he whispered softly through the door – and by softly we mean quite loudly, as Sam had never really gotten the hang of being quiet. Still, it was a decent attempt, even for him. ”Are you awake?”

From Tonight I'm Going To Rest My Chemistry on Juxtaposed.

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Age: Nineteen.

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