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Dramalab Application Sheet — Description
Chad Erik Stevenson
Built two years ago, but is designed to look 18
Money: $50

Despite being the efficient and intelligent robot/clone he was intended to be, Chad is a total train-wreck. He's awkward, stutters a lot, and shakes more than a wet Chihuahua. (Great for social situations!) He is, as his creator put it, "A let down to robot kind." But despite all these labels that have been put on him, he does his best to look like he doesn't care about what others think. No matter how many test tubes he shatters, how many times he gets lost, or even how many times he sets the lab on fire, ("It happened ONCE." he claims. "And by accident!") He does his best to put on a nervous smile, and get along with his fellow employees. He's not very happy about becoming a test-subject, but he's not really good at anything else. And the tests won't be THAT bad, will they...?

Travis Peter William
1960 (23 years old)
Money: 50

Travis is an outgoing type of guy... perhaps a little too outgoing. He does everything he can to make the best of his dull job. And he usually does that by getting into other people's business. He'll bust right into your conversations without being invited, and insist on being part of it. He also tends to purposely annoy the people whom he detests, usually trying to strike "good humored" comments on how they work, dress, and basically everything they do. People may think of him as an over-confident attention seeker with nothing better to do, but underneath that annoying smirk and narrowed eyes, he's actually quite intelligent. he does his best not to show it though, he prefers to take others by surprise. Maybe he'll show his true colors if he achieves his goal of becoming a manager for Ebony industries.

Chad shivered in the small, cramped, space he was in. "Oh great! It's just like me to get lost while trying to find the front desk." He had crawled through what he thought was an entrance, and ended up in a dark, dimly lit hall way. He looked around frantically, even though he knew he was no where near the front desk. He was about to sit down, as the loose circuits on his head were sparking up due to the stress he was in, when suddenly, he thought he heard a noise, and ran for the hills. Or, rather into this small space which he could not escape from, as the door was locked. "Maybe if I just- GAH!!" He exclaimed as he felt him self being drenched in a strange smelling (and foul tasting) liquid. "Eeww, what is this?" Suddenly, he froze as a sliver of light from the crack of the door grew wider and wider. It then fully opened to reveal a janitor on the other side, who had a pair of keys in one hand a bewildered expression on his face. "U-um..." Chad stuttered as his face turned bright red from embarrassment. "S-sorry um, could you please direct me to the front desk??" He said as quickly as he could to avoid the awkward environment. "Um, yes, of course. Its two floors up. But do you mind telling me how ended up in the supply closet... and why you're covered in green paint?" Chad let out an uneasy sigh as the green paint dripped in puddles on the floor, this was going to take some explaining...