PLAYER

NAME: Tiffany
AGE: 18
PERSONAL LJ: arcesso
EMAIL ADDRESS: live.infamy[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM SCREENAME: to boldly trek
EXPERIENCE RPing: dramadramaduck, polychromatic, template_rpg, capeandcowl, discedo, and others over the course of six years.

CHARACTER

NAME: Lisa Reisert
CANON SOURCE: Red Eye
TIMELINE: Post-movie
CANON ABILITIES: None. Other than having an incredible ingenuity when it comes to creative weaponry.
PERSONALITY:
Lisa has always been exceptionally polite and had a particularly sunny disposition. She makes every effort to extend kindness to others even if most people wouldn't pay any particular attention to them, or would look down on them for some reason. Lisa automatically searches for and focuses on the best aspects of people, regardless of whether or not they good outweigh the bad.

An inherent optimist, Lisa's view of life has become more negative since her rape, however, she tries to counteract this by consciously forcing herself into optimism and cheerfulness even when it's not how she truly feels. She's responsible and generally confident, though she shows a high degree of self doubt whenever someone gets too close - physically and emotionally.

She's exceptionally empathetic, and she always looks out for others before herself. In the movie, she shows a considerable difference in her reaction to fearing for her own safety versus fearing for Charles O'Keefe and even her father's. Perhaps for this reason, she's very much a people-pleaser. At her job at the hotel, she takes the mantra 'the customer is always right' to an unprecedented extreme.

While she strives to avoid conflict at any cost, most often by caving and giving into the demands of the other party, that doesn't mean Lisa is emotionally weak or would be helpless in a fight. Perhaps it's her conservative upbringing, but she's completely comfortable with asserting herself.

During the escapade on the red eye out of Dallas and the subsequent attack in her father's house, she shows a full capability in fighting back and a certain ingenuity in her methods. While not entirely impassive, she shows that she behaves exceptionally well under pressure and keeps her head straight when most would be incapable.

After the flight and attack, she steps up to take charge of her life once more. She becomes more assertive and opinionated, casting off the meek and self-aware shell she'd let herself crawl into after her rape.

Lisa has a strong moral center and it's part of what drives her to frequently ask the question why. She asks herself this about her rapist every day and several times through the movie she demands it of Jackson. She's driven by a sense of personal morality that prevents her from understanding, an inherent curiosity and, in a convoluted sense, her empathy to want to know the answer to that kind of question. Lisa is the kind of person who believes she can fix people if she tries hard enough to simply understand them.

With godawful trust issues instigated by her rape companioned with a striking paranoia, Lisa's just one big ball of issues. With her personality and her inability to say 'no,' she's simply a magnet for the kind of dangerous people that she behaves that way to avoid.
CANON HISTORY:
Two years prior to the events of the movie, Lisa Reisert was raped in a parking lot in the middle of the day. The man held a knife to her throat the entire time, leaving a scar on her breast just below the neckline of most v-neck shirts. She became quite reclusive, not doing much else but work and sleep, her personal life disappeared. A manager at the Lux Atlantic Hotel in Miami, she appointed her assistant as manager while she went to her grandmother's funeral in Dallas. When she's boarding the flight back, she meets the charming Jackson Rippner in the line while they're being delayed and rerouted. They go to get drinks while they wait, and he continues to turn on the charm.

When she boards the plane, she's pleasantly surprised to find that he is in the seat beside her. Once the plane takes off, Jackson informs Lisa that he is managing a terrorist organization that is trying to assassinate the Deputy Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security - Charles Keefe, a personal friend of Reisert's who, that night, is checking into the hotel Lisa manages. He tells Lisa that if she doesn't move him to Suite 4080, where his men can safely shoot him from the bay, then her father will be killed by one of his men.

At first, Lisa tries to play hero. First, she writes and SOS in a book that she lent to another passenger. Jackson catches on and headbutts Lisa unconscious, then goes to knock the other woman unconscious as well and steal her book. When she wakes, she sneaks away to the bathroom and writes "bomb in (Rippner's seat)" in soap. However, Jackson catches on and follows her to the bathroom. Seeing the message, he shoves her inside and tells her that their partnership won't work if she isn't "honest with him." He then notices the scar on her chest and asks how she got it, she evades and they return to their seats after being chastised by the stewardess for using the bathroom as a motel.

The first time she tries to call, the phone cuts out. After she finally moves him, Rippner says he can't let her father go until they've landed and the hit has been made. The plane lands, and Lisa tells the story of how she got the scar. She says there's one thing she learned from it and Jackson asked if it was that she realized there were some things that were just out of her control. She retorts by saying that what she decided was that she'd never let it happen again and proceeded to stab Jack in the throat with a pen immediately afterward. She makes a run for it, changing her appearance as she darts through the airport. She steals an SUV, and Rippner's cell phone, and calls the hotel to move Keefe out of the room just in time. She heads for her house and runs through the front door in order to kill the man who was going inside to kill her father.

Jackson, however, follows her. He knocks her father out and attempts to attack her as well, but Lisa winds up shooting him. It is unclear of whether he lives or dies, but Lisa appears to have become empowered because after the police arrive she goes to the hotel and tells off a group of customers who were harassing her assistant while they were on the phone.
HOW DIFFERENT DO YOU WANT THE MEMORIES TO BE FROM THEIR CANON?
Most of her history prior to the film is something I'd like to retain, relocating it to New York rather than Miami. Some changes of note are as follows:

► Her parents are not divorced. The divorce rate in the 1930s was far lower and, if memory serves, in order to get a divorce, there had to be proof of adultery. I don't want to have to play out Lisa and her unwavering moral center demonizing one of her parents for infidelity and thus, they're still together. That said, they are also comfortable enough to have not been ruined by the stock market. Upper-middle class. This is mostly implied in canon with her retiring father remodeling the house, however, instead he'll simply be planning to continue working instead of retiring due to the economic conditions and his attempt to insure the security of his family. Lisa lives alone so, for the most part, this change is insignificant.
► I don't want to fabricate a substitute memory for her involvement with Jackson Rippner on the plane because it's something I'd prefer to play out. Anyone with Jackson's face (Cillian Murphy) would seem inherently familiar, though not something she could place, but as far as Lisa is concerned, she's never had an unpleasant interaction with him.
► Due to the time period, Lisa is working as a waitress rather than a hotel concierge. She's also, due to the economic climate, working on the side as a taxi dancer. It was outside of the dance hall that she was raped, so her appearances there have been spotty at best since then. However, since it has been two years, she's been going more regularly and trying to shake off her past trouble.

PLANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER:
I'd like to see her attempt to "fix" some of what's broken in the lives of the less savory characters of New York, and capitalize on her twisted hero complex. I'd like to see her overcome her trust issues eventually, though not before getting in a nasty situation a la her canon. It would be interesting to play out her re-meeting Jackson in a different time period and still being in the "wrong place and wrong time" and winding up being used again for it.
SAMPLES

LOG SAMPLE:
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
NOTES:

♬ Biffles and family.
♬ Friends and people she talks to regularly, thinks are interesting and has decent conversations with.
♬ People she talks to regularly and thinks are interesting but too intimidating to call friends.
♬ People she's met once and thought were pretty cool.
♬ People she's met once and thought were creepalicious.
♬ She's met you more than once and thought you were creepalicious.
♬ Dislike
♬ Will stab you with a pen the first chance she gets.


( not nearly finished )

If you feel like you should be on this list and aren't, let me know :) otherwise, it's mostly just people that Lisa has made a note of while talking to.

Additional note: this list is always changing! I.e., Joker would have been under friends that intimidate her until just recently, and he'll probably go back there soon. :) Just sayin'.

There's something really wrong with me, isn't there? The fact that I was more weirded out by... the fact that I prefer things the way they are to...

What's wrong with me?

[clears throat] Let's try this again ...Everyone out of the Twilight Zone? Good.

[pause, in a quiet voice.] Larsa, please tell me you remember who I am. Please. Don't be like Clint, let it just have been the virus.

Everyone who was affected, are you feeling all right? I've been... pretty worried.

[ooc; Strikes = recorded and erased.]

[filtered from Jackson // unhackable]
Joker, I think you owe me an explanation for what you did. At the very least, an explanation as to why you thought it was a good idea. What do you have to say for yourself? Actually, you know what, don't bother, I already know what happened and I'm not even entirely sure I can stand sitting here and talking it out with you. I just... I honestly don't even know what to say right now. What kind of reaction were you expecting by doing this, exactly?


( filtered to Jackson // unhackable )

It was a muggy, overheated Miami evening and Lisa had just gotten home from work. She fumbled the key into the door, juggling folders of work that she'd had to take home in order to finish by the time the weekend ended. After pushing her way through the door and dropping it all on the counter top, she tossed her purse on the dining table and kicked her shoes off under it, going immediately to the bathroom, digging in the cupboard for clean towels for Clint. A quick glance at the wall clock told her it was just past four and that she'd made good time on the drive home. She folded two towels and a wash cloth, leaving them on the counter top before she went back to the kitchen to sort through mail.

It had been a few weeks and the time had done wonders for Lisa's nerves - in that they were more shaken than they were when she first saw that Larsa would be going to stay at Dr. Cuddy's hospital. So, as soon as she'd heard that he was able to see visitors, she'd gotten a worldhop and headed to Princeton Plainsboro. He wasn't the only one in the ICU, but he was one of the few who was available for visitors. Larsa was still asleep when she arrived, so she took a seat in the - painstakingly uncomfortable - chair that was set out for visitors and waited beside the bed.

It had been 36 hours since then. She'd passed out intermittently, but most of her time was spent worrying. When she woke up this time, she went right to the nervous habit of folding her hands in her lap, wringing them together for a few moments before she sighed.

"I don't know if you can hear me or not, but... I'm so glad you're safe. I was so worried when I saw that post and..." She sighed, resting her hands on the bed side and leaning on her elbows. "I'm just glad that you're recovering."

It had been eight months since she'd been sitting in that airport and she still hadn't gotten comfortable with sitting in cantinas. The colored glass and the mosaic tiling always reminded her. Still, it was the best food that was close to the hotel, and it was lunch time and she'd never been so enthused to get out of there on her lunch break. It was always a mad house after fourth of July weekend and she was more than happy to get a reprieve, so there she sat, watching the ocean from the deck of the cantina at a table that was built for two, with only one menu and one glass of water, enjoying her own company.

It had been a while since she'd been able to be alone like this, have time to herself, time to think. She was enjoying it, leading her to warn the staff that she'd be taking an hour for lunch instead of her half hour and two fifteen minute breaks that day. Everyone knew the breaks didn't happen for her on a regular day anyway, so they didn't seem to mind.

For all the pomp and circumstance that was Fourth of July, Lisa was glad by the time the fifth had dawned and it was all over. Firework shows at the hotel, handling double-booked rooms and maintenance and all the drama that came with the tourist industry had settled into a lull as soon as the clock struck midnight. She spent all day keeping to herself. She'd had enough of other people for one day, and laying around on the couch with a homemade cocktail watching Oprah seemed like a suitable way to relax.

So, when dinner time rolled around and she was just getting to thinking of what she was going to cook, with the fan on high and the drapes drawn to keep the setting sun from peeking offensively through the window, she drew a hand over her face. All too often, the heat bred laziness, and when it was muggy and humid (when wasn't it?) that fact only got worse. She drew herself to her feet, adjusting her pajama pants and going to find the phone to order pizza.

[locked from Jackson Rippner and Joker ; hackable]
He doesn't remember anything. How can you just forget - he doesn't even remember details of his own life. How did that even happen? How can you just forget everything? I... I don't know whether I'm more worried or hurt.

God, I know I should just be glad he's okay, but it's like he's not even the same Clint. I just... I think I need to lie down. Maybe I'll wake up and this will all be a dream, since he's obviously not joking.

Maggie, can you come by sometime this week? I'd like to go for drinks, if that's okay with you.

I hate it.

I hate that I can't do anything but just sit here and accept it. I hate that no matter how strong I try to be now I can't go back and fix anything. I hate that I constantly feel as if I did something wrong, as if there were something more that I could do.

I hate that I have, in some sick way, felt grateful. I hate that I can't tell my therapist any of what's been going on and I hate that I'm scared to go to the police and I hate that I need a therapist in the first place. It makes me feel like I'm crazy. It makes me feel like he made me crazy.

And, I hate that I'm posting all of this even though none of it makes sense and I don't know why.