[Character] Clone Sigmund Freud
[Canon] Afterschool Charisma
[Player] misdreavus Yuli
[RP] somarium
[E-mail] paintbubbles [at] gmail [dot] com
[AIM] OmgPliskin
[Timezone/Availability] GMT -8 (Pacific Time U.S.)

Important Entries for somarium
◉ psychoanalyzer formerly used account on LiveJournal
◉ Info/Permissions
◉ Voicemail
◉ Dreams
◉ Voice Posts
◉ Somarium Logs
◉ Relationship Reference
◉ Activity Tracking
◉ HMD
◉ Other characters: prosecutes Miles Edgeworth | vodkas Russia (Ivan Braginski)

[Following his original's theories like every good clone should, Freud has spent the better part of today observing feral dogs and cats going about their everyday lives in the alleyways of Somni. Though he's got nothing entirely remarkable to show for it, as the original Sigmund Freud said, "time spent with cats is never wasted". As the sun approaches the horizon, he decides to call it a day.... until he spots something lying in an alleyway that really should not be there. It's the badly bruised and headless body of [Bad username or site: nie-unschuldig title= @ livejournal.com]. Facing such a sight, the teenager can't help but worry for his own safety.

He drops his Dreamberry in the process of fumbling for it, which activates a voice broadcast. The sound of shoes hastily moving on paved ground can be heard, as well as a scraping noise once the device is picked up.]

Another murder...?

[It's then that it switches over to video, showing the terrified face of a young man who has obviously just seen something very traumatizing. A noise comes from further down the alleyway, most likely a stray cat, but Freud whips his head in the direction of the noise, interprets it as a threat, and makes a mad dash for a nearby hiding place. The Dreamberry is pressed up against his chest as he flattens himself against a wall behind a dumpster. For a minute or so, the screen is entirely black, and all that can be heard is rapid breathing accompanied by a rapid heartbeat. Once it becomes apparent that no one is there anymore, Freud finally calms down enough to figure out what his Dreamberry is doing, turn off the unintentional broadcast, and send a hastily typed text message.]

[Text to Sherlock:]

Theres a dead body here waht should i do??