Trillian Jones Focker
Trillian Focker
Storm Chaser/Trucker
Trillian_55@yahoo.com
Trillian_55@yahoo.com
Trillian is Leerso's younger sister. They are very close and they hang out together often.
When Trillian went out on her own, her mother sent her to New Orleans specifically to work as a janitor at a physics laboratory. Trillian thought this to be rude, as Leerso was allowed to go anywhere and do anything she wanted. But soon, Trillian came to enjoy her job. She was often the only person there, save a few scientists finishing up on projects. One day, she happened to be walking down the hall, with her mop, minding her own business, when one of those scientists ran straight into her, and knocked her flat. She noted that he just happened to be probably the largest one there too.
He apologized profusely, as Trillian backed him into a corner. Then he picked up his books and ran away. The next day, he found her again, snuck up on her, and apologized again, for making her mad. She wondered why he was hanging around, so she figured that he was just one of those weird little scientists who overdo things.
But the next evening, she kept an eye out for him, and at one point, she saw him walk down a hall to leave. He looked back at her, half-smiled, and took off. Out of curiosity, she followed him, to see where he'd come from, found his room and his name, then went back to work. She wondered that night why she'd cared.
And the next day, she didn't see him. Nor the day after that. On the third day, she brought in an absolutely huge dog she'd been fostering (it was in rescue) and, after checking that no one was around, she let the dog do something akin to wandering, while she proceeded to do something akin to janitorialism.
Then, as she knew he would, that scientist came back. But when he did, she didn't know it until she looked over, saw her dog gone, then heard his signature roar, a crash and a scream. She took off around the corner to find the dog standing on the scientist
-Onhondo- and grabbed his lead, to pull him off. But, as she expected, the dog wouldn't let go of Onhondo's shoulder. She ran back to get her mop, stuck it in the back of the dog's mouth (like a bit) and used it to wedge his mouth open. Onhondo, who was in a state of utter panic, jumped to his feet, and the dog, who outweighed Trillian, lunged at him. His teeth clicked together inches from the scientist's face, and Onhondo stumbled backward. The dog lunged again, and his teeth nearly made sparks on the zipper of his pants. Later, as Trillian bandaged Onhondo's shoulder, she told him that the dog's nickname was "Castrator" and for good reason. She told him that this dog was a Caucasian Ovtcharka, a breed from Russia, with an intense drive to protect, and that next time she'd bring her geriatric Dachshund. He thanked her, gathered up what he'd come back for, and left. She wondered at his ability to forgive her.
The next night, Onhondo wasn't the only scientist there, but he and his friend came up to her, and asked about her dog. "He's not really mine." she said, "He's a rescue dog. His former owner gave him up because he didn't have the correct temperament for the breed. I can see what he meant, now, since the dog didn't kill you." After that, the three of them sat together and talked about various things. Onhondo's friend wanted to see the dog, so Trillian retrieved him from the car, and introduced the two scientists to him as friends. The dog was much different than Onhondo expected.
I need to finish this in a couple days
(pic by Rita)
