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NAME: Pierre Duboit
ALIASES: Chief of Culture and Agriculture, Chief, Chief Pierre, Etc.
KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: The Village of Costa Grande
DESCRIPTION:
Self Portrait, dressed for Halloween.
Pierre Duboit, also known as "Chief Pierre", is a Caucasian male with brown curly hair, green eyes, and stands at a height of 5'6. He is currently 19 and was last seen within the Costa Grande settlement of Level 125. Formerly the head chieftain of Costa Grande, Pierre currently advises its agricultural section, including all of its farms and greenhouses. Along with Pierre's claim to Chief of Agriculture he also holds the title of "Chief of Culture," preparing local events and holding events, such as festivals or gatherings. Due to Level 125's repetitive weather patterns, these events are hosted on specific days. They each happen once every 30 day/night cycles.
BEHAVIORS:
Pierre is known to be quiet, shy, and generally avoidant of conversation with strangers. He seems to prefer talking to people with a calm and supportive attitude. During conversations Pierre is very polite, cordial, and usually prefers talking over dinner since it provides him with a more relaxing setting. He doesn't usually attend the events he prepares and hosts, instead spending time alone at other locations, though the reason for this has not been implicitly stated.
Pierre does not often display critical behavior, but is very vocal about his complaints with the agricultural section, claiming that the pressure and importance of managing it stresses him out way too much. Due to the importance of his job, Pierre seems to have a very negative outlook on himself, and his potential, though support from his colleagues seems to help him cope with this quite well.
Pierre seems to be very fidgety and cautious, and has been described to us as jumpy and paranoid, by most coworkers we've questioned. Most of his public "alone time" seems to be spent tending to the crops, though there are a few exceptions to this. Pierre seems much more comfortable conversing with Ariel Reglado, Will Arehart, and a few of his other peers. In the rest of his spare time, Pierre claims that he often sketches, talks with his friends, gardens, bakes, and pursues other "culinary endeavors."
Begin Log: Time: 1:24 pm, 23rd Day.
Interviewer: M.E.G. Researcher Dale Clearwater
Interviewee: Pierre Duboit
(M.E.G. researcher Dale Clearwater presses the on button of the camera, slowly waving it around the general area. He seems to be in front of a small log cabin, flowers litter a small box next to the door, presumably a mini-garden.)
Dale: Good, good, this thing is working.
Dale: (He coughs briefly and clears the phlegm out of his throat and knocks on the door of the cabin. A thud can be heard within, followed by rapid footsteps. The doorknob wiggles around as whoever's inside tries to find the right pair of keys. Eventually the door unlocks and slowly cracks open.)
(A short man seems to step out into view of the camera, as they rub their eyes. They seem relatively young, though with very baggy eyes and a tired look.)
Pierre: Damnit… did-did someone steal more shit in the greenhouse again… (He goes silent as he looks back and forward at the camera and Dale. His pupils expand as he begins to consistently gaze into Dale's eyes.)
Pierre: Who are you, and uhhhh… what the heck's the deal with the camera? (He says while looking at the camera with a nervous grin.)
Dale: (He coughs again.) I'm Dale, a researcher for the M.E.G. I'm trying to get an interview with some of the staff around here, you're Pierre, correct?
Pierre: Wait you're here for an interview? Guh-gimme a second. (He rushes inside and can be heard opening and closing a few drawers, as well as a fridge, before rushing back on camera.)
Dale: (He raises a brow.) What was all that for?
Pierre: (He can be seen averting his gaze from Dale, as he scratches the back of his neck.) 'Was just setting up some stuff, I don't want the house messy when I've got a guest, you know?
(Both Dale and Pierre can be seen entering the building, before sitting down at a table. 2 cans of chicken noodle soup accompanied by plastic forks, sit on each end. A bat sits under one of the chairs.)
Dale: So, you are Pierre, correct?
Pierre: Oh shit, yeah that's me! sorry for not giving you an answer earlier, I've just got a lot on my mind right now is all…
Dale: If now's not a good time I could always come back another time. The M.E.G. doesn't really have this as a big priority, so there's no need to feel pressured.
Pierre: (He waves his hands and shakes his head, in an attempt to dissuade Dale of his worries.) No, no, it's fine! We all have our rough patches sometimes, it's uh… nothing to worry about. (Despite this, his eyes seem relatively sunken and bloodshot, a load of empty mugs can be seen within a bin in the far right corner of the room)
Dale: …If you say so.
Pierre: (An awkward moment of silent follows between the two as they eat some of the soup. Pierre decides to double check why Dale is here, likely in order to clear his suspicions and worried about Dale. Pierre's eyes dart to the wood bat under his chair.) So uhhhh… if you don't mind me asking again, why'd you come here?
Dale: (He sits in silence, before sighing.) I'm here to interview you on behalf of the M.E.G.
Pierre: (Pierre nods affirmatively, seemingly comforted by this.) Good, good. So, what did you need to ask? (Pierre says, rubbing his eyes as he talks.)
Dale: Glad you asked, lemme get started really quick. (He says as he pulls out a sheet of paper from his backpack. The sheet of paper seems to already have Pierre's name, age, and birth date.) Ok, first things first… when did you fall into the Backrooms?
Pierre: (He raises a finger to Dale and grabs a journal out of a nearby cabinet, and blows the dust off of it before opening it.) About… May 30th, 2001. Why would that even be important anyways?
Dale: It really isn't. It's just a formality is all. That aside, let's get to the meat of this, shall we?
Pierre: (He nods.) If-if you insist.
Dale: Moving on, after you got here, did anything special happen to you, any unlikely events?
Pierre: (He opens his mouth before pausing for a few seconds. His eyes dart left and right for a second, before he answers.) N-no, not really.
Dale: Are you sure? 100 percent sure?
Pierre: (He sighs and stares down at his journal.) I… I'm not but uhh…. would you mind if I asked a quick question?
Dale: This is about you Pierre, but go for it.
Pierre: Who's going to listen to this stuff? Can like, everyone see this?
Dale: If you mean non-M.E.G. employees, no. We like to keep our stuff private.
Pierre: (He sighs, presumably relieved.) Ok, ok, good.
Dale: That aside, let's get going again. Next question- (He gets cut off by Pierre.)
Pierre: Do-would you actually mind if I answered that last question? I've just… got some stuff I need to get off my chest. (He says taking a deep breath.)
Dale: (Dale gives him a surprised look before nodding.) Hey man, the more detail the better.
Pierre: If you uhhh… if you say so. (He clears his throat again.) S-so, I was working at my Uncle's farm before I got here. I tripped on my own feet and fell in but from what I've heard compared to others… at least until I got to Level 1. (He pauses and sort of just stares, likely deep in thought.)
Dale: So, did something happen then?
Pierre: (Pierre shakes for a brief moment.) Yeah, yeah of course. After I got to Level 1 I met this guy named Feurg, he was a per-pretty neat guy, around my age. He wasn't the nicest person but he knew how to make laugh, and in a place like this, that means a lot. Anyways, we went through Level 1 and 2 together, pretty comfortably too. Level 3 was a different story.
Dale: I know this doesn't mean anything but, what happened there?
Pierre: It took a good while to get through that place, and uhhh one night, a Hound managed to get the jump on me, I was honestly a bit amazed that it could even be killed but, we managed to do it. Feurg and I took that as a bad omen. We both knew we had to get out of there, and fast… (He sniffles, his eyes seem a bit watery.) So that's what we tried to do. (He pauses again and sniffles.) It uhhh… didn't end so well. One night when we were trying to get some shuteye we got woken up by something that sounded like an earthquake, and it was getting closer to us, so we decided to run in the opposite direction. A hound lunged at his leg and began eating, and I kept running… I can still remember the look on his face. (He says with tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.) He didn't make it- (He's quickly cut off by Dale.)
Dale: You can stop now.
Pierre: (he gets up and blows his nose into a tissue, before sitting back down.) Hey-hey… would it be fine if we continued this some other time?
Dale: Not at all, you mind if we pick this up tomorrow?
Pierre: (He sniffles again and sighs.) I don't want to be rude mister but, y-yeah I kind of don't wanna keep doing this, can we uhhh, call it quits here? (He says, smiling weakly.)
Dale: My bad, If you wanna continue that interview… feel free to you know, call me. (He says as he passes Pierre a sheet containing his phone number, before walking out the door.)
End Log: Time: 2:32 pm, 23rd Day
OTHER INFORMATION AND LOCAL RUMORS:
Due to the fact most of this information was received from locals or off camera, though this info was originally speculated to be false, Pierre has confirmed all the information below to be factual.
Rumor has spread through Costa Grande that Pierre is in a relationship with a rudimentary architect for some of the smaller local buildings, named Alex Kodiak. When asked this, he responded with "Look man, I-I don't know what you want me to say. I… I guess?". Due to this it is relatively believed and accepted as truth, though there is no other evidence to back this up, other than few of his close friends retally agreeing with this rumor.
Spec and Pierre seem to have a history between each other. According to Pierre they both met while trapped in Level 4 and became somewhat quick friends, a very uncommon occurrence for Pierre. Thanks to this coincidence Spec occasionally visits Level 125 to help Pierre in his endeavors.
For Pierre's privacy, the following will be vague and Paraphrased: In a recent non-recorded interview, Pierre explained his life before the backrooms by exclaiming that: "Everything was great until my little brother fell down that canyon. I feel like that was the uhhh… the straw that broke the camel's back, if you get what I'm trying to say. Mom and Dad sort of just… broke. I don't think I'll ever forget the looks they gave me after it happened." Due to Pierre's request, further information on this "predicament" has been removed. If this file is to be made public, the consent of Pierre is required.
