found myself a companion | o

[WINIFRED.]

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they were too self-centered , too territorial. their love was distributed , but only at their terms. one of her sisters had a cat once who seemingly had it out for winnie. winnie was awarded a hiss at every arrival , the only love she's given was when others weren't there to witness. if winnie could choose , she would say she's more of a dog person for the obvious reasons. they were loyal to you no matter the circumstance , and if given the opportunity , she'd attempt to care for one in a heartbeat. but she hadn't the opportunity , and hey , maybe that was good for the dog.

just because she isn't a cat person , however , doesn't mean she isn't an empathetic person. stray cats populated northstar , sometimes more bones than they were fur. winnie took it upon herself to feed them on her route to her garden , scraps from whatever was left over from dinner the night before they commuted by the garden she kept , started expecting her there. she didn't consider what troubles it may cause for her in the near future , definitely didn't think that they would start to follow her home.

at first , it's somewhat endearing , the way the cat tries to be so subtle , but winnie has noticed . she's noticed since she's left the garden , but now she's annoyed. "that's all the scraps i have for today , kitty , we can compromise next week." still , the cat either doesn't process , or ignores her words , only pausing to stare when she herself stops to look at him. she's too close to her home now. she needs to get him off her hands. sighing , she puts down the supplies she carries , sorting through her bag until she finds a half-eaten granola bar. do cats even like this ?

"is this what you want?" she asks , holding it out . carefully , he trees forward . sniffs. dissatisfied , he instead pushes his head against her , beginning to purr. "oh , man." she breathes.

[mickey]

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— mick couldn’t say he ever had a cat as a pet. likewise, he couldn’t say he had ever considered it, either. cats tended to come off as aloof, distant. detached. perhaps it was a bit hypocritical of him to say that when he could be just as he described them, sometimes. though he found that he had always favored dogs throughout his life. he never had the opportunity to have a childhood pet, but he oftentimes wished for a puppy. his parents weren’t in favor of a rambunctious pup running throughout the house, but a young boy could dream. as he grew up and got a dog, eventually tragically losing her, he figured it just wasn’t worth the heartache. no animal could ever take her place, it felt.

he left the clinic a bit early that day, wandering through the district aimlessly. it wasn’t until he watched winnie as she looked, annoyed, at her feline companion. “is this what you want?” she asked with a granola bar in hand. the cat disregarded the food and instead pushed his head against her, purring softly. as much as mick didn’t particularly like cats, he couldn’t help but note that it was an endearing sight.

“looks like someone likes you,” he commented eventually, eyes flitting from the cat and over towards winnie.

/short post i'm sorry

[GREENIE.]

Greenie had always been the most stereotypical dog person. An avid lover for his two small lap dogs, a chihuahua and a pug, he was never ashamed by the fact that he didn’t have a ferocious hound which could easily tower over Midas or Ginnie. In fact, he was proud of the fact that he had two ❛ babies ❜ to call his own. Not that they were currently in Northstar District; Green had asked for his best friend to take care of them in Bluestem until further notice, and for good reason too.

❝ They say that a person chooses their dog but a cat chooses their person. ❞ Green piped up as he stopped beside Mickey, his hands clasped in front of him. He chose to crack a tiny grin Winnie’s way, cocking his head to the side as he then lowered his head to look at the cat. ❝ You’re gonna have to give it a name now. ❞ He kidded lightly, but perhaps he wasn't too far from the truth.

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✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed british accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 70%
    ¬ current injuries: he's gotten a series on unexplained injuries all over him.
✫ mental health - 50%
    ¬ he's turned into a shell of the man he used to be; paranoid, anxious and visibly distressed with an apparent change in character.

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: hard // mentally: medium
✫ his weapon of choice is a bat, yet he only has it for defense
✫ also has a bow and arrow, but uses it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[WINIFRED.]

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"uh . . . yeah," she says sheepishly, her face not too far off from the color of her favorite red lipstick. "but really, i just think he likes the food I give him. i've been kind of.. feeding the strays for a week now." and this little one , she doesn't remember being as persistent. maybe he figured the way of getting first dibs was was to follow her home. smart , she had to admit.

green is soon to follow. they say a person chooses their dog but a cat chooses their person. she's never heard such a thing said before , but it makes sense. only briefly does the stray look towards the newcomers before pushing its head onto her hand once more. she couldn't stand here all day, though. sighing, winnie picks up her supplies, the cat backing up accordingly, peering up at her with a flick of its tail. "a name. . ." she murmurs. "jack... owen... no" she thinks, not wanting it to be something simple or unoriginal. as she racks her brain, her thoughts roll back to synopsis of movies she used to read, of actors names sprawled in big letters. "how about fleas witherspoon?" her eyes light up , obviously proud of the punny name , looking over at the two other men for approval.

[atticus]

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atticus knows, for absolutely certain, that if he were an animal, he'd be a cat.

one might assume, personality wise, he'd be a dog. some big, goofy thing, with floppy ears and a tongue that doesn't stay in his mouth. but he was a cat, just not one of the asshole ones. one of those strays that approached anyone, passing out love and affection freely, in hopes for a treat, be it a good petting or something edible. he was almost pushy in his social interactions, often showing up unwelcome and refusing to fuck off.

you tell a dog to go away enough, and like the simple creatures they are, they do; cats, like atticus, come back until they've worn you down and forced you into tolerating their companionship. similarly, dogs were loyal, staying with whoever showed them enough love, whereas cats (and, again, cat-man himself) followed whatever it was that made them into strays in the first place. they went where they desired, moving along without much care or hesitation. more than once, he'd picked up in the middle of the night, long gone by dawn.

thus, cat-man came swindling up, hands in his pockets, brandishing a grin at the sight of the two men and the blonde. [color=#53757f]"gorgeous and a cat person?" he says immediately, never one for shyness, [color=#53757f]"you're the whole damn package." he's a flirt, had been his entire life, and there's no expectation behind his words or his gaze. he doesn't check her out, doesn't go for a once-over.

he does, however, look at the cat, and something shifts in his eyes. brightens, excites, comes alive. [color=#53757f]"holy fuck, look at it though," he says excitedly, and without much care or hesitation, drops to a crouch, peering at the creature. [color=#53757f]"is it a dude or a lady? or are we not, like, assigning it gender?" he demands, glancing up at winnie with curiosity.

[mickey]

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— she had been feeding the stray cats for about a week at that point. mick huffed gently, a subtle amusement in his ocean eyes. “once you feed them, they’ll never leave you alone,” he mused softly, crossing his arms absently over his chest. it didn’t appear like cats were her favorite at this point, seeming almost reluctant to pet the mangy stray. “have you ever had a cat before?” he asked, almost as an afterthought. there seemed to be so much he didn’t know about most members in the district; perhaps now was a chance to change that.

green showed up, cracking a phrase that mick hadn’t heard before. though, as he considered it, it didn’t appear to be wrong, either. dogs seemed more affectionate than cats; whoever cats picked as their owner must mean something. when asked about a name, winnie considered it quietly to herself for a few moments. he shifted his weight onto one leg absently, looking between her and the cat. at the name, he almost visibly paused.

fleas witherspoon? “it’s-” he glanced over towards green, as if he could help him come up with what to say. blunt as he was, he didn’t seem to have the heart to tell her his exact thought on it. it wouldn’t be the first name to come to mind, that was for sure. “creative.” that wasn’t a lie. he looked back towards winnie, as if wondering if that sign of approval was enough. atticus swooped in then, along with his far more extroverted words of validation. he couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. this guy was something else; entertaining, even.

[GREENIE.]

Winnie seemed to rack her brain for a name for the feline, Green slowly lowering his head to look down at the cat whilst she went through names. Jack? Owen? Green frowned a little - uh, he wasn’t sure what sorts of names she liked the sound of, but he hoped that Jack or Owen wouldn’t be one of them. When he suggested she should think of a name, he didn’t mean to think of the worst names for a cat. But, Green chose to crack a polite smile, shifting from foot to foot as he watched the cat. And then, Winnie came up with a name.

Fleas Witherspoon.

He tried to stifle a cackle. Oh no, this poor cat. Winnie looked up towards Green and Mickey, and Green quickly sobered up, lips parted as he looked towards Mick for his answer. Please say something, Mick. Green wasn’t even sure what to say. As Mick spoke, Green pointed his thumb in the direction of the older man. ❝ Yeah, what he said. ❞ Green was quick to agree before Atticus turned up.

His words were flirtatious, Green lifting a brow at Atticus before glancing over to Winnie. ❝ Is it a dude or a lady? ❞ Atticus asked, Green replying quietly as he watched the cat, ❝ A supermodel actually. ❞ Green went quiet. Wait… Reese Witherspoon was a supermodel, right?

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags : updated 03/23]basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 80%
    ¬ current injuries: he's recovering from a series of unexplained injuries.
✫ mental health - 60%
    ¬ he's currently recovering after a long term traumatic incident where he was being abused.

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: medium // mentally: medium
✫ he has a bow and arrow, but tends to use it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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