MS. BELIEVER / JOINING / OPEN

VWHITLOCK · (This post was last modified: 04-13-2017, 06:11 PM by VWHITLOCK.)

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J. HOLLOWAY · 04-12-2017, 02:52 AM

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Though he loathed the idea of admitting it, Jason did share some of Whitlock's fear. Just a bit, just enough that the idea of his brother caring for someone else more upset him, just enough that he worries after the day that Tim sees through all the bullshit and leaves him. Strangers don't do shit for him, so maybe they're not the same in that respect, yet he can't help but crave contact from time to time, no matter who he got it from. And just the same, he would search for a space where he could be alone, apart from everyone else just to breathe clean air, untainted by all of their thoughts and issues. That was where he had been when she was approaching, just out and about doing typical late-teenager things like brooding, kicking rocks, and finding out where the hell this stranger was going. The teenager hadn't strayed too far from the safety of the doors, simply because he would hate to get chewed out by someone that he couldn't snap back at, so by the time Whitlock musters the courage necessary to knock, he's making himself known off to the side, whistling a sharp little sound at her to get her attention. "This the setup to a bad joke or your way of saying hi? Most people use words. Not that you need to, I guess."

[div style="background=; border:0;font-size: 9.6pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.2; width: 527px"][spoiler=THEY WERE KIDS THAT I ONCE KNEW | INFORMATION; 03/17/2017]‣ Jason "Jay" Holloway / Gives out nicknames freely, but dislikes them from strangers.
‣ Cisgender Male / Bisexual Biromantic / No Clear Preference / Hypersexual / Flirtatious
‣ Taken? Nobody Knows (don't ask) / Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â½ Jaytim [OTP?] / ⅓ Daredona [BROT3?/QPT3?]
‣ About Eighteen / Born July 7th / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Younger Brother of Bruce H.
‣ Obviously heavily reliant on his inner circle, but still attached to Bruce, Dick, and Stevie.

‣ 6'1 & 170-190 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined but not to any scary extreme.
‣ Kinda messy, short black hair. Cropped close on the sides but with a slightly longer top.
‣ Cold pale grey-blue eyes. | Constant wolf's grin, reckless and intimidating. "I can and will."
‣ Warm, moderately tanned skin. Freckles on his shoulders from constant exposure to sun.
‣ Wears layers. An undershirt, a shirt, a worn down red hoodie, and some jacket over top.
‣ Black or white undershirts, tight. Jacket is either black, leather or whatever he picks up.
‣ 9mm pistol; holster on right thigh. | Worn set of throwing knives. | Spiked brass knuckles.

‣ Hot mess. | Lots of issues that he hides with a lot of sarcasm. Be careful around him.
‣ Mostly just a stressed teenager with terrible sleeping habits and an inferiority complex.
‣ Adaptable and weirdly charming, able to convince most people with a smile or a threat.
‣ Hardworking and focused, but incredibly snarky and emotionally distant. Picks favorites.
‣ Has a terrible temper and doesn't balk from doing immoral things, but sticks to his code.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but particularly overprotective of his small group he calls family.
‣ Lowkey suicidal but feels bad about thinking like that. Not obvious about it, just reckless.
‣ Likes to start fights because he can and because he's an adrenaline junkie. Don't fall for it.

trello · 04-13-2017, 02:17 AM

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VWHITLOCK · 04-13-2017, 06:34 PM

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MS. BELIEVER / JOINING / OPEN
VWHITLOCK Posts:3 #1 04-09-2017, 09:07 PM (This post was last modified: 04-13-2017, 06:11 PM by VWHITLOCK.) [align=center] [table]
foxwell made this	if there was anything whitlock hated with her entire being, it was being alone. she had a fear of it, to put it simply. she needed to be around people, strangers or friends, much like a person needed oxygen. that very reason is why she stood outside a closed garage, one hand loosely holding a wooden baseball bat and the other stuffed in her decimal jacket. she had heard of this community while wandering through the loner lands, and decided to see if it was worth her time, or to put it more accurately, if she was worth their time. three breaths, whitlock thought to herself. three breaths and then a decision. three deep breaths came and went and still, the twenty year old had yet to reach a decision. what if they only took in people who were useful to their community? they would kick her out as soon as they figured out that she had, quite possibly, the most sheltered background. shaking herself of such thoughts, she took her hand out of her pocket and knocked on the garage three times, hoping that was the proper thing to do in their eyes.
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the past few weeks had been rough. it was an odd feeling that came over the girl every few years – days started blaring together until weeks became blurred memories. she couldn't explain what it was, or why it happened, but one thing she did know was that she had to come back strong. so, that's exactly what she did. the first thing she did was tend to her plants. the heavy rain had them thriving, but she still missed them dearly, so a long overdue visit was necessary. she stuck the garden a few days too long, and now it was finally time to address the community she left for a few weeks. hopefully no one will be upset because of her absence. though, she did worry about bub. poor, poor bub might've been freaking out when she realized she wasn't just out for a run. well, at least she'd able to clear the air now. after years of carefully sneaking in and out of the warehouse, trying to stealthily find her way back inside wasn't too hard of an issue. but, like most days, there were some people gathered outside. the first a boy older than her who seemed to still be in his rebellious stage, and a girl whom she'd never met, presumably here to join. new members were always welcomed, for the most part, so the small blonde decided to introduce herself and make the community known. she approached calmly, as not to startle the two. hearing the boy's comment, she playfully added "don't mind him, your free to do as you please. i assume you're here to join? first and foremost, you're not an outcast from the badlands, right?" she studied the girl with curious eyes, trying to understand as much as she could before formally introducing herself. wait. she forgot to introduce herself. blushing slightly, she quickly mumbled out a few more words. "i'm lottie, by the way! well, actually my name's charlotte, and you can call me that, or lottie, if you prefer!"	foxwell made this
✦ sixteen ✦ bi-curious ✦ st. peter's ✦ bio
foxwell made this	whitlock jumped at the sudden noise, gripping her bat tightly. she had always been rather jumpy, but today she was exceptionally nervous, only adding on to how stupid she thought she must've looked. just as she was about to stammer out an answer, she heard a second voice, only this one seemed less sarcastic. her gripped loosened only a bit, however she was still visibly tense. "i- ah- no, i don't think i'd call myself a badlands outcast." she stammered, looking from the girl to the boy, and then back again. "i'm valerie whitlock, but everyone usually calls me whitlock. well, everyone i've ever met called me whitlock." her free hand was balled into a fist, slightly dulled thumbnail digging into her skin as a nervous habit. god, she must've seemed pathetic to them. a person who stammered when giving a first impression could never seem calm and collected to the other person ever again in whitlock's eyes.
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