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TATIANA DOGSWORTH
She knew this place like the back of her hand, it was like a maze that only a few knew where the exit could be. A labyrinth, a true labyrinth a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way; a maze. Some people got lost, wandering the passages till they go mentally insane. Twelve years though, it gives you a long enoguh time too know the place like the back of your hand. But that didn't mean she had been in every, single, last building there is in the territory. There was on in particular she was interested in, it was a warehouse, all the doors are borded up unable to be gettin into, it was suprise no one lived there. Trust me, Tatiana tried to get in there along time ago, but still never succeded. It was a bit out too the border of the city limits, but it was still in its boundaries.
Climbing up a ladder the girl knew she was wearing a skirt, but fuck it she wanted to be up on this building. Putting a step down on the roof of the warehouse she crossed her arms slightly. Walking around she wasn't expecting anything to happen, nothing ever happened when she was up here. Suddenly walking over a part of the roof suddenly she heard a creak. Soon she looked down, but you know moving off the weak part of the ceiling it caved in underneath her feet. Look she wasn't a heavy girl, she was light weight and she knew that, but fuck this god damn buildings and their shitty durability. Free falling she was expecting to smack dead on the group, break her fucking limbs and never bee is seen again. But hell how was she suppose to tell the tale right! No, she fell into a foam pit, yes you god damn heard me, a foam pit.
Climbing up from being so far down she closed her eyes in an automatic reaction. And suddenly none of the foam was above her head and she grasped onto the edge of the pit to pull herself up. Wipping her eyelid, she then opened them, her green hues looking around, it was really dark, to be honest, after all, lights aren't a fucking thing. The windows of the warehouse happened to be pretty boarded up, but from the sunlight shining through from the place she fell she got up onto her feet.
It smelt like death in here she couldn't deny that. "Hey!" She yelled out to the opening she bet someone was out there, she didn't think she needed help if anything attacked her, but she liked to have someone with her. Hey, she's paranoid after all. "Anyone out there!!" Scratching the back of her head she could see the dust lifting into the air. Walking up to what she could figure was a window, boarded up by someone, she gripped onto one of the planks, pulling it off. The nails weak and rusted, and the wood was weak it wasn't too difficult.
Light from tearing the boards off, suddenly light flooded the room, she glimpsed back, noticing some what this place is or what it was. A skatepark, some would call it an indoor skatepark or a underground skatepark.
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 04/08/17]GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Top Dog
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:
INTERACTION
✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically extremely hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
Climbing up a ladder the girl knew she was wearing a skirt, but fuck it she wanted to be up on this building. Putting a step down on the roof of the warehouse she crossed her arms slightly. Walking around she wasn't expecting anything to happen, nothing ever happened when she was up here. Suddenly walking over a part of the roof suddenly she heard a creak. Soon she looked down, but you know moving off the weak part of the ceiling it caved in underneath her feet. Look she wasn't a heavy girl, she was light weight and she knew that, but fuck this god damn buildings and their shitty durability. Free falling she was expecting to smack dead on the group, break her fucking limbs and never bee is seen again. But hell how was she suppose to tell the tale right! No, she fell into a foam pit, yes you god damn heard me, a foam pit.
Climbing up from being so far down she closed her eyes in an automatic reaction. And suddenly none of the foam was above her head and she grasped onto the edge of the pit to pull herself up. Wipping her eyelid, she then opened them, her green hues looking around, it was really dark, to be honest, after all, lights aren't a fucking thing. The windows of the warehouse happened to be pretty boarded up, but from the sunlight shining through from the place she fell she got up onto her feet.
It smelt like death in here she couldn't deny that. "Hey!" She yelled out to the opening she bet someone was out there, she didn't think she needed help if anything attacked her, but she liked to have someone with her. Hey, she's paranoid after all. "Anyone out there!!" Scratching the back of her head she could see the dust lifting into the air. Walking up to what she could figure was a window, boarded up by someone, she gripped onto one of the planks, pulling it off. The nails weak and rusted, and the wood was weak it wasn't too difficult.
Light from tearing the boards off, suddenly light flooded the room, she glimpsed back, noticing some what this place is or what it was. A skatepark, some would call it an indoor skatepark or a underground skatepark.
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 04/08/17]GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Top Dog
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:
INTERACTION
✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically extremely hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?