then i don't exist here either.

i think this was ginger snaps

‘  bold of you to assume that i can’t throw a punch.  ’  she works out. sometimes. ‘  i am an excellent punch-thrower. i’d demonstrate, but i wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.  ’  well. with violence. there’s other reasons she’d ruin it, but she keeps those to herself, tucked away and folded up in a far corner of her heart. if she’s learned anything from her family, it’s how to repress. ‘  is this about the college thing?  ’

‘ yeah? you wanna wrestle instead and see who comes out on top? ’  there’s a flash of a grin. the regret does eventually set in, but it’s hidden in a laugh as she turns away.  

light streams through the kitchen windows as joey rummages through the fridge. it’s the first day off she has had in a week, and all she is asking for is a decent breakfast. of course, she’s been crashing at bunny’s apartment, so she probably should have lowered her expectations. 

          ❛ jesus christ. you don’t shop ? ❜ joey needs to shout over the sweet sounds of ritchie valens’ la bamba, currently playing on the classic rock station of bunny’s hijacked radio. her voice is further obscured by the toast in her mouth. voice lowered now, ❛ nobody needs this much … smirnoff. ❜ | @rekant

despite rising with the sun, she makes some comment about it being too early, her hand rising to block the sun from getting into her eyes. those curtains usually stay closed for days at a time, opening only when the smoke hangs so thick and heavy in the room she’s got to open the window. they’re certainly never drawn before noon.

i think this was ginger snaps

feels like more of an accusation than a question, doesn’t it. she inhales deeply, exhales through her mouth. 

FULL NAME.  jacqueline angela hall

NICKNAME.  jack! that’s it!

GENDER. ?!?!?!!??!?! not as cis as we (she) had originally thought. let her process she will comment later

HEIGHT.  5′

AGE.  twenty..something...at least 26...has to do the math

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english

physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR.  very dark brown

EYE COLOR.  light brown. warm

SKIN TONE.  pale as hell

BODY TYPE. lean and toned because she runs daily

VOICE.  always gentle and a little raspy, a little stutter now and then

DOMINANT HAND. right

POSTURE.  shes slouchin

SCARS. lots of lashes / hot-poker brandings on her back. i know he split her head open at some point and it almost killed her so maybe if you ever have reason to feel around her scalp you’ll notice but otherwise, there’s a big ugly scar there. maybe a few little scars on her legs from falling off bikes and or on her forehead from running into trees during childhood

TATTOOS.  absolutely not

BIRTHMARKS. lots of freckles, if they count

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  shes tiny

childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH.  minnesota, somewhere

HOMETOWN. ^

SIBLINGS.  a younger sister, ramona @hellkitten. this is also the only place i get to mention tilly (her niece, mona’s kid) so im doing that, so that we all know

adult life

OCCUPATION.  waitress at a dingy little 24-hour diner. prefers the night shift

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  idk, wherever the rp scene takes place. probably fucking nyc

CLOSE FRIENDS.  bunny (but she’s not happy about it), trish walker @hellkitten, ari fogel @cowboynoir, joe @dustroads, im putting kate austen @hellkitten (again) here for my health

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  verse dependent but usually dating butterfly @bonnmot

FINANCIAL STATUS.  scraping by. her parents pay half her rent

DRIVER’S LICENSE.  nope!

CRIMINAL RECORD.  she murdered someone

VICES. drinking, reckless and impulsive behaviour, violent outburts

sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. lesbian

LIBIDO.  like, moderate, but it’s not something she’s ever acted on until recently and there has to be A Lot of trust involved, so. libido =/= tendency to sleep w people is what i’m getting at

TURN ONS.   i think it’s finally time that we acknowledged that jack’s into blondes

TURN OFFS.  not respecting boundaries (of which there are many), rudeness, abrasiveness, violence is a weird one because she’s into it if you’re doing it For A Good Reason (chaotic good king) but if there’s malice behind it she’s Outta there

LOVE LANGUAGE.  honesty/being forthcoming, sleeping in the same bed, hand holding, will read the books you like and watch the movies you recommend. she and trish are watching the entire sarah connor chronicles tv show in like 2 sittings 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  slow and steady with physical stuff by emotionally? easily swept off her feet

miscellaneous

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  idk man. head alone / julia jacklin has the right vibe

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  runs frequently, does her best to sit still long enough to read, works a lot

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right

PHOBIAS. crowds, the dark, small rooms, being tied up (duh), cars with people she doesn’t know (esp on her own), any man

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   very low but stable enough because we don’t think about it

VULNERABILITIES. she’s very easily stressed just leave her be

Tagged by: @dustroads 

Starter for @rekant

     “Now, I don’t know about all this.” It seems almost too good to be true. Sure, it would be nice to be brought back to life, to not have to worry about freaking other people out, to be able to walk around freely and not have to spend his nights floating around an empty hotel room.

     But things like these always have some kind of catch. What if something goes wrong? What if he’s stuck with this gaping hole in his stomach forever? What if… oh, he doesn’t even want to think about that last one. He does, however, want to think about whether or not he wants to go through with this. “Say, do you think I could get back to you? Maybe later?”

Cordelia’s particular brand of magic is a foul, messy ordeal, but here she stands, beautiful as ever, wrapped in so many enchantments and false layers there’s no real knowing what the core would look like, if you managed to peel them all away. Some blackened, charred thing, perhaps. Old and weathered and clinging to life.

‘No,’ she says lightly, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. She doesn’t have the time, the patience, or the energy to deal with maybe. 

‘Painless. All of this sounds real good, Boyd, what a surefire way to get into my good books,’ he doesn’t need this office conversation, it’s just taking up time, and if Boyd is going to do something stupid he will no doubt end up doing it anyway. ‘You know what? Let me walk you out.’

Isn’t it that when something sounds too good to be true, it usually is? Still, he rises from the chair they’ve had him in for the better part of the last hour, stretching out, rolling his shoulders. There’s something to be said about the feeling one has, knowing all the things they both know, and still walking out of the building a free man.

He grins, all teeth.