#connection.

HAYGEE ᯓ✦

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this blog is a piece of my existence ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

i like a lot of things, talk to me, lets connect !

now have a glimpse into my soul…

EVELYN JACKSON is requesting her EX HUSBAND.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Evelyn Jackson

Connection Type: Soon to be ex husband

Connection Name: Up to player!

Connection Age: 31 - 35

Suggested Face Claims: Jesse Lee Soffer, Michael Trevino, Charles Michael Davis, Jamie Dornan, Chris Hemsworth, Jake Gyllenhaal, Lakeith Stanfeld, utp!

CONNECTION DETAILS

He would also be a native of Fordbay but they never crossed paths as she might be a few years younger than him (depending on fc and choices you make for your character). He hated their hometown and couldn’t wait to get away, so as soon as he could he left for whatever reason and where you choose!

They met in California while Evie was in university at Cal Berkeley and they hit it off immediately. They both had desires to make it in Silicon Valley, she as a software developer and programmer and him as whatever you choose. Evie worked for Google and supported him pursuing his dreams. They held off on having children and all that during that pursuit.

A little more than a year ago she discovered he was having an affair. It literally devastated her. She left while he was out without word and headed back home to Fordbay. So I imagine he was rather worried and distraught since she just disappeared. Evie had come back home to Fordbay because he always expressed how much he hated it there and figured it was the last place he’d come to.

His reason for return is up to you! Whether its because of Evie or any other reason.

I always imagined him to be something of an opposite, something Evie told herself in the beginning was a little too good to be true. He was bold, charismatic, full of charm and not shy of his good looks.

CONTACT REQUIRED BEFORE APPLYING? Yes please! I would love to chat out the details!

        angelique sutcliffe : vivacious and still full of life at fifty - five, she’s commended for her strength in moving past the loss of her husband some years ago. a charming, head - turning personality and a woman of many words tend to mean that she’s loved where she goes, from the gloss of sharp nails to the flick of a sheer cloak. adoring, seemingly of life and all its people, the death of husband christopher and the circumstances behind it rattled the community.

        the body had been delivered to konstantin.

        there were whispers. and when she saw her late husband’s body after the process, she took one of konstantin’s hands in her own and smiled and told them that he looked peaceful, and that their succinct, deliberate manners reminded her of him.

HIEROPHANT: Hey. You're okay, right?

JUDGE: No! No, I'm not alright. Did you see what happened? Did someone hack into our account? I told you this was a bad idea and now someone- god knows who- is stalking us!

HIEROPHANT: We'll be fine. We have everything locked down. I think the connection just bugged out. New systems and all, y'know?

[The HIEROPHANT gestures vaguely]

JUDGE: A connection problem? Kane, someone was talking to us. How could that be a glitch?

HIEROPHANT: No, I mean the hex code-

JUDGE: I translated what... that said. Either they're onto us, or we're fucking with something much larger than just Cov spies.

[The JUDGE throws his hands in the air]

JUDGE: With all this and the riots going on, we aren't going to be safe at all anymore. We need to start taking precautions, walk in groups, bring weapons, just- something! God even knows how Klique is going to react, she's paranoid as it is without someone hacking into our blog.

HIEROPHANT: We'll be fine. Trust me. Ross has a hookup for some weapons, we can start carrying pagers or something, there are plenty of solutions. Look, the thing is...

[The HIEROPHANT sighs and pulls a small piece of paper from his pocket]

HIEROPHANT: Look at this. List of names and numbers. And check this o-

JUDGE: "Katie Harrison, 6637288." What? Why is...

HIEROPHANT: This is a list of their targets. Two people on this list were a part of that shooting on Wednesday. And guess what?

JUDGE: Wh.. how did you even find thi-

HIEROPHANT: Ross got it from a desk while he was clearing out a compound. They think it was a hitlist. Something like that.

JUDGE: Why are you showing me this now?! Why aren't you taking this seriously?

HIEROPHANT: I am! Why else would I show you this?

JUDGE: Our friends could get hurt, or even worse. You need to stop being so reckless, you need to tell us when something like this happens.

HIEROPHANT: Ross should have told us, but he couldn't because of you-know-who! This-

[The HIEROPHANT waves the paper]

HIEROPHANT: -could get us all killed, but it won't. Because we have ways to fix this. Jack, it'll be fine. Trust me. I just wanted to show you this so you know.

JUDGE: Oh you have a solution? Really? You have a solution, okay. What's your solution then?

HIEROPHANT: I'm fucking working on i-

JUDGE: What's your solution to a fucking cult knowing our full names and everything we've been saying about them? Better yet, where are Sayna and Klique in all this? Do they know what's happening? Why aren't they here?

[The JUDGE starts breathing fast, leaning against the wall]

HIEROPHANT: Look, it'll... it'll be okay. I promise. Sayna's known for a while. I'll tell Klique later today. I wanted to talk in person with you because...

[The HIEROPHANT holds out a blue-metal object, its top half splattered with maroon. The JUDGE steps back in obvious surprise]

HIEROPHANT: Rite of passage.

JUDGE: Wh... What is that?

HIEROPHANT: Keep yourself safe. It's loaded. Be careful.

JUDGE: Is that blood? What did you do..?

HIEROPHANT: I didn't do shit. It's one of Katie's retrievals. Sacrificial blood from the Cov if anything.

[The HIEROPHANT presses the gun into the JUDGE's hand, slowly backing away]

HIEROPHANT: Safety's on the left side. Get some ear protection if you can. Do not fucking flash that to anybody. Okay?

JUDGE: Wh...

[As the JUDGE grips the top of the object, the blood rubs off on his hand. He shoves the gun into his bag and immediately starts wiping his hands on his pants]

JUDGE: I think I'm gonna be sick...

[Exeunt.]

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