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( ABIGAIL COWEN, 20, BISEXUAL ) DOLLY MCGREGOR: Known for her BOLD NATURE this doxie comes from MANCHESTER and can turn any cull into a beggar. Described as CARING but also OUTSPOKEN, this will certainly be a ride for anyone looking for one. So make your way over to the BAWDY house on RUSSELL STREET if you’re not remiss about losing FIVE SHILLINGS.
this is going to be quite unrefined compared to the other intros i have done but nONEthELESS
her full name is dorothea but she has ALWAYS gone as dolly.
born to an unknown mother and an unknown father, dolly had been dropped on the courtrooms doorstep and the rest is history.
she didn’t live on the streets but she did indeed live with a policeman and his family till the age of fourteen.
the person who picked her up had fallen sorry for the girl, but he and his family never included her as family. so she has no IDEA what family means or how they act with one another.
she was simply an outsider with a group of people who looked after her till she could work for herself.
dolly had grown into a strikingly beautiful girl before she knew it, with waves of red pooling down her back with pale skin that resembled something of a china girl. she always says that whomever her parents were, they must’ve been handsome to make a face like hers.
she may have always been alone in the world but dorothea is a caring friend and lover, she puts her friends above anyone else and ever since joining the bawdy house on russell street at fifteen, she has collected girls to adore.
being a harlot didn’t mean the end of the world. if anything, it gave her purpose. dolly was no longer a street orphan who moped under shelters but instead, she gave pleasure and acted out to various fantasies. she let boys have her however they wanted, she let her boss order her around in exchange for an extra penny.
though pretty, dolly had never been given the gift of the brain and hadn’t auctioned off her virginity like she should’ve. instead, she gave it to the next person who came along simply so she could join the bawdy house as soon as possible. she wanted to start trading, to make money and gather a slice of freedom for herself.
with no dreams or ambition, the only thing she could set her sights on was the golden square where all the better girls went to. she knew she looked the part, but with her bad clothes and poor english there was no chance in a place on that finely lit road.
then everything changed.
A YEAR AGO dolly became pregnant with a cull who had often visited her. they were close but nothing proper ever came off it - not that dolly ever wanted that. though the pregnancy had came as a surprise, but she knew who was the father due to her sickness that had left her bedridden for the weeks before she knew off her condition.
though young, dolly decided to keep the child so she could prove to the world that she could do what her parents could not. though she couldn’t help but praise God when the baby turned out to be a boy! living in russell square with a baby is hard, but with a girl she would’ve had to prepare herself for giving her away to become a harlot like herself.
lastly, she took the name MCGREGOR after seeing it in a newspaper when she learned to read for the first time at 15... and i oop.
❝ i mean how is it MY fucking fault that she can't keep her man satisfied ? [ ... ] you should've seen the way he was panting after me like some stray dog it was embarrassing . ❞ she spills , her voice falling into a mumer by the end of the sentence the minute the subject of conversation grew nearer . she shoves the smirk on her face down to a feeling , eyes fleeting over her frame for a second in search of [ ... ] something . the previously entertained crowd descends into a soft , awkward mummer , caught in the act . ❝ oh [ ... ] hey babe . i'm SO GLAD that you're here . we didn't know if you were gonna make it , i heard about the break up and all . ❞ her sympathy is drenched with an artificial sweetness , amusement shrouding the supposed pity in her eyes .
Theo has to get a better look, because he can't be seeing what he thinks he's seeing. Focusing his invisible binoculars, they can get a really good look at the unmistakeable plastic flesh. "Dolores!?" He puts his invisble binoculars aside, approaching her -- cautiously. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes!" He... doesn't know what to do, now. Theo isn't used to taking things seriously, but he can't be flippant about this.
"I thought you died." They say this accusingly, as if she'd left Theo personally. For lack of anything more eloquent (Theo had never been the best with words, of the three of them), he holds his arms out in a silent, and remarkably pathetic, request for a hug. @animusvenenatus
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“are you mad at me now?” (for dolly, from tatiana)
“i think mad is an overstatement.”
dolly kicks back in her office chair, feet propped on her desk. she lights a cigar in her hands, not even sparing tatiana a glance.
though once she does—looking up as she takes a drag and then promptly exhales the smoke—it’s clear her eyes are scanning tatiana’s face. her expression.
dolly noticed tatiana’s fauxness, much like she did with everything in this city. though long before she arrived, she learned to pick her battles. or better yet… wait. everything has its uses in time.
the cigar smoke rises, masking half of dolly’s face in grey. but it clears and she relaxes in her chair once more, looking away from tatiana and taking another casual drag.
“you just annoy me,” dolly states bluntly before tilting her head to the side with an almost-sigh, “don’t take it personally. just the way she goes.”
Billie can feel the dissociative fog slipping over her, inevitably. She knows when it's happening, she's just never figured out how to stop it. Her gaze is fixed on the middle distance, expression absent; everything starts feeling so heavy. Fuck. She knows she's pulling the gravity down -- she certainly can't move easily right now. And it's got to be dragging the woman near her down, too.
"...Sorry..." Feels like her voice is coming from a stranger. She'll never understand why she can't just pull her soul back into her body when these moments come over her. "S'me... trying to stop." Billie stares at the hands in front of her. Her own hands. Broad, calloused from weight lifting. Might as well be the dainty, plastic-perfect fingers of the blonde, though, for how much they feel like her own. @animusvenenatus