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therapy -- open - JOSEPHINE - 03-29-2020
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]in all honesty, josephine found her new job of foraging quite boring. she knew the necessity of it, they need the resources and to eat, however, wandering the mountain, looking for the few things growing at the current seasonal change and trying to find rabbits or birds to eat is a tedious and a relatively solitary, quiet job. joey is a very sociable person, extroverted and attention-seeking, so the job brings her to extreme boredom pretty quickly. she's been trying to entertain herself the best she can: playing in the snow even though she hates the cold, target practice with her throwing knives and dabbling with some archery since she'd begin to learn, and just trying to explore somewhat, without getting lost of course. on her last outing, she had stumbled across the barn and seen puppies. puppies! she'd fallen in love, a first for joey, and she knew, she needs a pup to be at her side at all times. plus, they could help her hunt, it's a win win. she will be a better member of flintlock with a puppy. then, there's the therapeutic aspect of having something to care for. with the raid on her family's home, joey's been in a strange head space. the girl has shoved all the feelings about it out of sight and mind, as she usually does, but it's catching up on her. while she's on her own and everything is quiet, sounds muffled by the layer of snow coating everything, joey finds herself jumpy, a sensation she's very unfamiliar with and unsettled by. her heart begins to race and every muscle in her body tenses, she's convinced, every single time, that they are out to finish the job, to kill her and the remaining family. joey always saw their family as untouchable until the fire and the raid seems to be the last nail in the coffin, they really weren't anything. maybe it's a symptom of getting older or maybe their perceived dynasty really just crumbled in front of her eyes.
instead of truly facing said problem, joey's decided that getting a puppy, or two, as a way to cope. probably isn't the best or healthiest decision, however, she needs something to take her mind off of it and to accompany her when she's out and about. it's her first and only thing she's planned for her day, so she, surprisingly, woke up in a good mood. she puts on two pairs of leggings, a long sleeve tee, as well as her brother's jacket before putting her knife and its holster in her waistband. she takes a glance at herself when she passes a mirror, stopping for a moment. she adjusts her shirt, but still kinda hates what she sees, face fallen and chewing on her lower lip. her superego kicks her id in the gut, making her clench her jaw with a huff, rolling her eyes. acting like she's the hottest thing people have seen is what allows her to dissociate from her true insecurities and feelings, she has to maintain it. fluffy socks get shoved into big boots as she leaves her room, nearly slamming the door behind her with a little grin.
while making her way to the village, she does trip and fall into the snow a few times. she just hopes no one saw her do it and is able to get enough snow off of her for anyone to not be able to tell that she'd fallen, but she makes it to the barn without any big issues. she's not totally sure how this goes, so she opens the door carefully and glances around to try and see if anyone is there or if she needs to speak to anyone to get a pup. she's had her eye on a german shorthaired pointer and english setter, both able to help her with hunting and be generally good dogs. spotting the litters, a small squeal-like noise escapes her, joey can't really contain herself and rushes to the puppies, completely forgetting about waiting for some kind of instruction. joey drops to her knees and allow puppies to bum rush her, scooping them up as they reach her. "i want you all" joey tells them, voice a bit higher than usual.
//j smth cute n kinda fluffy and to get joey more out there(,:
[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]
Re: therapy -- open - STIRLING. - 04-01-2020
#1b2763[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]It was pretty clear that William was not the best at nurturing life. He was born and raised upon a life of the slow release of death. He looked towards blood and guts as a comfort rather than deterred by its macabre appearance, and in fact he’d even dare to admit that it felt satisfying watching the life bleed out of somebody. He was a cold blooded killer, desensitized by his more-than-gruesome upbringing and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. If anything, he was grateful for his own heartlessness; it wasn’t like he was missing out on very much. He wasn’t burdened by guilt or love or morality - was this not the true definition of freedom?
He could walk around here all mysterious and enigmatic, free of all attachment because that was what was the dangerous thing in life. Having to share his life with others. No, this was his life! Back off. He enjoyed not caring for anything, allowing himself to remain elusive and carefree with his gorgeous hair and bright blue eyes and long lashes. People could look at him, admire him from afar, but they couldn’t touch because William Stirling was untouchable. Another level completely.
He really didn’t need another life to drag him down. No wife, no children to take care of, no girlfriends or parents or grandparents, not even an animal to offer him some sort of alleged comfort and companionship and look at him. Free to do whatever he wanted without any restraints. He was in the village, snooping through a couple of the homes and empty shops without much thought, until eyes landed on a Van Doren girl walking into the… rabbit barn, was it?
Oh shit, what was her name again? Joey? He pursed his lips thoughtfully, gaze flitting around before he followed, hands casually shoved in his pockets. Once he got to the barn, he leaned against the door frame, brows bunching together with curiosity as he saw the Van Doren girl knelt down, nearly bombarded by what looked to be wigs on the run. ❝ Those rabbits are pretty agile, 'ey? ❞ He questioned, before squinting as his eyes adjusted to the barn - dark compared to the sunny day outside - before realizing that- ❝ I mean puppies. ❞ He corrected himself, shrugging before releasing a short chuckle. ❝ I was just messin’ with you. Of course I meant puppies. ❞ Nice save, William Stirling. Nice save.
Re: therapy -- open - JOSEPHINE - 04-02-2020
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]the pups stumble over one another as a voice starts, “those rabbits are pretty agile, ‘ey?”. her head cocks to the right slightly, genuinely kind of caught off guard by anyone calling puppies rabbits. he tries to recover, but joey doubts it truly has been a joke. standing up, holding a single pup in her arms as she turns to look at whole it is. she recognizes him, of course she does, he caught her eye from the jump. “no, actually, these are kittens,” joey says, fave straight for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, of course joking, but she couldn’t let him get away with the stupidity. she scratches behind the puppy’s ear, glancing from the little creature to him. he is very nice to look at, so joey catches herself staring for a bit too long. “[b]your name?” she inquires, pausing for a moment, she remembers his name, but wants to play as if she doesn’t. playing hard to get, one could say; it works for her.
joey’s had her fair share of flings, but always bent over backwards to avoid anyone catching feelings. the idea of someone genuinely liking her and desiring her for more than anything physical makes her feel somewhat sick, but she loves the attention and everything that comes along with it. no strings, that’s what she always craves and searches for.
a second puppy chews on her shoe laces, making her melt a bit, well now she’s chosen her two. the english setter in her hand and pointer who’s now jumping over her feet. she leans down and scoops the second one up. “[b]don’t know who i need to talk to talk to, but they’re mine now,” she thinks out loud before looking back at him, “[b]you’re definitely not involved here,” she states, mostly because of his previous comment. but she’s got a small, playful smirk.
[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [b]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]
Re: therapy -- open - STIRLING. - 04-10-2020
#1b2763[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]It was easy to pick himself up after that brief fumble and William was confident as Joey turned around, cracking an easy smile. Not that it was a big deal, right? He had a painfully dry sense of humor, it often being difficult to tell whether or not he was being serious. But, that wasn’t even funny if he wanted to play it off as a joke, was it? Way to make a fool of himself. ❝ No, actually, these are kittens. ❞ William huffed a breath out of his nose. Atta girl - at least she was giving him an opportunity to crouch down and shovel up the remains of his poorly departed ❛ joke ❜. ❝ Yeah, my bad. Rabbits, dogs, cats - they all look the same to me. ❞ Playful sarcasm before he stepped slightly closer, attention swiftly shifting from the puppy in Joey’s arms and up to her face.
❝ Your name? ❞ Oh, she had to have known his name by now. It wasn’t like he’d ever introduced himself to her officially, but he’d just assumed that she would’ve known a Stirling when she saw one. They were - like - famous at this point, no? William’s ego could have been shattered at this point, but he liked the game that she was playing. Playing hard to get? It would only make whatever game of chase this was all the more enthralling to William, and he loved the rush of adrenaline sent coursing through his veins. ❝ William Stirling. ❞ He pointed out, pausing before adding, ❝ Will… You’re Joey, right? ❞ Perhaps it sounded like he was trying to play it off as cool when reality perhaps he did need some reminding. He was clueless. What? The Van Doren family had always been a big one! One with many pretty women in!
Now, William wasn’t really an animal person, the man bunching his brows together for a moment as he watched the second puppy chewing at her shoe lace. How did she find that endearing? As she began to talk again, William shifted his gaze up to her before shrugging, ❝ I’d say you’re fine taking them. They’ve basically chosen you so you can’t turn ‘em away now. ❞ But then, her attention was back on him. Just how he liked it. ❝ Actually I am very involved here. I’m basically their mother. ❞ He replied plainly, although humour laced his monotonous words as he peered at the whelping pen of other puppies. ❝ They’re very cute, aren’t they? ❞ He didn’t sound convinced, but who knew with William anymore?
If only Joey knew he only said that because… all women loved a man who was a dog person, right?
Re: therapy -- open - JOSEPHINE - 04-15-2020
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]”van doren,” joey adds to his question of her name, a little name drop of her own since stirling had been so important for will to mention. she doesn’t bother with her full name, not to hide it, though, just didn’t think of it. “[color=#990000]well, it’s nice to meet you, william,” she mentions, quite obviously checking him out, then when joey’s eyes meet his, her mouth opens a bit in a little grin before she looks at her new puppies. they should be her main priority at the moment considering they’re new and relatively helpless, but joey can’t not take the opportunity with the man standing in front of her. she begins to head back out into the village, glancing over her shoulder to almost call for him to follow her; she’s hoping he’s as intrigued by her as she is by him without appearing too keen.
the point of them choosing her is true, it’d basically be cruel to leave them now. “[color=#990000]i guess they have good taste,” joey says with a small chuckle, scrunching her nose and gently shaking her head towards the pups, receiving some licks to her nose. as soon as he mentions being the mother of the puppies, she gives a giggle and nods along despite him not knowing what animal they had been a mere couple minutes ago. she’s willing to play into it. “they’re very cute, aren’t they?” he says, making her stop and look at her once again, “[color=#990000]yes,” she agrees, “[color=#990000]are you sure they’re yours, then?” she teases, a grin slowly spreading across her lips.
[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]