EXPLAINING / joining + open

[dannychan]

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the crunch of snow under his old sneakers made the teen cringe- it hurt his ears, made it feel like his eardrums were getting ripped from his head, then stomped into the snow- which only made things worse. as he moved along, he would wonder why he had decided to go somewhere so cold, before remembering that it was because it was the farthest away from him. the bastard who thought that it would be a good idea to put a knife to his son's throat, to choke him, to call him things no parents should ever call their child. he had left so he could have a taste of freedom, have a new start.

he didn't want to feel the pain of living with him, the constant feeling of bruises forming, bones healing, cuts closing. he just wanted to feel like his was actually alive for once in his life.

so far, he felt more dead than he ever had. the cold biting at his skin, the feeling of snow flakes falling onto his nose, catching in chocolate coloured hair, making his skin turn a slight pink. his nose felt stuffed, and his throat was horribly dry, and no amount of snow that he sucked at would fix that.

continuing to move along, he felt a particularly slippery and thin spot of icy snow crack under his feet, and he squawked, falling and landing had on all fours. he felt the rigid snow break under his hands, scraping and breaking the skin, causing a slight amount of blood to trickle down them. "fuck.." he breathed, sitting back and holding his knees, wincing as he slowly pulled up a pant leg to she the scrapes that had added to all of the scars across his legs. "god damn it.."

/this is all over the place im so sorry

[JOSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Jo could never say that she had been harmed like that. A few accidentally hurtful comments and some arguing, but growing up always seemed to mean there would be a few of those. But someone holding a knife to her neck — she'd never had that sort of pain. Not from her parents, not from anybody. She can't say that it's an experience she would like to have. People like to say that pain is somehow necessary, that it's a normal part of life, and in a way she agrees; death will always hurt but it will always be necessary. But that sort of pain? Heartbreak, scars, hitting rock bottom — maybe she's an idealist for saying that nobody should have to deal with it, but Jo has lived her life with a dog that would drop baby rabbits in her hands (unharmed, just... kidnapped) and a garden in her heart. Even when she cut her hands with sharp metal or scraped her knee on gravel, she brushed it off. Those pains weren't terrible, and she couldn't compare her life then to what it was now.

She was in charge of this place — of keeping them safe — and that's what she tries to do. Make sure that this is a place where nobody has to deal with a knife to their throat again. So she's a gentle person. As always, the young woman is out patrolling. This time she has no dog to accompany her and alert her to others' presences before they're right in front of her, and Kenneth's presence in the snow startles her sharply. She doesn't have the same issue with the snow that he does, though that could easily be because her sturdy work boots crunch through it easily. "I think it's a little too cold for that," she offers with a smile, though she takes a few strides closer and slowly, carefully kneels down nearby. "Doesn't look too bad, though. Why are you this far up here anyway?"

/ your post is great, don't worry about it!! this is a mess though, i'm supposed to be studying for finals asldkfh

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; border: 0px black solid; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;"]/bro don’t EVEN ur posts r always beautiful

ken would look up, eyes slightly wide at the voice. he cleared his throat, pressing his hands to his shirt in order to clean up the tiny beads of blood that welled in the scratches, before sighing. he guess if there was a person here, there had to be more, right? “well,” he began, looking down, “im just.. looking for a fresh start.”

he pulled his pants leg down, covering the cuts and the scratches before redirecting his gaze to the woman. to his dismay, he thought she might be a little taller than he was. he hesitated slightly, raising a hand to his dark hair and running a hand through it. “this the place to have a new start or.. should i keep walking?”

[impiety]

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Cat understood the touch of a knife to the throat, or fingers coiled around his throat. Not from family, though. Instead, he learned that they were liars, leaving him to die, abandoning him. It wasn't a particularly fair fate, but it was one that Cat learned to move on from. To dwell on it was the action of a fool. He didn't let the past shape him, but instead shaped himself around avoiding the past. Blocking out memories, holding in emotions, and so far, it was working. Nothing had exploded.

Cat moved nearby, not particularly saying anything, deciding that these people didn't believe in safety. They smiled at strangers and welcomed them with open arms. Hell, Cat threatened to kill someone, he had his knife out and everything, and they still let him stay. That wasn't even welcoming, that was just fucking stupid. But whatever, Cat wasn't too worried about who lived or died. He only glared at Kenneth, his hands fallen to his side with a knife held tight in it. Ugh, it was a person.

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=A CAT HAS NINE LIVES | TAGS; 4/28/2018]Jonathan Cat Hunter | Introduced + only known as Cat | Cisgender male, he/him
Approximately 26; appears as 14-18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships

Caucasian | Reference & Reference
— 4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.

Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here

55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]

[JOSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ UNFORTUNATELY THEY ARE NOT i'm also regularly late bc i'm busy but hopefully that stops now

Was she the only one here who had a pleasant childhood? Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. Not many people would run up to the mountains because they were happy with the life they left behind — she was an anomaly in that sense, but all Josephine had wanted was a world to explore. There was only so much one could learn from bookshelves on a farm. She hasn't experienced half the bad things that Kenneth and Cat have, but she certainly hasn't experienced half the good too. Even if neither of them counted it as such, there was something to be said for the beauty of running. Still, the young woman would much prefer to settle down, have a happy life. This place can offer that, and she's certain that it will with her and Ellie taking care of it. They just needed the time to build it, and the loyalty of a few to help it get there. Cat, though not quite loyal (both her brain and her heart agree to that), was a constant presence that she's beginning to relax again. She turns to look at the much smaller man with something like a smile, which was almost funny considering where his thoughts wandered to with that knife in his hands. It's not long before she turns back to Kenneth.

"A mountain is a strange place to look for a new start, but I suppose it might be, yes. We're called Flintlock Lodge. You look like you could use some cleaning up. Why don't we go inside, and I can tell you more about it?" Her voice is gentle, like it had been with Ren, and Jo thinks she might actually be finding her pattern in this place, stepping up to the plate as her dad would have said. "You can stay if you want. Or leave if you'd prefer, we have food and some nice beds, at least."