how the hell do you stay in love? — o. joiner

[Gray]

[table]

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I JUST DON'T FEEL ALIVE —
(( snuggles pyre ))

Liberty's attention is quickly on Johannes, her brown eyes wild with fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. He spoke, and she relaxed somewhat, but not enough to leave all of her guard behind. Thira seemed content, however, panting and laying down on all fours,ears perked and staring quizzically at Johannes. Liberty doesn't notice, at least not now, because she is too fixed on the stranger. She is cautious, wary, and she won't let herself die. Not here.

Suddenly, however, his hand is reaching out to her, and while it might've been seen as a helpful gesture to anyone else, she broke down at the sudden movement, tears filling her eyes again. "No! NO! Pl- ease I'm sorry, please don't- don't hurt me!" She let out a broken sob, eyes wide and hands moving to shakily cover her mouth. She couldn't breathe, and he was right, she was barely standing, but she tried to focus on Thira. Focus on her- what was she? A dog. She was golden, and she had honey-brown eyes, and soft fur. She was like a big teddy bear. Okay, good. Slowly, her body began to calm down, and she turned her attention back to Johannes about a minute or so after his words, because she needed to calm herself.

"I don't... I don't need any of that, I just.. Need to stay somewhere safe, even if it's just a few nights... I.. I can care for myself, and I have extensive medical knowledge- my mom taught me -um, I.. I'm not sure I actually know how to give myself stitches, I'd most likely pass out from the blood loss or the pain before I was even halfway through, but.. I can figure something out, I- I don't want to be too much trouble. I'm sorry." Shock is one hell of a drug. Liberty refuses to meet the gaze of her new hero, and another voice reaches her ears, one in the building at this point. Her gaze meets Gray, and she lifts a hand to wave shakily, despite being in pain and exhausted.

As Gray speaks, however, Thira gets up from her position on the ground, and jogs up to the door, attempting to lick Gray on the side a few times before hoping to nose past him, inside. Apparently, the dog had more common sense than Liberty. "Oh! Geez, I'm sorry, is she.. Is she allowed?" She glances at Johannes in question, but she can barely move and she is growing weak. Not being in immediate danger is calming her anxiety, and her exhaustion and blood loss is finally beginning to catch up with her.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 31ST]and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / loner

wish i could erase my memories —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side

so i could stop feeling so empty —✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
— tba

i wish this shit wasn't so tempting —✧ relationships & interaction
pansexual, leans towards guys / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no (known) siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / extensive medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[ashen]

[table]

[Gray]

[table]

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I JUST DON'T FEEL ALIVE —
(( WARNING: ABUSE MENTION ))

Liberty is a complete and utter mess.

Her hair is in tangles with dirt and debris clinging to it, even with the ponytail she has it tied in with an elastic. Her face is covered in dirt, some of it washed away by tears, and crusty, dried blood is noticeable near her nostrils and her mouth. Her left eye is bruised pretty heavily, and while her shirt covers her abdomen, there are bruises and she's 99% sure she has a cracked rib to fix, but she hasn't had time to stop and heal herself yet. She's been on the run for 2 days, and she hasn't stopped once. She's terrified, her doe brown eyes are bloodshot, and she is panting softly, as if on the verge of a panic attack, but also in shock at the same time. Her parents named her freedom, and yet she is anything but free.

One of the first things someone would notice about Liberty, despite all of her concerning features, is a large gash in her side. She'd managed to rip off the bottom part of her shirt and use it as a makeshift bandage, at least until she could get somewhere safe enough to rest for a few days. Her dog, a golden retriever-resembling mutt named Thira, walked tiredly beside her. Neither of them had rested in a really long time, and poor Thira was having a harder time considering she had a fur coat. Libby was growing weak and tired of walking, and she was beginning to wonder if running away was the best idea.

Hell, she didn't have a choice. After he stabbed her, she knew that she couldn't handle the abuse anymore, he could've... Actually killed her. Is that how you treated someone you loved? She wanted to convince herself that he did love her, that she was just... getting in her own head about it, but she knew very deep down that he didn't love her. Not one bit. Her doe brown eyes scanned her immediate surroundings, and despite it being late evening, and nearly night, she could see the faint outline of a building in the distance. A motel, or lodge, or something similar, maybe. She absentmindedly moved her hand down to grasp the handle of her mother's dagger, as if defensively, before she and Thira trekked on towards the building, hoping that it was empty. And if it wasn't, that whoever lived there was kind enough to grant her refuge for at least a few nights, so that she could heal herself and then leave.

Liberty stopped as she grew nearer to the building. She could hear noises inside, and her heart dropped. There were people here, this place was already claimed. But... maybe, they'd let her stay? She didn't want to be alone making camp in the middle of nowhere. She could defend herself, sure, but in this condition? She was better off going back to him than staying out here. Hesitantly, and signaling for Thira to stay, Libby began to move closer to the entrance of the building, but she stopped. Of course, they'd probably see her coming before she got any closer, and she couldn't afford to get in a fight right now. So, she stopped, and decided to go on a whim and call out for help. "Hey! Anyone in there?" Her voice was dry and cracked, like the desert in the middle of July.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 31ST]and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / loner

wish i could erase my memories —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side

so i could stop feeling so empty —✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
— tba

i wish this shit wasn't so tempting —✧ relationships & interaction
homosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no (known) siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / extensive medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[ashen]

[table]