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[TOMMY]

"Fuckin'... shit!" Cursed the young man under frosted lips, the remnants of his warm breath expelling into the chilled air. He clenched his jaw and shuffled awkwardly into a position that allowed him to sit up against the base of a tall tree, its snow-dusted branches blocking out the pale sunlight coming in from above.

What had happened, you may ask? Under the folds of his coat, was a plain tee, torn and ripped in one section because he had been a clumsy fuck and had ended up slipping in the snow, jamming his side into a rock. Thank god he had managed to break some of his fall, or else the fall would have broken him. He had sustained a gash, nothing life-threatening but it was sure bloody and messy.

Tommy panted lightly and winced as he shifted his weight in attempt to ease the pain. He wasn't a goddamn doctor; he couldn't fix himself up or anything like that. He had gone so long without injuring himself, and now he had just broken that streak. "Fuck this, I need a drink." Mumbled Tommy and he fetched his nearly-empty flask of whisky. There was no use in trying to preserve his resources, seeing as he was pissed that this had happened and needed something to take the edge off.

[HAYLEY]

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once upon a time, a man like this might have sucked hayley in. a man with a mouth like a sailor and the devil in his eyes, someone who clearly intended nothing good but the promise of something bad was oh-so tempting. the confident air, the easy smiles. he was none of that as she approached, clearly pained and in a sour mood, but she knew the type. men like that could suck a woman in and leave her broken, but men like that had always been hayley's type, and she knew better. she knew better than feelings and roses, and all too often men like that would suck her in and she'd be the one leaving them wounded and pouting.

but the last man like that had put her in this very situation, eighteen weeks pregnant and struggling to create a world her daughter might live in happily. it had taken a little too long, but hayley had learned her lesson eventually. though she might have met a man like this with a sly smile and a flirtatious giggle, as she approached her entire composure was polite, formal, as she was with nearly everyone she found at the border. it wasn't like she was in any shape to go seducing strangers anyways; she felt like she was a hundred weeks pregnant, not nearly twenty. she got through the day by telling herself it was halfway over, but frankly, it felt like it would never end. perhaps her eyes weren't as bright as normal, her smile not as warm, but she offered a tired expression instead, the best she could manage at that moment.

❝hello,❞ she greeted as she got closer, hands stuffed in her pockets, concerned eyes roaming the man's figure, able to tell that clearly something was amiss with his form, something hurt, ❝you're in the flintlock lodge's territory— are you alright?❞ she was no doctor, but she'd taken care of herself for twenty years, and she was confident she could deal with basic injuries on others.

[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」 — 12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
  — hayley, hay.
  — no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
  — born 04.01.2015.
  — ages real time.
  — pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
  — formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
  — cisgender.
  — female pronouns.


FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
  — voice claim.
  — six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
  — eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
  — slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.

please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.

STATUS single.
  — bisexual, no preference.
  — unnamed man, father of her child.
  — no interests.
  — not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
  — parents unknown.
  — siblings unknown.
  — pregnant with her first child.

BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
  — 8/10 physically.
  — 8/10 mentally.
  — typically carries a shotgun.
  — peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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[Shiloh !]

"We do have alcohol. All types of liquor. Would you be interested in getting patched up first?" She queried, peering down at the male. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him, a long time ago she probably would've been frightened at his state and fled the territory altogether due to too much stress. She wasn't going to give up on the lodge that easily this time, though.

[TOMMY]

It was true, Hayley's assumption about him. About his type. Tommy DeVito was nothing but trouble, and it wasn't hard to tell. The devilish grin, the glint in his brown hues, the swagger in every step. He had a bad habit of charming others and ditching them, never to see them again. He was considered something of a wanderer in that way, he supposed. Like that one song, he was the type of guy to never settle down and he roamed from town-to-town. However, these winters were sure proving to be harsh, and he was afraid that he couldn't get anywhere fast while he was still in the mountains.

The crunching footsteps roused his attention, and the brown-haired man looked up to see a young woman approaching him. She was a pretty thing, although as tall as a goddamn tree. Sheesh, she looked about as tall as he was. Not something common for a girl, that was for sure. As she told him where he apparently was, he furrowed his thick brows. "I'm where, now?" Tommy had never heard of such a place. In fact, seeing as he wasn't from around here, he didn't know any of these groups. Oh so casually, he would lean back and reply, "I'm doin' alright; how 'bout you, sweetcheeks?" There was no worrying on his part, obviously.

He turned to a second female who made an appearance, and Tommy was starting to like the looks of this place. Was there another town around here? Thank God, maybe he could find a few hook-ups and grab himself some more supplies while he was at it. Shiloh's words made his eyes brighten with delight, and he hummed, "Ooh, now I'm interested." Just in time, too. His whiskey had run dry. When she asked if he wanted to get treated for his injury, though, he shook his head. "This? It ain't nothin'. Just show me where the booze is, yeah?"

The Italian-American slowly but surely moved to his feet, and he inhaled sharply and supported his weight against the tree. Would he still refuse help? Most likely. He liked to think of himself as independent, after all.

[eclecticism]

“ THE MOST TENDER PLACE IN MY HEART ”
evan — she,her — flintlock lodge — — [url=http://]tags

evan did not have time for assholes. she was not interested in... conversing with this man, however as fate would have it, she walked right up to the group. and they were discussing alcohol.

alcohol had been what killed her father. alcohol had been the reason her drug addict of a mother had run off with a man and left evan behind. alcohol had been the reason she was left alone in this world and never again would she touch it. people who abused it were idiots. she wouldn't place her judgement of anyone solely on whether they drank or not, but she always made a mental note to watch out for them because they either endangered others or endangered themselves.

"will you be staying with us for a while?" she asked, dark brows raised. she was in charge of right now. she didn't have to get lost in others choices anymore. she was in control and wouldn't let herself to be caught off guard. not again. not ever again.

                                                     

[HAYLEY]

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sweetcheeks, he said, and she couldn't help but wish that could be her again. sweetcheeks with the sweet smile and not a care in the world. but alas, these days she'd fall more in line with evan, living a life without a drink or a smoke or anything that could harm her baby. ❝the flintlock lodge. and i'm not exactly injured, so better than you.❞ she glanced from shiloh to the man once more, and gave a shrug of her shoulder. ❝i don't really drink these days, so i'd have no clue where the booze are.❞ would be her simple response to that bit of the conversation.

her gaze shifted to evan, who asked a pretty important question, then back to the man. ❝i mean, you can stay, if you want. it's an option.❞ after all, he didn't seem to know much about the lodge, and she figured it ought to be useful to see that he knew it was a... staying place. ❝but we're gonna need your name.❞ that, too, was important.

[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」 — 12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
  — hayley, hay.
  — no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
  — born 04.01.2015.
  — ages real time.
  — pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
  — formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
  — cisgender.
  — female pronouns.


FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
  — voice claim.
  — six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
  — eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
  — slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.

please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.

STATUS single.
  — bisexual, no preference.
  — unnamed man, father of her child.
  — no interests.
  — not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
  — parents unknown.
  — siblings unknown.
  — pregnant with her first child.

BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
  — 8/10 physically.
  — 8/10 mentally.
  — typically carries a shotgun.
  — peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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[TOMMY]

[ mentions of alcohol and abuse ]

His relationship with booze did not start off smoothly. Alcohol had been the reason why his step-father raised his voice and lashed out at him and his brothers. Tommy, ever the "tough guy" and stubborn kid, learned quickly to take everything like a "man" and fight back when he was pushed too far. This got him in way too much trouble than he could handle, and it ultimately led to him fleeing his home. Alcohol had grown on him, from chugging it to block out his emotions to sharing some with his buddies just to appear cool and validated. No shit it was bad for him, but it wasn't like he gave much of a shit about his body and well-being. If he was breathing, then he was fine.

"Dunno. I guess howeva' long I need to. I sure as hell ain't goin' nowhere fast." He was sure that he could brave through the stinging pain of his injury, but it was way too damn freezing and cold to travel through the mountains in winter. That would be a death sentence.

Flintlock Lodge. How quaint-sounding, though it sounded toasty and warm. Yet another woman had come to greet him, and this raised a question, "Sheesh, are there any dudes here? Or is it just, uh.. ladies?" Not that he had a problem with that. In fact, that sounded pretty good to him. He might have just stumbled across the right place, after all. "Oh, is that so? Well in that case, 'm Tommy DeVito." He was tempted to add "...the most charming son of a bitch that you will ever meet", but he figured that was too cheesy. He was had the ego the size of the continent of North America, ( and perhaps even more than that ) but he knew better than to royally embarrass himself. "And how about you ladies?" He doubted he would retain their names, but he supposed he would ask.

[Shiloh !]

She looked around. It had never occurrd to her that it was just females, and she couldnt understand why it would matter. "Shiloh. There are probably some men around here somewhere, but I really don't see why it would matter."

[HAYLEY]

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as hayley exhaled, her breath was visible, cascading out in a smoky cloud through the frigid air. she squeezed her arms closer to her body, fighting against the chill, gaze shifting from tommy to shiloh, then back to tommy. of course there were men, though the vast majority of them didn't seem to hang around the borders as the rest of them did. part of her wondered why that was, and part of her didn't really care; it was no one's job to be out in the cold, but she was restless and got claustrophobic inside the lodge too often.

❝there's plenty of men, if that's your type.❞ she said, the bit of wit slipping out of her lips from old habit. ❝i'm hayley. let's head back, we're not too far off, and i can take a look at you. if whatever's hurting gets infected, you'll be getting a snowy grave.❞ she was no doctor, and she hadn't taken any hippocratic oath, but she was decent person, and she didn't need to see any more people lose their lives.

[ rushed af ]

[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」 — 12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
  — hayley, hay.
  — no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
  — born 04.01.2015.
  — ages real time.
  — pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
  — formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
  — cisgender.
  — female pronouns.


FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
  — voice claim.
  — six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
  — eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
  — slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.

please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.

STATUS single.
  — bisexual, no preference.
  — unnamed man, father of her child.
  — no interests.
  — not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
  — parents unknown.
  — siblings unknown.
  — pregnant with her first child.

BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
  — 8/10 physically.
  — 8/10 mentally.
  — typically carries a shotgun.
  — peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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