[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 350px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;"]after snatching the jacket from her brother, she slips into it and straightens her arms along her sides, one last little shiver goes through her. a small and smug smirk comes onto her face, she had gotten beau’s coat and now hopes that he’ll end up cold. this is the nasty part of her, the selfishness that really took over when she is dealing with people she didn’t particularly like or felt much loyalty towards. beau usually got the brunt end of it, but it’s joey’s defenses that react in that way. it’s petty, but it’s how she gets by and she doesn’t feel like she’s going to change anytime soon. who knows, though, maybe comunal type living would change her; a tall order in all honesty.
a guy and a dog appear from behind some trees, making joey stop in her tracks, hand hovering over the knife that’s in her waistband. she figures it is someone from flintlock, but with the events of the last few hours, she’s on high alert. slowly, her jaw unclenches and she nods about being there for the lodge. she feels the smallest twang of embarrassment about someone seeing and hearing her attack on her brother. this makes joey huff, quickly dismissing the feelings with an eye roll and nodding to the man’s question. “looking for a place, we have ties here... some of our siblings should have made it hear recently,”” joey provides a small rundown of why they were here. clearly, their life as a rag tag family of loners didn’t work, they were survivors, though, and were going to rebuild and grow here, at flintlock. “[b]i’m joey, that’s beau...”” she says, pushing her hand out of the jacket sleeve to let the dog sniff, “[b]”van doren,”” she then adds, assuming there was some clout attached to it. being one of the younger ones, joey wasn’t totally clued in on the whole van doren-stirling truce. she glances up to the second guy to get there, “he’s like a chihuahua; all bark, no bite,” which scrunches joey’s eyebrows, for her experience, chihuahuas were barkers and biters. “[b]have you met a chihuahua? can never trust ‘em,” she mentions, a little shackle escaping her, hoping he would take it as a joke like she had intended it.
within a few moments, another man arrived. he looks familiar to her, but she’s unable to put a finger on who he really is. she nods at him in acknowledgment of his greetings, must be a stirling. when he mentions their family, her face perks up, “[b]where are they?” joey questions, her tone nearly demanding; she may be stepping out of line and speaking this way with the wrong person, but all she truly cared about now is her siblings. “[b]i want to see them as soon as possible.” the girl adds, stepping forward. as well, she didn’t include beau in there, she didn’t have any fucking idea what he wants to do, she would actually be surprised if he went to see them as soon as they could.
// nooo, it’s good!! & thank you!!(:
a guy and a dog appear from behind some trees, making joey stop in her tracks, hand hovering over the knife that’s in her waistband. she figures it is someone from flintlock, but with the events of the last few hours, she’s on high alert. slowly, her jaw unclenches and she nods about being there for the lodge. she feels the smallest twang of embarrassment about someone seeing and hearing her attack on her brother. this makes joey huff, quickly dismissing the feelings with an eye roll and nodding to the man’s question. “looking for a place, we have ties here... some of our siblings should have made it hear recently,”” joey provides a small rundown of why they were here. clearly, their life as a rag tag family of loners didn’t work, they were survivors, though, and were going to rebuild and grow here, at flintlock. “[b]i’m joey, that’s beau...”” she says, pushing her hand out of the jacket sleeve to let the dog sniff, “[b]”van doren,”” she then adds, assuming there was some clout attached to it. being one of the younger ones, joey wasn’t totally clued in on the whole van doren-stirling truce. she glances up to the second guy to get there, “he’s like a chihuahua; all bark, no bite,” which scrunches joey’s eyebrows, for her experience, chihuahuas were barkers and biters. “[b]have you met a chihuahua? can never trust ‘em,” she mentions, a little shackle escaping her, hoping he would take it as a joke like she had intended it.
within a few moments, another man arrived. he looks familiar to her, but she’s unable to put a finger on who he really is. she nods at him in acknowledgment of his greetings, must be a stirling. when he mentions their family, her face perks up, “[b]where are they?” joey questions, her tone nearly demanding; she may be stepping out of line and speaking this way with the wrong person, but all she truly cared about now is her siblings. “[b]i want to see them as soon as possible.” the girl adds, stepping forward. as well, she didn’t include beau in there, she didn’t have any fucking idea what he wants to do, she would actually be surprised if he went to see them as soon as they could.
// nooo, it’s good!! & thank you!!(: