pumped up kicks ┊ INTRO (O)

[ROSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px;"]the gaps in the broken window shades had welcomed streams of bright sunlight into the unlit cabin. it was early in the afternoon, an unusual time for the group of friends to be up due to their long nights of hunting from dusk until dawn. while most mornings and afternoons were dedicated to resting, the group had decided to hold a meeting to discuss plans with the latest survivors that they had lured into the dark depths of the forest for their favorite game to play together.

rosie had been curled up on the couch while she used her jacket as a blanket to shield herself from the drifts that moved through the cabin as winter approached. it had been months since she remembered getting a good night of sleep. her head was an entirely loud place to be, a chorus of guilts and insecurities filling every thought she had when things went quiet. she was trying to figure out how to live with herself after everything she had been roped into doing. there was a certain peace that came along with being the first one in the cabin, the air might have been cold, but she had always preferred the cold and there was an odd feeling of calmness when the others were off doing their own thing. it helped her relax, momentarily relieving rosie of the stress of game.

with her eyelids getting heavy, rosie was about to fall asleep until the sound of the door to the cabin swung open and a large gush of wind hit her in the face and sent a shiver down a back. her eyes opened briefly while she flipped over onto her side and faced away from the door. green eyes burned holes into the cushions of the couch and rosie chewed on her lip with a sigh. she could hear whoever entered talking, but the actual words were drowned out by white noise as she tried to take in the last few minutes of quiet before the others arrived.

only a few minutes passed before everyone began to file into the cabin, if rosie had to guess she heard at least three conversations going on at once between everyone with eager laughs every few lines. she finally turned back around and sat up to allow more room for others to sit down as well, letting out a small yawn as she stretched her arms over her head. she slipped her coat back on and pulled her legs up to meet her chest, making herself as small as possible to feel a sense of security she hadn't been able to find in quite some time.

[spoiler= tags - updated 10/15]◜BASICS ┊ I AM CONTAGIOUS◞
&. rosie elliot porter | ❝ ro ❞ | female [ she / her ] .
&. 19 years old . | july ninth ; cancer.
&. no position of no group ; currently affiliated with no group in the loner lands with a group of friends .

◜PERSONALIY ┊ I AM BREAKING DOWN◞
&. timid , empathetic , anxious , loyal , malleable , meek , intelligent , curious ,  .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I AM NOTHING ◞
&.  5'3 & 108 lbs ; reference .
↳ long and straight / wavy hair ; naturally a dark blonde / light brown shade ; colors her hair frequently, currently a light pink
↳ big doe eyes ; light green with grey tones ; brown specks in her right eye due to partial heterochromia ; long doll-like eyelashes
↳ quite pale ; dainty freckles covering her nose and cheeks as well as her shoulders
↳ her style isn't super consistent , however it is often very feminine ; typically a mix of dark academia and indie / alternative
↳ has a some tattoos ; has one on her collar bone , behind her left ear , & then a few on her fingers and hands
↳ has a scar over her right eye extending from the top of her eyebrow to her cheekbone ; the injury is what caused the heterochromia and she can no longer see out of that eye
↳ also has a few less noticeable scars scattering her back as well as other areas of her body due to past trauma

◜INTERACTIONS ┊ I AM NO ONE'S FAULT ◞
&.  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 6/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ medium ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ easy ]
↳ is pretty trained in fighting , but is very hesitant to actually engage and participate in such activities .
&. attack in bold #8C7271 | [member=122]finny.[/member] | pm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ I AM CONTAGIOUS◞
&. [ 0 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 0 ] aid items | [ 0 ] misc .
↳ inventory .

◜RELATIONSHIPS ┊ I AM PLAGUED WITH LIES◞
&. heather x stephen | her mother passed away when rosie was only nine years old from being ill ; her father couldn't bare being without his love and ended up leaving rosie under the care of her uncle and disappeared not too long after .
↳ after being left under the care of her uncle , things took a turn and he began to grow violent towards rosie and often took his anger out on her , between this and the loss of both of her parents at a young age is what formed her into being such a timid people pleaser , often doing whatever she can to keep people she loves close .
↳ has an older twin brother named levi ; is extremely close with him and quite dependent at times .
&. pansexual ; panromantic ; mongamous . | currently in a relationship with jasper .[/spoiler]

[Jasper.]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.2;font-size:9pt;"] Jasper had been out scavenging in nearby neighborhoods from Ripmourne, having left Rosie earlier in the morning with a kiss goodbye. Last night he had not done much hunting, rather turning in early so he could get plenty of sleep to gather supplies for the group. But Jasper did not mind- he rather liked finding creative ways to enter old homes and gathering what he found useful to the group. This time, he had found a spare drawing journal that made him think of Levi.

He made his way back to the cabin, a long walk when weighed down with a duffel bag and a backpack full of enough supplies to hold the group over for the week or so. His eyes scanned the forest for any movement, still watchful of any survivors that may be still wandering.

Jasper seemed to be one of the last to arrive at the cabin, entering with the bags slung around him, making a beeline for the kitchen. He placed the bags on the countertop, his gaze scanning the house to find the back of a blonde head upon the couch.

”Ro, come help me with these?” He called just over the volume of the surrounding conversations.

Jasper began unzipping the bags and opening them wide. When Rosie would approach, he’d extend a hand to stroke the back of her hair and place a kiss upon her forehead in greeting.

”I found something Levi might like,” The brunette spoke in a quieter voice, taking out the journal from his backpack to offer to Rosie. ”Might be better if you gave it to him.” Levi and his relationship had likely been far too turbulent for Levi to accept a gift from Jasper without thinking it backhanded. Still, Jasper was not cold enough to ignore a perfect condition sketchbook sitting in the middle of a coffee table. He had always loved Levi’s artwork after all.

[spoiler=TAGS ♛ UPDATED 9/29] ♛ PINTEREST BOARD && SPOTIFY PLAYLIST ♛

BASICS × STOP, DROP, AND DRAG ME INTO PLACE AND LOCK THE FIRE ESCAPES
⤨ jasper torrance && sometimes goes by “jasp”
⤨ cis male && he/him
⤨ twenty one years && december twenty second [ capricorn ]
⤨ resident of ripmourne, killer of devils ditch forest

PHYSICAL × I’LL BREAK YOUR PRETTY FACE. OH, YOU CLEVER LITTLE THINGS, THE SYCOPHANTIC TEENS
⤨ physical health && 95% [ minor bruises and cuts currently healing ]
⤨ carries a hunting knife and various throwing knives on him

APPEARANCE × WHAT A PRECIOUS BASKET CASE. NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH
⤨ recently buzzed black hair ; dark brown eyes ; muscular, average physique ; six foot two ; just under two hundred pounds
⤨ various tattoos, sprawling primarily over his arms and chest, done by levi porter ; pierced nose
⤨ wears dark/black clothes ; slight alt/grunge style ; usually in black cargo joggers or jeans, loose t-shirts or sweatshirts, and black combat boots

PERSONALITY × IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN, I WOULDN’T HESITATE TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE
⤨ a manipulative, exploitative charmer ; extremely protective of group mates ; easy to rile up ; outspoken and often controlling ; malicious and sadistic ; enjoys providing and caring for his group mates ; untrusting to outsiders ; destructive and ambitious

RELATIONSHIPS × AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE- AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME THAT IT WOULD SURELY BE
⤨ sylvie torrance x william torrance && parents - deceased
⤨ heterosexual, monogamous ; in a long-term relationship with rosie porter

INTERACTIONS × SO BITE YOUR TONGUE AND CHOKE YOURSELF TO SLEEP
⤨ hard mentally | extreme physically | enjoys toying with his victims and playing games with them- rarely kills straightforwardly unless necessary
  ↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ extreme ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ extreme ]
⤨ non-violent power play allowed
⤨ will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
⤨ do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (eskie)
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