09-23-2018, 03:38 AM
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#psychosocial.space
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baby strike a pose
//Much of her profile is still a WIP since the wipeout yesterday but I wanted to get a post out <33
It's shitty but I had to rewrite it lmao
Junie was a social butterfly if there ever was one. She loved being around people and could talk all night long without running out of things to say. Which is why it might seem strange to see her, of all people, hiking up to what had to be one of the most isolated groups out there. Flintlock Lodge. Not a lot of word coming out of there these days, but that was okay. It was what she needed for now.
How silly the red haired girl must've looked in her comically under prepared t-shirt and jeans with nothing to fight the cold but a cargo jacket. Junie's brown eyes were squinted with fierce determination as she began to near the village. She crossed her last hill and tripped over a small root that nearly landed her flat on her face. Luckily, she'd only fallen to her knees. With an exasperated sigh, Junie climbed back to her feet and waved an arm, desperate to catch someone's attention.
"Hello? My name is Juniper. I don't mean no harm." Her soft Georgia peach accent was shaky from the cold. She wrapped herself tighter in her baggy jacket as she awaited company. She was carrying nothing but the clothes on her back. Thank God it was warmer weather. Had there been a blizzard, she'd no doubt of lost to mother nature by now.
It's shitty but I had to rewrite it lmao
Junie was a social butterfly if there ever was one. She loved being around people and could talk all night long without running out of things to say. Which is why it might seem strange to see her, of all people, hiking up to what had to be one of the most isolated groups out there. Flintlock Lodge. Not a lot of word coming out of there these days, but that was okay. It was what she needed for now.
How silly the red haired girl must've looked in her comically under prepared t-shirt and jeans with nothing to fight the cold but a cargo jacket. Junie's brown eyes were squinted with fierce determination as she began to near the village. She crossed her last hill and tripped over a small root that nearly landed her flat on her face. Luckily, she'd only fallen to her knees. With an exasperated sigh, Junie climbed back to her feet and waved an arm, desperate to catch someone's attention.
"Hello? My name is Juniper. I don't mean no harm." Her soft Georgia peach accent was shaky from the cold. She wrapped herself tighter in her baggy jacket as she awaited company. She was carrying nothing but the clothes on her back. Thank God it was warmer weather. Had there been a blizzard, she'd no doubt of lost to mother nature by now.
JUNIPER AISHI