CLIP MY WINGS [&] open, joining

[lurker]

/shit this is bad but im tired and banana needs to gET HERE

Anabiel had left Flintlock. Too many people. Too much pressure from herself to be helpful. She couldn't. She knew she had few skills, few useful ones beside her cooking skills and minor ability to care for the sick or wounded. She was physically inept, educationally inept, she was just inept in her opinion. Just as she had told herself since her youth, she was useless. A dead weight. She was better off on her own.

But if she stayed on her own, she would die, she knew that. Winter was fast approaching and she had never endured one alone without help. She tried Flintlock, but that had obviously not suited her. Her next guess was what she had heard was the Northstar District. A Costco. A city. She had heard stories from her family about cities, and maybe Costco had been thrown around once or twice, but Ana had only seen a city once. Crumbling concrete, broken glass, crawling vines. From a distance, it hadn't looked pretty. She hadn't dared to get any closer.

As she walked, she eventually saw the city come into view. It didn't seem as desecrate as the last one, with everything in moderately bad condition. As she got closer, she noticed the high walls and figured she would have to wait outside. Dammit. She would be waiting a while, wouldn't she? She wasn't able to yell. Sighing and just about to resign herself to sitting and waiting for a patrol or something of the sort, she noticed various sized rocks nearby. Eh, as long as she threw little ones nobody would get a concussion if she accidentally hit them, right? Picking up the smallest, Anabiel started to throw rocks over the walls in an attempt to catch someone's attention.

[spoiler=TAGS ( updated 09/13 )][size=10px][font=verdana][ BASICS ]
ANABIEL / ANA
female / cisgender / she, her, hers
17 years old / 17 years mentally / 17 years spiritually
ages whenever / born 10/21
northstar district / member / former member of flintlock
[ RELATIONSHIPS ]
NPC xx NPC / G1
bisexual biromantic / single, sort of looking / 1/2 of no ships
no relatives / no crushes
[ APPEARANCE ]
PALE / DARK HAIR / 89% HEALTH
126 lbs. 5'1" / dark brown eyes
no accessories / permanently mute / weak frame
[ PERSONALITY ]
FRUSTRATED / ANGRY / BITTER
reserved / snarky / timid
mischevious / playful / jokester
[ INTERACTION ]
ic opinions / peaceful actions can be powerplayed
tag when attacking / physically medium / mentally difficult
pm to plot [/spoiler]

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]You know, that's one of the same reasons Jason finds himself avoiding Flintlock now. There were a lot of them, really. Tons of people, lots of cold, and oh yeah — one overbearing big brother, always waiting for him to come home. His home wasn't on top of that godforsaken mountain, but Bruce seemed to like the idea that they could work out their differences. Maybe they could, but the thing was, well, they sucked at talking. These sorts of things usually ended up with one of them throwing a punch, and god his right hook hurt. That's a little off-topic, isn't it? The point was, yeah, he knew why people would leave the lodge to come all the way down here. Not that he thinks Anabiel is inept, in any way. He hasn't met her, but she seems alright from where he's standing. Which is admittedly some distance away, but whatever.

Wanna know why he even noticed her? A thunk on his head, that's why. Anabiel either has great aim or great luck, because the rock hits him right at his temple and Jason staggers with a sharp, incoherent shout of pain. It's not even that bad, but it's a rock for fuck's sake. So he turns around to glare at her, hands on his hips like some kind of frustrated housewife before walking towards the fence and the person standing on the other side. "You do that because you want my attention or just because?"

[lurker]

She winced when the rock hit Jason, her eyes crinkling in sympathy of his pain. Which she so happened to have caused. Jeez, she hadn't meant to throw it that hard, she was sure. Maybe she underestimated herself, she supposed. When the member of the Northstar District turned to scowl at Anabiel, she laughed. Or at least, as close as she could to doing so. An amused smile on her lips, little puffs of air out of her nose.

Jason, with his hands on his hips as he scowled at her, looked like her mother when Ana or her siblings, cousins, nieces or nephews did something dumb or pulled some mischevious antic on the adults of their small, traditional town. For a moment she almost missed them, but the feeling was, thankfully, lost on her amidst her finding Jason's pose to be funny.

Once she had calmed down, the mute shrugged in response to his question. It was kind of both. Then Ana held her throat gently, before pointing at her mouth and shaking her head. It gets even more humiliating each time I do it, she thought bitterly, her lips nearly forming a scowl until she schooled her features into her usual neutral features. It was such a pain to be her.

[spoiler=TAGS ( updated 09/13 )][size=10px][font=verdana][ BASICS ]
ANABIEL / ANA
female / cisgender / she, her, hers
17 years old / 17 years mentally / 17 years spiritually
ages whenever / born 10/21
northstar district / member / former member of flintlock
[ RELATIONSHIPS ]
NPC xx NPC / G1
bisexual biromantic / single, sort of looking / 1/2 of no ships
no relatives / no crushes
[ APPEARANCE ]
PALE / DARK HAIR / 89% HEALTH
126 lbs. 5'1" / dark brown eyes
no accessories / permanently mute / weak frame
[ PERSONALITY ]
FRUSTRATED / ANGRY / BITTER
reserved / snarky / timid
mischevious / playful / jokester
[ INTERACTION ]
ic opinions / peaceful actions can be powerplayed
tag when attacking / physically medium / mentally difficult
pm to plot [/spoiler]

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]Alright, so maybe he does really look like a mom. The similarities end quickly, because he can't help but smile at the younger girl as she attempts some sort of laugh. God, she kinda reminds him of Bruce, which is weird. Because Bruce isn't a seventeen year old girl. Then again, he's sure as hell not Anabiel's mother. The young man drops his arms as he takes a few strides closer, only stopping once he's directly across from her. "Anyone ever tell you that you're really hard to stay angry at?" It was a compliment, really, because Jason has this wonderful ability to hate literally everyone for absolutely anything. That's what got him in this situation to start with, living a life away from his family and friends because of some stupid revenge mission. Whatever, she seems like a nice enough person, and he doubts that she has the stomach for crime. Maybe he's got a dangerous little bias towards tiny things that don't look like they could hurt a fly. For all he knows, she's a serial killer. You let your guard down, Jason, tiny mental Bruce scolds, like the angel on his shoulder but kind of rude and sarcastic.

Cold gray eyes watch the motion with curiosity, nodding once she shakes her head. "No talking, huh? I can work with that. You know sign language?" He wasn't as good at it as his brother was, but they'd gotten down the basics. "You know," he adds on, and then signs this. "Either way, name's Jason. You got a way of telling me yours?"