MissCapnCrunch

Devils and Dust

A rattling of the flimsy screen door and a distinct pounding of a heavy fist on the front door woke Dustynn Knight from her hazy slumber from the living room couch. "What?!" she exclaimed groggily, but loud enough to be heard through the thin walls of the home she rented on Reservoir Lane. The pounding continued, and obscenities spewed from the young woman's mouth as she got up from the couch and practically stomped over to the door. Fumbling with the lock she flung open the front door, the chain lock spread across leaving just a few inches of space. Looking down only slightly she was met with the face of a snot nosed kid from the block, "Can I mow your lawn for twenty bucks?" Dusty slammed the door, unlocked the chain and flung the door back open revealing herself to the kid.

Dustynn stands very petite at five foot two and weighing less than one hundred and fifteen pounds. Closer to one hundred during her months of "I'm trying hard to cut back man.." which is a nice way of putting: not drinking alcohol and eating fast food every night. She has a head full of naturally curly black hair, that she keeps long and often leaves down. Her eyes are dark brown which can appear to be black when in the evening lighting. Dusty's enjoys being dolled up, but doesn't put too much effort in to her appearance, clearly displayed in the raggedy band tee shirt and the bicycle shorts she wore to sleep. She usually enjoyed lipsticks, eyeliners, and eye shadows when appropriate. Her body is littered with many scars and often bruises from her escapades of the past and present. Her ears are pierced in several places, mostly done in the bathroom of friend's houses and very uneven.

Another hole is just another hole after all.

"What did you say?" she questioned as the kid took a few step backs. Dusty was not intimidating by any means, but she was reckless and when you don't know what to expect next you had to keep light on your feet. "I asked if I could mow your lawn cause it looks bad." he said boldly. The two looked around the yard, it did look pretty pitiful. Was she supposed to do the yard work or were the people she was renting from do that? When she lived with her Mom a few years ago prior to moving out she always took care of the yard work and even took some pride in making the front of their trailer look habitable. Dustynn smirked, this little kid had some nerve but he wasn't wrong. You little shit." she stated, her palm reaching up and rubbing the front of her face. "I don't have a lawnmower or twenty bucks." she commented between gritted teeth. The boy guffawed as he took a few more steps back from the front step, "Fucking loser." he said as he bolted down the walk.

Dustynn took off running after the kid out the door and through the grass. He was too fast, and she was out of luck. A huff of breath escaped from her mouth, her hands going up to her hips as she watched him run away to the set of apartments that were further down on the block. She grumbled to herself as she reached up to her ear, a half smoked joint from the previous night sat delicately. Pleasantly surprised she took it from the nook and walked back into her small one bedroom home to get herself a lighter.

There wasn't much to look at in her residence, furniture was minimum. The place was not messy, but by no means clean either. Drug paraphernalia and traces of alcohol could be seen littered around the living room and kitchen area. Her bedroom on the other hand was a sanctuary, welcoming and clean although littered with way too many clothes. Dusty's style is comfort with a splash of grunge. When not in pajamas she is always seen in some type of denim, whether it be skinnies or daisy dukes- she has jeans on. Not too picky with whatever her top is, as long as it doesn't smell too bad from the last time she washed it. She tends to not wear a purse or any type of bag with her, so don't be surprised if she asks you to place her stuff in your pockets or your own bag. Wears accessories often, but nothing worth more than a couple dollars. Wears a watch sometimes, but the battery has long been dead.

Speaking of which-

What time was it?

Too early.

A moan of distaste came from the young girl's mouth, she worked nights at one of the seedy bars in Blacktown and so her mornings were meant for sleeping in. She wouldn't be falling asleep again any time soon, too awake from the burst of energy she received from chasing off the con artist in the body of a ten year old. Grabbing a toasted bagel for herself she smothered butter on it and took back to outside with her lighter and bagel in tow. The weather was just starting to change, which Dusty loved- she enjoyed fall the most out of all the other seasons. The warmth of her bagel hitting her lips, and then in rotation with drags of the last bit of weed for the week. Enjoying the moment as best she could, she pulled her legs up and under her shirt to contain some warmth as she watched the neighborhood begin to stir awake.

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@role model

:) Do whatever you most want to do, and I'll do what I can to accommodate.

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@role model

This is the OOC! Hahah.
I linked it from the interest check though as well.

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Hooray! @DC The Dragon
Can't wait to see what you come up with.

@AyElEmAy@Penguin@princess@Hey Im Jordan@Paradoxial@Cleverbird@ineffable@role model

Just giving a friendly inner touch of the thigh to say that the ooc is here and if you're still interested!

✣ Truly Damned ✣

I've got my agoraphobic with a questionable skin reaction to the medicines ready to go!

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@TootsiePop

It be like that sometime! :) No worries. Have fun!

@Heretic

Elena looks great! I'm excited to see how she fairs in The Gardens.
Feel free to send her over to the character bin when you have the chance.

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_{[YOU KNOW I, I'M AFRAID OF CHANGE. GUESS THAT'S WHY WE STAY THE SAME.]}

【 Name 】
Evangeline Marie Guiliani.

【 Age 】
Twenty Two.

【 Birth Date 】
June Tenth.

【 Perceived Gender 】
Female.

【 Sexuality 】
Heterosexual.

【 Appearance 】
Evangeline is petite, standing at a mere five foot two and weighing less than one hundred and five pounds on a good day. Her legs are slightly bowed. Eva prefers to wear clothing that are a bit smaller than the size she should be wearing because it comforts her to feel the fabric squeeze against her. She likes to paint her nails, braid her hair, and wear earrings when they are given the approval by staff.

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【 Why are you at Spring Hill 】
Ultimately the unexpected death of her mother, but this event caused her extreme Agoraphobia.

【 Residency 】
Eva has been a resident for a little over five months.

【 Negative Effects 】
Though the medicines provided have apparently helped Eva overcome some of her guided tasks such as going outside for extended periods of time; the young woman has noticed she has been having spouts of insomnia due to the fact that her skin feels like there is something slithering underneath. They tell her it's just getting readjusted to the sun. Brittle nails, and mild hair loss. All just side effects.

【 Positive Effects 】
Have you ever noticed that the number of ceiling tiles in the women's bathroom on the first floor do not match the tiles on the second floor? Have you noticed that Heather takes exactly thirty two steps to get from the front desk to the back door? When you're awake for a long time you remember these things, or so what Eva tells herself. It seems that she even finds these things when she sleeps, recalling numbers. Everything has so many numbers. What does the number twelve mean?

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【 Personality 】
Never quick to lose her temper, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things in her head. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly. Tends to be overly curious, though doesn't always act on these curiosities due to be fairly meek and easy to manipulate.

【 Biography 】
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was six years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think critically. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud boisterous laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps."

Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, Did you have a good time at school today? Perhaps. Do you want ice cream for dessert? Perhaps. Did the murder of your mother change you?

Perhaps.

Eva was Twenty One at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her community college issued homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallway. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown at the time, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind and committed an action that no one could really explain.

She grabbed her small mother under her armpits and hoisted her up the flights of stairs, her head hitting every step until she was brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young woman climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home a couple days after investigation. She had been at the wrong place at the wrong time was all. Eva urged the police that she would be just fine, and that she would give them a call if she wasn't. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the four walls of the apartment after that. Friends came and went, only getting broken promises or empty excuses. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved once again.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

Spring Hill was not ideal in the first, second or third week, but after getting some help with things Eva found herself feeling a bit more at home there than her apartment. Eva gets along with most of the residents and tries to be encouraging in group sessions. Staff seems to feel like she has improved greatly from when she first arrived.

✣ Truly Damned ✣

Interested

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@Daydreamz

Very much so! Welcome to join :)
I'm not sure how popular fencing would be in these times, but I could see it being a niche in Eden.

Devils and Dust

Yes! Still very much here :)