Campbell, Dorothy.

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                                dorothy campbell needs you !

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado dorothy has now spent eighty-two long, wonderful years in the village. spending the majority of their days working as a ski-lodge concierge, they live a hectic life, but never wishes to leave. they claim citizen kane is their favourite movie and their interests include knitting, crosswords and sky-diving.

i. quick stats + sagacious , charitable , mirthful , reliable . - hot-headed , commanding , critical , capricious .

name: dorothy grace campbell nickname(s): dora — by her children ; sugar plum, sweetpea, various other embarrassing pet names — her husband ; grace — close friends . age: eighty-two ( 82 ) gender: cis female [she/her] languages: english, ASL. moral alignment: lawful good mbti: ENFJ-A height: 5’5” career: ski-lodge concierge // foster mother residence: 193 strawberry park ct. / detached carriage house, 5 bed, two bath. pets: the neighbour’s mean, fat, spoiled black cat that roots through her garbage ; an old sweetheart of a tabby ( baby dorothy )

ii. aesthetics

scribbled drawings , years old , framed on the walls ; the smell of burning cake , accompanied by a thick black smoke ; hugs that are just a little too tight but make you feel safe anyway ; running to the car , using the picnic blanket as shelter ; dungarees that fit just as well as they did ten years ago ; health days spent cuddling on the couch ; the feeling of safety , always having a fighter in your corner .

iii. facts

grew up in a relatively wealthy family in beaver creek.

she met walter, who was from a significantly less fortunate family, and they fell in love.

her family didn’t approve of her relationship with him, and he had none. she decided to leave her family after one argument too many and never looked back.

they couldn’t conceive, or at least, dorothy couldn’t. she was heartbroken, she’d wanted to eventually have a child with the man she loved — but it wasn’t possible.

it was walter’s idea to foster, she’d been hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to the idea.

their speciality is troubled teens, ones the system had given up on. she likes to think they will at least get some stability before aging out. they have never had a child leave their home for anything other than adoption, no matter what. 

the pregnancy was unexpected, dorothy was old and they didn’t think she could conceive anyway. the baby was born perfectly healthy, and her presence was a welcome addition to the household.

the campbells adopted their last child well into her sixties. she was only a baby at the time (the first baby they’d ever taken!) and they fell in love with her. 

so here she is,,, skiing and shit in her town. her husband tries to stop the sheer chaos that is dorothy grace campbell but the only one who can stop her is god and she killed him. 

[djnvisncin]

𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘;

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜;

[1] blair ambrosio // @blvirambrosio ——— incomplete

[2] levi ‘fluke’ fisher // @therealfluke​ ——— incomplete

[3] rafael castilla // @rafaelrescued​ ——— incomplete

[4] michelle duval // @ofabrokengiirl ——— incomplete on hiatus until 21.02.20.

saturday, feb 08 — 23:35 gmt.

[djnvisncin]

please like this post for a starter from DOROTHY! note, i probably won’t contact you before i write it (unless it’s for confirmation on something) because… i get carried away with plotting.

[djnvisncin]

ᴊᴏᴀᴋɪᴍ.

━━━━ “Hi, Dorothy,” Joakim said, smiling a little as he lingers on the doorway. “Okay, yeah.” Nodding, he heads towards the vacant chair and sits down, puffing his cheeks and combing his fingers through his hair, bounding it with a hairtie. Their last conversation involved his late best friend, and Joakim was in disarray, in shock, crying and livid. “My mom, she enjoys crossword puzzles, too,” he started, thoughtful, “it’s so common with accountants—you weren’t one, were you?”

dorothy jotted an idea into the margins of the paper   (   twelve across   )   and gestured towards the treats she’d snuck away from the kitchen , an invite .   “   GOD, NO.   i was always dreadful with math .   i’m absolutely forbidden from doing the taxes , husband’s orders after a ... mishap involving accidental fraud .   ”

dorothy dog-eared her puzzle before folding over the paper and placing it on the table between them .   “   how are you feeling , mister ryan ?   ”   he looked better .   less pale , if nothing else .   still , looks could be deceiving , she knew that better than anyone .

[djnvisncin]

ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛ.

not to put too fine of a point on it, but people over the age of…well, people of a certain age seemed to dislike elliot in general. typical comments he received were that he was too crass, too vulgar, or too lazy. there had perhaps been only one true ‘adult’ that had thought anything different of elliot as he had grown up, but your school counselors can’t follow you around forever, right? at his present age, after having been harped at or scolded by several of them, a sharp elderly voice tended to activate his fight or flight response. he was wandering, thinking perhaps he might fiddle with the ouija board and with his typical travel mug full of not-coffee, he froze when she said that she didn’t bite. elliot came closer slowly, eyes finding the crossword she was working on. “oh! i’m really bad at those,” he said as he sat. 

“   still , give an old woman some company , won’t you ?   ”   a sly grin worked it’s way across her lips , and her tone turned lamenting .   “   it could be my last wish , you know .   ”   she slid her notepad across the table   (   it was mostly for ideas , she kept the private things in her planner .   )   and flipped it to a blank page .   “   we can work on it together , hm ?   now ,  nine letters .  forms over a wound and becomes a scar .   third letter is i .   ”   BLISTER ?   no , that’s only seven.

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ʟᴇᴠɪ

a little strange… a little strange, but the knowledge that dorothy, an 80-something year-old woman who liked arts and crafts may as well have been running the place offered fluke a certain sense of solace. it wasn’t some middle-aged man who liked hunting and keeping the proletariat at bay ( but fluke had absolutely no doubt in his mind that dorothy could probably overthrow the bourgeoisie if she wanted to ). so… he stood near her, trying not to make himself too obvious, but he wasn’t sure where his friends and/or friendly acquaintances were and he felt compelled to be in the company of someone… so what else would he do ?

hearing her work on her crossword puzzle, he wracked his mind for ‘dearth’ synonyms… then wracked his mind for the definition of ‘dearth’ – christopher probably would’ve known. it sounded like a mix of death and darth vader, but… it probably wasn’t… 

and then he was called out for just standing there like a clown – but in a nice way ! called out for standing there like a clown in a nice way ! walking towards her, placing a hand on the back f his neck, he replied, “ sorry – i, uh… wasn’t… ” where was he going with this ? mentally removing the sentence from existence by shaking his head like an etch-a-sketch, he started over. pointing to her crossword puzzle, he asked, “ what does, uh – what does ‘dearth’ mean ? ”

she smiled at him , soft and small but enough to show she wasn’t truly upset .  “  NOT ENOUGH .   surprisingly fitting for our circumstances , no ?   ”    she was wrong there .   they did have enough .   enough food   (   which was seemingly replenished every day without fail , she’d checked   )   , enough company — they had network , and entertainment ; but no freedom .   not the kind she wanted — to be home and free and to work on the quilt that walter always moved after she’d told him not to a million times .  

“  do you have anyone back home who would miss you , mister fished ?   ”   she despised the name he had chosen for himself BUT , he was   (   first and foremost   )  a guest ; and dorothy was nothing , if not professional .   “   i’m sure you do , a nice young man such as yourself .   my walter is waiting for me , the dear .   i hope he isn’t worried .   ”   she laughs at that , hearty and deep , before gesturing towards the cupcakes that she’d swiped when ASTER hadn’t been looking .   it wasn’t theft if she worked there , plus, being old had some perks . who was going to yell at a woman who looked like she was on her way out anyway ?

“   i’m joking , the man is so thick-skulled he wouldn’t panic if i BLED OUT IN FRONT OF HIM .   ”   not to mention , they’d been through much worse in their time together — oh , how she missed him .

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𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. — OPEN STARTER.

ft @manorstart​

dorothy chewed on the edge of her pen .   “   dearth .   ”   she mumbled , mostly to herself . eight letters , ends with y .    “   hmm...  austerity ?   ”   she moved to jot it down , frowning when she realised it wouldn’t fit .   delicacy , scarcity , sparcity ?   all were written out in the top corner of her paper , and then promptly crossed back out .   “   come sit , i don’t bite .   ”   she acknowledged the other presence for the first time since they’d entered the room .   exiguity ! she smiled to herself , quickly filling in the empty spaces of the crossword .   perfect .

[isilvers]

She was… excited? Yes, excited, when news broke about the manor being renovated, that meant more traffic in her small home town and, honestly? They needed it. Once she had unpacked all of her belongings into the staff house, she made her way toward the main. She wasn’t exactly on duty yet, though she wasn’t even sure what the schedule was. Rather, she made her way around the kitchen, her bright eyes settling on one of the guests of the manor. “The remodel is actually pretty amazing, huh?” Her tone giddy as she leaned against the island. “They tell me that from up here you can see the entirety of beaver creek, have you checked it out?”

open starter, @manorstart​

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“   it’s wonderful .   ”   she agreed , steady hands cutting up an apple into quarts .   dorothy liked to stay relatively healthy , especially when she would be on her feet all day .   she never was one to stick to just one duty , so she could often be found wandering the halls — doing small tasks as she spotted the need .

“   it’s out the back , beside the cliff .   if you focus carefully , you could see right into my garden .   ”    she smiled to herself , fondly .   it would be nice if she could see WALTER gardening while she worked .   it was too far away to truly see , of course . but it did bring her some comfort .    “   i used to roam this area a lot , as a girl .   i’m glad it’s been opened up again .   ”

[sawrpad]

“hey! Wait up! I have a question!” The older man yelled, knowing it really wasn’t the way to talk to strangers, especially paying customers but he really didn’t care. “I understand if you’re not really into talking but I seriously have to ask you something!" 

@manorstart​

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DOROTHY LIFTED her gaze from the paper she was reading . it was old   (   1989 ?   )   and the pages were y e l l o w e d and fragile from age . it was strange , just yesterday she had been reading one from 1954 in pristine condition .

raising a single eyebrow , dorothy fixed tobias with an inquiring stare .    “   i hope you didn’t plan on speaking to any of our guests that way , tobias .   ”