Dolly Earnshaw

Still here~~

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me after ive been shit talking for 8 hours straight

[dollyearnshaw]

Possession: Bad Timing || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores yawned and ignored his question in a way that seemed completely natural. It would have been hard for her husband to bring up the subject again without seeming too eager to know about the origins of her new acquisition. 

“I’m going to sleep. Trust me, I can manage to return it. Any way, if I have to wait for you to get home you might be late,” she was reassuring him, but also reminding him that she had not forgotten how he was late the majority of the time. Mastering passive aggression was one of her less endearing traits.However, there was a light sense of mocking, as if she found it funny that a grown priest would be scared by a piece of wood with letters and numbers on it.

“Goodnight and don’t forget to turn off the lights when you come to bed,” she walked up the stairs and went into the bedroom.

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Indifference. Refrained from wincing.

At the sound of her retreating footsteps, River felt like each one of them was a stab dulling at the tip of the shank and becoming a blunt weapon viciously knocking against his heart. The drifting of their relationship. Dissipating. It was a muffled pain not yet at it’s peak. Far from it. Climbing at a steady pace. Hurt in it’s purest form.

“I won’t," was his answer despite the fact that he knew Dolly would not be able to hear.

The priest scrubbed at his jaw. A weight loomed over him.

My rosary. He clutched it. The weight had vanished.

Something was ticking. A clock not of his own.

[dollyearnshaw]

The next day Dolores had to attend a bi-monthly meeting where the Art and English department met and rambled about things they should do. She would listen and then try to pass them up to higher ups. Although, she usually resented having to miss her classes for this redundant 4 hours, today it seemed like a blessing. The rain only got stronger as the day went on and she would not be able to walk home. One of her colleagues would surely give her a ride home. 

 “ Thank you, Margaret. The last thing I need is to get sick before midterms,” she waved to the older woman as she got out of the minivan and onto her soaked ‘welcome’ mat. 

She scoffed as she took off her shoes and walked in; the Ouija board lay on the counter and she remembered she had put it in her drawer. “River probably put it out so I wouldn’t forget,” she mused on about what her husband would be doing at this very moment.

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Her heart was beating quickly and she wasn’t thinking clearly. The moment her doctor used the word “friend”  her face showed an unsubtle  disagreement with his choice of words. She stopped trying to mask her body language and she just sighed . 

Dolly’s always erect back was slumped, her perfect posture was now tense, but most of all her confident demeanor was cracked.

"I wouldn’t say ‘friend’. I mean, they used to be i guess…well, what I’m trying to say is that I met with…came upon a - uh person from my past that I thought I had broken all ties with."

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            Oh? The question was visible via tilt of the head and brief lift of his eyebrows.

            He is known for his gentle nature and indeed River is naturally so. However, there is always a limit and a tender demeanor can be so easily kneaded with sugar people would think nothing of it— of the too-warm smiles and too-welcoming open arms both figurative and literal. This man is poised, firmly soft, while underneath lurks an entity within an abyss of sinister darkness.

            “Why don’t you tell me about this person, Dolores?” Although it was more of a, 'I am your psychiatrist. It is in your well-being to tell me despite the polite nature of beckoning my question.'

[dollyearnshaw]

"Well, before I moved to California, I actually lived in Arizona. That's where pretty much all my family lives and where I lived for the first 22 years of my life. I had a lot of good times there. But I mean, I didn't like it. It felt so small..." Dolly's voice seemed to trail off and her countenance was full of too many memories and thoughts for her to say out loud. 

For a moment, she forgot what her doctor has asked. 

"Oh, and well this person is someone I was dated during that time," she looked at Dr. Lastro, "Typical, right?"

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Coalition || dollyearnshaw

            It’s been clawing in the pit of his stomach, this relentless sense of unease, an impending dread. All his years River’s intuition has served him well and had yet to fail the man once, so he pays special attention and phones his cousin the moment he rises from his slumber. Alerts her that he is going to visit and when the excitement is evident in her voice, a sense of relief floods his person. She will be alright as he gets to her.

            River was called for an interview in San Diego and he had been planning to visit his cousin because of it. Now with this unease throbbing periodically, there is an urge to just go and protect.

            He is on his way to catch the train when the author spots a familiar head of thick blue hair and movements that define one person from another. Blinks.

            "Dolly?"

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolly was in her car and was coming back from a long term summer camp job where she had been the artistic counselor. Her casual clothes had paint on them and she was hoping to change in the seemingly empty area in her car when she heard something. She jumped in her seat as she turned around to see a familiar face.

"Hey River! Haha, you scared me," she looked at him and saw that he was somewhat in a tense mood and was unsure of why this was. 

"So, what are you doing all the way over here?"

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—Munday Meme / Meet The Mun

[dollyearnshaw]

Tag 5 of your friends and make them fill in this form!

—✩❧Name: Potato~ 

  i was tagged by: river-lastro

tagging: cajxta

OCCUPATION: student and cat owner

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: none of these!

LIKE[S]: Drawing, Rping, sleeping, and wasting time (potatoes)

DISLIKE[S]: bad manners, super hot weather, waking up early, wet socks

FEAR[S]: Zombie Apocalypse, getting stabbed...idk

PERSONALITY TRAITS: similar to a slice of bread. but like not really. 

DISORDERS?: Mini Pyro

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

GENDER: female

HAIR COLOR: brown

EYE COLOR: brown

HEIGHT: 5’4”

PHYSIQUE: Potato shape

TATTOOS: Potato and Illuminati triangle on forehead

PIERCINGS: on my ears

RACE: Mexican

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: too many

PARENT[S]: both here.

Children: n o n e

PET[S]: 2 dogs 5 cats

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Potatoes

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to My Art. (aka a bottle of blue paint spilled on my bed that i will never clean)

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

"Well…I guess you could say I ran into someone I had not seen in a while," she did not want to put everything out on the table at once and so she waited for him to pry into what she really wanted to say. To get to the root of her actual problem.

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Silence followed her words as they hung in the air by the noose. His cue for input.

"A long-lost friend of yours?"

[dollyearnshaw]

Her heart was beating quickly and she wasn't thinking clearly. The moment her doctor used the word “friend"  her face showed an unsubtle  disagreement with his choice of words. She stopped trying to mask her body language and she just sighed . 

Dolly’s always erect back was slumped, her perfect posture was now tense, but most of all her confident demeanor was cracked.

"I wouldn't say ‘friend’. I mean, they used to be i guess…well, what I’m trying to say is that I met with…came upon a - uh person from my past that I thought I had broken all ties with."

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolly looked down and considered her options; Finally, she decided to give it a shot. After all, this man was being paid an absurd amount to sit there and listen to her. She might as well get her moneys worth and talk.

"Well…There is something that has been bothering me…”

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The urge to feign shock and utter a soft, condescending 'Oh? Is that so?' nudged at him like an adolescent that was terribly eager to carry out their first act of rebellion. He refrained.

Eyes shut briefly as he nodded once. Beckoned her forth with a small gesture of his hand.

[dollyearnshaw]

"Well...I guess you could say I ran into someone I had not seen a while," she did not want to put everything out on the table at once and so she waited for him to pry into what she really wanted to say. To get to the root of her actual problem.

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores walked into his office and tried to exert her usual sense of confidence and allure, the one that had become a natural reflex for most of her life. However, the fact that she had to put forth an effort made it all feel like a sham; The walls in her mind that had kept her composed and cold were in a moment of weakness.

She had lived and strange and complicated life. One that she could never see her husband understanding. Let alone this doctor. She had always grieved and suffered with grace and humored her way out of most uncomfortable feelings. Yet Something had happened to her recently that pushed her out of the confines that she had so clearly drawn and outlined so many time she had lost count. 

For the first time since she had started to see this therapist, she was actually considering not lying. 

As she sat down on the recliner in front of Dr. Lastro’s seat, she crossed her legs and waited for him to start.

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The air was bitter. Hesitant. His nerves buzzed with a pleasant thrumming sparked by sharp thrill. And as River closed the door, he could not help the briefest smile curling on his lips. Predatory. The python to his rodent.

Seated before Dolores. Fingers interlocked. Considering. Waiting.

"You are apprehensive. Uncomfortable," was his butchering of the boar of silence. A static hum reverberated within his cranium, within the room. Motionless. At ease. The opposite of the woman in front of him. "Your body language is stitched with the thread of anxiety."

The fire behind them spat and hissed.

An intriguing, unfinished piece of work placed for display, beckoning the audience to step forth and fix their fragmentary self, metamorphose into something uniquely molded by an altruist’s dove-like hands. That is what he recalls. It is to commence now.

"What is the needle that has punctured you so? What is the matter, Dolores?"

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores felt like an ant under a microscope and she could feel Dr. Lastro’s eyes looking straight at her. But something was different. His glaze was penetrating through her skull and into her mind. She thought she knew it at first. The way men saw her at bars or where ever she went on Saturday nights, but this was different. This was far more eerie. He had always been observant and quick to notice her actions, yet there was something very unnerving and in the room. Or maybe it was all in her head? She hoped it was; After all, she was not in a particular great state of mind. It would make sense if she was experiencing a bit of paranoia.

"Ummm…Oh you know. The usual things in life. Umm my car is in the shop. So I uuhh.. am taking a cab. So that was pretty stressful. I guess," it was hard to dance around his questions today. Her mind was not being quick or witty. She may as well have been blabbering about some other subject. However, if she could not lie today, she could at least try to avoid the truth all together.

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolly looked down and considered her options; Finally, she decided to give it a shot. After all, this man was being paid an absurd amount to sit there and listen to her. She might as well get her moneys worth and talk.

"Well...There is something that has been bothering me..."

[dollyearnshaw]

Possession: Bad Timing || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

"Fine, fine. I give up."

Dolly took the Ouija board off the shelf and into a drawer,” I will return this back to the place I bought it as soon as I can. Okay?”

She smiled to show that she still thought that River was exaggerating and that she was not entirely convinced of the dangers of her ouija board.

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"I’ll take your word for it. Would you like me to accompany you?" They had been married for many years and the priest liked to think that he had his wife’s habits and quirks noted in the pad of his mind. That included her forgetfulness concerning things of major importance.

River eyed the drawer warily and touched the cross lying inert against his chest for a vague sense of reassurance. It did not ease what he felt by much, if at all. This unnerved him.

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores yawned and ignored his question in a way that seemed completely natural. It would have been hard for her husband to bring up the subject again without seeming too eager to know about the origins of her new acquisition. 

"I’m going to sleep. Trust me, I can manage to return it. Any way, if I have to wait for you to get home you might be late," she was reassuring him, but also reminding him that she had not forgotten how he was late the majority of the time. Mastering passive aggression was one of her less endearing traits.However, there was a light sense of mocking, as if she found it funny that a grown priest would be scared by a piece of wood with letters and numbers on it.

"Goodnight and don’t forget to turn off the lights when you come to bed," she walked up the stairs and went into the bedroom.

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores walked into his office and tried to exert her usual sense of confidence and allure, the one that had become a natural reflex for most of her life. However, the fact that she had to put forth an effort made it all feel like a sham; The walls in her mind that had kept her composed and cold were in a moment of weakness.

She had lived and strange and complicated life. One that she could never see her husband understanding. Let alone this doctor. She had always grieved and suffered with grace and humored her way out of most uncomfortable feelings. Yet Something had happened to her recently that pushed her out of the confines that she had so clearly drawn and outlined so many time she had lost count. 

For the first time since she had started to see this therapist, she was actually considering not lying. 

As she sat down on the recliner in front of Dr. Lastro’s seat, she crossed her legs and waited for him to start.

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The air was bitter. Hesitant. His nerves buzzed with a pleasant thrumming sparked by sharp thrill. And as River closed the door, he could not help the briefest smile curling on his lips. Predatory. The python to his rodent.

Seated before Dolores. Fingers interlocked. Considering. Waiting.

"You are apprehensive. Uncomfortable," was his butchering of the boar of silence. A static hum reverberated within his cranium, within the room. Motionless. At ease. The opposite of the woman in front of him. "Your body language is stitched with the thread of anxiety."

The fire behind them spat and hissed.

An intriguing, unfinished piece of work placed for display, beckoning the audience to step forth and fix their fragmentary self, metamorphose into something uniquely molded by an altruist’s dove-like hands. That is what he recalls. It is to commence now.

"What is the needle that has punctured you so? What is the matter, Dolores?"

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores felt like an ant under a microscope and she could feel Dr. Lastro's eyes looking straight at her. But something was different. His glaze was penetrating through her skull and into her mind. She thought she knew it at first. The way men saw her at bars or where ever she went on Saturday nights, but this was different. This was far more eerie. He had always been observant and quick to notice her actions, yet there was something very unnerving and in the room. Or maybe it was all in her head? She hoped it was; After all, she was not in a particular great state of mind. It would make sense if she was experiencing a bit of paranoia.

"Ummm...Oh you know. The usual things in life. Umm my car is in the shop. So I uuhh.. am taking a cab. So that was pretty stressful. I guess," it was hard to dance around his questions today. Her mind was not being quick or witty. She may as well have been blabbering about some other subject. However, if she could not lie today, she could at least try to avoid the truth all together.

[dollyearnshaw]

Road Trip || dollyearshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

"Hmmm, well I did a lot. But I would have to say that some of my favorites were actually some of the more simple ones. Like this one time I used the body of goat combined with 6 horns for each head from other various goats and I gave him whiskers. He had 3 heads total..I was pretty hard to make room for all the horn and took a lot of trial and error. I really like how at peace their expression were though. Oh! I also made a cat with owl wings. I always used like roadkill and other things," she felt after all this rambling she should give him some sort of explanation.  

"It must have been pretty weird. Seeing a girl drive around in a truck picking up roadkill and taking it home," Dolly sighed and giggled," I guess I don’t really blame that town for not liking me too much."

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River blinked.

"I think people are afraid of things they don’t know much about and it turns into dislike," he worded carefully. Dolly did not seemed to be bothered by the information she had just granted to him and so River continued. “They’re not exposed to it long enough for the thing to be common and they can grow desensitized. It doesn’t give ‘em the right to act negatively, however.”

[dollyearnshaw]

"Yeah, I feel like that sometimes," Dolly shifted into park and felt relief now that they had reached their destination. She closed her eyes and stretched as she looked forward to not having to drive for at least the rest of the day.

The good feeling that came with the arrival was quickly overshadowed by her realization that the had reached the site of their job. The real work was yet to even begin. She sighed and looked over to her partner who had probably never lost site of their initial objective to begin with. How easily she had lost herself in his company that she had felt like they were just two college student out on some road trip.

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores thanked her driver and avoided giving him any more information about herself then necessary.

"Okay, Thank you sooo much. I know it must have been such a bother and this means a lot to me," Dolly got out of the car and waved farewell. She knew his car still smelt like her perfume and she took an odd sort of solace in this as she walked into the long and narrow walkway that lead to her home. Her home once one of the oldest in the area and one of the largest as well. Dolores spent most of her time in the house in the backyard which she had converted into an art studio. Although most of the time she spent playing with her cats and listening to music. Today she just lied down on a couch and fell asleep.

Later when her worried husband came home, she explained to him that she had had a headache needed her rest. She hoped Dr.Lastro would not tell him of her sudden departure, but in the back of her mind she knew he would not. 

The next week Dolly reassured herself that this was simply an appointment with a shrink. Nothing to worry about. But something about him unnerved her and made her want to leave his presence. However, her pride made her go through with showing up and she took a deep breath as she knocked on his office door.

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One-two-three.

River looked up from the novel he had been reading— so rudely interrupted— and tilted his head. Glancing at the clock on his desk, the time read a quarter past five and as he stood, wondered why his patient had not made an appointment. Not unexpected, but the question fluttered within the depths of his mind. His fingers gradually twisted the knob of his stereo’s volume. As Strauss was lowered and made as an aid for background comfort, River crossed the rest of his office and opened the door. He feigned soft surprise.

"Mrs. Earnshaw. This is unexpected." It wasn’t. "It is pleasant to see you." Not very. "Please, come in."

He stepped aside for her.

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores walked into his office and tried to exert her usual sense of confidence and allure, the one that had become a natural reflex for most of her life. However, the fact that she had to put forth an effort made it all feel like a sham; The walls in her mind that had kept her composed and cold were in a moment of weakness.

She had lived an strange and complicated life. One that she could never see her husband understanding. Let alone this doctor. She had always grieved and suffered with grace and humored her way out of most uncomfortable feelings. Yet Something had happened to her recently that pushed her out of the confines that she had so clearly drawn and outlined so many time she had lost count. 

For the first time since she had started to see this therapist, she was actually considering not lying. 

As she sat down on the recliner in front of Dr. Lastro's seat, she crossed her legs and waited for him to start.

[dollyearnshaw]

Road Trip || dollyearshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

"Hmmm, well I won a few. Enough to keep me going on to the next one. I actually won my red car in the bubble gum one. I also got really far in the egg tossing one, until I sneezed. I still got the second place. Taxidermy was really fun and I won a few of those. I had to stop when I started combining different animal parts together and my mother told me she was concerned."

She turned left and into a full parking lot as she looked around for a free parking place.

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He teetered along the edge of falling into amusement or wariness. River settled for an equal balance.

"What’re some of your creations?" Curiosity got the better of him. Imagination did wonders.

[dollyearnshaw]

"Hmmm, well I did a lot. But I would have to say that some of my favorites were actually some of the more simple ones. Like this one time I used the body of goat combines with 6 horns for each head from other various goats and I gave him whiskers. He had 3 heads total..I was pretty hard to make room for all the horn and took a lot of trial and error. I really like how at peace their expression were though. Oh! I also made a cat with owl wings. I always used like roadkill and other things," she felt after all this rambling she should give him some sort of explanation.  

"It must have been pretty weird. Seeing a girl drive around in a truck picking up roadkill and taking it home," Dolly sighed and giggled," I guess I don't really blame that town for not liking my too much."

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores squinted at her doctor and realized she had nothing left to say to him. She got up and walked out of the office and she knew that this would probably come back to get her, but she kept walking and didn’t look back until she reached the parking lot. 

Then she realized she had taken a cab to get there. Dolores never was very good at remembering the technicalities. All she knew was that she had no longer wanted to be there. So she left.She looked up an saw Dr.Lastro looking down at her.

She saw a young man in his twenties and she went up to him and used her girlish charm to get a ride. The man seemed surprised but agreed to take her since she seemed friendly and forthcoming. She waved goodbye at her doctor as she got into the car.

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"It seems that I have struck a nerve." 

River, with his hands behind his back, turned away from the window. Soft chuckling followed. That was not the reaction he had expected but it was an incredibly satisfying one nonetheless. Yes, the psychiatrist was there to aid those in need, but Dolores Earnshaw was a character that intrigued him more than any novel or documentary.

Wonderful progress.

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores thanked her driver and avoided giving him any more information about herself then necessary.

"Okay, Thank you sooo much. I know it must have been such a bother and this means a lot to me," Dolly got out of the car and waved farewell. She knew his car still smelt like her perfume and she took an odd sort of solace in this as she walked into the long and narrow walkway that lead to her home. Her home once one of the oldest in the area and one of the largest as well. Dolores spent most of her time in the house in the backyard which she had converted into an art studio. Although most of the time she spent playing with her cats and listening to music. Today she just lied down on a couch and fell asleep.

Later when her worried husband came home, she explained to him that she had had a headache needed her rest. She hoped Dr.Lastro would not tell him of her sudden departure, but in the back of her mind she knew he would not. 

The next week Dolly reassured herself that this was simply an appointment with a shrink. Nothing to worry about. But something about his unnerved her and made her want to leave his presence. However, her pride made her go through with showing up and she took a deep breath as she knocked on his office door.

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The Devil Is In The Details || dollyearnshaw

[dollyearnshaw]

"What paradise?" she had so much bitterness in saying so that she was close to embarrassment. However, she had learned to live shamelessly years ago and it was what kept her sane.

[mexiica-archived-deactivated201]

"You are unhappy and unsatisfied," he voiced. "There is hostility in the way you speak of him and it is embedded in your body language. Either the boat sunk before it could reach the shore of your paradise or."

River lifted his chin and exhaled through his nose. "The boat did not remove it’s anchor and never took off."

[dollyearnshaw]

Dolores squinted at her doctor and realized she had nothing left to say to him. She got up and walked out of the office and she knew that this would probably come back to get her, but she kept walking and didn't look back until she reached the parking lot. 

Then she realized she had taken a cab to get there. Dolores never was very good at remembering the technicalities. All she knew was that she had no longer wanted to be there. So she left.She looked up an saw Dr.Lastro looking down at her.

She saw a young man in his twenties and she went up to him and used her girlish charm to get a ride. The man seemed surprised but agreed to take her since she seemed friendly and forthcoming. She waved goodbye at her doctor as she got into the car.