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@myahjoyner
(Kiki Layne / 30 / female+she/her) Myah Joyner has been in Eden Ros for one week, and is from Indianapolis, IN, U.S.A. She is 30 and works as a freelance fitness coach & influencer. Rumor has it, she’s a hunter associated with the Order. She is driven and strategic, but also paranoid and untrusting. — (Bec / 24 / CST / none)
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🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
her family & old friends. she's already done that, in a way, by devoting herself to the Order. she knows that as an outsider let in, she can't prioritize them above her duties as a hunter now without it being taken as a lack of adherence to the Order.
⚖️ , 🩸, 🧠
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
killing a human. just a normal, standard human. she can easily compartmentalize hunting supernaturals, even with witches & wolves in their human states. but killing a human (unless in immediate self-defense with no other way out) is out of the picture.
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
jordan being her (future) brother-in-law was maybe one of the parts of that night that haunts her the most. an attack by a random vampire would've been traumatizing & damaging on its own; but jordan being someone she'd known for years & was near family with did a lot of damage to her psyche. it's completely skewed any chance of seeing any supernaturals as "good ones". it's magnified her trust issues. killing him was the worst thing she's ever done, and she refuses to touch on that fact with anyone. besides the fact that jordan going "missing" counts him among the dead in the public eye, she doesn't want to bring up that extra level of pain.
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
myah assumes that people think she's not good enough. she's had to deal with that her entire life. before it was judgement against her as a black woman studying medicine; now it's judgement as an outsider to the Order. she's been judged for being too affected by the incident; for seeming not affected enough to profit off it now; for not giving perfect fitness advice for everyone ever; for pretty much everything she dares to post online, really.
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🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
it's a solid blend of the two. on the one hand, exercising & physical training have been a source of comfort for myah. it's given her routine, kept her in good health, and given her a sense of security about being able to protect herself. she's always been an athlete, and running & working out have been important habits in feeling like herself.
on the other hand, it dips into her compulsive tendencies. she stresses about feeling safe, about keeping an upper hand, and over-compensates by working herself extremely hard to keep in peak condition. it's not so much of a kindness to herself as it is a necessity, and she will push herself harshly to keep up the pace.
Myah : Scott
(Love leaves scars when it all goes wrong.)
where: myah's flat in eden ros, scotland when: mid-june
A particular pattern of home improvements had established itself across the few moves Myah had made since college.
1. Secure the doors. 2. Secure the windows. 3. Put locks on all food storage. 4. Disperse weaponry throughout (secure) locations in the apartment.
(Make it safer— it's never enough—)
She set to work at the front door. Screws holding it into the wall were exchanged for longer, more durable ones, and extra locks were installed at the top & bottom at the door. All approved changes, but even if she didn't have it, she cared more about her own security than keeping a security deposit.
(It was never the entry— he came from inside— can't stop now—)
The few other doorways in the home got the same treatment — even the bathroom ended up with extra locks.
Next was the windows. Break resistant window films and alarms — only enough to slow someone down, but every second counted when it came to life or death.
(You needed that window to break, though. You never would have got him outside otherwise, he would have—)
Water break. Snack. Fifteen minutes of stretching and breathing exercises.
Pantry and fridge locks were newer additions to the home security. It was for the best; she needed any reassurance she could get that her food was safe. Anything even slightly questionable or potentially tampered with could shut her out for a day, and that wrecked havoc on her ability to keep going. As worries crept in, it just became easier to up the protection.
(When did this stop feeling safe? You used to love hanging around the kitchen when Scott—)
(...)
She blinked, and felt tears welling in the corner of her eyes. Slowly, she sat down in the corner of the kitchen, and wrapped a hand around the ring hanging from a chain around her neck.
(God, Scott would have loved this place. It's June and the weather's still perfect for his stupid cozy stay-in movie dates.)
She sniffed and wiped a hand across her face.
(In another life, this would be a good thing for you. This would be making you — both of you — happy.)
The chain dug into her skin as she slipped her finger into the ring. She clenched her hand into a fist, and just held it against her chest as she tried to control her breathing. She leaned her head against a cabinet.
(This is going to be a good thing. This is going to help you. You are going to find a way to be safe again, one day.)
(Like you thought you were with him.)
who: open! where: ahab's ferry (headed to the isle), mid-morning when: early july
(If you want to live here, you have to see the whole town.)
Myah leaned against the railing, watching the water wash against the side of the boat. It was... calming, actually. She hadn't been on many boats in the past, and the idea of this being the only transport to a part of the town was entirely bizarre. But the gentle rocking of the boat as it moved didn't make her ill, as she'd worried about - instead, she felt about as relaxed as she had been since making the move to Scotland. It was a clearly public place, and a hunter-affiliated one at that, so there wasn't a need to immediately stress about—
A hand settled on the railing, just in range of her peripheral vision, and the recoil was automatic.
(Danger— coming for you— what are you doing, you can't see anything here—)
She caught her breath, and gripped the railing again, metal rings clinking against metal rail. "I..." Myah took another deep breath. "Sorry. You startled me." She hated being jumpy— it was such a stupidly over-the-top reaction to something as mundane as someone standing near her. With her pulse back under control, she gave the stranger a once-over through her sunglasses.
(Not everyone is a danger, but you still need to be aware.)
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The distance between the door and the booth didn’t escape Todd’s notice. A clear view of the diner. An easy line of sight to every entrance and exit. The subtle scan for potential danger. Muscle memory. The kind every hunter carried, whether they realized it or not.
He was quick to file her away mentally. Definitely not one of the regulars. In fact, he was almost certain he’d never seen her before. Her face told him very little, but her body language spoke volumes.
“Take all the time you need,” Todd said, handing the coffee pot off to the nearest waitress. He even took a step back, giving her a little more space to settle in comfortably.
His own assessment wasn’t over yet. Strong posture. Defined frame. Sportswear. This early in the day, a stop at the diner almost certainly meant she’d come from some kind of workout. Maybe the gym.
“Hmm, well…” He glanced back toward the menu board. “We’ve got some great protein shakes. Classic vanilla or chocolate, and a Reese’s-inspired one made with powdered peanut butter.”
“There’s also a high-protein breakfast plate that’s popular after a workout. Lots of construction workers and trainers swear by it. Comes with sausage, a Spanish egg-white omelet, beans for fiber, and you can add carbs depending on whether you’re bulking or cutting.”
She skimmed through the menu as he spoke, but the options he mentioned frankly sounded the best right now. “I’ll do a shake and the breakfast plate, then. Vanilla shake.”
(Omelet, beans, sausage. You can do that. Hunter-owned— probably hunter-owned. That’s what you’ve heard. The food will be fine.)
“I’ll skip on the carbs.” She set the menu down. “And I’ll take a water, too. With ice. Please.” The diner might be American style, but from all the different dining defaults she’d heard of in Europe, she just wanted to be sure she was getting what she was used to.
Myah eyed the man taking her order cautiously — typical restaurant-employee-wear, probably mid-40s. (No tattoos visible, but it’s not unusual for hunters to keep those covered. And some don’t have them, evidence: you.) He hadn’t said too much yet, but his accent felt pretty American to her ears. A small bit of respite from the overwhelming ordeal of moving overseas.
location: dumont diner
The smell of coffee and bacon wrapped around every customer walking through the main doors, 500 Miles playing softly through the speakers while the waitresses made sure everyone’s cup of joe stayed full.
It was a usual early morning: busy booths, the bell from the kitchen ringing, and Todd at the grill flipping pancakes, a towel over his shoulder and his flannel tugged up to his elbows. He added extra blueberries when he noticed the usual 8 a.m. customer sitting at the bar. One of the regulars — and he already knew they needed an extra bit of pancake goodness before heading off to work.
The customer had barely sat down before Todd was there with a fresh cup of black coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of them.
“The usual this morning?” His smile was faint, but already there, welcoming anyone in with carbs and caffeine.
Even while stacking dirty dishes and wiping down the counter, Todd’s eyes drifted for a second whenever the door rang with someone new walking in.
“Morning. Know what you wanna order?” Todd asked as they sat down, menu in hand, while he came over with a fresh pot of coffee.
Myah knew that moving wouldn’t fix her problems, but she hadn’t counted on how badly homesickness would hit this quickly. A week in to her new life overseas, and already the worry that this had been too hasty was itching at the back of her mind. Finding something even slightly American was a relief, then, and from what she’d heard, the place was hunter-owned too.
(You don’t know — not safe — can’t be sure — )
She took a deep breath and pushed through the door.
Immediately, she zeroed in on a corner booth with a solid view of the room and entryways. She took a seat, and as the man approach, reluctantly slipped her sunglasses off.
(You’ve heard reliably that this is a hunter-owned spot. This is an occupied place. The windows are open and the sun is up.)
“I… need a minute,” she said, eyes flicking down to the menu for a moment. It didn’t look particularly complicated, but she’d have to pour over the options and pick them apart in her mind before she’d be able to decide what she could stomach this morning. Her morning workout had left her hungry, but that couldn’t compete with the incessant need to check and double check options and ingredients and risks and choices.
(Try to sound friendlier.)
“Actually… do you have any recommendations?”
Can I request neon style dividers? Like neon hearts and stars and stuff? Thank you so much!
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I'm actually pretty happy with how these turned out lol. Here you go!
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Myah as textposts (pt 1/?)
KIKI LAYNE
as requested by @katesharmaa | request half completed
through THIS LINK or the source link you will be redirected to 234 gifs of KIKI LAYNE in her role of nile freeman in THE OLD GUARD (2020). all gifs found here were created from scratch by me (kaetastrophe gifs) so please like or reblog if you’ve found these gifs useful.
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Myah Joyner (she/her)
Hunter | The Order
Final girl turned fitness influencer
