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[juniarose-blog]

@evbeaumont ( @rowanofwar ) LOCATION: New Utopia Prison DATE: October 1, around 9:00am

Junia had lost Stella among all the commotion, but her thoughts were too preoccupied to worry overmuch about her safety, only assured that she would be able to escape. Right now, Junia’s thoughts turned to another human: Evangeline. Going into this morning’s exchange, Junia hadn’t allowed herself to have any doubts. She refused to create any fuel for a self-fulfilling prophecy, and thus had remained unrealistically optimistic. However, even her cloak of optimism could not shroud the pain of being separated from her love, and in a brief moment of panic and fear and desperation the two of them had decided on a meet up point, in case everything went awry.

Even now, as she desperately dodged wings and turned corners with only the harsh sounds of her breathing for company, Junia was not sure what their meeting would do. She wanted to think that it was so the two of them could escape together, make sure the other was safe. However, as she neared the hallway that now held empty cells, a sick churning began in her stomach. It felt like she was running towards some sort of precipice, yet she didn’t slow her pace--she could not. 

Turning the corner, she gasped a breath as she saw Evangeline up ahead, seemingly unscathed, but she would not feel better until she was closer, until she could be sure. Junia slowed down just enough to avoid crashing into the human, but instead landed against her, wrapping her arms around Evangeline in a quick embrace. Unbidden, tears appeared in her eyes, but she blinked them away just as fast. She would not believe this was goodbye. “Are you okay?” Junia asked, pulling away slightly, worry marring her brow. “It has all gotten quite chaotic. I--I don’t know if we’ll make it out.” The words, tripped off her tongue as accidentally as those tears had sprung in her eyes. Surrounded by shadows, metal bars, and blood-stained floors, it seemed futile to remain optimistic.

[catalystunbound]

2, 4, 6, 8 ,10

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Adelaide’s face is littered with freckles, and when she smiles wide enough she has a single dimple in her left cheek. She has scars littering her legs from years of jumping fences and running through places she very certainly shouldn’t be running-- and a birth mark on her ass that looks suspiciously like Manhattan. 

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

She is a horribly smooth talker; she speaks before thinking, and so the words flow freely. Adelaide is well-read and quite the rambler when she gets on a roll, but she usually doesn’t trip up over herself. Probably from all those years of assuming false identities and lying her way into peoples’ homes; it’s not the most wholesome reason, but it’s a reason. 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

Answered here [ x ] !

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

She tends to plan ahead for all possible circumstances before getting herself into situations, but sometimes it’s just impossible. Adelaide is quick on her feet, quick to make excuses and fabricate stories on the fly. Sometimes her tongue can get ahead of her, and weave stories that she can’t quite keep up with, but she does a good job of keeping her facts straight as they tumble out. 

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

Answered here [ x ] !

[stellapryce]

3, 7, 9, 15, 22

(already answered 9 :3)

3.[Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?]

Stella’s accent is fairly standard Middle American fare. She developed speech quickly as a child and so was completely verbal by the time she was put into foster care, sent off from Ohio. While she did spend some brief time in the South, it wasn’t enough to influence her speech. You’re more likely to notice the odd conglomerate of intra-national slang that she uses than any real distinguishable accent.

7. [How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?]

If you asked this question a few years back, maybe before moving up to Paradise, the answer would be wholly different. Back then, Stella was a “bad seed” and she thought so herself. It’s what she had been told her whole life, more or less. And up until just before the Holy War split the world in half, she more saw herself as positive – a force of good, ready with a smile and a helping hand. She’s still that same woman, but the lines are more firmly drawn and so she’s less confident to call herself “positive,” “good,” on the side of the Light. It seems to hold more meaning now, as does “negative,” “bad,” or Dark. She’s firmly in the middle, neutral. Just living her life and hoping for the best for herself and all her fellow humans.

15. [Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?]

She absolutely can multi-task. No waitress worth her salt can only focus on one thing at a time. She was always that way, always alert and watching, cataloging different parts of her environment at once.

22. [Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?]

Fifty-fifty, on this one. Generally, Stella does trust most people, but only to a certain degree. She trusts every customer coming in to pay their tab and treat her with respect, to do the basic level of human decency. But she’s not inviting just anyone into her home and heart. Her bed, is another story, for another time. If she’s engaging you for anything more than a night’s romp or the afternoon special, Stella takes some time before she’ll let you close.