3 JULY 2011 || The Duchess of Cambridge and Prince William at the Charlottetown Airport in the Prince Edward Island on the fourth day in Canada while on tour of North-America.
After the amount of drinks her ‘date’ had consumed on their evening together, it’d taken very, very little to convince him to ‘take the shortcut through the back’ to get back to where the pair had left his car. Even less to get him to boast about his abilities to ‘protect them both’ in case of any muggers lurking in the alley’s shadows. Sela had a specific vision in mind for her newest piece, and that meant that this poor excuse of a man needed to be in the mood to strike some very specific poses. This too, wasn’t proving to be a problem.
“...You’re like a regular Hercules.” A strychnine smile, and the man lifted both arms in a Herculean pose. Unfortunately, he dropped it with a laugh, almost as soon as he’d stricken it. Sela laughed, a flirtatious little sound, and a gloved hand stopped the man, silently turning his attentions to her. The pair stopped- the man’s shoe coming into contact with a stray bottle crate, the sound of the empty bottles rattling masking any other sounds of the alley. “Do that again,” Sela playfully demanded, one gloved hand beginning to slide the other glove off.
The man grinned like a fratboy who thought his kegstand chug was impressive, and brought his arms up once more. At Sela’s encouragement, he held the pose longer this time, that stupid grin somehow growing even wider. For her part, Sela smiled approvingly and allowed her eyes to wonder- until her hand was finally freed from it’s prison. Now-bare fingers reached up to caress the man’s alabaster cheek, and for a moment, she felt the warmth of the alcohol induced flush across his cheeks. But only for a moment.
The shift in his expression was almost instant, despite his slowed reaction time, as the skin beneath her fingers turned into a gray stone that quickly spread to cover his face and the rest of his body beneath his expensive suit. Within seconds, the man was gone- replaced by a terrified stone copy.
She rubbed at the now cold, rough cheek and smiled, before glancing towards the other end of the alleyway. Where her eyes narrowed at another’s in the dim light.
when joseph’s mom was engaged to her husband [joseph sr.] she went through a period of anxiety and self-doubt in regards to whether marriage was what she really wanted. there was a moment where she went out of town to see her sister rhoda. on this night, she ended up having a one-night stand with a random guy she encountered at the bar. rhoda did nothing to stop it.
this was because rhoda was like, ‘who cares? i bet your ‘boyfriend’ would have done the same and viewed it as a final chance of freedom,’ but joseph’s mom still felt terrible. she went back home and shortly after found out she was pregnant.
she wasn’t going to have an abortion because at the end of the day, she was one of those people who believed abortion to be one of the most evil things you can do. and because she feared what the truth would bring, she decided to pin her unborn baby on joseph sr. Because hey
their marriage wasn’t far away at this point and she wasn’t even showing yet.
then, of course, she had the audacity to name her son after her husband to seal away any suspension.
there is never a moment where joseph’s mother doesn’t feel bad about what she did in her past. however, at the very same time, joseph jr. is the only good thing in her life. she prioritized him before everything else.
ultimately, joseph looks more like his mom and people in her family.
and also, this is why when his mother considered running away, she wanted to take him with her. because joseph didnt belong to joseph sr.
so, needless to say, when joseph was struck by lightning as a kid, she thought it was because of her adultery. i mean, she is a woman who wanted to preach in the past, she did so many community-related things in the name of god, and she had the audacity to sin like this? all and all, the experience was ‘humbling.’
is that [MIGUEL GOMEZ]? no, that’s just [JOSEPH MEJIA]. [HE/HIM] is/are [THIRTY THREE] years old and is/are a/an [OWNER OF CLOAK & STAGGER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [SEVEN YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [DILIGENT & INTUITIVE]. but watch out! they can also be [DECEPTIVE & BRASH]. [IN TOO DEEP BY EMINEM] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!
hello everyone, the name’s marie and this is joseph/jos/joey/jo. i’m pretty chuffed to be back in a group roleplay after so long. i love love love to chat crap and plot so please drop into them ims or like this and we can chat. or you can hmu on discord, just ask.
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history
joseph was born in long island, NJ. he was the youngest of four brothers and one sister with a fairly spotty connection to their respective fathers.
as the youngest, he would try to copy his brothers a lot and it often got him into trouble with playing rough or wanting to get their attention.
when two of his brothers moved to los angeles, joseph decided that he wanted to move out there too and study at the university of california in healthcare.
he struggled significantly with money and had heard his brothers talking about quick cash and the people they knew to get it. he’d never considered LA to be glamorous but his brothers introduced him to a live fast lifestyle.
during his time in LA, joseph did things that he refuses to talk about. when he was in his mid twenties, his brother drove intoxicated with him in the car. there was a collision with his brother declared dead at the wheel. jo attempted to save the mother driving the other car but she didn’t make it either.
from that day he resigned from training in medicine and headed back to new jersey. his sister worked with someone in a small town called springhill. joseph spent a little while there working as a mechanic before deciding to purchase cloak & stagger with the cash he’d saved up over the years and from various jobs.
he has now lived in springhill for seven years.
personality
joseph knows he’s a good guy with a good heart. despite falling into unsavoury habits during his time on the west coast, it was never his path to follow.
he loves his family a lot and visits his sister, close-by brother, nephews/nieces and ageing mother often.
he’s softly spoken but knows how to raise his voice if he has to...and in a bar, sometimes he definitely does have to.
wanted connections
I honestly enjoy any sort of connection. i’m down for exes/flings/platonic/friends/regulars/employees/ghosts from his past/a confidant/the person he lends an ear to behind the bar/the whole ANYTHING.
