I've got myself a scoop!

Independent and Private RP/Ask Sideblog for DOROTHY CHAPELLE HIGGINS Female Reporter from Battle Tendency Will follow back through BLOODYDEVOIR Crossover and AU Friendly. Selective. Private. Multiship. Written by BECKOWSKY Est. 14th April 2017

[wehadfacesthen]

Greta Garbo, 1931, a photo by Clarence Sinclair Bull

“Being a movie star, and this applies to all of them, means being looked at from every possible direction. You are never left at peace, you’re just fair game.”

[fymodernflapper]

New York Marble Bar and Ice Cream Parlor, Queen Street

[aintthatakick]

[undauntedjourno]

[[ >8I ]] 

“GET THOSE SCISSORS AWAY FROM ME AND MY HAIR!!!”

   SNIP SNIP, JOJO!!!

[historicaltimes]

A newspaper fax machine, 1930s

via reddit

[franciegummstarstruck]

Judy Garland, striking a pose in 1939 🎀

[fymodernflapper]

Camera-bag, circa 1930.

[undauntedjourno]

[[ UGH ]] 

       “Now, now,” A finger pressed against her lips to silence her. Arm wrapping around her shoulders to reel her in closely. “I’m not the one here screeching like a damn ten year old child. You’re making this a  BIGGER   scene than it should.” He gestures to the the whole WORLD around them, “–you’ve got the locals worried and staring at us. I think one’s running to a booth to call the cops on our arses. Would you really want to get the BOTH of us in trouble during our stay here?”

         He pulls away from her, folding those thick arms across broad chest all while sticking his nose up in the air. A sharp huff leaves him as he rubs his fingers against his temple. “–Will you SHUT UP once I buy you that stupid new camera?” His brow twitched, aggravated of her presence. His very first encounter with her wasn’t a pleasant one. If she had not been snooping around, maybe the outcome would’ve turned out a bit different between Straizo and him. Maybe the girl wouldn’t even have to lose her damn tooth!

         Hearing a distant whistle, accompanied by a yell, Joseph immediately knew that some authority was going to come by and cause some sort of shit. Scrambling, his hand reaches out for the girl’s arm and tugs her away with him. “Oh c’mon! Let’s not waste anymore time here ARGUING! Standing around here isn’t going to benefit the both of us! Besides? Let’s be the FIRST ones in line to get you that stupid camera.” He looks glares back, sticking out his tongue, “–maybe if you behave yourself along the way, I’ll buy you the LATEST model~!”  

   SHE HADN’T EXPECTED THAT, EVEN WHEN SHE SHOULD HAVE. A small flinch from her, the moment that finger was pressed to her lips. Before a slightly more violent struggle (Or more accurately shrugs of her shoulders) erupted from her slender form when he had suddenly pulled her in with one arm. Being too close to this MEATHEAD, too close for comfort. LIKE HE EVER KNEW WHAT PERSONAL SPACE EVEN WAS. The threatening possibility that the law enforcement might get involved almost hadn’t completely sank in as she tried her best to retain whatever composure she even had left.

   Ugh... he had a point, either way.      But, it was just so. Hard. Not to sock him again, right then.

   AN INDIGNANT GRUNT would escape past her lips then, as Dorothy would manage to bring her tone down to an even lower one. Gritting those next few words past tightly clenched teeth-- ugh, her tooth, her poor tooth... she had never cared much about them until that day, funny really. “If you would have just responded back like a mature adult-- instead of stealing and breaking my camera the way you did-- ONLY to blame on birds! Of all things! We wouldn’t have caused a scene like this in the first place!”

   Before more could have been said, the American yelped when he had reached back towards her to tug at her arm in a last minute gesture to follow him, “O-Ow! Hey! HEY!” Not so hard! She had nearly voiced out, only to shoot another glare back at the man with the next thing that was said then. And oh-- OH! Sticking your tongue out? During a time like this? Breathe, Dorothy-- BREEAATHE... Get yourself that new camera before you start thinking over this entire plan of yours... about whether it had all actually been worth it, “Maybe you should start telling that to yourself instead of others, you jerk!”

[cheapantics]

Gives him some soda after training tho. - undauntedjourno

     “Who would’ve known you’d be a better maid than Suzie Q?” He chuckles, taking the bottle of cola that was offered to him. With haste, he tilts the bottle cap against the table to break its seal. “– don’t  tell her I said that,” he glares over at the journalist before taking a huge gulp of the refreshment. And of course, due to how carbonated the liquid was, he hacked up a burp. 

     “–Ough! Excuse me!” He snickers, leaning back against his seat and kicking his legs up to rest against the table frame. “Y’know, if this so called scoop doesn’t make it big for you, you may want to consider becoming a servant here. I’m pretty sure my coach would give you good pay compared to what THEY’RE paying you over at New York. You get to live in this nice villa, and perhaps … when I come by you get to serve me. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” 

[ @undauntedjourno ]

[undauntedjourno]

[[ Took you long enough ]]

      “It’s NOT MY F–AUUGH!!” It is definite that the he’ll be bruising down there soon. Feeling the sharp end of her toe box colliding against his shin, he immediately winces over, hopping on one leg while hugging the other. The sharp sensation transmitting and registering to his brain only made him deem this experience unpleasant and all too FAMILIAR. 

     “YOU! WHY YOU LITTLE–!” That  G I R L ! How awful it is to see her again! He THOUGHT THAT THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTER WAS A ONE TIME THING. Because of how quickly this situation has stirred for the both of them, the locals have now drawn their attention over to them. One can assume that these two are simply a dysfunctional couple, or rather that the woman is one angry tourist…

Regardless of what they thought, a sharp intake of air, suggesting that he’s channeling his might to recompose himself and ignore the discomfort. As much as he did not want to admit of being the one to blame, it’s best to avoid blowing things out of proportion. “–I’d consider if you’d ask NICELY.” He says, exchanging looks, seemingly to demand some sort of passiveness from her.

   DON’T. EVEN. FINISH. THAT. SENTENCE! 

   Not your fault? NOT YOUR FAULT?! EVERYTHING was your fault, you jerk! A pause then, as she took a step back to actually look at him-- An absolute feeling of DEJA VU befalling, as she watched him respond the way he did to that HIT. A brief moment of surprise overtaking her then, as her eyes would briefly meet with a pair that exuded the utmost STUPEFACTION. Before EXASPERATION would replace it all. 

   HE HAD ONLY RECOGNIZED HER THEN??? Dorothy wasn’t sure whether she should have laughed right then or thrown a LEFT HOOK to further AID him in remembering. Hands held out into the air itself-- practically wringing at whatever PARTICLE that had since grazed itself upon moist palms-- OH, that KICK wasn’t enough, it really wasn’t! But she would desist for the time being, fingers curling and balling into tight little fists. Uneven breaths of air coming in and out, especially when compared to the his own manner of recomposing himself. 

   That itself came as unexpected to her, in the midst of it all. This... BOUNCY IDIOT, actually knowing how to take a DEEP BREATH of air to cool himself down, especially after all of that.

   THE SENTIMENT WAS MOST CERTAINLY SHARED, if fate had been just a little kinder to her-- she would have NEVER have had to see or hear about him EVER AGAIN! But... she had a job! And this man (Using that term LOOSELY) was most likely the very one to get her up there! She could smell it, the BIGGEST SCOOP of her life! But, ugh... it had to involve him, why, just why???

   “Y-You’re just... unbelievable, you know that???” Ohhhh... where was she to even begin with that statement that he had just made? Voice however managing to lower itself down, for the time being. Even as a single finger raised itself to point harshly at him then, like a mother scolding her own child, “Why can’t you EVER own up to your own idiotic mistakes? Just, how old are you even?! Even a 12-- NO, a 10 year old has BETTER MANNERS than you ever will!”

[undauntedjourno]

[undauntedjourno]

[[ ALL FOR THE SAKE OF JOURNALISM ]]

     “Not really, and I DON’T REALLY CARE. Just relax, sweetheart. It’s only gonna be two photographs. That’s barely a handful.” He chuckled, pointer finger managing to reach the button. He winked, stuck his tongue out, and popped in a peace sign before the flash hits their eyes. “HOLY SHIT!” He blurts, breaking his posture and had the camera slip out his hand. Dark spots conquering his vision only for the moment. He luckily manages to capture the falling camera by the strap. Or so he thought.

      “—PHEW, that was a close one, wasn’t it?” he blinks and rubs at his eye afterwards. “The flash on that thing is incredibly strong.” he said, fingers fidgeting upon realization that nothing hung over them. His eyes shot towards the ground, only to discover the components of the camera torn from its whole being; scattered across the ground. “OH– Well if you look at thaaat… I’m certainly not one to be blamed here.” 

     His initial thought was to point the finger at her, but that would be clear bullshit. He’s at least gotta come up with a decent lie and beat around the bush for this. Joseph opts to take advantage of the pigeons’ presence here in Italy. They’re notably local. “Ah- ah! Before you say anything else, allow me to JUSTIFY!” He points towards a small group of pigeons that pecked the small pieces of bread that an elder by a bench sprinkled on the floor. “It was THOSE P I G E O N S ! I swear! One of them greedy little bastards swooped by and knocked your camera out of my hand!”

   AGGRAVATING NICKNAMES ASIDE, Dorothy was much too close to SHRIEKING her head off at him, by that point. As she directed a glare in his direction whilst frantically pressing her palms flat against her own ears (Making it seem like that OBNOXIOUS VOICE was a weapon in itself) Instincts to SMACK that stupid grin off his face growing all the more TEMPTING, especially with each PAINFULLY CHILDISH little gesture that he pulled by her side. A near disgusted grimace, as teeth clenched from that WINK she had then received. And then finally, came that SCREAM, triggered by the other’s own exclamation the moment the FLASH went off...

   IT WAS LIKE SOME SURREAL LITTLE NIGHTMARE, with her ENTIRE LIFE flashing before her eyes. If it hadn’t happened during that time on the bridge, it was certainly happening NOW. CHOKING ON HER OWN WORDS, wide, trembling eyes would fall upon the HORRIFIC SIGHT before her. Not even listening to his EXCUSE by this stage (No, NO MORE, she was not going to listen to another word from this IDIOT), Dorothy knelt herself quietly beside her baby... The WORST truly had happened then, her pride and joy. What in which she had worked her absolute HARDEST for-- shattered to pieces before her. Just like the DREAMS of so many...

  “Look what you did! It’s... it’s ruined!” Staggering back onto her feet, Dorothy threw a surprisingly well aimed KICK into his shin, when considering the shaky state that she was still in. Shaking from absolute HORROR and RAGE from all that had just transpired, in just a matter of seconds, “S-Shut up! Oh my God. SHUT. UP! They are going to have my HEAD for this thanks to you!”

   “You’re going to buy me a new one!”

[undauntedjourno]

[[ STILL A MORON ]]

      “—MMH, no, I do not. Either I have a WEAK memory or you’re not IMPORTANT enough to me to remember.”  Like water leaking from the ceiling, his words only poured out of him as a mere act of impulse. It’s something that he cannot control until the small details around him are piled up and are revised to create a bigger issue for him. 

     “Why are you pointing that thing at me? Are you some sort of photographer or something? You here to make me look good n’ famous?” He arched a brow, leaning in to tap at the camera lenses. It wasn’t long until he snatches the thing from those petite hands of hers. “Oh hoh hoh! I’ve never USED one of these things before! SAY ‘CHEEEEESE!’ ” He grins, pressing the button to enforce the flash and capture the image of the woman in front of him. 

      “Beautiful, you should really consider about becoming a MODEL.” He blows a kiss, fingers hovering over by the slot that printed out the photograph of Dorothy. He would then wave it in the air for the ink to dry before handing it over to her. “How about another one WITH me?” He leans in, turning the camera over in attempt to take a selfie. 

   THE NERVE OF THIS JERK! He... he was just-- EURGH! HE WAS IMPOSSIBLE! Dorothy had met with a good many JERKS in her time, but... how could a man like this even exist??? No, scratch that, after what she had been through back in NEW YORK-- the reporter needed to learn to expect ANYTHING, by this point.

   That statement was unfortunately quick to strike a nerve in her-- NOT IMPORTANT??? And here she was, doing so well too not to lash out. In the midst of her teeth clenching and eye twitching, she would FLINCH, the moment he had reached forward to tap the camera the way he had. And before she could even properly respond, things had only gotten worse from there...

   “What are you-- H-HEY! HEY!!!” She cried, not at all caring that the two of them were perhaps drawing the attention of others nearby. If he so dared to even damage her BABY, he was going to REGRET IT! Hands had by then reached forward to get her camera back, but to no avail. For this MUSCLE HEAD was ridiculously fast for one his size! Dorothy had closed her eyes and winced from that sudden bright flash, barely having the time to allow his comments to sink in. Just as that photo was soon enough slipped in between her fingers, as she attempted to shake off the daze in which she had been put in.

   “Y-You idiot! Do you know how much FILM actually costs???” She had cried out, the moment he would lean in close enough to have that selfie taken of them, “Give it back!”

[undauntedjourno]

[undauntedjourno]

   Dorothy is named after 3 Female American reporters: Dorothy Thompson (Regarded as the first lady of American Journalism, and also the first to be expelled from Nazi Germany), Marguerite Higgins (An American Reporter and War Correspondent who covered World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War) and Dickey Chapelle (Photojournalist and War Correspondent who covered World War II and the Vietnam War)

[undauntedjourno]

[[ He Knows Him ]]

“… Does he owe you somethin’ bella? ”

When a woman referred to a guy with any level of violence, one can only assume things went to shit. Was she someone of vague association? Clearly if she didn’t even know his name ( he guessed at least )— Maybe a flirting session gone awry? 

A shame. 

“ What he’d do to get you lookin’ for Jojo, hm? Someone with such sophistication like yourself looking for someone that rambunctious? That’s some passion… ”

   A simper, and then a huff... For just a moment, she would embrace that little bit of trivial coquetry-- for it wasn’t often that she would be treated in such a manner. Not with all the snooping that she would do-- unladylike, unbecoming, as they would snap at her in sheer aggravation. 

   With a grin however, the woman would then shake her head to herself before finally responding, “You bet he does! More than he himself knows, even.”

   She could have said worse, much, much worse. But when considering the possibility that this Italian man could have actually been a friend of his-- well, Dorothy found it wise to hold back, for now. Grin coming back full force at the belief that she was definitely getting somewhere.

   “That’s what you call him too, huh?” She had remembered that LITTLE BOY calling him by that... JOJO. And, he hadn’t exactly dived in to defend her HONOR too, at the time (Simply stating that the both of them should simply make a run for it and leave her there to PERISH by that... monster’s hand-- THE NERVE!), “There’s something big going on, and it’s not the war. And, this JOJO’s most definitely a part of it all. It isn’t exactly my style to just wait for things to fall into my lap, mister.”

[undauntedjourno]

[[ DOROTHY’S GONNA PULL ALL THE STOPS @cleankissed ]]

   “The name’s Higgins! Dorothy Higgins!” He will know her name someday, somehow. The day it comes up on the papers themselves-- thaaaat is if he was fortunate enough to stop by New York, sometime in the future. Already excitedly making her way over to his side, this was her chance to ask just a little more about what it was that had lead the British man here-- to the very heart of Italy, “‘Been seeing you hanging around that one big bozo! Y’know, spiky brown hair, beefy build, taller than the both of us-- pretty darn obnoxious voice... ‘specially when he gets kicked in the shins?”