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justanotherrpmeme‌:

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

bold which habits your muse has

#￫ hidden secrets: headcanons ￩

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sydneyxlennox‌:

As she realised that there was someone else there, she couldn’t help but realise how ridiculous she was being. She should have stayed home, should have stayed where no one could see her and no one would know that she really wasn’t ok. Her brother didn’t need more stress, and she would not be a burden for him, if this

But as of yet she didn’t know how to think about the situation without crying. It had all been so cruel, more so for her son then for her. He was so young, had so much life ahead of him, and it was taken, just like that. It was why she was so scared about this baby. She knew she could find out the gender now, but that would make it real, and she was too afraid to do that. Even now she still wore clothes to hide the small bump beginning to form, too afraid of people learning.

The other woman was just being kind, and she could hardly be rude to that. Even if the last thing she wanted to do was talk. “Counting regrets I suppose, wondering how life has ended up like this” and she supposed that made even less sense.

Joan was no poet or scholar, but she knew damn well what that phrase meant. She looked over the woman, ancient thoughts stirring at the words.

Life was super weird and Joan preferred not to be nostalgic or dwell too much on her background, but sometimes, she couldn’t help it. Accomplishments and regrets went hand-in-hand with her, neither outweighing the other. Outside of her time with Janice, and the brief moments she had spent with Nicole, her entire childhood had been a regrettable experience that she both wanted to take back and never relive.

Everything didn’t wind up so bad for Joan though. Granted, she had to give up her career over a few embarrassing emotional scars that never healed, however, she was overall doing okay. She couldn’t say the same for the woman next to her though. Joan’s thumb traced itself in the ground beneath them prior to her looking forward with a deep sigh.

Wow. She felt like she was about to tread into some pretty deep territory.

“Yeah, been that, done that,” she agreed, yet her nosy, forward self was not satisfied so she pressed, “You make it sound like winding up in Raeford was the worst thing that could have happened to you, though, I’m assuming that what you’re thinking about has nothing to do with Raeford, huh?”

#￫ time to deal with: sydney ￩ #sydneyxlennox

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captinxharrisonxdanvers‌:

It wasn’t that Harrison minded people that much, he didn’t. He had once been a people person. But then he had also been someone who would tell jokes, laugh, even smile. Now he just felt like a shell of the man he had been once. As if rather then being a human he was just some husk that was walking around, trying to figure out a way to cope and failing miserably. Not that he would say that was how he felt to anyone, instead he would just stay quiet and pretend to be k.

He hadn’t even noticed the girl before she had come over. It was odd, once he had been so observant to everything that was going on, but now it seemed like his sense had dulled and he missed more then he picked up on. Maybe that was the case, maybe after everything he just didn’t care enough anymore to look.

He didn’t respond, not sure he had really been offering, or just asking to be polite. He might have lost a lot of himself, but his manners would never fade. “Would it matter if I did?” he asked, assuming not with the amount of confidence that the girl seemed to have. It was refreshing. “Harrison Danvers” he replied as he shook her hand.

Polite with a bit of bluntness. Joan liked that. Although she herself often had the inability to retain her manners while also being straightforward, she admired those that could do that. It was beyond her how they did it, however, all that mattered was that they did do it, and that marked them as okay in Joan’s book. Which was not that easy to do, and even when one was deemed as such, it did not guarantee that they would always be.

It was too early for Joan to give a complete judgment of the man.

“Harrison Danvers,” she repeated as their handshake ended, the name rolling off her tongue before she chuckled, hand wandering up to her hair so she could play with the bottom of it, “And what is your business here in Raeford, Mister Danvers? I’m sure that a fellow as handsome as yourself came with good reason.”

The comment itself was not meant to be flirtatious so much as it was to be a compliment. Joan had spent so much time in show business that slipping in words like that into casual conversation became normal to her. Of course though, in a small town like Raeford, anything could get twisted into something more than it was. Joan knew that damn well.

#￫ time to deal with: harrison ￩ #captinxharrisonxdanvers‌

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4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

Joan is rather tall for a woman, standing around five foot nine. She has a slender figure though, only weighing one hundred eight pounds. Although she does have some self-image issues, she is also aware that most people find her attractive, so she uses that to her advantage when it comes to flirting or getting what she wants. She finds her height inconvenient, however, and wishes she was shorter.

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

If an environment is not stressful for her, Joan can be playful and pleasant company. While she acts snooty, she also spoils others and takes advantage of her wealth to help if she feels it’s right. However, if an environment is stressful for her, or she is forced to do something she doesn’t like, Joan can get very temperamental and feels threatened by her lack of control.

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

She works. Most people do not notice her tendency to occupy herself, but she tries to keep herself busy. Otherwise, pent up emotions can evolve negatively and cause her to lash out at others. While it still happens, she tries to avoid it, hoping to tire herself out before reaching that point.

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

Joan did not always wear so much makeup or dress so flamboyantly. It makes her feel secure, like the image that she creates through it is one that she is safely putting up. If she does not go out of her way to present herself to someone, then it is a symbol of vulnerability and trust from her end.

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

People are cruel and will try to shove her down. Due to being bullied so intensely during high school and having her trust betrayed, Joan thinks she always has to fight back and keep up a specific facade in order to not be taken advantage of. Letting people into her life is difficult for her because of this.

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

She wishes that everything was easier, that she could be as innocent as she was when she was still a child. Now though, Joan thinks that she sees people for who they really are, which makes it impossible for her to hold that mindset anymore. 

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In hindsight, it had been a terrible idea to book an appointment at Raeford General, the local hospital, at the beginning of September.

For once, it was crowded in an area of Raeford. The waiting room was packed with many people, mostly parents and their children, who were getting their required vaccines before the school year begun again. This type of setting was rather alien to Joan, who had been sitting there for the past forty-five or so minutes, drumming her fingers against her knee. This was so tedious, they may have well called her and asked her to bump back her appointment a few days if they knew it was so packed. All she needed was a damn check-up.

She had already gone through all of the beauty magazines on the table to the right. Most of them were editions she owned far before this visit. Joan enjoyed keeping up with trends and there were hardly any out there which she missed. That being said, of course, this left Joan with nothing to do. She was terribly, terribly bored. Which was what drove her to turning to the person on her left, speaking to them for the first time since their arrival.

“Isn’t it awful, how busy it is?” She asked the other with a slight huff, “I mean, making us wait this long is plain barbaric. Whoever organized today’s appointments must have not been in the right state of mind.”

#￫ read the script: open starter ￩ #raefordstarter

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noxhlennox‌:

Noah knew he’d been shutting himself away from everyone around him in the past weeks. He wasn’t entirely sure how else he could cope, though. As if Devon’s death hadn’t been harrowing enough, he’d had to go through the motions of planning a funeral - attending the funeral, he was sure, would be burned into his memory forever. He’d be damned if the whole town hadn’t turned up - a turn out he hadn’t quite been expecting, but a day completely flooded by emotions. It had taken him three days to drag himself back out of bed after it.

He supposed this was always going to be painful, but didn’t time heal all wounds? Maybe it was just a process of learning to cope with it as time passed. He knew that he’d never stop missing Devon, but wasn’t it supposed to get easier? Six weeks was possibly a little short of time for that to happen, but he guessed that he’d get there in the end. 

Once he’d found himself in The Grind, he’d almost instantly recognised the girl in front of him - he and Devon had spent plenty of date nights in the Raeford Odeon, and he knew that Joan Russell was the one to own it. He managed a light laugh as she addressed him, “Guess it is me, in the flesh. Hey, Joan.”

Joan had always struck him as a pampered type of individual - in many ways reminding him of his younger sister, Abigail. He knew that Joan didn’t come across as so much of a brat as his younger sibling, but there were other factors that seemed to echo Abi, in his opinion. Still, it wasn’t something that he’d voice - as far as he knew, Joan had never wronged anyone, and Abigail was on a completely new level of fucking up the lives of the people around her. 

He shook his head slightly, biting back a playful smile, knowing that it was far better just to go along with her word than try and act against her. “Fine, but just this once. The next time I catch you in here, it is absolutely on me.” He replied, leaving absolutely no room for argument in his tone. The whole point of him speaking had been to pay it forward, whether the other person had really needed it or not. 

Noah glanced towards the cashier, offering another small smile, “I’ll just have a cappuccino with a shot of caramel, please.” It was his usual drink, other than espresso, but seemed to be a staple of his coffee experience. He turned back towards Joan as his drink was being prepared, “Alright, I’ll indulge you in sitting with you, but I’ve got some errands to run today, too. Where do you wanna sit?”

Noah was a sweetheart.

He really was. In comparison to many folks in Raeford, he always had good intentions. What happened to him should have occurred to somebody far crueler, more malicious. Yet it hadn’t. Joan couldn’t help feeling for him, and also admire him for continuing to be such a kindhearted person despite what happened to him. She would not have been able to do the same.

It was the truth too. Past afflictions from other people alone had shattered a part of her heart that had once been far more full of love. A death? A death would have broken all of it.

So, Joan stood by her point: Noah was amazing.

“We’ll see about that.” Joan replied to Noah’s promise, unable to resist a smile that teased her lips. She let him have a moment to order, and for his request to go through, before looking around the shop for a perfect place for them to sit.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she pointed towards a small table by the window, to which she said with a proud smile, “That one!” Once their orders were served and in their hands, Joan used her free one to tug on Noah’s sleeve, leading them towards the spot she had chosen.

Once they arrived at it, Joan plopped down in one of the two vacant seats, humming in delight as she did so. Looking down at the waffle cake she had been given, she took a bite. It tasted like Heaven. After swallowing, she made a quiet, pleased sound prior to bringing her attention to her companion. Once more, she found herself smiling in a rather genuine way. It was hard not to with Noah.

“Thank you for joining me, Noah. Now, do indulge me. What are these top secret errands that you are going to be running after breakfast? I happen to also be free today if you need any assistance.”

She was feeling... Generous today.

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quinnrxynxlds‌:

When Quinn realised who was sitting across her bar, she almost had to fight herself from rolling her eyes. Joan Russell, she’d learned, was an acquired taste. She seemed to be the complete opposite of Quinn; put together, eloquent, polite as all get out - and, of course, a little bit spoiled. Quinn had always been the opposite of all of those things - but each to their own, she supposed. She knew that it could get exhausting, very quickly, dealing with someone who had as high end and expensive tastes as that of Joan - but she’d always managed to take it in good faith, usually making a joke or two at the woman’s expense along the way.

She laughed lightly at the woman’s words, “Honey, I am the furthest thing from lazy,” Quinn replied, shaking her head softly. For the most part, that was true. When it came to running the bar, Quinn Reynolds was a one woman machine. She’d learned the ins and outs of the business by herself, dealt with all of the accounting, advertising, correspondence with suppliers and everything else that could potentially be involved, on her own. For the most part, she was actually quite proud of that, which showed in her next quip, “Besides, there’s a lot more that goes into ownin’ a bar than remembering favourite drinks.” It was a tease, but there was still honesty behind it. 

Nodding gently, and with a slight smirk, she moved away for a few moments to prepare Joan’s drinks, setting them back on the bar in front of her once she was finished, “On the house, since I’m such a terrible bartender,” She teased, laughing lightly, “I think we’re gonna need to invest in a high end cocktail bar in Raeford to keep up with you and these fancy ass drinks, you know.”

She knew that Quinn was right. There was no way that somebody who was lazy would last as long as Quinn did in the military. Nor would they be able to handle running Tappin’ Boots. Being the owner of Raeford Odeon, Joan was well aware of the struggles that came with running a facility in this town. There was so much more than what met the surface and people seldom recognized that.

Not that Joan was going to admit that to Quinn. How did that one saying go again? Ah, yes: it was the thought that counted.

Joan merely snickered at what she said and then waited for her drinks to be served, playing with her hair. Tonight was one of her rare nights off — the theater was almost always open which meant that she worked more frequently than most thought — and she was intent on enjoying it. She didn’t get drunk silly everyday, but she would let this one time be the exception. It could be fun; would be fun.

Once the drinks were set in front of her, Joan went for the raspberry sgroppino after a short laugh. She took a sip, enjoying the delicious buzz that came with it, prior to setting the drink down with a teasing tilt of her lips.

“Very generous of you. In return for the free drinks, will I have to fund in this fancy bar? Believe me, I gladly would if it meant that it would further accommodate me with eloquent drinks.” Joan said, only partially joking. She had the money to do it, after all. Before she could entertain the idea further, however, she took the subject in another direction, “Enough about me though, Quinny, how have you been? For realsies, ridiculous show tastes aside.”

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sydneyxlennox‌:

The creek had seemed to be the perfect place to go that day. It was so peaceful, so quiet. No one would notice if she was sitting there crying. She couldn’t help it, it was Tommy’s birthday, he should be two. He should be there with her and Nathan getting excited over presents and getting sick off of cake. Instead she was sitting there, alone, with noting but memories of her son crying because he was in pain. Perhaps it was self-pity, but she wasn’t sure what else to do.

Hearing someone’s footsteps, she quickly wiped her cheeks, hoping it wasn’t obvious she had been crying. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” she said. If she acted like she was fine and everything was normal, perhaps someone else would believe it. 

Joan was a total tragedy when it came to comforting people. So much so that she had considered walking away when she saw a woman crying by the creek. What was she supposed to do? She was quite sure that she didn’t know her either. Wouldn’t it be awkward if she just approached her?

Probably. She had to try though. Joan felt inclined to. She herself had spent many days crying without anybody realizing it, mostly throughout high school. Nobody had ever noticed it due to the amount of makeup she lathered on, and if they had, they didn’t care enough to approach her about it. That was why her feet found themselves moving towards the other. When she received her attention, Joan knew it was too late to back out of this.

“Sure is,” Joan said, and then moved to sit down besides the woman, and continued, “Seems like it has been a rough one for you though, doll. Something bothering you?”

Obviously, she internally chastised herself for the idiotic question, but let it go.

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caseyromero‌:

“I sure do hope it makes me sound like an officer following protocol, ma’am.” Casey quickly retorted, losing the patience she already didn’t have very quickly. “The sooner you give the info to fill these, the sooner I can send someone to look for your purse. And, if it was a druggie, as you put it, who stole your purse, you being difficult is just giving him time to find a dealer who’ll have his newly found 300 dollars. Time is money, ma’am. Your money.”

The Korean-looking woman was clearly annoyed, but went on anyway, rambling about how she was such a big deal - how shocking. “Okay, that’s all I needed, thank-” she started, but was almost immediately interrupted by the other yet again.

“We’re the ones who have to worry about that, miss Russell. We’ll call as soon as we have your purse back.”

Usually, Joan appreciated seeing some bark and bite, especially from another woman. In this case though, it took her aback, made her stare at the other with pressed, unamused lips.

This officer was trying to act tough with the wrong woman.

“Time is money, huh? Well, tick tock, sweetheart, I’d do your job before you hear about a demotion. That wouldn’t fare well for your paycheck, now would it?” Joan replied, hands on her hips, cocking a brow as though daring for the other to talk back to her further. Then, she let out an empty hah, and added, “Really? You will? With what number?”

Not waiting for a response, Joan took a step forward and snatched the pen off of the counter, tilting the paper on it towards herself. On it, she scribbled her phone number on it, as well as added her signature, ʝ. яυѕѕєℓℓ, before dropping the pen back on the counter.

Joan took a step back and warned, “Cupcake, you better watch out who you cross around here because believe me, you’ll get eaten up in a flash. I’ll be expecting a phone call within the next twenty-four hours.”

Then, flashing a thin smile, Joan turned around, hair flipping as though to emphasize the subtle threat as she walked away.

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captinxharrisonxdanvers‌:

For the most part, it was impossible to tell that Harrison had been injured. He had covered it up, and he refused to talk about the past. He didn’t say any reason why he needed to, although it did seem to wind up the gossips of the town. There was only a few injuries that ever caused him any issues. The limp was one, knowing it was the only one he couldn’t hide. It was upsetting, to have written in his walk that something was wrong. If people knew the truth… who knew what they would think.

The other was on the back of his shoulder. There was a burn there, one that had never healed. He had essentially been branded, it was cruel really, a constant reminder of the men who had made him a prisoner, trying to test how long he could hold out. Long enough. It was that which caused him issues today when someone bumped into him, causing waves of pain to rush through his body. Gritting his teeth he went to sit on the park bench, hoping no one had seen him wince. But of course someone walked over… perfect. “Sorry, did you want to sit?”

There have been many newcomers at Raeford lately, haven’t there? Joan could only wonder what has made this little town so popular all of a sudden.

She didn’t not like it though. If anything, Joan thought it added a little bit of much needed spice to this place. They hardly got enough action around here as it was ‌— unless somebody counted the tragedy that was Hart Fort, which, she didn’t — so this? This was good. Joan got bored if something stayed the same for too long.

Thus, she had absolutely no shame in walking up to the stranger when she noticed him on the park bench. Joan didn’t notice that he was in pain, the fact totally flying over her head. While she was no airhead, she also was not the most attentive person if she didn’t feel like she needed to be. And right now, she felt quite secure.

“Well, only if you’re offering,” Joan said with a smile and playful flutter of her eyes as she took a seat next to the man, smoothing out the rising crinkles in her skirt and looking at him, “Hope you don’t mind the company. I assure you that I’ll be an absolute pleasure.”

Radiating confidence, she held her hand out to him to shake.

“Joan Russell. And yourself?”

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esteeciggs‌:

Esteé hummed silently to herself, her head bopping to the beat of Harry Styles, Sign of the Times. The espresso was beginning to course through her veins, making the young female a much happier person, somewhat giddy even. Langford Creek was quickly becoming her favorite spot, it didn’t seem like many of the locals visited often, but Estee craved the serenity the place offered. She was trying to get back to herself, the her she knew many years ago. She didn’t know if it was the same person she was now, but it seemed like a place to start. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she picked up a book, but she remembered loving it when she had. She loved getting lost in different worlds, finding pieces of herself in the characters that lived within them. In the middle of a very intense scene, Esteé vaguely felt a skin crawl. She reached down to scratch her leg, only to feel a fuzz. Tilting her book down she let out an ear piercing shriek, batting at her leg to get the spider that was so comfortably sun bathing on her leg. Once the panic subsided, she looked up at the panicked gazes, and burst out into laughter “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I-it was a spider” she choked through laughter.  

Honest to God, Langford Creek was far from Joan’s usual spot. She preferred to spend her time in delightful, sumptuous stores, picking out dresses and other outfits that would suit her fancy.

In spite of her well known prissy nature, Joan did not have an abhorrence to nature or getting dirty. Her mother, Janice, used to take her out to Langford Creek rather frequently throughout her childhood, holding picnics there on nice days. Besides, if something that Joan owned did get soiled, it could always be washed or replaced. Janice once told her that objects were temporary, memories were forever.

So, since Langford Creek was a place of nostalgia, Joan found herself there every once in awhile. Today, she had only been planning on taking a walk there, yet her plans were throttled when curiosity overtook her upon a loud screech. Joan stopped and looked over and saw a girl she didn’t recognize. She was battling a spider, who hopped off of her leg at once and scurried away in an undignified manner.

Joan snickered, covering the sound with her mouth, and then, wandered over. New folks in Raeford always caught her interest. Soon, she was standing behind the girl, warranting her attention.

“Sweetheart, spiders are the least of your worries around here. Trust me, snakes are more rampant,” she told her and then, gingerly so as to not stain her dress — just because she didn’t mind getting dirty didn’t mean she was going to go out of her way to be so — Joan took a seat next to the stranger and introduced herself, “Joan Russell. I’m sure you’ve heard the name, even if we have never crossed paths. No?”

#￫ time to deal with: esteé ￩ #esteeciggs‌

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marinaoneill‌:

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Marina cursed, practically ripping the small clutch in half as she tried to magically hunt down a few coins in there. She should have known, the tiny purse felt far too light when she left home and when she grabbed it in her car before heading into The Grind. That was because the only thing in there was her key chain with her house keys and a stupid tube of lip balm. No phone, no medication, no glasses. No wallet. Not even change left at the bottom. “Stupid…tiny… purse.” She hissed through her teeth, eyes returning to the poor barista staring at her with wide blue eyes, almost scared. Her coffee was done, the pretzel carefully wrapped up and now she didn’t have any money to pay for it.

Turning back to the next person in line, Mari put on her best Puss in Boots face and a helpless smile. “I’m sorry, do you have four bucks to spare? I forgot my stupid wallet. I forgot everything actually.” She opened the clutch to show the person, still fuming. “I’ll pay you back, I’ll give you my number, my work address and you can come collect. I just… might murder someone if I don’t drink that coffee before I have to go on with my day.”

Wonderful. All she had wanted was an instant iced chai latte and a strawberry breakfast tart; instead she had to deal with a penniless woman asking for money.

Joan was running on only about three hours of sleep, although nobody would ever be able to tell due to the expertly done makeup she was wearing. The reason behind her fatigue? All of the movie times and dates for the next week had gotten screwed up ten minutes before closing. She had no idea how that glitch in the system managed to happen, but it did, and it caused her hours of doing mathematics and making sure that every movie had an equal amount of airing time. Frankly, the task had been ridiculous, and she had only woken up to get a bite to eat before going back to sleep again.

Even in her tired state though, Joan recognized the woman in front of her as Marina O’Neill. While she didn’t know the other too well, she had seen her around growing up. Joan hadn’t really paid attention to people out of her age range back then, and having been back for only four months after her departure once she turned eighteen, she was still getting used to completely recalling everybody. Typical.

Thankfully for Marina, Joan was not a total heartless monster.

“Oh, please, four dollars? Hardly something worth hunting you down for, sweetheart,” Joan said and stepped forward, taking out her debit card and handing it to the cashier, “I will pay for her. Why don’t you get her a chocolate covered scone too? I’d also like an instant iced chai latte and a strawberry breakfast tart for myself, thank you.”

With the orders in and paid for, Joan turned to Marina, arms somewhat crossed. She couldn’t help yawning though, hand coming up to her mouth to briefly cover it as she murmured, “Excuse me,” as it passed. Then, a smile forced itself onto her lips.

“So, Marina, how has life been treating you?”

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caseyromero‌:

Oh, crap. She was one of those.

“We’ll certainly try, ma’am.” Casey replied with a smile, hoping to God it didn’t feel as fake as it felt. It wasn’t that she was necessarily bad or unused at that, but… come on. “Okay, ma’am, if you want to file a complaint, I’ll need your full name, adress and occupation.” She said with her most professional voice as she clicked the pen in her right hand, the left one grabbing a complaint form. “I’ll also need you to recount this afternoon’s events with as much detail as you can.”

Casey stopped herself for a second, not entirely sure if she should go on or not. It was the usual procedure to try to calm the victim’s nerves, but she had more then a feeling that that particular victim wasn’t too interested in calming down.

Well, her bad if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right? “Also, it might help if you sit down and breath for a second. We have sweetened water, if you’d like. It’ll help calm your nerves.”

“Why on Earth would you need my occupation in order to find out where my purse went? Do you even realize how you sound?”

Joan was not a pleasant person to deal with when she was discontented, and unfortunately for the officer in front of her, she was very much so right now. She scowled at the other, yet upon the request to take a deep breath, she surprisingly did so, completely. Going so far as to shut her eyes, Joan slowly pinched her fingers together in front of her face and inhaled. Then, she exhaled through her nose and reopened her eyes, hand falling. Her gaze focused on the officer and while she attempted a somewhat plastic smile, it faltered and swiftly fell apart.

“You know, the fact that you don’t actually already know this information offends me. I’m kind of a big deal around here,” she remarks, before telling the officer exactly what she wants, “My name is Joan Russell, I live at 5930 Balfe Street at Grand Park. I am an ex-actress and also own the Raeford Odeon, where I was working all day. Anyway, I took out three hundred dollars, placed them in my purse, and began on my way home. I stopped to speak with a friend on a bench on Woolwich Street by Hart Fort. I put my purse on the bench and when I looked over a few minutes later, it was gone.”

Taking a deep breath, as though the other made Joan go through an incredibly difficult hardship. She crosses her arms and cocks her head.

“Is that enough detail for you? Look, you must be new around here, but the Raeford police never lets shit like this fly. I wouldn’t recommend being the first to ruin that reputation, sweetheart.”

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JOAN RUSSELL

27

Resident

She/Her

Grand Park

Ex-Actress & Owner of the Raeford Odeon

Lee Sung-Kyung

Played by Hazel

THE INTERVIEW;

What’s your favourite and least favourite things about your hometown?

“You know, it’s funny you ask that, because truth to be told, I was born in Ulsan. Which, F-Y-I, if you don’t know, that’s in South Korea. I was only there for, like, three or so years before coming to Raeford though. Raeford is where I grew up and honestly, it’s all I’ve ever known,” Joan began, slender finger curling into her hair, playing with it as she continued, “My favorite part about it has to be all the events we have each year, I mean, they’re just so much fun, how can you not like them? If you get a chance to loosen up, you should take it.” Then, she huffs and rolls her eyes. “And then for my least favorite part it has to be how gullible and fake everybody in this damn town is. There’s a reason I left for awhile there after high school. Once somebody hears something about somebody else, they just take their word for it. They don’t even bother with getting the full story, tossing a label here and there so carelessly. I guess it gets so boring around here that some people will do anything to stir up drama. Pretty shitty, if you ask me.” Joan’s scowl, which had grown throughout her statement, then faded away into a somewhat sharp smile. “I’m sorry, was that too much?”

What’s your relationship like with your family?

“I absolutely love my mom, Janice Russell. You’ve probably heard of her — she’s sort of a big deal around here. She owned the Raeford Odeon before she passed it onto me,” Joan said, pride shimmering in her eyes, “Some people might say we can’t possibly be that close because we’re not related by blood, but I call bullshit. She’s my mom through and through, and she cares way more about me than my biological parent ever did. I would do absolutely anything for her.”

What are your biggest achievements and regrets?

“If you want me to talk in-depth about my achievements, we might get stuck here forever, so why don’t I just summarize for you? Some people think that Raeford is the type of place that nobody great ever comes from. If you grow up here, you’re meant to stay here you’re entire life and achieve virtually nothing. Well, let me put it simply. They’re wrong. My very successful acting career proves that, I’ve been in cinemas all over the country, and let me tell you, I’m extremely proud of that,” she says, perhaps too enthusiastically, before she huffs, bitterly remarking, “Is regretting an entire high school career reasonable? It was such a waste of time for me and all that I ever did all day was be around a bunch of bitches who didn’t know how to keep their mouth shut. I wish a grew a spine sooner back then. It’s too late now though, no use dwelling on the past.”

What is your biggest fear?

“You mean, besides a bad hair day?” Joan jokes and then her eyes dart to the side, voice then lowering as though she was about to share a secret, “I’ll tell you, but this needs to stay between us, ‘kay? I’m… Scared of being taken advantage of. Maybe that’s why I project myself so much. People gotta know I’m not the type of girl you can mess you. I’d rather be alone than with somebody who’d use me. Wouldn’t you agree I’m making the right decision?”

What are your plans for the future?

“Oh, I don’t know. I feel like I’ve done a lot of what I already want to do. Anything can happen in the future and I’m sure as hell not a mind reader, soooo… All I know is that I’m sticking around in Raeford, I’ve already had my fair share of fun out in the big world. Maybe I’ll adopt an animal or something? Stay tuned.”

Describe yourself in one sentence.

“I can either be your greatest friend or your biggest enemy — play your cards wisely, sweetheart.”

NOT ALL GIRLS ARE MADE OF SUGAR AND SPICE, AND EVERYTHING NICE. I AM MADE OF SARCASM AND WINE, AND EVERYTHING FINE.

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42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

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     HEART, we will forget him!            you && i tonight.

     you may forget the WARMTH HE GAVE,                  i will forget the light.

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