Post by Roslyn Walker on Dec 26, 2008 20:30:06 GMT -5
(if anything is wrong with this, just let me know...)
The Player.
Your Name: Call me Kath, or the name of my character works as well!
Your Age: 16
How Did You Find Out of Gas?: Another Firefly rpg forum…
Previous Roles: I am currently writing as 7 other characters (and counting!), most of which, I have made up myself…
Contact Email: PM me.
The Core.
Full Name: Roslyn Marie Walker
Nickname(s): She generally just goes by Rose, and is (most embarrassingly) called by her mother, "Rose Bud"
Birthday: January 19th 2499
Age: around 19
Origin: Santo, Hera
Location: Space… everywhere…
Allegiance: No one…
Occupation: She used to be just a shop clerk, but now, she travels everywhere…
The Appearance.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height && Weight: height is 5' 6" weight is around 130
General Description: Her hair is darker brown and reaching to her shoulders. Generally she'll just keep it down, or pin some of it back from her face. Her face is oval, and her smile (though not often seen) is warm and contagious. Her green eyes are the brightest and most expressive part of her face. No matter what her expression on her face might be, you can always see her true feelings in her eyes.
Her clothing style is generally clothes that are fit for traveling at the last minute. She generally wears her old worn but still strong jeans or forming cargo pants. She wears darker tops in order to blend into the back round. She wears the forming black coat that her mother gave to her just before she left, but is already worn at the sleeves from her travels. When the days are colder, she’ll wear a pair of plum-shaded half-gloves, matching a long scarf, both knitted by her. Along with this, she wears a corduroy plum-shaded hat that is mostly pulled close around her eyes. Her shoes are generally brown boots, either tucked in or out of her pants, but always useful in carrying a knife when needed…
The Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
-She loves traveling and adventure.
-She likes seeing someone really smile.
-She likes being the company of good people
-You know she loves guns!
-She likes the danger of close calls (maybe just a bit too much...)
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-She doesn't like telling just anyone her troubles.
-She hates too crushing of a crowd, but then again, she hates too silent of a place.
-She hates being awoken from sleep (added for kicks).
-She hates being left behind when it's something exciting.
-She doesn't really like being in too small of a place.
-She hates to see someone cry...
Interests && Hobbies: Because her father dealt with all kinds of guns, she grew the same great interest in guns like her dad. And, also from her dad, she inherited the talent and liking to draw. Though she doesn't really do it all that much anymore...
There are two main things that her mum taught her. One of those things is cooking. So, Rose enjoys cooking anything for large crowds of people, and can generally make a pretty decent meal that remind almost anyone of home.
The other thing her mum taught her is, very surprisingly,knitting. With the proper supplies, she can produce almost anything out of a spool of knitting thread. I's one of the things that reminds her of home.
Strengths: Her first and foremost strength is anything guns, from her dad. Any gun she sees she generally can name its model, tell its year and give out its drawbacks and strengths. Alone with this, she is a very skilled shooter (you guessed it, from her dad!)
One other main strength is that she can mask her true feelings very well. No matter how shocked or scared she might get, her face can remain the same. Only if you look into her eyes can you see the true feelings inside her.
Weaknesses: She can't stand tight, closed spaces. She begins to get uneasy and she looses all of her composure. That is the only time that she cannot hold her true feelings inside. She has only been in this situation one time before, and she doesn't intend on going back there...
Another weakness is, though she is a skilled shooter, and is strong enough to shoot a person, there is one thing that will hold her back. She can't shoot a person when she hears their voice, and if they begin pleading for life. (I figured that might turn into a good thread to post...)
Secrets: The one secret that she keeps to herself is her strange past. Whenever asked of it, she generally brushes it off with a small short sum-up with out any details.
Overall Personality: Rose is generally described by many people as sunny. She loves to meet new people, and will often be the first to introduce herself if she doesn't feel threatened. But she is so much deeper than what meets the eye.
She got her brave character from her granddad, who was in the war, and from her father, who would often stand up to anyone who offended the ones he loves even the slightest bit. She inherited her occasional habit to talk too much from her mother, who will often
The Family.
Parents && Siblings: Jocelyn, Mother - Her mother has been with her her whole life, and because of the fact that she lost her husband, has always been protective of her daughter, not wanting to loose her as well. The two have always had a good time together, but can occasionally disagree with each other and both are able to get into huge altercations. But through it all, Rose is respectable to her mother. Jocelyn chooses to be called Jackie instead. She is more of the bubbly character, liking very much to meet new people and always having a quick humorous remark ready.
Peter, Father - Peter was only there for the first year and a half of his daughter's life. After that, he disappeared, and his shuttle was found in an abandoned field, beaten up as if in a crash. No body was ever found, but the Walker family (all but one at least) believes he is dead. He was the kind man, always wanting to provide for his family so much, that he was willing to give up time with them just to gain a good wealth and title to leave behind when he left the world. He was always preparing for that, and always said that it was 'just in case'...
Jonathan Hunt, Grandfather - John, as he prefers to be called, was dubbed Granddad by his little 'Rose Bud' when she was two years old. He is the kind to not care what the parents' rules are, the 'go ahead and give the child a candy before dinner if she wants it' kind. He is the picture of a perfect Granddad, always drawing Rose up (no mater how big she gets) into his lap and telling her a story or two. He used to be in the military, so he has gifted his military bag to his 'darling granddaughter', somehow always knowing she'd need it...
Character History:[I'm going to do it sorta from Rose's point of view, except without first person. So if I ramble a bit, perhaps Rose is a rambler! ]
Rose was born Roslyn Marie Walker around the year 2499 in the bustling town of Santo, Hera. Hera is just as busy as all other planets, and almost twice as packed. From an early age, Rose didn't like the constant moving of every one. The crushing of the crowds, the booming of assorted travelers as they asked for money and offered their ships. Not many people took the time to travel to planet Hera, but the people that did, were seldom welcomed by Rose. She hated to watch how they were allowed to travel all they wanted, but she had to stay and watch them go. She would always tell herself, One day.
Her father worked as a gun modeler, always sketching new possibilities on papers in his study. The family was comfortable, not wealthy to a gross extent, but 'comfortable enough', as Jackie always used to put it. Peter sent his love of guns and designing onto his daughter, who would often watch her father quite contentedly. But as all good things in Rose's life had to, everything good had to end.
Two years after Rose's birth, just a week before her second birthday in fact, Peter didn't come home from work. He was always battling the bad side of town in his profession, and they would often ask (or command) that he put out a few choice guns on the market for just them. Naturally he would always refuse emphatically, and then took to ignoring their threats all together. They clearly were not too happy about that. For the day after he had gone missing, Jocelyn and the small troop of alliance that worked in domestic cases in Santo, Hera, set out in search for him, leaving Rose with a family friend. Jackie seemed to give up on the third day of searching, but the men swept one last search over all of the city. It was then that Jackie received the fateful call that she had been so dreading. Her husband shuttle that he drove every day to work and back again had been found in one of the few open fields near Santo. The shuttle was beaten up and had been clearly on fire from the crash. Peter was never found.
Jackie then knew she had to carry on alone. She took Rose and all of their dear possessions and moved to a Flat in the middle of the city, not being able to bear the sight of the Ward home anymore. The Flat is where Rose grew up, never knowing her father, but always carrying on his love to draw, and his love of guns. Her room is always seen with its walls plastered with assorted drawings by Rose herself as well as her father's old sketches, all of guns. But one is a finished sketch of her mother, drawn by her father.
Once old enough (seventeen), she took up the job of a shop clerk to gain more money for the slightly struggling family. All of her life, she would visit the memorial gravestone that was erected for her father at the local cemetery. It was during one of these visits to talk with her father when she was eighteen that she spotted a stranger standing with his hands in his pockets, staring at her father's face as Peter smiled. Confused, Rose asked the man if he knew her father. The man, smiling, replied with "yeah". When Rose looked into the man's eyes, she spotted so much more than what he was telling her. "how did he die?" The man asked, looking back down to the face of her father. She replied, not knowing what she was saying before it had tumbled out of her mouth, "He didn't."
To her surprise, when she looked up to correct herself, the man was smiling at her with a new light to his eyes. "That's the spirit Rose Walker." He nodded his head a few times, his hands in his pockets still. Furrowing her brows, Rose glanced down to her father's face, just to look up instantly to see nothing where the man just stood. He had vanished. And he knew her name.
When she turned nineteen, and just on her birthday, she broke the news to her mother. She was going to go traveling, finally sick of watching other people fly into the wide expanses of space without her. Jackie, her eyes dimming suddenly, surprisingly nodded her head. And upon Rose's question of why her mum wasn't surprised, Jackie responded with a smile, "your father told me you were a traveler. He said 'you just look out for it. One day, she'll join those up there,' "she pointed to the ceiling, " 'and we'll have to let her go'." Rose, unable to say anything else, embraced her mother and greatly assured her that she would be back.
Making to go, she ripped the sketch of her mother from the wall, as well as the video picture of her parents just talking, she packed them in her suitcase, which was given to her by her grandfather. Along with all the possible treasures that she could bring to remind her of home, she embraced her grandfather and her openly sorrowful mum, telling them repeatedly that she loved them.
She, having already quit her job of shop girl, bought with a portion of the money her granddad gave her a nice shuttle, in mid-condition, perfect for her. Upon boarding, she felt the control and looked through the glass in front of her, just to spot the form of 'the man' once again, this time just turning and walking away. Confused, she moved on, yet another mission being added onto her list.
Pinning the picture of her mum and granddad on one of the walls in the back of the ship, she was off, wishing goodbye to all of her familiar surroundings. In her mind she went through the top plan that she had 'accidentally' forgot to mention to her mum. Simply, to find her father...
The Edge.
Something Unique: Rose is the kind to be the best friend, or the worst enemy. If she takes a liking to you, you can count on her to stand by you through whatever, even to the point of death. But if you offend anything she holds dear, hurts what she loves, then count on facing her wrath pretty quickly. She never seeks revenge, and hasn't killed anyone (yet), but if you hurt her deeply enough, she will stare at you, and simply walk away, where other people would pretty much kill you. But her walking away is the most hurtful thing you can witness, because you know she will never forgive you. [that one was stupid, I know...]
Role Playing Sample:
She took a breath before the plunge, stepping out into the crowd of people as they passed back and forth going about their daily jobs. Some were calling out and trying to sell what they had to offer, others were conversing loudly to one another, and it seemed all of them were intent on bumping Rose Walker as she stood there in the middle of the street.
Her plum-shaded hat was pulled lowly over her eyes, the scarf draped around her shoulders kept the slight chill from reaching the back of her neck. She was looking around, holding the old military bag close to her legs.
She was searching for transportation.
When her shuttle began having some trouble, she had brought it into this small planet to be looked at. It was then that some young mechanic had told her that he could fix it for half the price of the professional mechanics of the planet. Reluctantly, but knowing she had to press on quickly, she accepted and paid the man in advance. She should have known when he insisted to be paid first, but of course she didn't. That forced her to have to watch her shuttle fly away to some unknown place as the young thief laughed at her through the windows. And here she was, alone, without transport, and her only hope was to join some crew for a time until she could pick up enough money to buy yet another shuttle.
She sighed now and looked around, beginning to feel trapped inside the bustling crowd of people passing by her on either side. She cast her eyes around and finally settled on a large ship, brown either with rust or paint, with the name 'Escape' painted on the side, which looked promising enough. She paced forward to the somewhat brawny man was just unloading crates from inside his docking bay.
"Um, hey," She called nervously, finally setting her bag beside her feet when she was standing before him. He looked taller the closer she got, and now she had to crane her neck to see his annoyed face. She tried. "You've got a great ship, so beautiful!"
"What do you want?" The captain answered shortly, folding his arms.
"Alright," her smile vanished. It was time for business, "I want to be a passenger on your ship, I could pay or I could work for my room. I know how to cook, to shoot, and to--"
He held up a hand. "Really? A passenger on my ship. Do you think that I will just let you on my ship in this day and time? Like any stupid bendan would let a stranger onto their boat. Not in a million years, dong luh mah?" And without waiting for an answer, "run along now." And there he went.
Rose stood there for a moment, her jaw clenched and set forward. Once he had gone safely out of earshot, however, she finally got what to say.
"Then I lied! Your ship is old... and ugly!" Defeated, She then heaved a sigh, slumping her shoulders and looking around again. Onto another option.
It was then that a crowd of young teenagers decided to pass by, bumping her onto the ground beside her bag. She sat there, legs sprawled out, hands holding her up behind her.
It was going to be a long day...
[not too great, sorry!]
Face Claim: Jaimie Alexander
The Player.
Your Name: Call me Kath, or the name of my character works as well!
Your Age: 16
How Did You Find Out of Gas?: Another Firefly rpg forum…
Previous Roles: I am currently writing as 7 other characters (and counting!), most of which, I have made up myself…
Contact Email: PM me.
The Core.
Full Name: Roslyn Marie Walker
Nickname(s): She generally just goes by Rose, and is (most embarrassingly) called by her mother, "Rose Bud"
Birthday: January 19th 2499
Age: around 19
Origin: Santo, Hera
Location: Space… everywhere…
Allegiance: No one…
Occupation: She used to be just a shop clerk, but now, she travels everywhere…
The Appearance.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height && Weight: height is 5' 6" weight is around 130
General Description: Her hair is darker brown and reaching to her shoulders. Generally she'll just keep it down, or pin some of it back from her face. Her face is oval, and her smile (though not often seen) is warm and contagious. Her green eyes are the brightest and most expressive part of her face. No matter what her expression on her face might be, you can always see her true feelings in her eyes.
Her clothing style is generally clothes that are fit for traveling at the last minute. She generally wears her old worn but still strong jeans or forming cargo pants. She wears darker tops in order to blend into the back round. She wears the forming black coat that her mother gave to her just before she left, but is already worn at the sleeves from her travels. When the days are colder, she’ll wear a pair of plum-shaded half-gloves, matching a long scarf, both knitted by her. Along with this, she wears a corduroy plum-shaded hat that is mostly pulled close around her eyes. Her shoes are generally brown boots, either tucked in or out of her pants, but always useful in carrying a knife when needed…
The Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
-She loves traveling and adventure.
-She likes seeing someone really smile.
-She likes being the company of good people
-You know she loves guns!
-She likes the danger of close calls (maybe just a bit too much...)
-
-She doesn't like telling just anyone her troubles.
-She hates too crushing of a crowd, but then again, she hates too silent of a place.
-She hates being awoken from sleep (added for kicks).
-She hates being left behind when it's something exciting.
-She doesn't really like being in too small of a place.
-She hates to see someone cry...
Interests && Hobbies: Because her father dealt with all kinds of guns, she grew the same great interest in guns like her dad. And, also from her dad, she inherited the talent and liking to draw. Though she doesn't really do it all that much anymore...
There are two main things that her mum taught her. One of those things is cooking. So, Rose enjoys cooking anything for large crowds of people, and can generally make a pretty decent meal that remind almost anyone of home.
The other thing her mum taught her is, very surprisingly,knitting. With the proper supplies, she can produce almost anything out of a spool of knitting thread. I's one of the things that reminds her of home.
Strengths: Her first and foremost strength is anything guns, from her dad. Any gun she sees she generally can name its model, tell its year and give out its drawbacks and strengths. Alone with this, she is a very skilled shooter (you guessed it, from her dad!)
One other main strength is that she can mask her true feelings very well. No matter how shocked or scared she might get, her face can remain the same. Only if you look into her eyes can you see the true feelings inside her.
Weaknesses: She can't stand tight, closed spaces. She begins to get uneasy and she looses all of her composure. That is the only time that she cannot hold her true feelings inside. She has only been in this situation one time before, and she doesn't intend on going back there...
Another weakness is, though she is a skilled shooter, and is strong enough to shoot a person, there is one thing that will hold her back. She can't shoot a person when she hears their voice, and if they begin pleading for life. (I figured that might turn into a good thread to post...)
Secrets: The one secret that she keeps to herself is her strange past. Whenever asked of it, she generally brushes it off with a small short sum-up with out any details.
Overall Personality: Rose is generally described by many people as sunny. She loves to meet new people, and will often be the first to introduce herself if she doesn't feel threatened. But she is so much deeper than what meets the eye.
She got her brave character from her granddad, who was in the war, and from her father, who would often stand up to anyone who offended the ones he loves even the slightest bit. She inherited her occasional habit to talk too much from her mother, who will often
The Family.
Parents && Siblings: Jocelyn, Mother - Her mother has been with her her whole life, and because of the fact that she lost her husband, has always been protective of her daughter, not wanting to loose her as well. The two have always had a good time together, but can occasionally disagree with each other and both are able to get into huge altercations. But through it all, Rose is respectable to her mother. Jocelyn chooses to be called Jackie instead. She is more of the bubbly character, liking very much to meet new people and always having a quick humorous remark ready.
Peter, Father - Peter was only there for the first year and a half of his daughter's life. After that, he disappeared, and his shuttle was found in an abandoned field, beaten up as if in a crash. No body was ever found, but the Walker family (all but one at least) believes he is dead. He was the kind man, always wanting to provide for his family so much, that he was willing to give up time with them just to gain a good wealth and title to leave behind when he left the world. He was always preparing for that, and always said that it was 'just in case'...
Jonathan Hunt, Grandfather - John, as he prefers to be called, was dubbed Granddad by his little 'Rose Bud' when she was two years old. He is the kind to not care what the parents' rules are, the 'go ahead and give the child a candy before dinner if she wants it' kind. He is the picture of a perfect Granddad, always drawing Rose up (no mater how big she gets) into his lap and telling her a story or two. He used to be in the military, so he has gifted his military bag to his 'darling granddaughter', somehow always knowing she'd need it...
Character History:[I'm going to do it sorta from Rose's point of view, except without first person. So if I ramble a bit, perhaps Rose is a rambler!
]Rose was born Roslyn Marie Walker around the year 2499 in the bustling town of Santo, Hera. Hera is just as busy as all other planets, and almost twice as packed. From an early age, Rose didn't like the constant moving of every one. The crushing of the crowds, the booming of assorted travelers as they asked for money and offered their ships. Not many people took the time to travel to planet Hera, but the people that did, were seldom welcomed by Rose. She hated to watch how they were allowed to travel all they wanted, but she had to stay and watch them go. She would always tell herself, One day.
Her father worked as a gun modeler, always sketching new possibilities on papers in his study. The family was comfortable, not wealthy to a gross extent, but 'comfortable enough', as Jackie always used to put it. Peter sent his love of guns and designing onto his daughter, who would often watch her father quite contentedly. But as all good things in Rose's life had to, everything good had to end.
Two years after Rose's birth, just a week before her second birthday in fact, Peter didn't come home from work. He was always battling the bad side of town in his profession, and they would often ask (or command) that he put out a few choice guns on the market for just them. Naturally he would always refuse emphatically, and then took to ignoring their threats all together. They clearly were not too happy about that. For the day after he had gone missing, Jocelyn and the small troop of alliance that worked in domestic cases in Santo, Hera, set out in search for him, leaving Rose with a family friend. Jackie seemed to give up on the third day of searching, but the men swept one last search over all of the city. It was then that Jackie received the fateful call that she had been so dreading. Her husband shuttle that he drove every day to work and back again had been found in one of the few open fields near Santo. The shuttle was beaten up and had been clearly on fire from the crash. Peter was never found.
Jackie then knew she had to carry on alone. She took Rose and all of their dear possessions and moved to a Flat in the middle of the city, not being able to bear the sight of the Ward home anymore. The Flat is where Rose grew up, never knowing her father, but always carrying on his love to draw, and his love of guns. Her room is always seen with its walls plastered with assorted drawings by Rose herself as well as her father's old sketches, all of guns. But one is a finished sketch of her mother, drawn by her father.
Once old enough (seventeen), she took up the job of a shop clerk to gain more money for the slightly struggling family. All of her life, she would visit the memorial gravestone that was erected for her father at the local cemetery. It was during one of these visits to talk with her father when she was eighteen that she spotted a stranger standing with his hands in his pockets, staring at her father's face as Peter smiled. Confused, Rose asked the man if he knew her father. The man, smiling, replied with "yeah". When Rose looked into the man's eyes, she spotted so much more than what he was telling her. "how did he die?" The man asked, looking back down to the face of her father. She replied, not knowing what she was saying before it had tumbled out of her mouth, "He didn't."
To her surprise, when she looked up to correct herself, the man was smiling at her with a new light to his eyes. "That's the spirit Rose Walker." He nodded his head a few times, his hands in his pockets still. Furrowing her brows, Rose glanced down to her father's face, just to look up instantly to see nothing where the man just stood. He had vanished. And he knew her name.
When she turned nineteen, and just on her birthday, she broke the news to her mother. She was going to go traveling, finally sick of watching other people fly into the wide expanses of space without her. Jackie, her eyes dimming suddenly, surprisingly nodded her head. And upon Rose's question of why her mum wasn't surprised, Jackie responded with a smile, "your father told me you were a traveler. He said 'you just look out for it. One day, she'll join those up there,' "she pointed to the ceiling, " 'and we'll have to let her go'." Rose, unable to say anything else, embraced her mother and greatly assured her that she would be back.
Making to go, she ripped the sketch of her mother from the wall, as well as the video picture of her parents just talking, she packed them in her suitcase, which was given to her by her grandfather. Along with all the possible treasures that she could bring to remind her of home, she embraced her grandfather and her openly sorrowful mum, telling them repeatedly that she loved them.
She, having already quit her job of shop girl, bought with a portion of the money her granddad gave her a nice shuttle, in mid-condition, perfect for her. Upon boarding, she felt the control and looked through the glass in front of her, just to spot the form of 'the man' once again, this time just turning and walking away. Confused, she moved on, yet another mission being added onto her list.
Pinning the picture of her mum and granddad on one of the walls in the back of the ship, she was off, wishing goodbye to all of her familiar surroundings. In her mind she went through the top plan that she had 'accidentally' forgot to mention to her mum. Simply, to find her father...
The Edge.
Something Unique: Rose is the kind to be the best friend, or the worst enemy. If she takes a liking to you, you can count on her to stand by you through whatever, even to the point of death. But if you offend anything she holds dear, hurts what she loves, then count on facing her wrath pretty quickly. She never seeks revenge, and hasn't killed anyone (yet), but if you hurt her deeply enough, she will stare at you, and simply walk away, where other people would pretty much kill you. But her walking away is the most hurtful thing you can witness, because you know she will never forgive you. [that one was stupid, I know...]
Role Playing Sample:
She took a breath before the plunge, stepping out into the crowd of people as they passed back and forth going about their daily jobs. Some were calling out and trying to sell what they had to offer, others were conversing loudly to one another, and it seemed all of them were intent on bumping Rose Walker as she stood there in the middle of the street.
Her plum-shaded hat was pulled lowly over her eyes, the scarf draped around her shoulders kept the slight chill from reaching the back of her neck. She was looking around, holding the old military bag close to her legs.
She was searching for transportation.
When her shuttle began having some trouble, she had brought it into this small planet to be looked at. It was then that some young mechanic had told her that he could fix it for half the price of the professional mechanics of the planet. Reluctantly, but knowing she had to press on quickly, she accepted and paid the man in advance. She should have known when he insisted to be paid first, but of course she didn't. That forced her to have to watch her shuttle fly away to some unknown place as the young thief laughed at her through the windows. And here she was, alone, without transport, and her only hope was to join some crew for a time until she could pick up enough money to buy yet another shuttle.
She sighed now and looked around, beginning to feel trapped inside the bustling crowd of people passing by her on either side. She cast her eyes around and finally settled on a large ship, brown either with rust or paint, with the name 'Escape' painted on the side, which looked promising enough. She paced forward to the somewhat brawny man was just unloading crates from inside his docking bay.
"Um, hey," She called nervously, finally setting her bag beside her feet when she was standing before him. He looked taller the closer she got, and now she had to crane her neck to see his annoyed face. She tried. "You've got a great ship, so beautiful!"
"What do you want?" The captain answered shortly, folding his arms.
"Alright," her smile vanished. It was time for business, "I want to be a passenger on your ship, I could pay or I could work for my room. I know how to cook, to shoot, and to--"
He held up a hand. "Really? A passenger on my ship. Do you think that I will just let you on my ship in this day and time? Like any stupid bendan would let a stranger onto their boat. Not in a million years, dong luh mah?" And without waiting for an answer, "run along now." And there he went.
Rose stood there for a moment, her jaw clenched and set forward. Once he had gone safely out of earshot, however, she finally got what to say.
"Then I lied! Your ship is old... and ugly!" Defeated, She then heaved a sigh, slumping her shoulders and looking around again. Onto another option.
It was then that a crowd of young teenagers decided to pass by, bumping her onto the ground beside her bag. She sat there, legs sprawled out, hands holding her up behind her.
It was going to be a long day...
[not too great, sorry!]
Face Claim: Jaimie Alexander
