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Mar. 19th, 2017 09:46 pm
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Mar. 19th, 2017 04:36 pmPLAYER
Name: Erin
Age: 30
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CHARACTER
Name: Jenna Sommers
Canon: The Vampire Diaries
Age: 30
Timeline: 2.20, "The Last Day"
Appearance/Chosen PB: n/a
Items with character at canon point: Clothing (including a dark jacket, a top, jeans, silver earrings, and shoes ), a set of house and car keys, a wallet
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Wiki Link
Background: Wiki Link
World Information: n/a
Abilities: Jenna is human, so has no supernatural abilities. She will arm herself with weapons (a crossbow in particular in canon) when there's a threat posed and one nearby: whether she's fully capable with them is questionable at best. She attended college and has a degree in Psychology. Her occupation is currently in realty.
Samples:
sample one.
[ It's wrong to find relief in the fact that her teenage niece is in this city, set and firm in her knowledge and experiences of it. Wrong isn't a strong enough word. The notion that it brings her peaces cuts through Jenna's core. She's supposed to be the strong one, the guardian, the protector. Struggling through all of the drama of home, the processing of being lied to not only for months but her entire life (not that she blames anyone for Miranda never fully letting her in on vampires being more than just stories), in conjunction with being in Ruby City is difficult. She feels like she's about to be knocked over on the regular, chalking herself up as the absolute worst sort of stability known to the history of guardians.
She copes. Not well, but she's always swallowed any pain and moved on, stepping up and out of her comfort zone when she's needed to. It's not easy, and she's not good at it, but she does it. That's what you do in life, no matter what.
Alaric is...there aren't words. He's Ric, and he's there, but he's different. She can't decide who's more different, Elena or her vampire hunting, victim of body theft, boyfriend (are they still dating? has she asked him that? how much that's flown by that prevented her from getting to certain details.)
She knows that she's from their past. That for Elena, especially, there's even more involved than simple Aunt Jenna can possibly comprehend: maybe she's a little hard on herself sometimes, but she wants to be strong, to understand. It's hard. So little of this fits into any experience she's ever had, and the moments that she can analyze? She can't. Or, not completely. She struggles, each new facet presenting another rung of a ladder she's never reached the top of.
Hours buzz by and staying where Elena is, at least for the night, she heads out in the hours of the morning. If she can get a better grip on anything, alone, she wants to. She doesn't want to rely on anyone else to center her, no matter how easy it might be to give into that. Hugs and embraces, cuddle sessions for the sake of feeling more than the world crushing in on her, those are one thing. This emotional process however, she needs to handle the brunt of that on her own.
Walking through the city, she takes in the sights in much the same way she did after getting off the train. There's no familiarity in any of the shops or the people buzzing about. Sure, they're places she could see herself going into, but she's not in much of a shopping mood (what would she even buy, newly arrived?) Instead, her pace is slow, eyes searching and inquisitive. Moving along, she spots what looks to be a park.
Walking into it, stepping over onto green, she takes a deep breath when she not only hears the chattering of a squirrel, but sees its furry self scampering along a tree branch. How bad can a place with normal critters be? She doesn't outwardly appear unkind, yet she's not there for greetings, so she keeps to herself and moves to an area that's secluded. A bench underneath a tall tree. She sits, she sighs, and for the first time since arriving and after she ran into two of the people she loves the most in the world, aching careens out of her. Her palms go to her face, shoulders hunching over, quietly crying on her lonesome. It's what she wants, needs, and maybe it will help. Maybe it won't. Jenna's never known what exactly she should be doing, has never felt like her act is actually together. Even if being brought there on the train isn't her fault, it only adds to the mountain she climbs daily, trying to piece together the Sommers-Gilbert household. For the quality of the kids' lives, followed by her own. No one is more important than the two of them.
With a moment of ache, unbelieving and doubtful that Jeremy will really be okay by himself (different dimensions aside, this is real life, not fantasy, so how the hell does this even work?? it's not easy to understand, much less in less than twenty-four hours.) What if time rends in certain ways, what if he's really there alone? It's too much to take, and she sobs louder than she means to, the sound cutting off after a moment, raw and with a hard swallow. Once again, how little control she has. Over anything, especially the most important parts of life!
She never really stops thinking about the pain of late. The lies surrounding Elena. To protect Jenna. She can understand it, on a base level, but she's the grown-up! She should be doing the protecting? Who's bright idea was it leave two teenagers in the protection of a thirty year old? Her hands slide over her face, cheeks stained with tears, chin resting in her palms, breathing shallow.
One too many lies about Isobel. She can't not care about that, always one to respect herself although not entirely sure how to deepen the subject of it. Should she? Will he? No matter how much she wants Alaric in her life, and oh how she does, she's not sure what else she can, should, say. She knows she won't avoid him, or run, as a younger version of herself may have tried to do. Yet, is it fair to hurt so much when someone was lying to you to protect you, to guard your heart? Is that what all of them were really doing?
The park does bring physical peace, a balance to the thoughts that roll through her. Ones she wishes she wasn't drowning in while sitting in that bizarre city's world. ]
sample two.
[ Jenna doesn't wallow. Okay, sometimes she does, but only around certain people. If you're a stranger, you don't fall into that category (and, ironically, she falls apart around the people she wishes she wouldn't, like Elena, but this is her life, and she owns it. Mostly.)
Bouts of crying out of the way, there's nothing else to do other than find out what's really up with this place, this city, and she sets off to do that. Her stride along cobblestone is more confident after the fest of tears (it helps that it happened when she was alone), and she enters a place and asks for a bathroom, washes her face.
Stepping back out into the place's area of business, she finds a bar. That? That's what she needs. It's still early in the day, but that doesn't stop her from ordering a beer. She makes small talk, smoothly and healthily with the bartender, anyone else who happens in and is within distance to greet: she's always been a people person. A part of her wishes that Alaric would show up while she's there, but a voice creeps up that reminds her of the mess they're likely to get into if more and more is revealed. Is she ready to know more, or is standing to the side, with wide eyes only recently opened, for the better? She knows the answer to that. Doubt still taxes her though, even if its in a bitty voice.
With a couple of beers and learning a few new names, no sign of anyone she already knows, Jenna leaves and continues to wander. It's odd, being in a place so unfamiliar when she's accustom to small town Virginia. She knows every corner of Mystic Falls, she believes, and Whitmore may have been different, but still so very similar. She's not a country bumpkin, but sometimes Jenna realizes how small her scope of life has really always been. The only constant is that this place is full of people, too. Humans. Probably some of them more than just human. Not that she knows how to determine if they are, and that's something she'll want to ask Elena about.
She even peeks into a store that's selling clothing, window shopping (that same curious, doubtful gaze holding in her eyes as she goes) for the sake of checking out what the place has. She's there, will live there, so why not grow familiar? Start out with the basics. One step at a time, even if she takes a couple back here and there. Who isn't a work in progress? ]
also;
TDM sample one. arriving to the city | with Elena Gilbert
TDM sample two. with Alaric Saltzman
Name: Erin
Age: 30
Personal Journal:
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CHARACTER
Name: Jenna Sommers
Canon: The Vampire Diaries
Age: 30
Timeline: 2.20, "The Last Day"
Appearance/Chosen PB: n/a
Items with character at canon point: Clothing (including a dark jacket, a top, jeans, silver earrings, and shoes ), a set of house and car keys, a wallet
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Wiki Link
Background: Wiki Link
World Information: n/a
Abilities: Jenna is human, so has no supernatural abilities. She will arm herself with weapons (a crossbow in particular in canon) when there's a threat posed and one nearby: whether she's fully capable with them is questionable at best. She attended college and has a degree in Psychology. Her occupation is currently in realty.
Samples:
sample one.
[ It's wrong to find relief in the fact that her teenage niece is in this city, set and firm in her knowledge and experiences of it. Wrong isn't a strong enough word. The notion that it brings her peaces cuts through Jenna's core. She's supposed to be the strong one, the guardian, the protector. Struggling through all of the drama of home, the processing of being lied to not only for months but her entire life (not that she blames anyone for Miranda never fully letting her in on vampires being more than just stories), in conjunction with being in Ruby City is difficult. She feels like she's about to be knocked over on the regular, chalking herself up as the absolute worst sort of stability known to the history of guardians.
She copes. Not well, but she's always swallowed any pain and moved on, stepping up and out of her comfort zone when she's needed to. It's not easy, and she's not good at it, but she does it. That's what you do in life, no matter what.
Alaric is...there aren't words. He's Ric, and he's there, but he's different. She can't decide who's more different, Elena or her vampire hunting, victim of body theft, boyfriend (are they still dating? has she asked him that? how much that's flown by that prevented her from getting to certain details.)
She knows that she's from their past. That for Elena, especially, there's even more involved than simple Aunt Jenna can possibly comprehend: maybe she's a little hard on herself sometimes, but she wants to be strong, to understand. It's hard. So little of this fits into any experience she's ever had, and the moments that she can analyze? She can't. Or, not completely. She struggles, each new facet presenting another rung of a ladder she's never reached the top of.
Hours buzz by and staying where Elena is, at least for the night, she heads out in the hours of the morning. If she can get a better grip on anything, alone, she wants to. She doesn't want to rely on anyone else to center her, no matter how easy it might be to give into that. Hugs and embraces, cuddle sessions for the sake of feeling more than the world crushing in on her, those are one thing. This emotional process however, she needs to handle the brunt of that on her own.
Walking through the city, she takes in the sights in much the same way she did after getting off the train. There's no familiarity in any of the shops or the people buzzing about. Sure, they're places she could see herself going into, but she's not in much of a shopping mood (what would she even buy, newly arrived?) Instead, her pace is slow, eyes searching and inquisitive. Moving along, she spots what looks to be a park.
Walking into it, stepping over onto green, she takes a deep breath when she not only hears the chattering of a squirrel, but sees its furry self scampering along a tree branch. How bad can a place with normal critters be? She doesn't outwardly appear unkind, yet she's not there for greetings, so she keeps to herself and moves to an area that's secluded. A bench underneath a tall tree. She sits, she sighs, and for the first time since arriving and after she ran into two of the people she loves the most in the world, aching careens out of her. Her palms go to her face, shoulders hunching over, quietly crying on her lonesome. It's what she wants, needs, and maybe it will help. Maybe it won't. Jenna's never known what exactly she should be doing, has never felt like her act is actually together. Even if being brought there on the train isn't her fault, it only adds to the mountain she climbs daily, trying to piece together the Sommers-Gilbert household. For the quality of the kids' lives, followed by her own. No one is more important than the two of them.
With a moment of ache, unbelieving and doubtful that Jeremy will really be okay by himself (different dimensions aside, this is real life, not fantasy, so how the hell does this even work?? it's not easy to understand, much less in less than twenty-four hours.) What if time rends in certain ways, what if he's really there alone? It's too much to take, and she sobs louder than she means to, the sound cutting off after a moment, raw and with a hard swallow. Once again, how little control she has. Over anything, especially the most important parts of life!
She never really stops thinking about the pain of late. The lies surrounding Elena. To protect Jenna. She can understand it, on a base level, but she's the grown-up! She should be doing the protecting? Who's bright idea was it leave two teenagers in the protection of a thirty year old? Her hands slide over her face, cheeks stained with tears, chin resting in her palms, breathing shallow.
One too many lies about Isobel. She can't not care about that, always one to respect herself although not entirely sure how to deepen the subject of it. Should she? Will he? No matter how much she wants Alaric in her life, and oh how she does, she's not sure what else she can, should, say. She knows she won't avoid him, or run, as a younger version of herself may have tried to do. Yet, is it fair to hurt so much when someone was lying to you to protect you, to guard your heart? Is that what all of them were really doing?
The park does bring physical peace, a balance to the thoughts that roll through her. Ones she wishes she wasn't drowning in while sitting in that bizarre city's world. ]
sample two.
[ Jenna doesn't wallow. Okay, sometimes she does, but only around certain people. If you're a stranger, you don't fall into that category (and, ironically, she falls apart around the people she wishes she wouldn't, like Elena, but this is her life, and she owns it. Mostly.)
Bouts of crying out of the way, there's nothing else to do other than find out what's really up with this place, this city, and she sets off to do that. Her stride along cobblestone is more confident after the fest of tears (it helps that it happened when she was alone), and she enters a place and asks for a bathroom, washes her face.
Stepping back out into the place's area of business, she finds a bar. That? That's what she needs. It's still early in the day, but that doesn't stop her from ordering a beer. She makes small talk, smoothly and healthily with the bartender, anyone else who happens in and is within distance to greet: she's always been a people person. A part of her wishes that Alaric would show up while she's there, but a voice creeps up that reminds her of the mess they're likely to get into if more and more is revealed. Is she ready to know more, or is standing to the side, with wide eyes only recently opened, for the better? She knows the answer to that. Doubt still taxes her though, even if its in a bitty voice.
With a couple of beers and learning a few new names, no sign of anyone she already knows, Jenna leaves and continues to wander. It's odd, being in a place so unfamiliar when she's accustom to small town Virginia. She knows every corner of Mystic Falls, she believes, and Whitmore may have been different, but still so very similar. She's not a country bumpkin, but sometimes Jenna realizes how small her scope of life has really always been. The only constant is that this place is full of people, too. Humans. Probably some of them more than just human. Not that she knows how to determine if they are, and that's something she'll want to ask Elena about.
She even peeks into a store that's selling clothing, window shopping (that same curious, doubtful gaze holding in her eyes as she goes) for the sake of checking out what the place has. She's there, will live there, so why not grow familiar? Start out with the basics. One step at a time, even if she takes a couple back here and there. Who isn't a work in progress? ]
also;
TDM sample one. arriving to the city | with Elena Gilbert
TDM sample two. with Alaric Saltzman
