Marie Helena Kreutz (The Bourne Series/films) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
reluctantaccessory) wrote2015-07-07 11:06 pm
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Boomtown Application (2.0)
Player's Name: Caitlin
Are you over 16? Yes.
Characters Played Here: None.
Character: Marie Helena Kreutz
Series/Canon: The Bourne Series (films)
From When?: In between "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy"
Previous Game(s): Boomtown.
History: Both "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy" films
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/The_Bourne_Identity_(film)
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/The_Bourne_Supremacy_(film)
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/Film:_Marie_Kreutz
Previous game history:
She had one moment been shopping in a marketplace and the next minute she had been surrounded by the scene of a town under a dome that seemed to rival the ones in the western films that she had seen bits and pieces of growing up. She had been wary of those who helped her and only seemed receptive (though mostly thankful and relieved) when she saw Jason who seemed stunned to see her there. She had been given bits and pieces of information about where she was by him and others and eventually it had been decided where she was going to stay and her job.
Marie had found herself both enjoying and frustrated by her life in New Dodge. In this town, she was "reunited" (at least he would see it as such) with Jason Bourne who seemed to be older than her and carried memories she did not. She had eventually learned that she had been killed by mistake in the world where he had come from (though she considers it to be her world as well) by someone who had been chasing them and looking to kill him. She had also had to come to terms with learning that her death had also created a series of bloody events which ended with the source of all of their being taken care of once and for all. Though, she still carries guilt from knowing that it was what happened to her that caused so much to happen and caused him so much pain. In some sense, she struggles on and off with blaming herself for both things despite her cheery demeanor towards him. She simply just wanted to help and she had thought the best way was to create something new out of the "second chance" they were both given. Though, she had never allowed herself to explore her feelings or to think much about the truth, she had shoved it deep down inside and instead chose to try to smile through it. She gotten it in her head that she had wanted to start a new life in New Dodge, one where they wouldn't have to run anymore and she had even become bold enough to ask him if he had wanted to start over too.
Marie had also struggled some with making friends, at least letting herself get to the point with them she could call those people her friends and could easily rely on them when she was stuck. She liked speaking to people and she had found herself growing fond of a handful of them, even allowing them to help her when she had hit a low point or two. She found herself relying on another person who fluxed in like herself named Gabriel Gray at her lowest point, but she also tended to like speaking to Gene Khan and Lara Croft, along with a few others during those periods where she felt alone or stressed. She had wanted to try to return the favor (seen when she had discussed making baked goods for people who tried to help her cope with the news of her supposed death in her world) at least once time. Something she saw as a "thank you", but no one seemed to fully take her up on.
However, it was the small things like being free to cut and dye her own hair in any way that she wanted and being able to run a shop of her own again, that she liked best. She also had found herself trying to create a routine and trying to do things with others such as going to the Saloon for drinks and even baking - things she had thought she would have to give up for good in her world. She also found some comfort in the few moments alone she had with her boyfriend and felt most at ease then. Though, towards the end, she spent more time than not locked away within her shop and thinking everything she had learned and experienced over. She had realized that pushing herself had begun to take it's toll on her.
Eventually, she had fluxed out and the only traces of her presence in the town were the letters she had written for the people she had grown fond of and what few possessions she had managed to gather.
Personality: Marie is a person who is 'hard to get to know' and shows many different sides depending on who is near her. She can be both temperamental, mistrusting, and suffers no fools but she can also be loving, fiercely loyal, and eager to help when she deems a cause to be worth the trouble it could cause or bring to her doorstep. She also seems to be reluctant to help others (though, she is not above agreeing to take money or something similar in exchange for her assistance - she is desperate herself, she is just more prone to caving in and helping and holding up her end and then some). To those she trusts and knows well, she lets her opinions and questions flow freely from her mouth and mind. Those who she distrusts (everyone else) she appears to be aloof, flighty, proud, and as if she moves a step back or to the side for every one they take towards her. Her actions (movement) can be described as chaotic by those who do not know her and are simply observing her. Her motives for her actions and reactions are a mystery to everyone but herself but she seems comfortable with herself and how she lives life.
When given the chance to warm up entirely to a person, she shows many occasions of being caring and even acting as an "anchor" to them when they seem to be lost or about to drift away from reality. She also does "motherly" things on occasion such as helping take care of fevers or injuries. She is perceptive to their feelings and tries her best to not step on them too much and even take care of her own needs so they won't have to worry (this does cause some worry on occasion and she knows from that point she will have to answer their questions even if its with one word). However, she is not entirely "cold" towards others, she does smile, laugh, and speak to them in a friendly, though cautious manner. She does understand the need to "make friends" on occasion to get things done and will even try to talk them into helping her in some way (she tried to marry someone for a green card, though that was some sweet talk and money she offered. The plan did fail).
She is a born worrier, though she does her best to not let those worries show and instead show a more positive (well, a realistic by her standards such as "People can do all sorts of amazing things they they are scared") outlook on what is happening around her. Even if all she is able to do is just stick around and do her part, or even give a few words of encouragement or belief. Sometimes she says nothing but the fact she sticks around says it all. If she is unable to show a positive face, then she instead chooses to face it with the bravest face she can muster or one of complete indifference if she feels that what she sees going on around her is something that is not worth getting involved with or is something she deems to be impossible. She generally will go out of her comfort zone when she feels that something that may or is happening is truly a "bad thing" such as the possibility of children being hurt (even if she does not know them). She often tries to cope with her nerves or anxiety by rambling/telling stories about her shenanigans from years past or by finding something else to focus on (finding music on the radio, for example).
If there was one thing she hates, it would be being ordered around unless she sees their being a valid reason for why she is being told what to do (or at least having it put in a way where she can just go along with it or be unable to argue). She is one for making her own decisions and can deviate from agreed plans if she finds her way may work better or be more simple. She also strongly dislikes when she feels someone is trying to shut her out or hide things from her, though she is more understanding of their reasons in those situations and tends to voice her thoughts or offer help and leave it be. She also hates feeling as if her hands are tied or she is stuck in one place with nowhere to go or escape to. This comes from years of wandering and it is hard for her to break such a habit. Being tied down to even another person, relying on another person is extremely difficult for her even after a couple years of knowing them. Though, she never states her reasons for being so aloof and unwilling to trust people, she sees that as her own business and her own problem to deal with. Though, she does make it clear to anyone to uses the reasoning that they are trying to do what's right by her or someone else, that she thinks of them as lying and that "no one does the right thing".
However, even her ability to remain calm and understand can reach its limit and when it does she tends to flee, panic, or shut down entirely. Sometimes she allows a few tears to slip through, other times she is stunned. There are occasions when she is able to contain herself, but those are a relatively recent thing for her and that was due to the little bit of training she was given on what to do or where to go when things become too dangerous and she needed to flee. Never once has she been known to actually physically fight or cause harm to another and even will try to call out to stop others from doing so, the most she has been seen to do and her "go to" idea is to quickly jump into a car and begin to drive away or to offer to do so. To put that simply, she finds violence to be the worst possible solution for a problem and sees it as a cycle that is never ending. Though, she understands that the world that had created her belief is not the one she is still living a apart of. The world she had become a part of just by a mere meeting is much more gray than black or white. But, she chooses to stick to her figurative guns, especially, once she realizes how damaged a person can become when they do such things (whether it be choice or necessity). Her need to remain living by her code, is a good example of her stubbornness and resistance to some changes (she is generally willing to go with the flow on most things such as moving from place to place). She also has a strong sense of curiosity when something peaks her interest and if asking does not get her what she wants to know, she will look around and piece an explanation together herself.
She simply prefers avoiding conflict whenever possible and only steps in when something is a threat to herself, someone she cares for, or goes against her moral system. She also seems to have a "healing" presence to her, much like sunlight or a gentle breeze despite her confusing persona. She carries herself as if she has spent a lot of time watching the "outside" while remaining in her own internal world. One trait of that world is one that shows itself in the criminal record that she has more nonviolent crimes such as credit fraud (she had been detained in Italy). She is more "naive" compared to her canonmates and she struggles with the radical change that the events she has been placed into has caused. However, if asked, she would say that she feels like she is "more alive" than before.
Simply put? She is someone who seems to be watching life from a distance, joining in when she wants and backing out when it becomes overwhelming. But, she is slowly starting to learn that the world is not as black and white as she had thought it was and how to rely on others and allow them to rely on her.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
Marie would at first be extremely wary of her situation and the things she would see and have to her past experience, to some extent this was something drilled into her by Jason Bourne, and the remainder is something learned from her past. She would not be necessarily resistant (she would be more stunned at first), she would decide to go along with things and watch others carefully and interact with them in a friendly, though distant way. If anything she would try to find a way to explain someone's actions (though, she would probably just write it off as a "quirk"). Once she warms up and begins to adjust, she would start to see a "newfound freedom" in what is going on and she would start to try to build a home, her first "real" home she would ever have when she realizes that she can do that. She would begin to try to get to know other people and after only having any real contact with one person for the last two or so years of her life. She would find it easier to bond with anyone else who was sent there unwilling and from gaining a comfort zone with others in a similar situation, she could feel more comfortable with pushing herself (going places, trying to strike up conversations with others) but she would let the pieces fall where they may and not be pushy with them. She is not the type to make enemies on purpose or even willingly, in fact, she would want to try to be (at least) acquaintances with someone first. She would work because she is the type who does what she can to make things work out and with as little cost to herself and others as possible. She wants to try to make a home, a place and sense of belonging, and she knows becoming close with others is the key
Even now that she is coming back and the town itself is more familiar to her than in the paragraph above, the fact that some of the faces she knew aren't going to be there anymore and the fact there are probably one or two new faces makes her just as wary as when she had first arrived, but she knows that she will still have to try and she will have a little more reason to work harder at becoming close to others and trying to belong.
What will your character do for work?
Marie has some experience in running a shop (in her original world she did spend a few months (at least) running a scooter rental shop in Greece. Her plan, once she gets settled or an opportunity arrives (whichever comes first) is to work for a shop or run one. (A consignment shop seems up her alley or working at a saloon or cafe (she does have some skill in cooking).) She will have to get settled first before making a choice.
In her previous stint in New Dodge, she ran the consignment shop and would most likely take it over again (if she were allowed).
Inventory:
x1 set of clothing – sleeveless/strapless top with flower pattern/design, long rust colored/red flowing skirt, sandals, underwear/undergarments.
x1 folding knife for self defense (hidden under her shirt, specifically within her bra -given to her and carried out of habit)
x1 blue bracelet on her left wrist
x1 battered, orange hobo bag (only has a few dollars in various currencies inside of it)
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/2343741.html ("Fell Asleep on" Meme)
The only thing she could say when the red bag had been placed into her arms was nothing. Not one single word had even thought to come up and out of her mouth. Not even her usual choice word for everything that had been confusing, terrifying, or more often than not annoying would let itself be blurted out. She had only managed to give him a look that was not much different than of a deer staring at a car's headlights while standing on a dark road and the most her body had allowed her to do was numbly take the bag and let her jaw drop slightly. Not enough that it had been noticeable (or so she told herself once she could even start to think clearly) to even herself but no one had mentioned it out loud or gave her a weird look.
She realized about halfway through that she knew that this was about and that was even with her not being able to truly hear what was being said to her. Though, anyone who just lived through whatever -that- was could piece it together. Her eyes decided at that one moment to simply lower to the ground. This whole mess had been her fault, hadn't it? She had not expected Eamon and his kids to show up nor had she expected something that involved gunfire and an explosion to happen.
She had found herself not needing to hear the rules she would have to live by for the rest of her life. No friends, no family? She felt her lips pursed when she realized that the the former would be harder than the latter. Nothing familiar? Her entire life had been about what was different and she saw no reason why that would ever change even if this "adventure" hadn't happened after all.
She supposed he was trying to make himself feel better or justify what she had sensed was going to happen. But she had simply tightened her grip on the bag, hoping that she (for once) would be wrong. However, once she got a good look at his face, once had willed herself to take a good long look.
"So, he had decided then," the little voice that had rarely ever spoke but would be described as the one in the back of her head voice with some annoyance and some sadness, "he's going to take off and leave without me."
"What about you?"
Those had been the first words she had managed to herself say and that had taken all of her nerve to sound out.
"What are you going to do?"
Her heart had nearly stopped when she asked that question because she had realized that if she had to ask him that, then whatever that was - the thing she had thought they had agreed on wasn't going to happen. "Ugh, what were you thinking, Marie? Come on...this was not supposed to go this way. At all." The voice had grown a little a little louder, a little more irritable, embarrassed even. "Besides, wanting to go with him? You're stupid, but not that stupid, right? And another thing, a conversation in the middle of the night is not a binding contact. It wasn't a promise..."
But no answer had come, especially not the answer she had wanted to hear.
(Her inner voice had decided to chide her at this point, "No, no tears.")
Whatever that answer she was expecting was, she had not gotten it. As she had been rushed into the Jeep and just as she had managed to almost sit down and shut the door she felt the car almost instantly begin to move and it had then started to move faster and faster- she had found herself looking back until he had vanished from her sight and in a hurt tone she had muttered a strained, "No body does the right thing."
First-Person Sample:
dear-mun.dreamwidth.org/12058102.html (Dear Mun debut/voicetest)
Dear Martin,
Congratulations on entering university! I don't remember the last time I tried to write to you, or tried to call, or even visit. It's been so long, I have to wonder if you even remember who I am and I'm laughing a little on the inside at how worried about it I seem to feel. It's not as if I can actually send this letter to you. No, I'm sure you and Oma are being watched, your phones tapped, and your mail searched without you knowing and if you did become aware of it, you would probably feel more angry towards me or even sad or bitter. I won't do that to you because it's not fair to either of you to suffer for my choices and I know I left home on bad terms with everyone. You were still a kid and you probably felt betrayed, but I was young and felt like I had a chip on my shoulder and that I could do better on my own than staying put until I graduated or entered university or trade school (though, with my marks... I doubt I could have).
I was angry about Father and even more angry that your mother had run off the moment the bills from his funeral had come in. She had ran off not even a week after the funeral and dumped us off on (for all we knew) a stranger's doorstep. I never thought about you back then or how any of this made you feel. I'm sure it was harder on a small boy than it was on a teenage girl. I only realized how much trouble and hurt I caused once I got older and I saw the world was not so simple. My reasoning may not make much sense on paper and I think that even now I'm still trying to figure out how wrong I was back then. I'm 26 now and it's been almost ten years and dozens of mistakes later and I'm only now starting to "understand", so I hope you're actually ahead of me on this and more mature. Though, even as a little boy you were always the sensible one of the both of us and basically the one the adults liked. You probably haven't changed one bit in that way. You probably got taller but I can't imagine you acting differently in some ways.
I'm sorry for making this about me when this is supposed to be about you. I just thought you were old enough to understand now and I just needed to get all of this out into the open somehow. I want to know what you are up to besides school. Is there a girl? Do you have any good friends? What are you studying? Did you travel anywhere nice before your classes started? We'll have to swap stories if you do. I have a few good ones about a surf shop I was conned into renting with others. It was nice until I learned the truth.
Maybe we'll see each other again someday. That would be nice. I would like to know where you ended up and I hope it's a better place than me, at least one where you aren't running all the time. But, even though it's hard and it seems like some days pass by too quickly and others are endlessly long, I'm happy. I really am. I can't explain to you why, though, for all I know someone had told you what was going on and you're aware that you're both being watched so you can probably guess the reasoning. I'm sure if I can come and see you, you might see that I can smile now and that it comes easily. I know I never could have back then. Just, I'm going to ask for you to do one thing for me. I want you to not worry about me, okay? Go, take care of yourself, and get settled into a nice quiet life for the both of us.
Your big sister,
Marie
Are you over 16? Yes.
Characters Played Here: None.
Character: Marie Helena Kreutz
Series/Canon: The Bourne Series (films)
From When?: In between "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy"
Previous Game(s): Boomtown.
History: Both "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy" films
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/The_Bourne_Identity_(film)
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/The_Bourne_Supremacy_(film)
http://bourne.wikia.com/wiki/Film:_Marie_Kreutz
Previous game history:
She had one moment been shopping in a marketplace and the next minute she had been surrounded by the scene of a town under a dome that seemed to rival the ones in the western films that she had seen bits and pieces of growing up. She had been wary of those who helped her and only seemed receptive (though mostly thankful and relieved) when she saw Jason who seemed stunned to see her there. She had been given bits and pieces of information about where she was by him and others and eventually it had been decided where she was going to stay and her job.
Marie had found herself both enjoying and frustrated by her life in New Dodge. In this town, she was "reunited" (at least he would see it as such) with Jason Bourne who seemed to be older than her and carried memories she did not. She had eventually learned that she had been killed by mistake in the world where he had come from (though she considers it to be her world as well) by someone who had been chasing them and looking to kill him. She had also had to come to terms with learning that her death had also created a series of bloody events which ended with the source of all of their being taken care of once and for all. Though, she still carries guilt from knowing that it was what happened to her that caused so much to happen and caused him so much pain. In some sense, she struggles on and off with blaming herself for both things despite her cheery demeanor towards him. She simply just wanted to help and she had thought the best way was to create something new out of the "second chance" they were both given. Though, she had never allowed herself to explore her feelings or to think much about the truth, she had shoved it deep down inside and instead chose to try to smile through it. She gotten it in her head that she had wanted to start a new life in New Dodge, one where they wouldn't have to run anymore and she had even become bold enough to ask him if he had wanted to start over too.
Marie had also struggled some with making friends, at least letting herself get to the point with them she could call those people her friends and could easily rely on them when she was stuck. She liked speaking to people and she had found herself growing fond of a handful of them, even allowing them to help her when she had hit a low point or two. She found herself relying on another person who fluxed in like herself named Gabriel Gray at her lowest point, but she also tended to like speaking to Gene Khan and Lara Croft, along with a few others during those periods where she felt alone or stressed. She had wanted to try to return the favor (seen when she had discussed making baked goods for people who tried to help her cope with the news of her supposed death in her world) at least once time. Something she saw as a "thank you", but no one seemed to fully take her up on.
However, it was the small things like being free to cut and dye her own hair in any way that she wanted and being able to run a shop of her own again, that she liked best. She also had found herself trying to create a routine and trying to do things with others such as going to the Saloon for drinks and even baking - things she had thought she would have to give up for good in her world. She also found some comfort in the few moments alone she had with her boyfriend and felt most at ease then. Though, towards the end, she spent more time than not locked away within her shop and thinking everything she had learned and experienced over. She had realized that pushing herself had begun to take it's toll on her.
Eventually, she had fluxed out and the only traces of her presence in the town were the letters she had written for the people she had grown fond of and what few possessions she had managed to gather.
Personality: Marie is a person who is 'hard to get to know' and shows many different sides depending on who is near her. She can be both temperamental, mistrusting, and suffers no fools but she can also be loving, fiercely loyal, and eager to help when she deems a cause to be worth the trouble it could cause or bring to her doorstep. She also seems to be reluctant to help others (though, she is not above agreeing to take money or something similar in exchange for her assistance - she is desperate herself, she is just more prone to caving in and helping and holding up her end and then some). To those she trusts and knows well, she lets her opinions and questions flow freely from her mouth and mind. Those who she distrusts (everyone else) she appears to be aloof, flighty, proud, and as if she moves a step back or to the side for every one they take towards her. Her actions (movement) can be described as chaotic by those who do not know her and are simply observing her. Her motives for her actions and reactions are a mystery to everyone but herself but she seems comfortable with herself and how she lives life.
When given the chance to warm up entirely to a person, she shows many occasions of being caring and even acting as an "anchor" to them when they seem to be lost or about to drift away from reality. She also does "motherly" things on occasion such as helping take care of fevers or injuries. She is perceptive to their feelings and tries her best to not step on them too much and even take care of her own needs so they won't have to worry (this does cause some worry on occasion and she knows from that point she will have to answer their questions even if its with one word). However, she is not entirely "cold" towards others, she does smile, laugh, and speak to them in a friendly, though cautious manner. She does understand the need to "make friends" on occasion to get things done and will even try to talk them into helping her in some way (she tried to marry someone for a green card, though that was some sweet talk and money she offered. The plan did fail).
She is a born worrier, though she does her best to not let those worries show and instead show a more positive (well, a realistic by her standards such as "People can do all sorts of amazing things they they are scared") outlook on what is happening around her. Even if all she is able to do is just stick around and do her part, or even give a few words of encouragement or belief. Sometimes she says nothing but the fact she sticks around says it all. If she is unable to show a positive face, then she instead chooses to face it with the bravest face she can muster or one of complete indifference if she feels that what she sees going on around her is something that is not worth getting involved with or is something she deems to be impossible. She generally will go out of her comfort zone when she feels that something that may or is happening is truly a "bad thing" such as the possibility of children being hurt (even if she does not know them). She often tries to cope with her nerves or anxiety by rambling/telling stories about her shenanigans from years past or by finding something else to focus on (finding music on the radio, for example).
If there was one thing she hates, it would be being ordered around unless she sees their being a valid reason for why she is being told what to do (or at least having it put in a way where she can just go along with it or be unable to argue). She is one for making her own decisions and can deviate from agreed plans if she finds her way may work better or be more simple. She also strongly dislikes when she feels someone is trying to shut her out or hide things from her, though she is more understanding of their reasons in those situations and tends to voice her thoughts or offer help and leave it be. She also hates feeling as if her hands are tied or she is stuck in one place with nowhere to go or escape to. This comes from years of wandering and it is hard for her to break such a habit. Being tied down to even another person, relying on another person is extremely difficult for her even after a couple years of knowing them. Though, she never states her reasons for being so aloof and unwilling to trust people, she sees that as her own business and her own problem to deal with. Though, she does make it clear to anyone to uses the reasoning that they are trying to do what's right by her or someone else, that she thinks of them as lying and that "no one does the right thing".
However, even her ability to remain calm and understand can reach its limit and when it does she tends to flee, panic, or shut down entirely. Sometimes she allows a few tears to slip through, other times she is stunned. There are occasions when she is able to contain herself, but those are a relatively recent thing for her and that was due to the little bit of training she was given on what to do or where to go when things become too dangerous and she needed to flee. Never once has she been known to actually physically fight or cause harm to another and even will try to call out to stop others from doing so, the most she has been seen to do and her "go to" idea is to quickly jump into a car and begin to drive away or to offer to do so. To put that simply, she finds violence to be the worst possible solution for a problem and sees it as a cycle that is never ending. Though, she understands that the world that had created her belief is not the one she is still living a apart of. The world she had become a part of just by a mere meeting is much more gray than black or white. But, she chooses to stick to her figurative guns, especially, once she realizes how damaged a person can become when they do such things (whether it be choice or necessity). Her need to remain living by her code, is a good example of her stubbornness and resistance to some changes (she is generally willing to go with the flow on most things such as moving from place to place). She also has a strong sense of curiosity when something peaks her interest and if asking does not get her what she wants to know, she will look around and piece an explanation together herself.
She simply prefers avoiding conflict whenever possible and only steps in when something is a threat to herself, someone she cares for, or goes against her moral system. She also seems to have a "healing" presence to her, much like sunlight or a gentle breeze despite her confusing persona. She carries herself as if she has spent a lot of time watching the "outside" while remaining in her own internal world. One trait of that world is one that shows itself in the criminal record that she has more nonviolent crimes such as credit fraud (she had been detained in Italy). She is more "naive" compared to her canonmates and she struggles with the radical change that the events she has been placed into has caused. However, if asked, she would say that she feels like she is "more alive" than before.
Simply put? She is someone who seems to be watching life from a distance, joining in when she wants and backing out when it becomes overwhelming. But, she is slowly starting to learn that the world is not as black and white as she had thought it was and how to rely on others and allow them to rely on her.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
Marie would at first be extremely wary of her situation and the things she would see and have to her past experience, to some extent this was something drilled into her by Jason Bourne, and the remainder is something learned from her past. She would not be necessarily resistant (she would be more stunned at first), she would decide to go along with things and watch others carefully and interact with them in a friendly, though distant way. If anything she would try to find a way to explain someone's actions (though, she would probably just write it off as a "quirk"). Once she warms up and begins to adjust, she would start to see a "newfound freedom" in what is going on and she would start to try to build a home, her first "real" home she would ever have when she realizes that she can do that. She would begin to try to get to know other people and after only having any real contact with one person for the last two or so years of her life. She would find it easier to bond with anyone else who was sent there unwilling and from gaining a comfort zone with others in a similar situation, she could feel more comfortable with pushing herself (going places, trying to strike up conversations with others) but she would let the pieces fall where they may and not be pushy with them. She is not the type to make enemies on purpose or even willingly, in fact, she would want to try to be (at least) acquaintances with someone first. She would work because she is the type who does what she can to make things work out and with as little cost to herself and others as possible. She wants to try to make a home, a place and sense of belonging, and she knows becoming close with others is the key
Even now that she is coming back and the town itself is more familiar to her than in the paragraph above, the fact that some of the faces she knew aren't going to be there anymore and the fact there are probably one or two new faces makes her just as wary as when she had first arrived, but she knows that she will still have to try and she will have a little more reason to work harder at becoming close to others and trying to belong.
What will your character do for work?
Marie has some experience in running a shop (in her original world she did spend a few months (at least) running a scooter rental shop in Greece. Her plan, once she gets settled or an opportunity arrives (whichever comes first) is to work for a shop or run one. (A consignment shop seems up her alley or working at a saloon or cafe (she does have some skill in cooking).) She will have to get settled first before making a choice.
In her previous stint in New Dodge, she ran the consignment shop and would most likely take it over again (if she were allowed).
Inventory:
x1 set of clothing – sleeveless/strapless top with flower pattern/design, long rust colored/red flowing skirt, sandals, underwear/undergarments.
x1 folding knife for self defense (hidden under her shirt, specifically within her bra -given to her and carried out of habit)
x1 blue bracelet on her left wrist
x1 battered, orange hobo bag (only has a few dollars in various currencies inside of it)
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/2343741.html ("Fell Asleep on" Meme)
The only thing she could say when the red bag had been placed into her arms was nothing. Not one single word had even thought to come up and out of her mouth. Not even her usual choice word for everything that had been confusing, terrifying, or more often than not annoying would let itself be blurted out. She had only managed to give him a look that was not much different than of a deer staring at a car's headlights while standing on a dark road and the most her body had allowed her to do was numbly take the bag and let her jaw drop slightly. Not enough that it had been noticeable (or so she told herself once she could even start to think clearly) to even herself but no one had mentioned it out loud or gave her a weird look.
She realized about halfway through that she knew that this was about and that was even with her not being able to truly hear what was being said to her. Though, anyone who just lived through whatever -that- was could piece it together. Her eyes decided at that one moment to simply lower to the ground. This whole mess had been her fault, hadn't it? She had not expected Eamon and his kids to show up nor had she expected something that involved gunfire and an explosion to happen.
She had found herself not needing to hear the rules she would have to live by for the rest of her life. No friends, no family? She felt her lips pursed when she realized that the the former would be harder than the latter. Nothing familiar? Her entire life had been about what was different and she saw no reason why that would ever change even if this "adventure" hadn't happened after all.
She supposed he was trying to make himself feel better or justify what she had sensed was going to happen. But she had simply tightened her grip on the bag, hoping that she (for once) would be wrong. However, once she got a good look at his face, once had willed herself to take a good long look.
"So, he had decided then," the little voice that had rarely ever spoke but would be described as the one in the back of her head voice with some annoyance and some sadness, "he's going to take off and leave without me."
"What about you?"
Those had been the first words she had managed to herself say and that had taken all of her nerve to sound out.
"What are you going to do?"
Her heart had nearly stopped when she asked that question because she had realized that if she had to ask him that, then whatever that was - the thing she had thought they had agreed on wasn't going to happen. "Ugh, what were you thinking, Marie? Come on...this was not supposed to go this way. At all." The voice had grown a little a little louder, a little more irritable, embarrassed even. "Besides, wanting to go with him? You're stupid, but not that stupid, right? And another thing, a conversation in the middle of the night is not a binding contact. It wasn't a promise..."
But no answer had come, especially not the answer she had wanted to hear.
(Her inner voice had decided to chide her at this point, "No, no tears.")
Whatever that answer she was expecting was, she had not gotten it. As she had been rushed into the Jeep and just as she had managed to almost sit down and shut the door she felt the car almost instantly begin to move and it had then started to move faster and faster- she had found herself looking back until he had vanished from her sight and in a hurt tone she had muttered a strained, "No body does the right thing."
First-Person Sample:
dear-mun.dreamwidth.org/12058102.html (Dear Mun debut/voicetest)
Dear Martin,
Congratulations on entering university! I don't remember the last time I tried to write to you, or tried to call, or even visit. It's been so long, I have to wonder if you even remember who I am and I'm laughing a little on the inside at how worried about it I seem to feel. It's not as if I can actually send this letter to you. No, I'm sure you and Oma are being watched, your phones tapped, and your mail searched without you knowing and if you did become aware of it, you would probably feel more angry towards me or even sad or bitter. I won't do that to you because it's not fair to either of you to suffer for my choices and I know I left home on bad terms with everyone. You were still a kid and you probably felt betrayed, but I was young and felt like I had a chip on my shoulder and that I could do better on my own than staying put until I graduated or entered university or trade school (though, with my marks... I doubt I could have).
I was angry about Father and even more angry that your mother had run off the moment the bills from his funeral had come in. She had ran off not even a week after the funeral and dumped us off on (for all we knew) a stranger's doorstep. I never thought about you back then or how any of this made you feel. I'm sure it was harder on a small boy than it was on a teenage girl. I only realized how much trouble and hurt I caused once I got older and I saw the world was not so simple. My reasoning may not make much sense on paper and I think that even now I'm still trying to figure out how wrong I was back then. I'm 26 now and it's been almost ten years and dozens of mistakes later and I'm only now starting to "understand", so I hope you're actually ahead of me on this and more mature. Though, even as a little boy you were always the sensible one of the both of us and basically the one the adults liked. You probably haven't changed one bit in that way. You probably got taller but I can't imagine you acting differently in some ways.
I'm sorry for making this about me when this is supposed to be about you. I just thought you were old enough to understand now and I just needed to get all of this out into the open somehow. I want to know what you are up to besides school. Is there a girl? Do you have any good friends? What are you studying? Did you travel anywhere nice before your classes started? We'll have to swap stories if you do. I have a few good ones about a surf shop I was conned into renting with others. It was nice until I learned the truth.
Maybe we'll see each other again someday. That would be nice. I would like to know where you ended up and I hope it's a better place than me, at least one where you aren't running all the time. But, even though it's hard and it seems like some days pass by too quickly and others are endlessly long, I'm happy. I really am. I can't explain to you why, though, for all I know someone had told you what was going on and you're aware that you're both being watched so you can probably guess the reasoning. I'm sure if I can come and see you, you might see that I can smile now and that it comes easily. I know I never could have back then. Just, I'm going to ask for you to do one thing for me. I want you to not worry about me, okay? Go, take care of yourself, and get settled into a nice quiet life for the both of us.
Your big sister,
Marie