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Um... G-Goodbye!
Daughter of Gordon, and sister of Cammy.
Dorothy is a pathologically shy girl, who is never without her hood and bangs covering her eyes and her doll Fern, whom she uses to communicate with. She is so shy, in fact, that she will run away from you if you approach her unexpectedly-- Please don't take it personally and do your best to be her friend!
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Dorothy patted her dust-covered skirt with a pout before taking her broom back from the stranger. A plant hunter, hm? She admired that, being a sort of researcher of herbs herself.
The greenette opened her mouth, planning to point the traveler in the direction of the inn, until he spoke once more. Short on cash? A sticky situation, indeed. Her face fell and she nervously tapped at her chin. She supposed she could invite him to stay the night, but she wasn't so sure how her father would react to her so boldly doing so... especially since this was the second time in a week....
She wasn't the type to turn away a weary traveler, however, and hung her head for her careless benevolence. "Um... y-you can spend the night here, i-if you have nowhere else...."
Pacing Pews || @ Basil
Basil seemed to have startled a girl inside, “Ah! I’m so sorry.” He quickly picked up her broom and gave it to her. “My name’s Basil, miss. I…I’m a plant hunter. I was just traveling to study the herbs in this region, but it appears I’ve wandered a bit too far. I’m afraid that I’m not familiar with this town and was wondering where one might find a place to stay the night?” Basil hoped she wasn’t mad at him for scaring her, he’d hate to be turned away on such a cold evening. “I’m also a bit short on cash.” He grinned sheepishly, having a bad habit of not planning ahead.
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As she hoisted herself to her feet, Dorothy took the broom from the stranger with a thankful nod. She'd made quite a mess when she fell, she noticed, and she would no doubt have to sweep once more. She heaved a soft sigh, then glanced nervously towards the traveler.
"Um..." The greenette bit at her thumb nail, wondering what she was to say. There wasn't very much extra space in the church.... "The, um... The inn is, er, o-on the next block over...."
She was suddenly hit with a strange sort of nervousness. What if the inn was full? What if the traveler had no money to spend? What if he was to resent her for turning him away?
"B-But..!" She bit her lip. "I... um, i-if y-you still don't have a place after that, um, th-there's an extra bed..." she paused. Would her family be upset with her for so carelessly inviting in a stranger? She prayed not. "..h-here at the church...."
Pacing Pews || @ Joe
Joe was taking a trip today, travelling the near countryside for inspiration in the long winter days that made his brain grow dull. He had stumbled into a small town, it seemed he had gone too far. He spotted a tall building at the end of the road, a church! They’d have to offer refuge to a traveler on a spiritual journey, right? Or at least they could point him toward a place to spend the night. He looked in, and he was worried there would be no one there or worse, abandoned. He could barely see in through the window, though, due to the angle of the afternoon sunlight. He knocked twice on the large doors, and heaftily pushed them open, expecting them to be heavier than they were. They flung open and startled someone in there. “Oh! I’m sorry, miss.” He handed her her broom which she had dropped. “Um, I,” he wasn’t sure how to start, “My name’s Joe.” He smiled. “I was just passing through, but I need a place to stay for the night… I thought a church might be a good place to start. Can you help me?”
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Dorothy swept between pews lethargically. Dust seemed to collect terribly quickly, especially on weekdays. The greenette’s eyes drooped. Almost done, almost done… just had to sweep the dirt out the door and—
She squeaked and fell backwards as the door opened of its own accord. Had a spirit come to haunt her home!? Certainly those petty rumors weren’t true…. Dorothy swept her hair out of her eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of what had suddenly opened the door. Much to her relief, there was no spirit. Only a traveler, it seemed, who was quite concerned that there was a green-haired girl sitting on the ground with a pile of dirt and dust beside her. Quickly, she picked herself up and brushed off her clothing.
“Um…” she muttered. “…C-Can I help you?”
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I dare you to write an Open RP right now. Drop everything you're doing and write an Open Rp, it must have at least 5 sentences. TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU. This also means to stop talking to people to get this Open RP done right away.
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Magic Anon! You are now bold enough to kiss the person of your choice on the cheek. But once you do give them a kiss, you revert back to normal, without an ounce of bravery left.
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~♥~CUPID!ANON~♥~: For the next 24 hours, you will find yourself madly in love with… Micah!
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I talk, but I do not speak my mind. What am I?
"Ah--" Dorothy clapped her hands together excitedly. She recalled her sister testing her with this riddle before and, although she couldn't guess it right, she held it in the back of her mind.
"An actor! ...R-Right?"
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Fwip, fwip, fwip...
Dorothy swept between pews lethargically. Dust seemed to collect terribly quickly, especially on weekdays. The greenette's eyes drooped. Almost done, almost done... just had to sweep the dirt out the door and--
She squeaked and fell backwards as the door opened of its own accord. Had a spirit come to haunt her home!? Certainly those petty rumors weren't true.... Dorothy swept her hair out of her eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of what had suddenly opened the door. Much to her relief, there was no spirit. Only a traveler, it seemed, who was quite concerned that there was a green-haired girl sitting on the ground with a pile of dirt and dust beside her. Quickly, she picked herself up and brushed off her clothing.
"Um..." she muttered. "...C-Can I help you?"
@ Dorothy
Basil’s cheeks were stained red from the cold air, and it appeared that he had wandered a little farther than his share for the day for as he looked about the quaint town he realized he had never visited before. Renewed vigor and excitement swept over him as he thought about exploring the local forests for the area’s greens. But for now, it was getting far too late to inspect anything, there was not a drop of sunlight on the horizon. He noticed a large building, a church at the end of the path… They would surely offer refuge to a traveler.
Ducking under the overhang, he noticed the candlelight on the altar inside shown through the windows, and he gingerly knocked three times and then once more before entering.
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Dorothy kept her gaze to the ground so she didn't have to look him in the face, but she still felt his harsh stare upon her. She clutched her doll tightly in her arms. This was too nerve-racking for her. She wanted to go home, but her legs wouldn't take her there. It was as though Barrett's one-eyed glare kept her locked in place.
She spent at least three minutes staring at her boots, pretending that there wasn't anybody standing in front of her, that she didn't actually have to go on a date (and spend the night) with Barrett.
Unfortunately, he spoke up eventually, which made her glance upward. He looked... impatient. Not unusual.
Shoulder tense and knees shaking, she chewed at her bottom lip. He couldn't at least pretend to be excited? She took a hesitant step forward to stand by his side, though with much space in between them, and choked out, "L-Let's go."
Barrett blinked at her coolly, trying not to let the shock get to him. Out of all the girls, it just had to be her, didn’t it? It was as if this world really wanted to have him spinning out of control or something, tch. Well there wasn’t anyway in Hell that’d Barrett would try and enjoy this… or at least more than he usually did in her company…. Hopefully.
She had her back turned to him, and was shuffling her little feet nervously like she usually did when they would ‘coincidentally’ meet up for Festivals. Just a coincidence, just a coincidence. Hmph, it was nothing.
When she turned, Barrett nearly caught sight of something that had his mind shake like mad for a moment. Her face… He was just this close to— urgh what was he thinking? His head was just, ugh, being uncooperative or something— Yeah, that’s it. She looked a bit strange, maybe it was the light? Or was she… wearing makeup?! What was going on?
Realizing that he was standing there stupidly arguing with himself and staring at her a little too intensely (as hinted by her uncomfortable grasp on Fern), he absentmindedly shoved forward with their “date”.
”..You ready to head out yet? I’d intently drop this immediately if I could… but I suppose we’re stuck together.”
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Oh Jin-sensei oh
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"....."
Dorothy stared at the doctor, at a loss from his kind words. She put a hand to her cheek with pursed lips.
With a shaky hand, she reached towards the top of her head and tugged her hood down. She was nervous. For the majority of her life, she had kept her face hidden from the world. The only other people who had seen her face that she could name off the top of her head were her sister and father.
She held her breath, holding her long, minty bangs above her ruby eyes. The greenette blinked. She had forgotten how much clearer the world was when there wasn't hair in the way.
@Jin
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Alice’s Theme from Harvest Moon: Hero of Leaf Valley
#plot twist: alice is actually the pink panther in disguise#or a dancing and snapping gang leader from west side story
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Dorothy took note of the smile upon the doctor's face. The serious aura that seemed to surround him suddenly dissipated with that smile. She felt a blush rising to her cheeks. Her face fell, however, at the mention of her face, causing her blush to intensify.
"Oh, um...." She bit her lip. "I-I don't know... I'm..." She shuffled her boots against the floor nervously. Jin seemed like a perfectly nice person... she somehow doubted that he would be one to judge somebody for their looks, but that didn't make her any less self-conscious.
"I-I'm kind of... ugly...." Or, at least she thought she was.
@Jin
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