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Would it be possible to create a character that was, say, the "alpha's" daughter
"Josie, go check on the copy machine," Roger's rough voice met her ears and her eyes narrowed, pulling herself from her conversation with Becky. She pressed her coffee to her lips and bowed dramatically. Roger set his eyes into a hard glare and smirked, soon rolling them as he awaited her smart-assed comment. She refrained from offering one up, however, and set her coffee down. He was just sour over her open invitation from the past weekend. She strode towards the copy machine, heels clicking across the floor. A large stack of papers sat on the table along with an envelope. Josie cocked an eyebrow and opened the envelope, closing it once again once her eyes had scanned over it.
"Print shop?" She breathed, a bit confused. A clatter sounded behind her, at the printer, and her attention turned, seeing a guy bent towards the copier. His muscles were obvious through his tight t-shirt but Josie played little mind. Unless he had a guitar strapped across his back, or the vocal chords of an angel, Josie honestly didn't care. She hated to make it look that way, but it was the truth. He maneuvered around the copy machine, seemingly like he knew what he was doing. Josie said nothing, only watching. She laughed to herself at the thought of a article reading "Local Print Shop Worker Saves Journalist Building". With an eye roll she leaned over the divider wall, peering down to see exactly what he was busying himself with. She had to admit, she had no idea as to where she would start in his position.
He huffed in what seemed to be irritation and looked up to wipe his hair out of his face. Josie blanched, realizing she had been caught when his eyes met hers. A nervous laugh left her lips as her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she laughed, propping her chin on her hand, "I was overly interested in what you were doing and didn't want to distract you from your work."
OOC : This one is short, sorry u.u
"Print shop?" She breathed, a bit confused. A clatter sounded behind her, at the printer, and her attention turned, seeing a guy bent towards the copier. His muscles were obvious through his tight t-shirt but Josie played little mind. Unless he had a guitar strapped across his back, or the vocal chords of an angel, Josie honestly didn't care. She hated to make it look that way, but it was the truth. He maneuvered around the copy machine, seemingly like he knew what he was doing. Josie said nothing, only watching. She laughed to herself at the thought of a article reading "Local Print Shop Worker Saves Journalist Building". With an eye roll she leaned over the divider wall, peering down to see exactly what he was busying himself with. She had to admit, she had no idea as to where she would start in his position.
He huffed in what seemed to be irritation and looked up to wipe his hair out of his face. Josie blanched, realizing she had been caught when his eyes met hers. A nervous laugh left her lips as her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she laughed, propping her chin on her hand, "I was overly interested in what you were doing and didn't want to distract you from your work."
OOC : This one is short, sorry u.u
Josie swayed her way into the large high-rise, a smile on her lips as a couple of other people within greeted her. Her name and face had been featured on the television just two nights before after covering one of her many bands she had helped become discovered by big record labels. A couple of young girls, probably around the age of sixteen, occupied the lounge of the building. One made eye contact with Josie on her way to the elevator and turned back to her friends, all of them soon looking Josie's way. Before she reached the elevator they were upon her. "Josie Kossak, right?" One questioned, receiving a curt nod. "Oh my god, can we get a picture?" Josie blanched, her cheeks flushing. Why would they want a picture with her? She'd only been on television a maximum of nine times in the course of the year she had worked with the firm.
They flashed a couple of pictures and thanked Josie again before sitting back down on the couches in the lounge. She shook her head slowly, a smile playing on her lips as she stepped into the elevator. A blonde head suddenly made its way into the building in a rush. Josie put her hand in the way of the doors knowingly as she rolled her eyes. Becky shooed off the girls and practically bolted into the open elevator. "You could have taken a picture," Josie commented to her best friend, cracking a smile. The older girl rolled her brown eyes and made a face.
"Yes, and be even later that I already am." Josie let out a giggle.
"You have fifteen minutes, Beck." The blonde set her eyes in a glare and rolled them with a smile.
"So what," she smirked and the two women started to laugh together. "So, how was your outing with Roger and the rest of the office Saturday?" This pulled an eyeroll from Josie herself as she shot Becky a look asking if she was seriously asking that question. Her silence was answer enough. Roger had kept trying and trying to get Josie on a night with him alone but she continued to ask the rest of the office if they wanted to come out with them. The last weekend he had wanted to go to the new steak house two blocks over so Josie had sent out an invitation to the other twelve reporters in their normal group. Becky, like usual, had already had a date and couldn't come. The elevator dinged and the two stepped out on their floor, Becky still prying into Josie's business per usual.
They flashed a couple of pictures and thanked Josie again before sitting back down on the couches in the lounge. She shook her head slowly, a smile playing on her lips as she stepped into the elevator. A blonde head suddenly made its way into the building in a rush. Josie put her hand in the way of the doors knowingly as she rolled her eyes. Becky shooed off the girls and practically bolted into the open elevator. "You could have taken a picture," Josie commented to her best friend, cracking a smile. The older girl rolled her brown eyes and made a face.
"Yes, and be even later that I already am." Josie let out a giggle.
"You have fifteen minutes, Beck." The blonde set her eyes in a glare and rolled them with a smile.
"So what," she smirked and the two women started to laugh together. "So, how was your outing with Roger and the rest of the office Saturday?" This pulled an eyeroll from Josie herself as she shot Becky a look asking if she was seriously asking that question. Her silence was answer enough. Roger had kept trying and trying to get Josie on a night with him alone but she continued to ask the rest of the office if they wanted to come out with them. The last weekend he had wanted to go to the new steak house two blocks over so Josie had sent out an invitation to the other twelve reporters in their normal group. Becky, like usual, had already had a date and couldn't come. The elevator dinged and the two stepped out on their floor, Becky still prying into Josie's business per usual.
Twelve blocks away from the Print Shop sat a small cluster of apartment buildings, mostly those of luxury quality sprinkled with a few modestly-priced rentals as well. On the tenth and top floor of the apartment building, nestled between two newlywed suites perched a one-bedroom rental. The living room of which, was filled to the brim with empty but recently unpacked cardboard boxes. Empty Chinese takeout boxes and wine bottles littered the counter of the kitchen as an alarm clock blared inside another room. A small, manicured hand gingerly pressed the snooze button, a slender body rising from the under the thick down blanket. She pulled herself into a sitting position and sleepily found her athletic shorts and thin compression shirt. Slipping them on, along with a pair of tennis shoes, she pulled her light chestnut hair into a top knot and walked out of the large bedroom.
The owner of such bedroom, Josie Kossak, still drowsy, grabbed her iPhone from her bedside table along with her headphones. She made her way to the stairs, taking all ten flights to the bottom floor. She was a little breathless but soon leveled her breathing out as she stepped out into the fresh New York air. Or, at least, as fresh as New York air could be. Josie set up her workout app on her phone, checked the time which read 5:12 and began to jog down the street. People were already bustling their way to work, most carrying multiple cups of coffee although this was no surprise to her. It was New York after all. She smiled, remembering the days when she was the lackey for her fellow reporters. That didn't last too long, thanks to Roger, her boss. She thought about the older man for only a moment. He was six years older, tall and tan with these large bright white teeth. His brown hair was slicked back, enough to look clean but not so much that he looked like a grease ball. Josie had to admit, his green eyes were to die for but she didn't have time for him. Given, he was her boss, but romance with him was not in her cards. With a small eye roll of her vibrant blue eyes, she shook the thoughts out of her head and focused fully on the music in her ears.
As if on cue, she stopped in front of the print shop, the manager rushing out and almost into her. He didn't bother with an apology, though he rarely did. She had been running this route for four weeks and he had apologized maybe twice in that whole period. Josie rounded the block and made her way back towards her apartment. Stopping in front of the doors she looked back at her phone, reading the time of 5:23. A smile spread across her lips and she walked inside. "A whole minute off," she breathed in almost relief. Despite eating take out every day while getting her apartment together, she still managed to shave another minute off her run. Back up the stairs and into her apartment, she shed her clothing and stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against her back in a massaging rhythm, unable to lull her to sleep now that her adrenaline was rushing from the run.
Josie pulled her hair into another top knot after she washed it and stepped out of the shower. She applied her light foundation and her casual eye make up, sure not to over power it. She pulled her hair from its trap and curled it with her wet to dry curler, wrapping a towel loosely around the curve of her body. Her phone beeped, as an alarm, to tell her that it was five forty-five. A satin, red button up tucked into a tight black skirt and black heels finished off her ensemble for the day. She'd have to come home and change before she went on the night portion of her job later.
She poured her cat a bit of food, scratched his head lovingly and walked out of the apartment. She took the elevator this time to the bottom floor, paraded next door for a coffee for herself, and hailed a cab to head to work.
The owner of such bedroom, Josie Kossak, still drowsy, grabbed her iPhone from her bedside table along with her headphones. She made her way to the stairs, taking all ten flights to the bottom floor. She was a little breathless but soon leveled her breathing out as she stepped out into the fresh New York air. Or, at least, as fresh as New York air could be. Josie set up her workout app on her phone, checked the time which read 5:12 and began to jog down the street. People were already bustling their way to work, most carrying multiple cups of coffee although this was no surprise to her. It was New York after all. She smiled, remembering the days when she was the lackey for her fellow reporters. That didn't last too long, thanks to Roger, her boss. She thought about the older man for only a moment. He was six years older, tall and tan with these large bright white teeth. His brown hair was slicked back, enough to look clean but not so much that he looked like a grease ball. Josie had to admit, his green eyes were to die for but she didn't have time for him. Given, he was her boss, but romance with him was not in her cards. With a small eye roll of her vibrant blue eyes, she shook the thoughts out of her head and focused fully on the music in her ears.
As if on cue, she stopped in front of the print shop, the manager rushing out and almost into her. He didn't bother with an apology, though he rarely did. She had been running this route for four weeks and he had apologized maybe twice in that whole period. Josie rounded the block and made her way back towards her apartment. Stopping in front of the doors she looked back at her phone, reading the time of 5:23. A smile spread across her lips and she walked inside. "A whole minute off," she breathed in almost relief. Despite eating take out every day while getting her apartment together, she still managed to shave another minute off her run. Back up the stairs and into her apartment, she shed her clothing and stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against her back in a massaging rhythm, unable to lull her to sleep now that her adrenaline was rushing from the run.
Josie pulled her hair into another top knot after she washed it and stepped out of the shower. She applied her light foundation and her casual eye make up, sure not to over power it. She pulled her hair from its trap and curled it with her wet to dry curler, wrapping a towel loosely around the curve of her body. Her phone beeped, as an alarm, to tell her that it was five forty-five. A satin, red button up tucked into a tight black skirt and black heels finished off her ensemble for the day. She'd have to come home and change before she went on the night portion of her job later.
She poured her cat a bit of food, scratched his head lovingly and walked out of the apartment. She took the elevator this time to the bottom floor, paraded next door for a coffee for herself, and hailed a cab to head to work.
Name: Josie Kossak
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Josie is Josie. She care what other people think of her as long as she's happy. Despite this though, she will make sure she looks top notch when on the job. She hasn't had much of a chance to move her newspaper reports to television but has had a couple of debuts on the big screen. (tv) She loves music of all kinds, and never turns down the chance to play or listen to someone else play. She can spark up a lively conversation with anyone she tries to and feels intimidated by very few people, able to keep her cool even before the biggest of celebrities. She likes calm situations during the work week, to go with her calm demeanor, but on the weekends she likes to let loose. She's rarely seen without a smile on her face, unless in deep thought.
Appearance:
Bio: Josie lived in Florida with her grandmother until she was eleven years old after her mother passed away during childbirth. Her father was never a picture up to that point. Her grandmother decided it would be best to move back to her home country of Sweden. Josie got involved in the wrong crowd during that time and went off the rails. Tattoos, piercings, loud music. She tried to make it as a musician when she was a young teenager but felt that the stress was too much for her. When she was seventeen her father finally sought her out and brought her back to America, New York to be exact. She finished her high school career and went to the University of Buffalo where she graduated with a bachelor's in Journalism and a minor in music theory. She submerses herself with music, mainstream, underground, but likes to stay around the street musicians particularly.
Extra: Has a couple of tattoos that she got during her rebellious years from 16-17 years old. She tries to keep them covered but sometimes can't help it. She can speak Swedish as well as English.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Josie is Josie. She care what other people think of her as long as she's happy. Despite this though, she will make sure she looks top notch when on the job. She hasn't had much of a chance to move her newspaper reports to television but has had a couple of debuts on the big screen. (tv) She loves music of all kinds, and never turns down the chance to play or listen to someone else play. She can spark up a lively conversation with anyone she tries to and feels intimidated by very few people, able to keep her cool even before the biggest of celebrities. She likes calm situations during the work week, to go with her calm demeanor, but on the weekends she likes to let loose. She's rarely seen without a smile on her face, unless in deep thought.
Appearance:
Bio: Josie lived in Florida with her grandmother until she was eleven years old after her mother passed away during childbirth. Her father was never a picture up to that point. Her grandmother decided it would be best to move back to her home country of Sweden. Josie got involved in the wrong crowd during that time and went off the rails. Tattoos, piercings, loud music. She tried to make it as a musician when she was a young teenager but felt that the stress was too much for her. When she was seventeen her father finally sought her out and brought her back to America, New York to be exact. She finished her high school career and went to the University of Buffalo where she graduated with a bachelor's in Journalism and a minor in music theory. She submerses herself with music, mainstream, underground, but likes to stay around the street musicians particularly.
Extra: Has a couple of tattoos that she got during her rebellious years from 16-17 years old. She tries to keep them covered but sometimes can't help it. She can speak Swedish as well as English.
I'll join the Pokemon! And the warrior cats one if you end up making one
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Name: Josie Kossak
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Josie is Josie. She care what other people think of her as long as she's happy. Despite this though, she will make sure she looks top notch when on the job. She hasn't had much of a chance to move her newspaper reports to television but has had a couple of debuts on the big screen. (tv) She loves music of all kinds, and never turns down the chance to play or listen to someone else play. She can spark up a lively conversation with anyone she tries to and feels intimidated by very few people, able to keep her cool even before the biggest of celebrities. She likes calm situations during the work week, to go with her calm demeanor, but on the weekends she likes to let loose. She's rarely seen without a smile on her face, unless in deep thought.
Appearance:
Bio: Josie lived in Florida with her grandmother until she was eleven years old after her mother passed away during childbirth. Her father was never a picture up to that point. Her grandmother decided it would be best to move back to her home country of Sweden. Josie got involved in the wrong crowd during that time and went off the rails. Tattoos, piercings, loud music. She tried to make it as a musician when she was a young teenager but felt that the stress was too much for her. When she was seventeen her father finally sought her out and brought her back to America, New York to be exact. She finished her high school career and went to the University of Buffalo where she graduated with a bachelor's in Journalism and a minor in music theory. She submerses herself with music, mainstream, underground, but likes to stay around the street musicians particularly.
Extra: Has a couple of tattoos that she got during her rebellious years from 16-17 years old. She tries to keep them covered but sometimes can't help it. She can speak Swedish as well as English.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Josie is Josie. She care what other people think of her as long as she's happy. Despite this though, she will make sure she looks top notch when on the job. She hasn't had much of a chance to move her newspaper reports to television but has had a couple of debuts on the big screen. (tv) She loves music of all kinds, and never turns down the chance to play or listen to someone else play. She can spark up a lively conversation with anyone she tries to and feels intimidated by very few people, able to keep her cool even before the biggest of celebrities. She likes calm situations during the work week, to go with her calm demeanor, but on the weekends she likes to let loose. She's rarely seen without a smile on her face, unless in deep thought.
Appearance:
Bio: Josie lived in Florida with her grandmother until she was eleven years old after her mother passed away during childbirth. Her father was never a picture up to that point. Her grandmother decided it would be best to move back to her home country of Sweden. Josie got involved in the wrong crowd during that time and went off the rails. Tattoos, piercings, loud music. She tried to make it as a musician when she was a young teenager but felt that the stress was too much for her. When she was seventeen her father finally sought her out and brought her back to America, New York to be exact. She finished her high school career and went to the University of Buffalo where she graduated with a bachelor's in Journalism and a minor in music theory. She submerses herself with music, mainstream, underground, but likes to stay around the street musicians particularly.
Extra: Has a couple of tattoos that she got during her rebellious years from 16-17 years old. She tries to keep them covered but sometimes can't help it. She can speak Swedish as well as English.
I'm up for a warrior cat's one too! :)
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I could work with you on this if you'd like! It's very interesting! :)
Oh, oops! Haha, okay (:
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