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I'm Sterling, I've been writing/roleplaying for 11 years now. I like reading, writing, singing, dancing, horse back ridding and dog training.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
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For whoever wants to join me. I'd love to get another or several threads going. :) Please do write back!
For whoever wants to join me. I'd love to get another or several threads going. :) Please do write back!
Stepping out of the caddy Chasity slipped her tinted sun glasses up her nose and reached up to pull the brim of her hat down a bit further.
Looking over the top of the gleaming car she could just make out the little flags of the racetrack flapping in the brisk breeze. Race day was always something to look forward to. But this time she was alone for the most part.
Normally Walter, Henry, and Joseph escorted her. If not all three then certainly one or two. But today through a series of miscommunications and ‘business’ that needed immediate attending to Ms. Adler was driven to the track and would be sitting alone in their box.
This change did not go unnoticed by a select few. A photographer in the crowds near the entrance peered through his camera and turned the focus until Chasity Adler, alone and statue esc , was filling up the entirety of the shot. Pressing down on the button he snapped the photo and looked up over his camera to study Ms. Adler.
If Chasity Prudence Adler was uncomfortable with this arrangement the feelings of unease were hidden behind those tinted glasses and her harlot red lipstick. Rearranging her grip on her purse she closed the caddy’s door and stepped up to the entrance to the racetrack.
Quickly and with little to no fuss she was shown to the Adler’s private box. It was close enough to have a good view but not so close that her dress would get dusty from the horses rushing past. It was a fairly warm day and Chasity was glad for the shade her hat provided.
Looking over the top of the gleaming car she could just make out the little flags of the racetrack flapping in the brisk breeze. Race day was always something to look forward to. But this time she was alone for the most part.
Normally Walter, Henry, and Joseph escorted her. If not all three then certainly one or two. But today through a series of miscommunications and ‘business’ that needed immediate attending to Ms. Adler was driven to the track and would be sitting alone in their box.
This change did not go unnoticed by a select few. A photographer in the crowds near the entrance peered through his camera and turned the focus until Chasity Adler, alone and statue esc , was filling up the entirety of the shot. Pressing down on the button he snapped the photo and looked up over his camera to study Ms. Adler.
If Chasity Prudence Adler was uncomfortable with this arrangement the feelings of unease were hidden behind those tinted glasses and her harlot red lipstick. Rearranging her grip on her purse she closed the caddy’s door and stepped up to the entrance to the racetrack.
Quickly and with little to no fuss she was shown to the Adler’s private box. It was close enough to have a good view but not so close that her dress would get dusty from the horses rushing past. It was a fairly warm day and Chasity was glad for the shade her hat provided.
Chasity puffed on the new jig for a moment longer, sparing Mr. Flowers and his friends a glance before leaning in to peer over Mr. Levin’s shoulder as he wrote down the information for her. Taking the napkin and folding it she tucked it into her purse with a smile and a fond hand clasping Mr. Levin’s in thanks.
But he was distracted slightly by Mr. Flowers friends as well. Men. Always more interested in each other’s business than dancing or ladies.
As if coming over to prove this very point Henry Adler barged into the scene. Chasity barely had enough time to drop the jig in her hand on the bar top and step to the side hoping that this would obstruct Henry’s view … That was if he hadn’t already seen that she was smoking.
Chasity’s eyes widened nervously and her harlot red lips stretched back in a defensive smile. “Henry!” She welcomed her brother affectionately..ish. “Chasity.” He snapped, his glower making it abundantly clear that his bad mood from earlier was still holding on. The tall middle brother turned to nod at Mr. Levin and Mr. Flowers. “Good to see you gents… Wondering what it is my Sister is getting up to over here…”His tone wasn’t exactly accusatory… But it wasn’t totally polite either, though his sharp gaze was more directed at Chasity than anything else.
She blushed and realized that maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to get her brothers the drinks. Not with Henry in such a foul mood.
“Well you see I was just thanking Mr. Levin for his beautiful jewelry I’m wearing now when I bumped into Mr. Flowers. So I was making sure they were introduced…” She faded off slowly as Henry’s expression didn’t change. He was certainly between a rock and a hard place.
The Adler’s had business dealings with Mr. Levin and overall the old Jew wasn’t a threat to Chasity. But he tended to indulge Chasity in her childish whims. And Mr. Flowers. Mr. Flowers… Well he dealt with some folks that Henry didn’t want Chasity to have anything to do with. But Henry had a healthy respect for Mr. Flowers… Walter called it fear but Henry insisted it was respect.
All of this tied up with his love for his sister and his hatred of her being seen as anything but virginal by other men. Put in some bollix selling in THEIR territory and the inability to take this out on the appropriate target and you got Henry with some misplaced anger. And Chasity was the best target in this setting.
“You see, I thought I saw you smoking over here Chasity…” He tried for a calm tone but didn’t really meet his goal. “We’ve had some chats about that” “I wasn’t smo-“ “I saw you Chasity. Don’t lie to me.” Chasity shut her lips and looked away.
Were they home she might have argued that she was 23 now and should be able to make such decisions herself. Instead she bit her tongue in embarrassment. For her brothers behavior in public, and for Mr. Levin to see this… Her dark gaze flickered to Mr. Flowers as well. How humiliating. Why was Walter and Joseph letting Henry off his leash?
She looked to their table long enough to see they were in a huddled discussion with a black man she hadn’t seen before.
Henry however took this glance as an offence. Chasity was always getting Walter to fight her battles for her. Well he wouldn’t let her go off tattling to big brother now. Reaching out he grabbed his sister by the elbow tightly, starting to steer her away from the group. “Joe wants a word with you anyway Chasity…” He lied.
“Mr. Levin, Mr. Flowers… Nice to see you both.”
“Let me get my purse…” Chasity quipped, Henry’s grip was so strong his fingers were digging harshly into the exposed skin on her arm. He ignored her comment and continued to haul her away as Chasity reached for her purse.
But he was distracted slightly by Mr. Flowers friends as well. Men. Always more interested in each other’s business than dancing or ladies.
As if coming over to prove this very point Henry Adler barged into the scene. Chasity barely had enough time to drop the jig in her hand on the bar top and step to the side hoping that this would obstruct Henry’s view … That was if he hadn’t already seen that she was smoking.
Chasity’s eyes widened nervously and her harlot red lips stretched back in a defensive smile. “Henry!” She welcomed her brother affectionately..ish. “Chasity.” He snapped, his glower making it abundantly clear that his bad mood from earlier was still holding on. The tall middle brother turned to nod at Mr. Levin and Mr. Flowers. “Good to see you gents… Wondering what it is my Sister is getting up to over here…”His tone wasn’t exactly accusatory… But it wasn’t totally polite either, though his sharp gaze was more directed at Chasity than anything else.
She blushed and realized that maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to get her brothers the drinks. Not with Henry in such a foul mood.
“Well you see I was just thanking Mr. Levin for his beautiful jewelry I’m wearing now when I bumped into Mr. Flowers. So I was making sure they were introduced…” She faded off slowly as Henry’s expression didn’t change. He was certainly between a rock and a hard place.
The Adler’s had business dealings with Mr. Levin and overall the old Jew wasn’t a threat to Chasity. But he tended to indulge Chasity in her childish whims. And Mr. Flowers. Mr. Flowers… Well he dealt with some folks that Henry didn’t want Chasity to have anything to do with. But Henry had a healthy respect for Mr. Flowers… Walter called it fear but Henry insisted it was respect.
All of this tied up with his love for his sister and his hatred of her being seen as anything but virginal by other men. Put in some bollix selling in THEIR territory and the inability to take this out on the appropriate target and you got Henry with some misplaced anger. And Chasity was the best target in this setting.
“You see, I thought I saw you smoking over here Chasity…” He tried for a calm tone but didn’t really meet his goal. “We’ve had some chats about that” “I wasn’t smo-“ “I saw you Chasity. Don’t lie to me.” Chasity shut her lips and looked away.
Were they home she might have argued that she was 23 now and should be able to make such decisions herself. Instead she bit her tongue in embarrassment. For her brothers behavior in public, and for Mr. Levin to see this… Her dark gaze flickered to Mr. Flowers as well. How humiliating. Why was Walter and Joseph letting Henry off his leash?
She looked to their table long enough to see they were in a huddled discussion with a black man she hadn’t seen before.
Henry however took this glance as an offence. Chasity was always getting Walter to fight her battles for her. Well he wouldn’t let her go off tattling to big brother now. Reaching out he grabbed his sister by the elbow tightly, starting to steer her away from the group. “Joe wants a word with you anyway Chasity…” He lied.
“Mr. Levin, Mr. Flowers… Nice to see you both.”
“Let me get my purse…” Chasity quipped, Henry’s grip was so strong his fingers were digging harshly into the exposed skin on her arm. He ignored her comment and continued to haul her away as Chasity reached for her purse.
Name: Gina Hollis, more Aptly Doctor Gina Hollis, PhD in biological and agricultural engineering
Age: 30
Occupation: Biological and Agricultural Engineer, specifically creating hardier plants and crops.
Family life: Gina was a foster child, eventually adopted by a loving family in Idaho. Her real parents had a little meth problem. But that didn’t stop Gina, her new foster and then adoptive family was supportive albeit large. She has three foster brothers and one foster sister as well as her parents. She has one biological sister but they haven’t seen each other in years and years, being spilt up in the foster care system.
Hair: Very dark brown, wavy, mid chest length
Eyes: Bright blue, hidden behind large black rimmed glasses.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130lbs
Group: CDC
Appearance: Gina doesn’t pay much attention to her appearance, more interested in what’s in her head. She tends to wear odd patterned shirts or dresses, with comfortable loose skirts or even scrub pants as she works in a lab. Clogs are the shoe of choice here.
Gina is a small and slightly curvy woman, her dark brown hair unaltered in anyway and usually falling over her shoulders in a mop or messily thrown up in a bun so it’s out of her way. She has large glasses that she really needs and bright blue intelligent, albeit odd eyes.
Picture:
Blood Type: O+
Immune: Yes.
Reason For Government Interest: Gina probably wasn’t their first choice, she was brought to the CDC last minute and was probably just the best option closely available with her credentials in genetic alteration and biology. Her main area of focus is producing hardier, longer living, larger producing agricultural yields.
Bio:
Gina Hollis was the first daughter born to her biological parents Stan and Lindsey Hollis, who married at 17 when Lindsey got pregnant. Both her parents dropped out of high school and after several years of holding minium wage jobs and working the most unwanted shifts, another accidental pregnancy, they seemed to realize their childhood was stolen and felt it was time to reclaim that.
Partying on weekends turned into partying on weeknights too, and then maybe afternoons… Drinking and weed moved onto harder stuff until one of the teachers at the public elementary school Gina and her sister Caren attended noticed something was amiss.
Social services was called and the Hollis’ were deemed unfit parents. Caren and Gina were placed in the foster care system, and to find them both homes were split up.
Gina was placed with the Adams’, a family who was highly religious and already big. They were farmers and welcomed Gina into their life graciously. Gina was clean, cared for, fed, and even loved. She continued to go to school and learn, enjoying what her teachers had to say and show her, and attended church with the Adams’ . By the time Gina was 10 years old they officially adopted her.
Gina was accepted into the university of Idaho and got her BA in Biology. She continued through state funding to get her PhD in Biological and Agricultural Engineering and took on a position in a local lab making stronger crops.
Age: 30
Occupation: Biological and Agricultural Engineer, specifically creating hardier plants and crops.
Family life: Gina was a foster child, eventually adopted by a loving family in Idaho. Her real parents had a little meth problem. But that didn’t stop Gina, her new foster and then adoptive family was supportive albeit large. She has three foster brothers and one foster sister as well as her parents. She has one biological sister but they haven’t seen each other in years and years, being spilt up in the foster care system.
Hair: Very dark brown, wavy, mid chest length
Eyes: Bright blue, hidden behind large black rimmed glasses.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130lbs
Group: CDC
Appearance: Gina doesn’t pay much attention to her appearance, more interested in what’s in her head. She tends to wear odd patterned shirts or dresses, with comfortable loose skirts or even scrub pants as she works in a lab. Clogs are the shoe of choice here.
Gina is a small and slightly curvy woman, her dark brown hair unaltered in anyway and usually falling over her shoulders in a mop or messily thrown up in a bun so it’s out of her way. She has large glasses that she really needs and bright blue intelligent, albeit odd eyes.
Picture:
Blood Type: O+
Immune: Yes.
Reason For Government Interest: Gina probably wasn’t their first choice, she was brought to the CDC last minute and was probably just the best option closely available with her credentials in genetic alteration and biology. Her main area of focus is producing hardier, longer living, larger producing agricultural yields.
Bio:
Gina Hollis was the first daughter born to her biological parents Stan and Lindsey Hollis, who married at 17 when Lindsey got pregnant. Both her parents dropped out of high school and after several years of holding minium wage jobs and working the most unwanted shifts, another accidental pregnancy, they seemed to realize their childhood was stolen and felt it was time to reclaim that.
Partying on weekends turned into partying on weeknights too, and then maybe afternoons… Drinking and weed moved onto harder stuff until one of the teachers at the public elementary school Gina and her sister Caren attended noticed something was amiss.
Social services was called and the Hollis’ were deemed unfit parents. Caren and Gina were placed in the foster care system, and to find them both homes were split up.
Gina was placed with the Adams’, a family who was highly religious and already big. They were farmers and welcomed Gina into their life graciously. Gina was clean, cared for, fed, and even loved. She continued to go to school and learn, enjoying what her teachers had to say and show her, and attended church with the Adams’ . By the time Gina was 10 years old they officially adopted her.
Gina was accepted into the university of Idaho and got her BA in Biology. She continued through state funding to get her PhD in Biological and Agricultural Engineering and took on a position in a local lab making stronger crops.
Cold might be too harsh of a word, but the way Mr. Flowers looked at Mr. Levin was certainly not warmly. Her pretty lashes flickered between the two and she brought her hand up to take another drag on her jig. It was almost done.
“You do?” She confirmed brightly, smiling and finding the right thing to say. “Mr. Levin makes the most beautiful jewelry I must say…” She brought her hand clutching the withering jig and painted harlot red finger nails up to showcase the diamond pendant resting just above her cleavage. “Don’t you agree Mr. Flowers?” Her grey blue eyes dared to look up at his for a moment longer before fluttering away demurely.
A smile toyed in the corner of her red lips.
“I think…” She snubbed out the remains of her own cigarette in the ash tray on the bar, and reached forward to take one of the offered specialty blends from Mr. Levin’s offered hand. “That Mr. Flowers only smokes cigars…” Harlot red nails pulled out single jig before fumbling for her purse. "But if you don't mind Mr. Levin I will happily take this opportunity..." Half way through this act she recalled that she still didn’t have any matches nor a lighter. A look of despair moved over her classic features before she realized she was standing with two smokers.
“Mr. Flowers?” She asked, showing the jig that needed to be lit. He nodded.
Grey eyes drifted up to Mr. Flowers as she placed the cigarette between her lips.
Leaning in carefully (so that her head was bent to the light) she kept the jig in place between her index and middle finger of her left hand while her right cupped the offered flame. Inhaling she looked up coyly through her lashes at Mr. Flowers. Chasity felt a smile trying to work its way across her face before settling back and exhaling.
“Very kind of you…” She murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. Mr. Flowers wasn’t really the type to go to social shin digs, at least not the ones Chasity attended. Or more accurately, she rarely saw him at these events. He was a businessman like her brothers, and around their age as well, but she had never thought of him as stuffy or over showy like the Adler Boys could be. But he wasn’t someone she could be casually comfortable around like she was with Mr. Levin.
No… Chasity thought as she rested her hand against the bar top, her free one reaching for her drink. They were different kinds of men entirely. Pressing her red (harlot red) lips together so that they formed a perfect O she blew another cloud of smoke out before having a sip of her drink.
“Mr. Levin, this is a nice blend… Were you only teasing when you said you’d give me the name of this batch?” Miss Adler noticed that Mr. Levin had switched over to a stronger drink. Odd. Perhaps he had gotten tired of the fruit? “Of course…”She lowered her voice conspiratorially “We can’t tell my brothers, but what they don’t know won’t kill them right?” That was probably not true. At all. But Chasity Smoking was probably the least of the Adler’s concerns.
They were still at their own table arguing and drinking, a few ladies had joined them and Chasity thought it was likely they wouldn’t miss her for a while longer.
“You do?” She confirmed brightly, smiling and finding the right thing to say. “Mr. Levin makes the most beautiful jewelry I must say…” She brought her hand clutching the withering jig and painted harlot red finger nails up to showcase the diamond pendant resting just above her cleavage. “Don’t you agree Mr. Flowers?” Her grey blue eyes dared to look up at his for a moment longer before fluttering away demurely.
A smile toyed in the corner of her red lips.
“I think…” She snubbed out the remains of her own cigarette in the ash tray on the bar, and reached forward to take one of the offered specialty blends from Mr. Levin’s offered hand. “That Mr. Flowers only smokes cigars…” Harlot red nails pulled out single jig before fumbling for her purse. "But if you don't mind Mr. Levin I will happily take this opportunity..." Half way through this act she recalled that she still didn’t have any matches nor a lighter. A look of despair moved over her classic features before she realized she was standing with two smokers.
“Mr. Flowers?” She asked, showing the jig that needed to be lit. He nodded.
Grey eyes drifted up to Mr. Flowers as she placed the cigarette between her lips.
Leaning in carefully (so that her head was bent to the light) she kept the jig in place between her index and middle finger of her left hand while her right cupped the offered flame. Inhaling she looked up coyly through her lashes at Mr. Flowers. Chasity felt a smile trying to work its way across her face before settling back and exhaling.
“Very kind of you…” She murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. Mr. Flowers wasn’t really the type to go to social shin digs, at least not the ones Chasity attended. Or more accurately, she rarely saw him at these events. He was a businessman like her brothers, and around their age as well, but she had never thought of him as stuffy or over showy like the Adler Boys could be. But he wasn’t someone she could be casually comfortable around like she was with Mr. Levin.
No… Chasity thought as she rested her hand against the bar top, her free one reaching for her drink. They were different kinds of men entirely. Pressing her red (harlot red) lips together so that they formed a perfect O she blew another cloud of smoke out before having a sip of her drink.
“Mr. Levin, this is a nice blend… Were you only teasing when you said you’d give me the name of this batch?” Miss Adler noticed that Mr. Levin had switched over to a stronger drink. Odd. Perhaps he had gotten tired of the fruit? “Of course…”She lowered her voice conspiratorially “We can’t tell my brothers, but what they don’t know won’t kill them right?” That was probably not true. At all. But Chasity Smoking was probably the least of the Adler’s concerns.
They were still at their own table arguing and drinking, a few ladies had joined them and Chasity thought it was likely they wouldn’t miss her for a while longer.
Chasity grinned up at Mr. Levin, accepting the cigarettes graciously and tucking them away in her little purse before her brothers could see. “Very kind of you Mr. Levin.” How long had she known the man? She didn’t know him as well as one might but still…years. Perhaps longer than she had known her real father, who passed when Chasity was rather small.
She often heard people complaining about the Jews, but for the most part her experience with them had made Chasity believe they were a generous, kind people. Being a protestant there were some differences but the Youngest Adler wasn’t one to discuss religion, politics, nor money. As no lady should.
Arching her brows in surprise Chasity took another tug on her jig. “Mr. Levin, I find it very hard to believe you are not much of a dancer, I’ve seen you about your shop, it’s practically a dance.” Her eyes flickered to Mr. Levin’s companion and back with a knowing smile. “I am sure your friend is more scintillating than you let on Mr. Levin, otherwise he couldn’t be your friend.”
In surprise Chasity was suddenly with a dance partner. A very large dance partner. “Oh!” She looked around for a place to set her Gimlet, finally depositing it beside Mr. Levin’s Primm. No. 1. “Thank you Mr. Berg.” A bright smile and a small sly look given to Mr. Levin and she was off.
As it turned out Mr. Levin had not been over exaggerating when he described Mr. Berg as rather dull. He was polite and as far as dance partners went, while a huge man, didn’t step on her feet nor let his hands wander. Miss Adler chatted occasionally and when the conversation faded she made do with crowd watching as they made their way across the dance floor.
Following a rather plain looking man with a lively blonde with her gaze Chasity felt a blush creeping over her cheeks as she realized the person the woman was waving to was Mr. Flowers. Another man she had known a long time, Mr. Flowers was not as friendly nor fatherly as Mr. Levin. That didn’t make him uninteresting in the least.
Chasity was caught staring by Mr. Flowers for a moment too long before Mr. Berg had turned her and she was no longer within view of the man. Biting her lower lip nervously Chasity hoped Mr. Flowers hadn’t really seen her peering over at him…Or didn’t recognize her. Which was worse?
These thoughts consumed her as the song ended and Mr. Berg offered his arm, which she took politely. He steered her back to the bar top where Chasity took a sip of her gimlet and a puff of her jig to fortify herself and smiled at Mr. Levin. “Mr. Berg proves himself an adapt dancer.” Reaching out to put her gimlet back down Chasity’s hand brushed against someone else’s .
Looking up to apologize the words almost died on her lips.”Mr. Flowers.” She breathed before recovered enough to smile up at him. How had he gotten to the bar so quickly? “How lovely to see you here as well… Do you know Mr. Levin?” They probably did, most businessmen in the West End knew each other some way or another.
She often heard people complaining about the Jews, but for the most part her experience with them had made Chasity believe they were a generous, kind people. Being a protestant there were some differences but the Youngest Adler wasn’t one to discuss religion, politics, nor money. As no lady should.
Arching her brows in surprise Chasity took another tug on her jig. “Mr. Levin, I find it very hard to believe you are not much of a dancer, I’ve seen you about your shop, it’s practically a dance.” Her eyes flickered to Mr. Levin’s companion and back with a knowing smile. “I am sure your friend is more scintillating than you let on Mr. Levin, otherwise he couldn’t be your friend.”
In surprise Chasity was suddenly with a dance partner. A very large dance partner. “Oh!” She looked around for a place to set her Gimlet, finally depositing it beside Mr. Levin’s Primm. No. 1. “Thank you Mr. Berg.” A bright smile and a small sly look given to Mr. Levin and she was off.
As it turned out Mr. Levin had not been over exaggerating when he described Mr. Berg as rather dull. He was polite and as far as dance partners went, while a huge man, didn’t step on her feet nor let his hands wander. Miss Adler chatted occasionally and when the conversation faded she made do with crowd watching as they made their way across the dance floor.
Following a rather plain looking man with a lively blonde with her gaze Chasity felt a blush creeping over her cheeks as she realized the person the woman was waving to was Mr. Flowers. Another man she had known a long time, Mr. Flowers was not as friendly nor fatherly as Mr. Levin. That didn’t make him uninteresting in the least.
Chasity was caught staring by Mr. Flowers for a moment too long before Mr. Berg had turned her and she was no longer within view of the man. Biting her lower lip nervously Chasity hoped Mr. Flowers hadn’t really seen her peering over at him…Or didn’t recognize her. Which was worse?
These thoughts consumed her as the song ended and Mr. Berg offered his arm, which she took politely. He steered her back to the bar top where Chasity took a sip of her gimlet and a puff of her jig to fortify herself and smiled at Mr. Levin. “Mr. Berg proves himself an adapt dancer.” Reaching out to put her gimlet back down Chasity’s hand brushed against someone else’s .
Looking up to apologize the words almost died on her lips.”Mr. Flowers.” She breathed before recovered enough to smile up at him. How had he gotten to the bar so quickly? “How lovely to see you here as well… Do you know Mr. Levin?” They probably did, most businessmen in the West End knew each other some way or another.
OHhhh I get you. I was like...You don't own a horse...
I was going to make a Jessical Biel badass pilot but I felt like so many military people were around...
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