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catxacosta · 1 month

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"....one" cat breathed, the air escaping from her mouth faster than lightening. she wasn't tone to enjoy the gym--her days in the navy had made her wary of the ego the shared gym held. contrary to what folks might have heard about military members, but cat hated working out. she understood its importance, but couldn't--not for the life of her--understand why any one would subject themselves to physical pain like this. as she attempted to move herself from the weight bench, the soreness from yesterdays work out kicked in. "fuck," she whispered, realizing she had accidentally done two days of arms in a row.

her eyes darted to the joyful gentleman wandering her way. youre a civvy now, no one is gonna roast you for asking for help. she reminded herself, as she tried to lift herself again. "uhm, you wouldn't happen to have an extra set of two working arms on you?" she chuckled weakly.

friday, april 5th, 2024 ; anytime. → at early rise gym, riveroak farms. for: anyone.

After Dom had just finished a set he stood and surveyed the gym floor while he caught his breath. It was a day like any other, him getting a workout in before he tended to business, no matter how late the night may have been the day before. His whole life he'd been used to the grind and into his thirties now there was no stopping what could've been considered routine. "You alright over there?" He called out with a big smile. The endorphins exercise produced were real. "Need some help?

#[[c; dom]]

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catxacosta · 1 month

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god, people watching was a blast in a town the size of covington. nothing beat watching the people she'd grown up with all her life dwaddle away their own lives doing some humdrum thing. she clucked her tounge, as if to annouce to the world her annoyance with that lifestyle.

no, that was mean--and cat wasn't mean. she sounded mean, she could look mean, but it wasn't because she was mean. she was simply...opinionated? impulsive? understimulated and overemotional? or maybe she was simply just an annoying little shit. who was really to say?

blinking at that the man who suddenly appeared in front of her while she was once again off in her own world, she realized that he was talking to her. asking her for help. and that he was simply lost.

perfect chance to show off the southern hospitality that cat was known for.

"i know this town is quaint," she started, her unique drawl passing through her lips with a smirk. "but we do have modern luxaries. crazy, i know, what with the white picket fences and shit" chuckling, she rose, and tossed her head in the direction of urban harvest. "here, i'll show you. town's small--but it seems its just big enough to get lost in. you new or somethin'?"

friday, april 13th, 2024 ; anytime. → at the walk shopping strip, downtown. for: anyone.

"Hey, uhh, sorry to bother you..." When he'd set off from his hotel the goal had been to find a flower store or whatever but Dean had gotten a little sidetracked when spotted and was only now on the hunt. "You know where there's a flower boutique or somethin' around here?" He'd walked up and down the strip once but maybe he had missed it somehow, or maybe it was in a different part of town. Covington wasn't super familiar to him. He didn't want to overwhelm Neslihan but despite their encounter Dean wanted her to know he was still thinking about her. "Any place that sells flowers is fine. Or do you just pick 'em yourself?"

#[[c; dean]]#hi i hope this is ok

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catxacosta · 1 month

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Character Name: Catalina Acosta (Cat)

Character Age: 35

Faceclaim: Ana de Armas

Neighborhood: Sterling Lakes

Occupation: Owner of The Wrench in Your Plans (Photo)

(TW: Military, undiagnosed ADHD)

Biography:

Catalina Acosta is a true, blue southern woman. When her mother Diane left her dad with a less than one year old Cataline in tow, Javier made a strategic choice to stay put. Covington had been just a stop on their journey–the real goal had been Texas. That was where Diane’s mother lived, and where Javi and her had decided would be the best place to raise a child. Florida had seemed so…chaotic to Javier. All he wanted was a comfortable, safe place to raise his daughter.

But when Diane’s real plan had been found out–forcing her family to move states because of a multitude of frauds she had been caught up in–Javier felt like the chaos of his own youth was finding them again. Caught between tearing his family apart and trying again–he choice stability for his daughter.

Unfortunately, Diane didn’t feel as strongly about the whole concept of “family”. With little more than a goodbye, she set off for Texas–and for what Javier would later learn was a much bigger con than the one she had run from: stealing her mother’s fortune.

Looking around, Javier realized that Covington held promise for his daughter. The schools were nice, the kids seemed polite and best of all–it was quiet. A perfect place to raise his perfect daughter.

But Catalina wasn’t exactly…perfect. In fact, far from it. Her father, who had spent so much of his life protecting his little girl, could not do the one thing he needed to do to be successful: contain her. Cat was a determined little girl, an obstinate teen and a fierce woman.

Javier tried though, with every minute of tough love and thoughtful consequences, he desperately tried to keep her at bay. It was like his largest fear was happening in real time: Catalina was too much like her mother.

Cat could sense that–no matter how much her father said he loved her just as she was, she knew he didn’t like her. Not the Cat she really was. And let’s be honest–as much as Cat will tell you she doesn’t care–she does.

It’s just that she can’t help who she is–she’s impulsive, she’s passionate, she is scattered, she is emotional. It’s like she has so much of herself that it just doesn’t all fit in her body. It’s like she is wired differently than everyone else.

So, feeling like a constant disappointment her father (and teachers, and extended family, and friends, and…like probably anyone else she actually gives a shit about), she did the most illogical logical thing she could think of: joining the military. Because the one thing Cat had going for her was her brains. “If she could apply herself” (fuck you, Mr. Johnson), she really could make incredible strides. She particularly liked tinkering–and tinkering on big things. She had picked up a few odd shifts at the mechanic in town, and found a special love of the way the feel of fixing made things better. Parts and pieces had no expectation other than what they had to do.

So she joined the Navy as a mechanic–and for the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged. She felt like her skills were useful. That she was useful. She could follow these orders, no problem. She could handle this structure, no worries. While war had its drawbacks (understatement of the year, Cat), there was something…stimulating about the environment and she just fit.

Returning home was harder–her father had become more distant as he had heavily disapproved of her joining the military. Her friends had seemed to move on (hard to keep up when your thousands of miles away with no technology) and civilian life was exactly how she had left it. The best thing to come out of her return home was to find the little mechanic shop she had found herself all those years ago had been left for her to run–the previous owner could have thought of no one better and held it in his will for her until she came home. Perhaps she can start over. Or start again. Or maybe just…start.

#[[biography; catalina]]#covingtonintro

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