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“Please tell me you’re not about to ask questions about the Kelsey’s. Because I’m really, really done with answering them.”

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ISTJ - Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Judging

More about ISTJ under the cut

ISTJs are faithful, logical, organized, sensible, and earnest traditionalists who enjoy keeping their lives and environments well-regulated. Typically reserved and serious individuals, they earn success through their thoroughness and extraordinary dependability. They are capable of shutting out distractions in order to take a practical, logical approach to their endeavors, and are able to make the tough decisions that other types avoid. Realistic and responsible, ISTJs are often seen as worker bees striving steadily toward their goals. They take special joy in maintaining institutions and are often highly religious. Despite their dependability and good intentions, however, ISTJs can experience difficulty in understanding and responding to the emotional needs of others. [12] Although they often focus on their internal world, ISTJs prefer dealing with the present and the factual. They are detail-oriented and weigh various options when making decisions, although they generally stick to the conventional. ISTJs are well-prepared for eventualities and have a good understanding of most situations. They believe in practical objectives, and they value traditions and loyalty. 

ISTJs learn best and apply themselves to subjects that they deem practical and useful. They bring painstaking attention to detail in their work and will not rest until a concept is fully learned or a job is well completed. [13] As learners, ISTJs tend to need materials, directions, and teachers to be precise and accurate if they are to trust the information that is presented. They prefer concrete and useful applications and will tolerate theory only if it leads to these ends. They like learning activities that allow them time to reflect and think. Material that seems too easy or too enjoyable leads ISTJs to be skeptical of its merit. Because of their practical outlook, ISTJs clearly delineate between work and play. Therefore, their ideal learning environment is task-oriented, has a clear schedule, and has a clear and precise assignment. 

ISTJs respect facts. They hold a tremendous store of data within themselves, gathered through their Sensing function. They may have difficulty valuing a theory or idea that differs from their own perspective. However, if they are shown the importance or relevance of the idea by someone whom they respect or care about, the idea becomes a fact that the ISTJ will internalize and vigorously support. ISTJs often work for long periods, devoting their energy to tasks that they see as important to fulfilling a goal. However, they resist putting energy into things that don't make sense to them, or for which they can't see a practical application. They prefer to work alone but can work well in teams when the situation demands it. They like to be accountable for their actions, and they enjoy positions of responsibility. They have little use for theory or abstract thinking, unless the practical application is clear. 

In general, ISTJs are capable, logical, reasonable, and effective individuals with a deeply driven desire to promote security and peaceful living. They can be highly effective at achieving their goals—whatever those may be.

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[clarasclarity:]

“Anythng is better then just sitting at home.” Clara agreed, “Plus it helps that I’m at least at the school I wanted to be in now.”

“And in classes you actually want to take. That makes a big difference. It’s just far too quiet at home.”

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[justdontaskmehowiam:]

“I guess so. Math class was annoying to have to sit through, though.”

“Math classes are always boring, really. I’m just glad I’ve finished the early levels. It’s a little less terrible once you get higher up.”

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[mrkaydenjames:]

“I agree with you. Its just.. all so strange. Being in a new school.” 

“The new kid feeling passes pretty quick, trust me. I’ve been there. It’s... rough to start, but they let people in fast enough. Especially right now. People are pretty distracted right now.”

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“You know, I never thought I’d actually be glad to be back in classes, but it definitely beats sitting at home right now.”

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Moodboard Series

Darius Hopsen (2/?) + Jordan Kelsey

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Moodboard Series

Darius Hopsen (1/?) + General

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“You would think reporters would have better taste than to be at something like this too. But of course they’re here. Of course they are.” Really, Darius was just irritated because of the amount of people he’d heard cursing and damning Jamison since he arrived. Perhaps he shouldn’t have come after all. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t sit at home, and there was nowhere else to go -- and though he couldn’t blame their anger, he couldn’t make himself less angry about the damning words either. “They’re like fucking vultures, I swear.”

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[connoroandrews:]

Connor shrugged, “Sort of. I’m already seeing someone for the whole cancer and missing leg thing.” he said bluntly, “They’re just expecting me to talk to her about this too. I did a little, I guess. But I’m fine. A lot of people had it a whole lot worse then me that day.”

“I sort of doubted this town even had a psychiatrist, to be honest. Roxbury is so small.” But then, maybe that was just his perception, having moved through bigger cities before they settled there. “I never expected anything like this. Not in a place like this.”

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[stephaniexxrivera:]

She cleared her throat before speaking. “No, she didn’t.”

Darius nodded slightly at the confirmation of his suspicions, and took the seat beside Stephanie as he spoke. “I’m sorry for your loss. I, uh. I hope it was quick. For their sake.”

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TASK #1: This task will consist of a journal entry, letter, or self para detailing how your character is dealing with the aftermath of what has happened.

runningupthathill:

There’s something they never tell you about what happens when someone you’re close to dies. They don’t tell you that you forget they’re dead when you wake up. They don’t tell you that you’ll keep thinking that, hey, I should go hang out with my best friend today. Maybe his brother’s gonna be there and I can talk him into a video game. They don’t tell you that you don’t always remember that they’re dead, so when you do, it’s like being punched in the stomach with the memory of how they died all over again. They don’t tell you any of that. They just make the crying and the sadness about the funeral and the throwing yourself into the grave... romantic. That’s what it is. Romanticized.

I’m not seeing a therapist like everyone else is. I know you guys probably guessed that already, since I’ve been posting about this pretty regularly since it happened, but I just can’t afford one. Mom can’t afford one, and since Dad up and left, it’s not like I can just ask him for the help. I don’t think I need it anyway. I mean... I can vent this stuff out here, so what point is there in having a therapist? They’d probably keep me longer than I actually need anyway, since you know. I have a tragic past or whatever. My school counselors used to say that all the time -- tragic past. I don’t have a tragic past, damn it. So no, I’m not fussed about not seeing a therapist, not really. It’s easier this way anyway. I don’t really want to talk about it with anyone else. Except, you know, you guys. But that doesn’t count.

Classes haven’t started back up yet, though. I wonder if they’re going to shorten this semester, or make it longer, or what. But it’s been a couple weeks and people are still cancelling classes. It’s probably dumb to be worried about that now, isn’t it? It definitely is. Considering everything else, it’s really selfish that I’m worrying about that, and about how much classes cost and if I’m going to get the money back if they keep canceling, but... I can’t help it. It’s kind of hard not to be worried about all that, you know? Maybe it’s just me. 

I think I’m gonna head back over to J’s now, though. I don’t want to sit at home anymore, mom keeps fretting, and without dad to buffer her, it’s like a constant stream of “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything? Maybe we should move back with your grandparents, it was safer there.” And I don’t know how much more of that I can take. J’s house is quiet, and some parts of it are like a crypt, but it’s better than the constant stream of questions. I sound really selfish again, don’t I? Yeah. I definitely do. Mom is just doing the parent thing, I should be happy for it.

Posted: Jan 19, 2016 at 3:30 p.m.

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jayden--carter:

Jayden wished that it was easy to repair the damage, but it was proving to be much harder than expected. He hated feeling like this and would do pretty much anything to make it go away, but as usual, he wasn’t exactly getting what he wanted. “Yeah, it wasn’t…like…real severe or anything. Just hurt a lot…”

Darius nodded slightly at that, and pressed his hands into his pockets uncertainly as he looked over the other boy. “I’m Darius,” he offered, extending a hand to him. “Darius Hopsen. I’m a student at the college. I’m... I was... Friends with Jami before all this happened. I’m... I’m so sorry that this happened. That you got hurt at all.”

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[michaeldjohnson:]

“Still,” Michael said with a shrug, “This is rough on everyone, you’re right. It’s shaken the entire town.”

“That’s the biggest downside of a place as small as Roxbury, I guess,” he mused, shaking his head. “I mean, something like this would shake up anywhere. But with a place this small... It’s gonna reverberate for a long time.”

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[stephaniexxrivera:]

“Yep, she was.”

“Did she make it out...?”

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[connoroandrews:]

Connor blew out a careful breath and nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Just hearing it … seeing everything when it was over. I’m glad I didn’t see it when it actually happened.” he said  softly. Still, he would never get the sounds out of his head, or the sight of the bleeding people on the ground, dead, dying, or even just hurt, panicked people leaning over them. It had been horrible.

Darius nodded slightly, looking down at his hands for a moment and fidgeting with them. He had barely even seen the end of the shooting, honestly, so he couldn’t much imagine. “They’re probably making you talk to someone about all of it, yeah? I’ve seen more psychiatrists around here the last few days than I’ve ever seen before.”

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[harmonyofroxbury:]

Alright, it’s time to throw the world’s biggest party.

“Don’t you think a party is kind of... I don’t know. Ill-timed, considering?”