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jfcjoeycole‌:

Joey wasn’t the biggest fan of her part time job but it brought in good money and that’s exactly what she needed. She in the dressing room for a while, looking at herself and texting her dad to say goodnight before she stood up and made her way out on to the floor. She stopped to talk to a few regulars, making small talk and sharing laughs. Hearing a voice behind her she turned around and smiled “in fact i am.” she smiled sweetly “find yourself a seat and get comfortable.”

kamala smiled and went to sit on a couch nearby, trying to control her limp. she hoped her tags, which she still always wore, would stop anyone from daring to question it. she just didn’t want to explain her disability. not that the lady working here cared, but other people might. she lowered herself down and stretched her disabled limb, so it took the pressure off the end of her leg. “hope that’s okay.” she said, motioning towards her stretched leg. she tried her very best not to give the woman a gross once over but it was hard. she hadn’t been with anyone in over three years and this was the first time she was actually well enough to go get herself a lapdance or just something hot to look at in a strip club. to say she was excited was an understatement.”

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hersafchavcn‌:

The moment the woman started talking, the grin on Kate’s lips widened. “Oh I didn’t even notice,” she stated, even though her words weren’t completely true. She did notice the accent, but she found nothing wrong with it. Also, she noticed she had one of those faces that imprinted on the memory of anyone who met her. She knew she was going to remember her features even if they never saw each other again; which didn’t seem to be the case, either. “Well, welcome aboard. I’d wish you felt it like home, but I’m guessing you’ll have to eventually, huh?” she quipped whilst flashing her a goofy smirk, even wider than the one before. Her dimples did their thing of digging in her cheeks as she took a deep breath and dropped the coins back in her wallet in order to place a disobedient curl behind her ear. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kamala. My friends call me Kate,“ she replied whilst reaching for a plastic bag. “You should know…in case I become your favorite.”

kamala just tilted her head and had to actually stop a full smile from forming on her lips. she didn’t want to seem too eager. “i am sure eventually it’ll feel like home. i mean, eventually, kentucky did too. i still miss tibet though.” she told her with a little shrug, just casually sharing interesting facts about herself. most of the time that gave her things to talk about. most people didn’t know much about tibet and so either remembered she was from there or started to talk about it. “i’m excited to be here too... a new start.” she told her, her voice growing slightly darker but not too much. then something unusual happened. she blushed. she could feel it, her cheeks heating up. in case she became her favorite. well, she already was. that was for sure. “you’re already well on your way.” was all she could say, trying to stop her cheeks from getting any darker.

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hersafchavcn‌:

This was the first quiet morning Kate had had for weeks. At least, in the sense that she’d taken the week off work since Wyatt, her 6-year-old son, was home and sick with the flue. There was no way she’d have the nanny take care of him; she needed to be there herself. Her plans to not leave the house at all changed when she realized she’d ran out of tomato juice for the hot soupe she was cooking for him. The brunette rushed to the local supermarket and was quick to notice that it didn’t overflow with customers at that particular time. She went to the right shelf, reached the juice and a couple other ingredients she stumbled upon along the way—per usual—and headed to the cashier. There, she spent the couple minutes waiting in line to pull out all the coins in her wallet. “Good morning…” she murmured without looking up. When she finally did, a genuine and startled smile took its place on her lips at the sight of the unfamiliar woman’s face. “You’re new,” she noted rather than asked.

kamala liked forward people. she found them charming. she smiled and nodded. “i am new, yes. i just moved here two weeks ago from kentucky. hence the slight accent.” she immediately clarified as she took in the woman’s looks. she was gorgeous. she had a sort of classic beauty she appreciated. “i’m kamala. i work everyday from eight until five, in case i become your favorite.” she said, a slight flirtatious tone to her voice. it was innocent, without any real intentions behind it. she had always liked flirting before her accident and she wants to continue it still, even though doing what she used to do - one night stands - wasn’t as easy anymore. impossible really, but some innocent flirting wasn’t a problem. she scanned the items a little slower just so she could talk to her a little longer. “what’s your name?” she wondered.

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kamala had been walking and it had gotten late. her leg was hurting and she should have gone home to sleep and be ready for work tomorrow but honestly, the idea of being in her bed alone with her thoughts was terrifying and when she somehow ended up in front of a strip club, she hadn’t questioned it.

she had gone inside, went to sit down on a barstool and ordered herself a scotch before she looked at the stage. gorgeous women were dancing and she was glad to feel it still affected her. she still felt something. she sometimes felt so numb, she wasn’t sure she’d ever really feel again but sex, that seemed to still be something her body remembered. sure, she knew she wasn’t getting laid tonight. she wasn’t at a brothel but the idea of feeling something positive, something pleasurable for a change was too tempting to pass up.

she looked around the room and noticed a gorgeous woman who obviously worked here, considering she was one of the few female patrons, pretty much any woman in sight worked here. she winced as she got up and she tried to keep her lip to a minimum as she walked up to the younger woman. “good evening,” she said with a small smile. “i was wondering if you were available for a private dance?” she asked, not wanting to assume that the women gave lapdances but it never hurt to ask, right?

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jfcjoeycole‌:

Joey’s old companion was just that, an old pup who didn’t take long walks anymore. The two were just finishing up their daily walk around the block when Sadie took off, rubbing up against the ankle of the other person “oh my gosh! i’m so sorry!” Joey called as she chased after her dog and bent down, petting her to calm her down. 

kamala needed to get out. it was after her shift and just sitting at home made her go completely nuts. sure, her leg hurt where it was pressing down on the prosthetic but just hated being stuck at home. it made her think, thinking lead to crying and that just led to drinking. not a good idea. so, she was here, just walking when a dog came running up to her and she was scared he’d jump of her and throw her off balance. luckily he only rubbed against her ankle. “it’s alright.” she told her with a small smile. it was hard to bend down sometimes, it took her a little longer but she did it, and petted the excited dog. “hey, bud.” she greeted him.

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elizahyatt‌:

Eliza knew that people found her rude, it had been the way she’d always been. She shrugged her head, “Nope, twitter is fucking boring like all the time. I miss real life.”

kamala raised her eyebrow and couldn’t help but say. “maybe looking up from boring twitter and at real life may actually help.” she told her with a friendly smile as she scanned the items and totaled them. “twenty dollars and ninety-eight cents, please.”

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marlow-jones‌:

“Southern AND ex-military? Man, life must’ve sucked for you.” Marlow was never one to just hold back. Especially when she was in a need of coffee, painkillers, and something greasy. With a nod, then, she ruffled through her pockets, fishing out a wallet and getting a whole bunch of ones out of it. “Yeah? Cause sometimes it just feels like the bosses are keepin’ you all as hostages.”

she frowned and shrugged. “it was alright.” she said, a little short. she looked at all the bills, having to keep in a sigh. she shrugged. “it’s my first day, so i am yet to find out if that is true.” she said.

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marlow-jones‌:

“Ma’am? Did I wake up in the wrong dimension and appear in Twin Peaks?” Marlow asked in confusion. It was so uncommon for her to hear anyone refer to her like that, it actually made her freeze for a moment. “And if you’re lucky, you’ll leave work after the sun goes down. It’s like it’s going against people with headaches.”

she chuckled and shrugged. “sorry, southern and ex-military will do that.” she told her honestly as she shrugged and scanned the last products before she made the total. “that’s thirteen dollars and twenty-nine cents, please.” she said, forcing herself to not say ma’am. “also, i hope to leave work before that. i do not actually want to spend my entire life in this supermarket.

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elizahyatt‌:

Eliza had been on the island for several days and already was regretting the decision. She’d gone from living the jetsetting lifestyle to being stuck and missed the modelling as she settled in. She’d gotten a few groceries and was waiting in the queue, scrolling through her twitter feed as she waited. Realising she was at the front, she nodded. “Morning.”

great. a rude one. that just pissed her off. she breathed in and out to keep her calm but she did have a short temper, though that didn’t result in her flying off the handle. it was always in a collected manner. always correct. she had learned to channel it in the army national guard. “anything interesting?” she asked, not one for being ignored as she started to scan the items.

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marlow-jones‌:

“Yeah, mornin’“ Marlow mumbled, dropping the few items she had onto the belt, still far more asleep than actually awake. The last night had been a chaos, and of course she was almost late to her shift. “Is it me or the sun’s shining too bright today? I swear it’s onto something.”

she noticed how the woman looked and smiled to herself. “i don’t know, ma’am. i have been working from before the sun came up, so i couldn’t tell you.” she decided to say as she scanned the items. she tried not to look up to see if the woman looked at her hand, she was trying to rise above it. 

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tobiaskahele‌:

     “Mornin’, Kam,” Tobias all but dumped his items onto the waiting belt–he had no use for a cart or a basket–and dug his torn, leather wallet from his jeans, shuffling through wads of green dough, “If I’d known that baggin’ groceries is what put your panties in a twist, I would’ve signed on months ago.”

     He glanced up at her, glimpsed the inflection of her eyes, and tilted his head at her, “What’s the matter? Coming on a little too strong?” 

she winced at the sound of the items on the waiting belt. he was as gracious as an elephant. she knew him because he placed the bars in her shower and next to her toilet so she could get up and stand up more easily. it wasn’t as if her leg was a secret but she never talked about it or showed it to anyone. what he did for her was something she was glad he handled with more care than how he was handling this conversation. “that sentence doesn’t make sense.” she said as she started to scan his items. “no, no, just nervous. first day and all...” she told him, which was only a half-truth. 

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it was her first day of work as a cashier at the local supermarket. from soldier, the protector of the freedoms of the united states of america to a disabled cashier. it made her feel embarrassed and humiliated. she hadn’t wanted this job at first. when she was scanning items, people would be looking at her hands, one of which only had three fingers. she hated that hand. she couldn’t hide it like she could her leg. it was a constant reminder of having lost, having not been enough.

she looked up at another customer. “good morning.” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. after what she’d seen, it never really did anymore.

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t h e   v e t e r a n

( dichen lachman, 34, she/her ) there’s kamala rabten, haven’t seen them in a while. they moved here and is known as the veteran around here. they are a lesbian cisfemale and i know they are a cashier at a supermarket. they seem dependable and protective, but also secretive and moody. i heard they have a gold lightning bolt on their wrist. so i guess they are paired with kate wilson, can’t wait to see how it goes.

let me tell you about this ball of survivor’s guilt

                   - she immigrated from tibet to the united states when she was six, together with her parents and was neutralized at the age of eighteen. she grew up in a household where both of her parents observed buddhism but she never really had much of a connection to it. she was brought up with it’s principles but not a lot stuck.

                  - she came out when she was fourteen, or well she was thrown out of the closet really. she had dumbly written her feelings for a friend down on a paper and it was found by someone in her class who then decided to bully both of them, making the other girl hate her in the process.

                  - throughout her childhood she was also confronted with quite a lot of racism and developed the feeling that she had to earn her right to be an american somehow. it was a strange idea she had, that unless she’d done something for this country, she didn’t really deserve being called an american. that and her less than stellar grades led her to enlist for the military. 

                  - she enlisted in april 2001, just before 9/11. she joined the army national guard and was deployed in both iraq and afghanistan. it was in iraq, around two years ago, the convoy of trucks she was in, was ambushed. so many people were heroic and fought back and while she returned fire, she took cover for the most part. she watched three of her brothers die in front of her eyes before it all goes black. a grenade was thrown her way and while she didn’t die, she lost her foot and half of her right calve, her right-hand pinkie and ring finger and her right side is covered in scars from shards of metal. luckily her face was mostly covered. she was awarded the purple heart but doesn’t think she deserves it at all. she didn’t get injured heroicly. she was hiding, like a coward while her friends died. no, she is no hero.

                  - she spent two years revalidating back at home in kentucky before she decided that it was time to be on her own again. she heard about this island and if there was one thing she wanted, it was a soulmate. someone that would ease the guilt and the pain and the shame she felt. she had always wanted a family and maybe, this place, could give her that.

                  - so, two weeks ago she arrived here and went through the process, getting a golden lightning bolt on her wrist. she wasn’t particularly looking. they were soulmates, they’d meet each other anyway, right? fate and all.

                  - she walks with a very small limp, but by the end of the day, she really does need a cane to take the strain off her leg but she never uses it in public. she tries to hide her leg, as her fingers are obvious and embarrassing enough. 

                  - she likes a drink, she still loves working out and she also loves children - a lot. they make her melt and she is pretty sure she wants three or more. she really wants a big family, she thinks.

wanted connections

she has only been here two weeks but neighbors, co-workers, matches on tinder, people who know her from the supermarket, etc but also future plots like best friends, flirtationships, someone she drunkenly makes out with, someone who is anti-military and pisses her off, someone who made a well-meaning joke about her hand or limp and is now on her bad side, or anything else we can come up with!