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hey guys, just wanna say sorry for being MIA recently! I'm getting ready for an event, so I haven't really had time to get on tumblr. the actual event is from the 17th to the 21st, so I probably won't be back until after that. sorry! I hope you guys will stick with me until I get back
six words; forty-seven (via travelurs)
It took Jamie a moment to look up from her sketchpad after feeling something being placed in her hair. She’d been engulfed for the past hour, so she had to force herself out of the zone. When she did look up, she also reached her fingers to find the flower. Her cheeks instantly burned pink and she smiled brightly at the girl in front of her. “What’s this for?”
"Olivia. Nice to meet you." She shook the girls hand and sat down next to her, a wide smile on her face. She pulled a pencil from behind her eye and started to draw the flower into her picture. "So what are you drawing?"
Jamie still had a soft smile on her lips as they both went back to drawing. "Trying to sketch a pack of wolves. But it's hard not having live models or good photographs other than from the internet. So right now I'm just doing background stuff."
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"Hi, sorry, uhm...could I maybe use you as a model for a painting?"
name: Kenzie
nickname: Kenz, KP
favourite flower: lily
favourite fruit: kiwi favourite ice-cream flavour: Superman favourite pastime: painting, altering clothing, fire dancing day or night: night chocolate or vanilla: vanilla how do you take your coffee: black
your catchphrase: son of a bitch
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ABOUT THE MUSE.
General Appearance. - Fill out.
Name: Jamie Martin Age: 17 Date of Birth: March 18th Gender: Female Eye color: Hazel Hair color: Auburn Height: 5’3” Scars: Four on her shoulder from when the neighbor's dog bit her when she was 6 Burns: On her forearms from the oven Over weight: No Under weight: Yes
Favourite…
Color: Blue Hair color: Dark Eye color: Light Song: Animal - Sky Ferreira (cover) Movie: The Fifth Element T.V Show: Witches of East End Food: Coffee Drink: Coffee Video Game: League of Legends Place: The roof above the garage Ice cream flavor: Superman
Have you…
Had sex: No Had sex in public: No Gotten pregnant: No Kissed a boy: No Kissed a girl: No Gotten tattoos: No Gotten piercings: yes Smoke or drank: Yes Had a broken heart: No Been in love: No Needed surgery: No Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes
Are you…
A virgin: Yes A cuddler: Yes A kisser: Yes? Scared easily: No Jealous easily: No Trustworthy: Yes Dominate: No Submissive: Yes In love: No Single: Yes Taken: No Considered mean: Sometimes
Random questions.
Have you harmed yourself: No Thought of suicide: Yes Attempted suicide: No Killed someone: No Wanted to kill someone: No Who did you kiss last: N/A Last text: "getting coffee after school, want to come with?" Drove a car: Yes Have/had a job: Yes Favourite soda/pop: Diet Coke Do drugs: No
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SELFIE.
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"It’s really good. You have no idea how good caffeine and sugar can taste till you try one." He returned the smile, glad he could make her laugh. She looked like she needed it. When her smile fell at his question he dropped his own smile and turned serious. What ever was going on was serious and he would treat it as such. He wanted to make sure she knew he was here for her.
He nodded in understanding that what ever this was it was bad. “Is it…terminal?” He asked quietly. It wasn’t the most tactful question but he had to know. And he honestly couldn’t think of a better way to ask it than the way he did.
Jamie once again startled fidgeting, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt or clicking against her mug. His reaction to the situation made it seem even more real, if that was possible. But to his question, she actually answered with good news. "No, it's not terminal. I mean, it could be. But there are people who recover. I'm not..It's not like cancer or anything."
With a deep breath, she tried her best to say the truth. "It's uhm..it's an eating thing." Her finger nails dug into the palms of her hands as she forced herself to say it. Jamie had decided to talk to Stiles about this, it would be pointless if she didn't actually tell him anything substantial. "An eating disorder. Anorexia."
His gaze jumped around the expensively done kitchen as Jamie turned away from him to work on preparing the coffee she’d promised him when she’d invited him inside. While Stiles was glad he’d been there to help her when she had almost fallen he was still a little embarrassed over how close they’d been— he never was too great with girls. Snapping out of his reverie as Jamie turned to him once more and thanked him, he offered her a small smile in return, “It was no problem. Your welcome.” Stiles swallowed thickly at her words, nodding slowly though hesitantly at the reminder of his earlier slip up. “I guess, yeah,” he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck again as his cheeks heated up slightly, “Thanks.”
Jamie smiled warmly at his words, then figured it was best to move on with the conversation. She didn't want to push her boundaries with him seeing as this was pretty much the most they'd ever talked. "Want some sugar?" It was meant towards his coffee, of course, but it slipped out in such a way that made her scrunch her nose in embarrassment. Maybe she'd been watching too many black and white films lately to make up for what she lacked in romantic experience. But she prayed he understood what she meant before she reached up and grabbed the sugar dish and presented it to him.
Stiles wasn’t infatuated with Jamie like he was with Lydia but he considered her a good friend. If what she needed was a friend who would listen and not spill her secrets he was more willing to be that for her. He just wanted to make sure she would be okay.
Ordering his typical large triple vanilla latte. It had enough caffeine and sugar to keep him going, especially during finals or werewolf threats. Not that his companion new anything about the supernatural threats that frequently plagued him and his friends. He was slightly addicted to them. “Large vanilla latte will three extra shots of espresso. Scott calls it heart attack in a cup.” he shook his cup slightly, taking a sip. “So what’s up?”
Jamie couldn't help but to laught and shake her head incredulously. His drink sounded...intense to put it lightly. "Holy crap Stiles." Her smile stayed in place as she took a sip of her plain black coffee, but faded as he asked again what was up with her. She'd run out of ways to stall. It was time to really talk about this.
But for the life of her, the older Martin twin couldn't think of a way to breach the subject smoothly. She couldn't just outright say 'I'm anorexic'. In all honesty, she'd never actually talked to anyone about the situation before so she'd never had to really admit it out loud. Jamie took a deep breath. "I uh....I have this thing. And it's bad, so I have to go see a doctor every month for check ups."
