HAWKINS;; gypsy

[gypsy hawkins<3]

Let's burn a hole, so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls, and this empty house.
Don't listen too close, their words are like guns.
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won..

gypsy hawkins;;

ooc;;

alias; tippy
how you found tgc; i created this site
do you have more than one character?; aleah watson, devyn hawkins, savannah fletcher, and alisha grey
role-play sample;
Notes;;
This is a combo of 2 posts from my other site, Marauding Mysteries. It's my character, Kyndrick Laurent.

&& i'm gonna love you like you've never loved before...

The sky hung overhead with a taunting sort of glow to it. The stars scattered around like an endless sea of chaos. The moon gave off its ominous reassurances that there was something coming that Kyndrick wouldn't want to hear. She wouldn't hear it then though. She wouldn't hear it on a beautiful, wild, adventurous night like that. It wasn't adventurous in the sense that Kyn was used to, it was adventurous in that she'd be exploring territories of the the heart that she'd not yet discovered. That was what needed to happen.

She'd been to this side of the lake a thousand times before. Well, perhaps not a thousand, but enough that she'd know it in the dark without a guide. Memories flooded her mind; naked girls, naked boys, long nights, waffles, singing, bon-fires, dancing, twirling, sleeping with others so close, water overflowing as she ducked her head under, feet crunched against the tiny rocks on the shore, hands on her, lips on her, laughter, desperate cries for help, please for sanctuary, engaging in deep conversation, engaging in light conversation. They were all moments, they were all glimpses, they were all so clear, so vivid in her mind.

Now was a different sort of night. Now, she wore a pair of jeans and a knit, brown sweater. Her feet were now clad in red converse. Her hair was pulled back by an elastic band with stray wisps of her brunette locks pulled free and wild. Her makeup was smudged and she smelled like a mix of alcohol, lavender, and peppermint. She'd run up to Ravenclaw Tower before her little adventure with Remus so she could quickly grab clothes and vomit in a bathroom. She'd guzzled down a bottle of water and then rushed out with nothing more than an old knit blanket.

She'd slipped through the halls of Hogwarts in silence with Remus as the darkness swallowed them up together. Something about his presence had comforted her in ways she'd never felt before. She bit back on her lower lip as she thought of what the night hold next. She couldn't see ahead, she'd never have wanted to. She only knew that she wanted him, to be with him, to be beside him, to laugh with him or cry with him, to know he wasn't worried or wandering in her feared darkness alone. She wanted to keep his hand in hers and tell him over and over again how he hadn't made that big of a mistake. Now was the time to know him on some other level. Now was a time for more than just petty conversation about how stupid the two of them were.

So, she lay on a blanket upon those minuscule little rocks upon the shore. Her hair had come out of her tie and was around her head. Her knees were up and she lay in a relaxed position. Her hands were folded atop her stomach. Her eyes were closed despite her love of stars. She was thinking. She listened carefully, taking in his sounds of quiet. She wanted to remember the way his breathing sounded. She wanted to remember his smell when he was close, a little animal-like to be exact. She wanted to remember the things he did when he didn't know it. She needed to keep him in her mind for her own sanity. The way his eyes looked when worried. The way his hand felt in hers. She needed to see it in her own mind for every moment they were apart.

She held on to this new glimpse to add to her collection. She made it last every breath. She opened her eyes to see him there beside her, sitting on the blanket and looking into the water. At lest that was how it seemed. How she wished to take a stroll through his mind. She wanted to look into the glassy water through his eyes for just a moment to make sure things were calm, were at peace. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Tell me a secret?" She whispered with a tone to her voice that hadn't been there before. She wasn't asking to try to lure him in. She was asking because she genuinely wanted to know everything she could about the young man before her. She needed to know. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she sat on her knees to meet his height from behind. She didn't want to let go.

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"Hmm, one of my many secrets? Well dear, that would take all night." Kyn was caught somewhere between a giggle and a sigh. They clashed and suddenly, things seemed so characteristically Kyndrick. What secret could she share with this lovely young man who she'd spent that night with so far? There were secrets that clashed between dark and light. Maybe one that was both? Those always seemed to be metaphorically fit for moments like the ones she'd gotten herself caught up in then. She'd share a story then.

"See that rock just out there?" She asked, her voice suddenly light as the night had swept up her tone. She pointed out into the mass of water before them. There was a flat stone peeking out of the water. "I used to have a friend named Claire Jackson. She was a Hufflepuff and she was a seventh year when I was a second year here. That spring, the one before she graduated, we went skinny dipping with a few of the boys from Slytherin. It was just five of us. The boys had bailed, come up on shore and escaped into the forest to go smoke. Claire and I weren't up to getting high, so we just lay out on that rock for hours. I mean, it was a little odd because we were naked. Lucky me, I was fast growing-wise or else those guys would've thought I was a sure-fire freak." She laughed at the physical aspect of her story.

"Anyway, we just lay there talking and watching the stars. She'd roll over and whisper secrets in my ear. I remember how she told me she'd never fit into this world. That's why she was a Hufflepuff. She said her life just didn't make sense in the bigger picture of everything. She was muggle born and her parents hated her magic. She didn't know what she'd do after Hogwarts. I told her how my dad wasn't a big fan of magic either. Claire made sense to me, even at twelve. She was too beautiful for her own good and gravitated around bad things. She told me she wanted to do something to help people with her life and I told her to maybe try healing. So, she really took to that idea and went on for hours about it." Kyn smiled at the memory, she wondered if Remus could even see her face as her chin rested on his shoulder. Kyndrick loved stories. They built people and how people felt during little glimpses.

"That night never seemed to end. I remember how we got bored after a while and just swam out in that lake. We weren't swimming towards anything in particular, just seeing if it might wear us out to tred so much water. I remember how her blond bob of hair would float above the water and her big brown eyes were shaped as she whispered awful secrets in my ear. The night wore into morning and we found ourselves on the shore, the boys back but dead asleep. We got dressed and Claire and I walked back to the school." Kyn smiled at the memories of her friend. "That summer, I got an owl from Mary Jackson, Claire's mum. In a muggle hate act by some of "You-Know-Who's" followers, Claire was murdered. I spent the rest of my summer mourning the loss of her. In my third-year, I started reading medical texts and studying magical healing not because I was bright and just wanted to learn, but because I needed to do something Claire would have wanted to do." Kyn murmured, a deep stare wearing into the lake's waters. "The secret isn't that Claire died or that I had a reason for learning about healing. The secret is that I loved her. I mean, Claire meant so much to me. The secret is that I love people, even when I shouldn't." She sighed and turned her head slightly to kiss Remus on the cheek.

"Now, it's definitely your turn." She said brightly, all traces of sadness vanishing. She wanted to know everything about Remus. She wanted him to want to know her too. That was why she'd shared Claire. Kyn hated talking about Claire, but she needed him to know. That way, Remus would know why Kyn loved people too. They brought back a little Claire to her life.

basic assessment;;

full name; gypsy emalia hawkins
nickname; gyps, miss hawkins, hawk, lady bright eyes
age; 21
school?; graduate of dovington high
job?; owner of the gypsy cafe
alliance; neutral
martial status; single
sexual orientation; bisexual

mirror mirror;;

celebrity play-by; hanna beth merjos
picture;

height; 5'5"
weight; 110
hair color; brown/black
eye color; brown
physique; petite
clothing style;
My clothing style? Well, I like pretty much anything. I'll try new stuff all the time. Ask Dev or Mals and they'll tell you I wear a lot of shorts and tank tops around the house. At the cafe, I'll wear dark denim jeans and a fun t-shirt. I love to wear sundresses or wild dresses, especially in the summer time. I love flats and converse and heels. Sometimes, I'll wear flip flops. Like I said, I'll try anything. I love hoodies over t-shirts. Me and bright colors are best friends. I'll wear a short skirt and wild top when I go out. It really depends on the day and my mood to be completely honest. My style is unpredictable.

through the looking glass;;

basic personality traits;
My name is Gypsy Hawkins and I'm miles from normal. I guess you could say, I love art. My little sister draws and I love to see her stuff. I'm not really graced with such talents myself, but I really appreciate the work of others. I love finding art in every day moments. I mean, I take my polaroid camera everywhere with me. My car's filled with random snapshots.

I guess you could say I'm like my cafe. I'm filled with caffeine and jittery comments. I'm pretty sarcastic and mellow with a side of random. All my friends remind me that strangers will never understand my basic comments because they're just very me. Every moment is filled with signature idea or concept.

I love to do silly things like dance and swim. I fill my life with upbeat things to keep me going every day. I mean, we live in a war zone and I have to be optimistic. I keep Devyn up too. She can be cynical so, I'm here to fill her with warm fuzzies for the road.

likes;
[♥]ice cream
[♥]my sister
[♥]my amazering cafe
[♥]my friends
[♥]coffee
[♥]chocolate
[♥]disco
[♥]princess costumes
[♥]nifty words
[♥]stuffies
[♥]dress-up
[♥]helping
[♥]dancing
[♥]singing
[♥]scootering
[♥]running
[♥]walks
[♥]pretty hair colors
[♥]cake
[♥]cereal
[♥]pop tarts
[♥]hello kitty
[♥]care bears
[♥]smurfs
[♥]skeletons
[♥]heels
[♥]tutus
[♥]ballet
[♥]ballet shoes
[♥]pretty things
[♥]wild nights
[♥]good parties
[♥]freedom
[♥]vegetarian
[♥]books
[♥]music
[♥]movies
[♥]pink
[♥]red
[♥]green
[♥]blue
[♥]rainbows
[♥]unicorns
[♥]lilies
[♥]daisies
[♥]roses
[♥]hearts
[♥]jokes
[♥]laughter
[♥]equality
[♥]change
[♥]polaroid photos
[♥]scrap-books
[♥]guys
[♥]dolls
[♥]broadway
[♥]frills
[♥]paint
[♥]drawing
[♥]art
[♥]people watching
[♥]being special
[♥]loving others
[♥]pretty things
[♥]pin cushions
[♥]type-writers
[♥]sewing machines
[♥]leftovers
[♥]chinese food
[♥]italian food
[♥]mexican food
[♥]puppies
[♥]kitties
[♥]birdies
[♥]trees
[♥]flowers
[♥]sunset
[♥]sunshine
[♥]beaches
[♥]night
[♥]stars
[♥]swimming
[♥]kayaking
[♥]volleyball
[♥]life
dislikes;
[♠]stereotypes
[♠]eating meet
[♠]discrimination
[♠]hate
[♠]enemies
[♠]war
[♠]the opposition
[♠]fighting
[♠]regret
[♠]damage
[♠]pain
[♠]death
[♠]being alone
[♠]conformity
[♠]feeling trapped
[♠]claustrophobia
[♠]anxiety
[♠]depression
[♠]fire
[♠]angst
[♠]emo
[♠]loss
[♠]fear
[♠]asparagus
[♠]lima beans
[♠]chewing gum
[♠]boring things
[♠]wasted time
[♠]forgetfulness
[♠]confusion
[♠]tragedy
[♠]chaos
[♠]organization
[♠]yucky stuff
[♠]hurtful words
[♠]mondays
[♠]bees
[♠]mosquitoes
[♠]feet smell
[♠]vomit=[
[♠]icky stuff
fears;
[x]fear
[x]death
[x]pain
[x]tragedy
[x]loss
[x]disaster
[x]a friend's death
[x]family being gone
[x]hostage crises
[x]danger
aspirations;
[^_^]to keep her cafe alive
[^_^]to do something amazing
[^_^]to have her own fashion line someday
[^_^]to raise Devyn right
[^_^]to be a good friends to Mallie and Gigi

character's opinion on self;
No comment lover<3.
how people view your character;
I daresay people view me as an oddity. They see me as the woman who hands out coffee at The Gypsy Cafe. They see me as Devyn's guardian. They see me as Mal's best friend. They see me as just another smile to meet during a day in a war zone.

the past and pending;;

family;
Charlie Tennison ;; Father, gone gone gone.
Gwen Hawkins ;; Mother, deceased poor dear.
Devyn Hawkins ;; Sister, my baby<3.
Mallie Cadence ;; My unofficial sister.
pets;
Belvedere ;; A huge cat that sleeps on our porch.
friends;
Mallie Cadence ;; Official best friend, my homegirl, that chica sleeping down the hall from me.
Georgia Jones ;; Meh other best friend. This dear's on my loverly list of loverly loves.
Devyn Hawkins ;; My sister, she's still my friend, even if we're related.
birthplace; dovington, california
current location; dovington, california
history;

&& i remember your smile on the day that the world ended...

On October 3rd, the story began. I was born to the beautiful Gwen Hawkins and the oh-so-absent Charlie Tennison. I know, not the best place to start a grand story. I mean, dead beat dad and mrs. mom didn't get along so, maybe that was for the best. From everything Gwen told me, Charlie was a drunk drug addict. She was exceptionally bitter about him. You wanna know why? She made the same mistake twice and likes to blame Charlie as opposed to take a little responsibility.

Here's the thing about Gwen, she was always childish. She only took responsibility over two things in life. Well, rather three if you'd like to be technical. She looked after her cafe, me, and my little sister Devyn. She did this up until I turned 18 when she passed away because of breast cancer. It's not as hard as you'd imagine, raising your little sister. I mean, mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was only fourteen, it was a miracle that she'd made it until I could take care of Dev. She knew I would though, that was why she'd hung on so long.

So, 18 years old and running a cafe and raising my little sister. How much do you want me to say exactly? I mean, I never regretted anything. I knew this was where I'd end up someday and I've loved the fact that I've been able to make my mama proud and run her cafe. She named it after me so, why not?

I guess telling you about Gwen and Dev and I when I was little would be fun. I mean, Gwen was just one of those one in a million types. The way she raised Dev and I made us turn into these interesting people. Even when we were little, she taught us to follow our hearts and live our dreams. She taught us how to pave our paths in life. She didn't care if we wanted to go out and become professional roller derby champs. She told us we could do and be anything. Like when Dev said she wanted to be an artist, mom told her she could do anything in life.

Gwen had the heart of a child. I know that sounds cliche, but it never fit any other person better than Gwen Hawkins. She'd take Dev and I and we'd all take different lessons to learn silly and often pointless things. Like, seriously, who needs to take two years of piano, a year of violin, french, italian, spanish, ballet, jazz, tap, acting, singing, chorus for a gospel church, pottery, and yoga? That was just how Gwen wanted us to learn. And we did, she taught us to never stop trying new things. She'd order in weird foreign foods and make us watch movies in different languages. She wanted us to be cultured, classy girls. So that's what we became. She also used to tell us how mad it made Charlie to do things out of the box so, we played along to smite our father a bit.

Life in Dovington since the war has been different. I mean, I've chosen my neutral path mostly because I need to protect Dev. I'd support the Thirteeners any day. As a local business, I don't promote affiliation with either alliance. I have friends who are Thirteeners, that's about as far as I let that go.

Right now, my main focus is raising Dev and keeping the cafe a safe place. People come in and they have so many different views. I'm just the gal giving you a cup of coffee. Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you your favorite flavor of coffee bean. That's all I've got for today.
xoxo
Gypsy Hawkins

puppies && snowcones;;

other; c'est tres magnifique=]

Here I stand, won't turn back again.
Won't leave you, know how hard it's been
Hear me now, you will never be alone..