Jocelyn Wyatt (aka Shelby Collins aka Chloe Young) (maps_jocelyn) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2010-11-11 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jocelyn wyatt, date: november 2000, place: private residence |
RP: Another secret is formed. Just by looking in a mirror.
Date November 11, 2000
Character: Jocelyn
Location: her place
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Meet Chloe Young, the new persona.
Status: Complete
The ball started rolling soon after her visit to Octavius. She couldn’t wait, nor did she want to. She knew putting on new skin, a new person so to speak wasn’t going to fix everything. Or well, anything, but it just might make her feel better. As Shelby, she visited a friend in the Gold faction who she requested new papers, to go back into the Ministry anew. The friend immediately agreed, got the papers, and Jocelyn exchanged the money. The money was the hardest thing to get, she’d had to go into the money her parents left her so long ago. Just like the first time with Emily. Most days she just forgot she had the money stored away, not wanting to use it. But this was an emergency if there ever was one.
The papers came back, and she told the contact to tell everyone Shelby left. It shocked her friend, but she waved the papers. “When I’m ready, I’ll contact you as Chloe. I just… Right now, I need some time apart and don’t want any looking for me, you know?” Her friend didn’t seem to understand, but accepted it. After all being part of a faction is voluntary.
She needed a job, now living off the money from her parents and Emily. In a way, she was much wealthier than she ever thought. It was the item after this one. Chloe Young. She had to create this woman from nothing.
Standing in front of a member as Jocelyn, she started to tweak little things, lengthening her hair, changing the tone… Over and over she changed things, most things over and over again. Then finally, she settled on a brunette that was just an inch or two taller than her but shared nothing else the same. The hair color’s tone and shade wasn’t even the same. “Chloe Young, welcome to the world,” she whispered into the member, watching the unfamiliar lips move in return and the eyes flash with something akin to mischief. She’d have to get used to that. The eyes were more expressive with the color; she couldn’t help that. She didn’t want to help that.
Now a job.