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Post by Justin Winslow on Sept 19, 2015 16:21:26 GMT
When she brought up her father, Justin was somewhat able to pick up on the level of nostalgia brought along with it. Was there also a sense of sorrow? Choosing to respect her emotions and to shift the conversation over from distant loved ones, Justin chose to instead inquire about her ankle, which was given with Eli's explanation about what happened. A deer?!?! Justin was probably more excited than he should have been when she mentioned the deformed deer, but he hadn't really had a chance to view any sort of wildlife since their unexpected visit to the terrain below. "Ouch, that doesn't sound fun at all. You should stay off that ankle for a while than, Ellie," he'd said Ellie almost absentmindedly, and quickly attempted to work around the remorseful nickname. "Let's say we test out that ankle, yeah?" Once Eli acquiesced to his offer, and the ankle still wasn't found to be somewhat resilient, Justin offered an arm to support the bulk of her weight. Before they both knew what had happened, the duo were walking through the unfamiliar woods with only each other, while Justin attempted to learn more about his fellow delinquent along the way.
"Argo Station---that sounds like it was...boring," Justin playfully joked when she mentioned how she spent her time up in the Ark, which seemed a world away at this time; truthfully, it was. "Ohhh, you stole something, too. Wow, you're a bad influence on my, Eli. You know that?" Justin chuckled playfully, his brown eyes searching through the woodland environment for any familiar signs. When she mentioned that she was a runner, Justin almost jumped from sheer excitement. "You too?!?! Whenever I run, I won't get caught nine-times-out-of-ten," he smiled sheepishly, staring at the ground and then back to his alluring compatriot. "Uhh, I did say nine-times-out-of-ten." He had been caught before, which was why he was sent to the ground with the other one hundred. "You can draw? I never could, sadly. Maybe, you could teach me sometime?"
"Yeah, those berries are top notch...so I've heard," he'd stated before the conversation had grown quiet. A couple of meters of shifted dirt and cracked twigs later, Justin had dared to venture to glance at Eli. She was staring at his hair. It was a mystery of his own. He wanted to be different and that was one of the ways that he had come up with. Also, since there wasn't any dye on the ground, it would be gone pretty soon. "You like the do," Justin remarked while gesturing to his hair with his free hand, then proceeding to strike a few model poses to instigate the gestures. "I'm styling, right?"
"What is there to know about me...? You mean, besides the dye?" There wasn't really much to know about the eighteen-year-old, because he never really told people much. His backstory was incredibly depressing, and he oftentimes tried to shy away from it. But, since it was just he and Eli, he figured he may as well inform her of his own transgressions on the Ark. "Well, I'm Justin Winslow. It's nice to meet you, Eli. My story is basically just like everyone else's. I was an only child, my parents both had jobs but it honestly wasn't enough. My father resorted to stealing," he paused, heaving a pretty heavy sigh as foreshadowing for the revelation. "And, he was floated when he was discovered. The Ark made Justin Winslow into a thief. My mom couldn't support me and her by herself; I'd helped out anyway that I could; if that called for stealing then so be it, you know? Skip to present day, and I discovered an injured, but still unblemished gem in the forest." He chided with a small chuckle as he noticed a tree with thick foliage and an indistinct marker on its bark. "We're heading in the right direction. Thumbs up for that!"
Elijah Tanner Sorry for the wait!
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Post by Justin Winslow on Sept 9, 2015 21:19:58 GMT
▌ Woodlands, Earth ▌ Useless
"Hmm, I suppose so. I personally didn't think that we'd survive the landing," he had stated as he helped his fellow delinquent to her feet, which was an albit awkward standing due to the fact that she was recently nursing her ankle before Justin chanced upon her. "Elijah Tanner. It's a nice name." He paused for a moment, as if mulling over the thought of the two choices of nicknames that his compatriot had told him that he could her by. "I'll call you, Eli."
Eli's smile had moderately thrown the youth off, his brown eyes possibly staring too long at the captivating view of pearly whites and a lock of untamed hair being swept behind the security of her ear. Just as he felt a bit of awkwardness coming on from the situation, Eli stared down at her bum ankle, and the situation relatively transitioned back into a feel of normalcy. Justin wasn't exactly smooth with the ladies, and if he would've stared any longer, he was sure that he would've started stuttering and stammering all over himself. Justin then watched on as Elijah tested the sturdiness of her injured ankle, all the while using his shoulder as somewhat of a support beam for her action. The weight test had miserably failed, which was made apparent by the grimacing look on the girl's features, and her hands gripping tighter into his shoulder. "Ouch. How did that happen, anyways?"
"YOU SAW A DEER?!?! OH MY GOSH, I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE OF THOSE YET!" It was excitement to be on the Earth; excitement to see some of the illustrious creatures that had been educated on prior to their school days.
It was safe to say that Justin hadn't exactly been paying attention to those lessons, but whatever.
Once the excitement died down a tad, Elijah confided in the eighteen-year-old that she didn't exactly know the way to get back to camp (didn't really know how far she would make it aimlessly wandering around the woods with a bum ankle anyway), so Justin leaned in a little closer to the alluring female, supporting a little bit more of her weight so her ankle wouldn't have to bare it all. "Right this way, madam." Justin would've bowed, but he really couldn't since he was helping Elijah out with the whole walking thing. "I'm not exactly the best tour guide, but whatever."
Sadly, he wasn't.
"So, what is there to know about Elijah Tanner?" He'd ask as they slowly embarked on their journey.
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Post by Justin Winslow on Sept 9, 2015 2:15:30 GMT
▌ Woodlands, Earth ▌ Useless
Boredom was something that oftentimes riddled Justin more than he would particularly like. Every since they had successfully made it to the ground below, which was once thought to be uninhabitable for humans following the genocidal war, he had been stuck with nothing to do. Sure, there was playing jokes on people and trying to instill some sense of; well, anything into the delinquents' camp, but jokes didn't exactly help to battle against starvation or helped to gain information about their new woodlands. This was why the eighteen-year-old had struck out by himself deep into the realm of oak trees and just relative nature, brown eyes soaking up the sight of something that he would have never thought possible some time ago on the Ark---having a chance to feel the soil sift through the tread of your shoes, the smell of spruces replenishing the once tainted atmosphere, and an overall sense of calm.
His tranquil stroll through the land of serenity had been met with a less-than-surprising discovery; a camper who was nursing an injured ankle. Funny, he had thought that he was the only one who was bold enough to venture that deep into the woods all by their lonesome.
"That doesn't look pretty," he paused a little, just as he fully rounded around the tree with his hands raised in the air as to not scare his fellow delinquent. "Well, not as pretty as the rest of you, anyways." He hadn't seen her around before--he probably had, but who was honestly keeping track? Though, he doubted that he had, given the fact that the girl looked like being called beautiful was a drastic understatement. He didn't know much when it came down to healing wounds and such, but he felt that it would be his duty to help the girl back to her feet; which was why he offered her his arm to use as a support beam, that is, if she would acquiesce to his simple and heartfelt offer. "I really couldn't leave you out here without it eating away at my conscience. I'm Justin by the way. Justin Winslow."
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Post by Justin Winslow on Sept 9, 2015 0:56:58 GMT
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.:Name:. Justin Winslow .:Nick Name:. Just, Wins, nothing more. .:Affiliation:. Arker
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Don't let the baby face and the mixture of black-and-yellow hair fool you. Justin is a seasoned guy who has experienced some pretty traumatic things in his life. It can be argued that he is moderately in-shape, with a wiry, conditioned frame, yet he lacks a severe tone of muscle mass. However, what he doesn't have in strength, can be balanced out with speed and endurance. He has a runner's build, and that's where Justin is essentially more effective than most. He's been running from trouble all of his life, he had to have gotten good at it at some point, right? .:Height:. 5'11" .:Portrayed by:. Jaden Smith
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. The countless amount of hardships that the eighteen-year-old has faced in his short life would take a significant toll on most other teenagers. While the effects of his father getting floated left a lasting brand into the youth, it also pushed him away from his more conservative ways. Before his father died, Justin was a quiet boy who mostly kept to himself---never would have dreamed of stealing anything or harming another person in his life. However, his entire attitude did an entire one-eighty after the tragic event, and spurred the boy to act in more rebellious ways. Justin now speaks his mind, oftentimes without really thinking about what he says, and how some people would take that information beforehand. He's blunt in his requests, and doesn't really become embarrassed, given the fact that his confidence level has to be through the roof. While his criminal nature is somewhat apparent (he wouldn't have been with the 100 if it wasn't), there is still a softer side to the eighteen-year-old; a side that he only lets people who are close to him see. While out in the opening of a linger crowd, Justin would take it upon himself to jovially joke with others and play practical jokes on others---he's a prankster, he finds amusement out of playing jokes on other, and he's acceptable to jokes from anyone else as well. Petty theft and jokes were what got him through some of the rougher periods in his life. .:Special Skills:. Aside from an innate ability to make people laugh, Justin doesn't really have any one particular skill that he is good in. He mostly goofed off in his studies on the Ark, so there's very limited knowledge about the Earth. Truthfully, his only real skill is that he's a good runner, which would aid in his survival when he finally made it to the pernicious ground.
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.:Birthplace:. The Ark .:Family:. Claire Winslow and David Winslow (deceased) .:Occupation:. Scout .:History:. Justin grew up on the seedier, less privileged side of the Ark. His family knew hard times just like the rest, but his mother and father both worked diligently to better aid their cause and support a young Justin. Sometimes honest work didn't bode the desired results, and it led to his father stealing things just to trade them for other necessities. On one of his less conspicuous thefts, he had been apprehended by the Ark's law enforcement and floated following the detection of his crime, given the fact that he was a repeat offender. This led to Justin, the once shy and reserved boy, to grow into the rebellious teenager that he is today. He was a troublemaker, and had been sanctioned with the others for deportation to the Earth; they were only guinea pigs to see if the ground was inhabitable. Fortunately, the one-hundred hadn't met their demise on that date, but had in fact flourished on the hospitable planet. Justin worked alongside the others, but brought along a sense of light-heartedness to the whole demented situation.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Lincol----err. Justin .:How Did You Find Us:. Ad
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