L'opéra pop de Cassandra - heh, popera - a été perturbé par le bourdonnement de son téléphone sur le comptoir de la cuisine. Elle a fini de laver l'assiette dans ses mains avant de sécher et de marcher autour du comptoir pour vérifier la notification. C'était un texto d'il y a deux minutes, et le buzz qu'elle avait entendu était la deuxième alerte qu'elle avait un texto. C'est quoi, ça? Peut-être qu'elle a vraiment chanté trop fort.
Elle a pris le téléphone, prenant un moment pour réfléchir à la façon dont elle réagirait à Doris. Ce n'était pas un long moment du tout; dès que Cassandra s'arrêta pour penser, elle entendit l'horreur qui était la vidéo d'entraînement de Doris.
À Doris
Tout de suite à toi, Richard Simmons. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Cassandra est allée placer son téléphone sur le comptoir, mais s'est arrêtée. Cela exigeait un texte de suivi.
À Doris
pls ne me disent pas que c'est en fait Richard Simmons sur cet écran de télévision, ou je suis en train de juger u. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lorsqu'elle a posé son téléphone sur le comptoir, Cassandra a entendu des applaudissements venant de sa porte. "Merci, merci! Je serai là pour le reste de l'année jusqu'à ce que mon bail soit terminé!" Cassandra a crié à son mystérieux fan avant de s'asseoir à son bureau. Elle a ouvert son ordinateur portable, se dirigeant directement vers son blog pour vérifier les commentaires sur son dernier billet de blog.
Le poste était plutôt fade, si Cass était honnête. Elle avait partagé un article qu'elle avait lu sur l'avenir des films; en particulier, comment il y avait plus de films qui sortiraient dans les deux prochaines années que l'industrie pourrait gérer, et comment il était probablement prêt à imploser sur elle-même. Elle avait passé quelques paragraphes à déplorer la perte tragique de films de super-héros implacables avant de s'orienter vers les implications que cela pourrait avoir sur d'autres industries médiatiques populaires, en particulier son propre créneau d'être un artiste de l'Internet.
Toutefois, les commentaires ont toujours été intéressants. Elle les avait aperçus pendant que sa mère était là; beaucoup d'entre eux étaient une véritable discussion constructive sur l'article qu'elle a partagé, mais plus d'une poignée étaient quelque chose de proche, "omg no pics cette fois wtf do u pense que nous allons à ur blog pour u salope." Cass les a aimés; cela a rendu l'organisation d'une liste noire potentielle sur sa section commentaires tellement plus facile.
Son téléphone a encore bourdonné. Cassandra a glissé la chaise de bureau de l'autre côté de la pièce au comptoir, en vérifiant le téléphone. Elle attendait une réponse de Doris, donc quand elle a trouvé une notification par courriel de sa banque concernant un dépôt intitulé « Un cadeau de maman, pour la caméra que vous avez voulu », Cassandra était naturellement excitée. Elle sourit alors qu'elle vérifiait son équilibre; sa mère s'en sortait toujours quand Cassandra n'en avait vraiment pas besoin. Elle est passée à son application de messagerie :
Pour; Maman
Savez-vous que vous êtes le meilleur? Parce que tu es le meilleur et que je t'aime.
Alors,
Vers; Rucks
Ok, mec, comme ça. Je connais un photographe, et pas un cinéaste, mais j'en sais plus sur les caméras que moi. Donc si je voulais avoir une caméra qui est super bonne pour prendre des vidéos et de la merde, tu penses que tu pourrais m'envoyer des liens amazon ou quelque chose comme ça? J'ai une idée de ce qu'il y a de mieux à faire.
Cassandra a empoché son téléphone, empoignant son paquet de cigarettes et de briquet du bureau et sautant son chemin à l'extérieur. Elle a fait son chemin vers le jardin - non, pas le jardin, parce qu'Abby pourrait la décapiter. Cassandra a sauté directement devant le jardin, devant Alex et Max, et a arrêté une bonne distance des deux garçons. Elle a allumé sa cigarette, respirant profondément alors que la fumée remplissait l'air.
Hors du coin de l'œil, Cassandra regarda Alex. Pas pour des raisons personnelles - c'était certainement un de ces jours où elle n'était 100% pas intéressée par le gars. Mais elle ne pouvait pas dépasser l'idée que sa mère aimait l'enfant et voulait qu'elle l'accompagne. Ou que sa mère s'intéresse à lui pour elle-même. J'espère que Mama Reynolds n'a rien essayé avec lui. Ce serait vraiment gênant. Elle devrait lui en parler une fois qu'il aura conclu ses plans avec Max.
Elle devrait aussi arrêter de le fixer, mais ce n'est pas comme si elle savait qu'elle le fixait.
"Put on your bulletproof g-strings kids, cuz DJ BoomKitty's ready to shoot ya'll some midnight beats." - DJ BoomKitty
The Basics
Name
Dorothy Anne Stubbs Goldhirsch
Age
27
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi
Job
Law student, graduating. Evening Radio Dj.

"The guy I was hooking up last night? Never been glad to be sober in my entire life."

Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
Dorothy stands at 5'5 with a fairly average physique. Although she sometimes put some effort in staying fit whenever she has the time, from doing funky dance workout routines in the privacy of her own apartment or doing sit ups in the backseat of her car. Her brunette hair reaches to shoulder length, either she'd tie it up or use a headband. Though growing up, people came to admire her classic beauty, specially her big round hazel eyes that never fails to grab attention despite showing stress. Her fashion varies from casual to professional but most of the time she is more comfortable wearing smart casual with a bit of ragged touch.

Habits and Quirks
Nail biting
Raising her brow whenever she's confused
Helplessly snorts whenever she's laughing

Likes
Booze
Hooking up with hot people
90's slow jams
Joy rides
Broadway musicals

Dislikes
cats
doing the same boring routine everyday
politics

Biggest Fear
Dorothy's biggest fear is losing her worth to everyone she cares for. Over a cigarette and a glass of bourbon on a lonely evening, she would imagine herself slowly drifting into madness, being thrown and locked away forever, alone and useless. She also has a fear of the ocean.
Personality
Dorothy is best described as a "insane, offensive, freaking Rambo." It's because of her straightforward and blunt attitude that people love to hate her for, but equally, plenty appreciate her pragmatism and realness as a person. With her social personality she's good with people, although she'd tolerate some people that would off her. But she will not hesitate to switch on her batshit mode whenever it calls for. A "heavy-duty" woman, she has no problem drinking an Irish sailor under the table (a talent she got from her father), nor kicking life in the nuts despite all the shit it throws at her. Although she never shows her compassion outwardly, Dorothy has genuine care for people close to her. Cold on the exterior, she is instinctively empathetic of people, and be willing to lend a shoulder to cry on. And if things go bad for her friends, she'd be the protective alcoholic mom you never thought you need. Despite all, she is emotionally vulnerable, her pride trying to hide the tears even if people around her obviously see it. 



 "Let me scratch that for you, hun. "

Origins
Background
Dorothy Anne Goldhirsch is the eldest child of 4 children of a Math teacher and a househusband. Growing up in a working class suburban household, Doris pretty much had a normal childhood. An energetic and wild child, she got herself into more than a fistfight and a 2 day suspension with her rough attitude and smart-ass mouth. At a young age Doris had always dreamed of becoming a singer or actor ever since she got into a Shakespeare play in school. She'd go on auditions in school plays and enthusiastically participate in local theater programs. When she turned 12, her parents had entrusted her with household authority and responsibilities over her siblings, who were only 8, 6 and 3 at that time. Whenever they're away (or whenever her dad comes home too late and too drunk from the bar) she'd take care of them at times where they couldn't afford to hire a baby sitter. Her parents would frequently argue due to financial problems among other things, but she got used to the noise and even go between their arguments to drop a "give it a rest, you two.". However, it never went into anything serious or violent to the point that they'd despise each other or ruin their family. Despite the constant arguing and rowdiness in their small abode, they're a close knit dysfunctional family and would stick together no matter what.
When she was about to enroll in a theater school, her mother died of cancer. She had to drop her studies work part time in various odd jobs from being a dishwasher, a door to door salesman, even tried being a clown at a children's party. Her dad tried to help out but was too old and mourning for the loss of his wife. He got himself more drunk than ever, where he'd leave the house the moment he wakes up in the afternoon and Dorothy would drag him passed out on the side walk at night. She still loves her dad, however, and would willing to give up a lot just for her family. Years later, Dorothy got a job as a radio DJ when one of her friends recommended her to a radio guy, and chose the name DJ BoomKitty (she initially got from a drunken dare) w/c had become popular among radio listeners. At this point exactly a few years since her mother's death, her dad had promised to change and to moderate his drinking (only if her daughter would join him on game nights. W/c is, almost every day.) and happily help out by doing repair jobs for a living. After a talk with her dad about "making a nice life for herself in the big city", she agreed to leave and pursue her studies. Though in her heart she wanted to pursue theatre, she thought of what's practical and what she thought will provide her in the long run, she dropped her dream and stuck to taking up a pre law degree(what her mom always wanted for her) whilst part timing as DJ BoomKitty.

Relationship Information
Relationship Status: Single
Partner:  --
Father: Herman Goldhirsch
Mother: Catherine Goldhirsch
Siblings: Alphonse, Elaine, Michael Goldhirsch
Pet/s: --
Other: --

Doris thought that God was feeling generous when he made Alex. She could not honestly grasp just how nice this kid is, but he sure knows how to dress to kill. Add to his teen dream looks that equals his charming personality, he's a real sweetheart and Doris just cannot find a reason to hate him even if she tried.

For obvious reasons, Doris kind of connects with Abby, like kindred spirits if you will. She see's her own younger self in the girl, the somewhat similar outlook on people, the same shove it attitude, and even admires her driving spirit where at times Doris sees herself fail at. As much as Doris admire those qualities, she just couldnt handle that rebel phase, w/c is the irony of it.

Doris knew Cass as that one hipster bartender from the vibe. Either she's too tired or too drunk to even remember, they may have had a conversation or two about her radio show. She talks a lot, w/c isnt exactly what Doris came for at Vibe after a long stressful day at work. She knows Cass means well, and usually pipes down after like, 15 minutes.

Jack is the more useful and less expensive version of Lewis. He's awfully nice that when Doris asked him to fix something, he politely declined getting compensated. LIke really, she's thankful that this little grace from God was dropped on her doorstep in her time of need, but at the same time worries that his kindness will get him nowhere and one day just be taken for granted.

Kim is that mysterious soul who every once in awhile, just slides in and out of the vibe. Probably because of the whole ID thing with Cass, or her awfully cheery vibe, Doris remembers that issue got a little awkward. They talked briefly, though it was one of those times that she wasn't in her best image. She does get a little gnarly when the booze kicks in.

The other, more peaceful, eyecandy bartender. Doris, being a regular at the vibe, often sees Quinn there and have had a few stories and drinks to share, or occasionally, they'd go up for dares. In her drunken state, Doris may have said things to Quinn that she shouldn't have, which the following day in the apartments made her not look properly in the eyes.

Max awfully reminds Doris of her younger brother. Though, he cracks a lot of jokes even if she's not into his humor, least he's there to keep the room a little less broody specially when she's around. Whenever they pass each other at the apartment Max would cheerfully greet Doris with a high five, and instead give him a gentle poke on the forehead like she usually does to her baby bro.

Doris cant decide if she wants to smack the guy or make out with him or both. Nathan is a huge goofball and Doris just cannot take him seriously. At times she'd find herself smiling at his ridiculous joking and deep inside she hates to admit that. But she simply just cant help it. He isnt exactly Henry Cavill but his warm personality makes him oddly charming. She heard that his apartment is an animal boarding house, she's not really a fan but she thinks it's cute nonetheless.

Doris may have made a pass at Clarence the first time they met w/c the moment she realized, she nervously dropped it and they never spoke of it again. She cant really blame herself, the guy's a looker. Still, they're friendly with each other and would get into a few conversations here and there about work or life in general.

Lewis is like, Doris's personal bellboy, a pricey, sometime whiney one. Whenever Doris doesnt have the time to do basic errands due to long hours on her studies and work, he'd call up Lewis who is more than happy to comply her requests, for the right price that is. They have a passive agressive, brother-sister relationship going on to the point that Doris have come to care for him.

Doris, while in her usual non sober self, first met Rucks as the eager young art student who came asking for a critic in his work. Although Doris was no artist herself, she may have pushed the guy a little over the edge with her blunt criticism. After that issue, Rucks tried to avoid her at all cost, whenever she catches a glance of him he'd usually go the opposite direction. She swears, one day that kid has to grow a pair and take an honest judgement. If that day comes, Doris would be the first person to give him a good pat in the back.

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Extra
Dorothy's spirit animal: Bear.